Something About Witches by Joey W. Hill

Author:Joey W. Hill [Hill, Joey W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Adult, Erotic, Romance, SciFi/Fantasy
ISBN: 9781101560129
Google: lpRrmpUKr9QC
Amazon: 0425246132
Barnesnoble: 0425246132
Goodreads: 11458881
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2012-02-07T00:00:00+00:00

RUBY PIVOTED AND MARCHED TOWARD THE HOUSE. A Great Rite? Sure, why not? She’d just had visions of hanging Derek with his own rope and turning Linda into a lard stew. Why not put her in the center of a powerful energy raising, where she could become a bomb, capable of exploding into shrapnel inside a closed circle?

She stopped outside the side door to the kitchen, breathing hard. Okay, yeah, she was a bit volatile right now, but it was boiling to the top quicker and more often because she’d taken herself out of a routine, a controlled environment. She needed to get the hell out of here. When she got home, she could contain it.

However, even fighting her own reaction, something Linda said filtered through. Derek agreed….? He thought this was a good idea?

Yanking open the door, she stomped inside, determined to tear a strip off his ass for planting such a ludicrous idea without even discussing it with her first. Now Linda was involved, and she was going to be disappointed or confused— more than she was already.

As Ruby stepped into a laundry room that led to the kitchen, her arm was caught and she was flipped around. Before she could do more than yelp in surprise, she was lifted onto the top of the washer. Derek put himself between her knees, caught her face and put his mouth on hers.

It was an entirely unexpected assault on her still-foggy morning senses, but it brought back last night with vivid clarity, particularly when one broad hand clamped down on her ass and snugged her up against him. Her legs faithlessly curved around his hips, her canvas sneakers sliding down hard thighs, the tender insides of her knees remembering the way his backside felt without denim covering it.

He had the other hand on her jaw. Every man who’d ever been smart enough to watch Richard Gere kiss a woman knew that was a devastating assault on her senses, the way those fingers could stroke temple, cheek, throat, ear, all those little erogenous nerve centers. An overwhelming level of emotional stimuli was communicated by a hand on the face. It made the focus on her, not just her assorted pink parts.

Of course, since Derek had been alive way before Richard Gere, maybe Richard had picked it up from him. She didn’t care, couldn’t care, and was lost in the demanding heat of those firm lips on hers, reminding her he’d possessed her body fully last night, that he considered her his in every way. And that he had implied, rather strongly, that he considered himself hers.

He pulled back when fluttering moths had inundated her empty stomach, her heart was pounding, and she was wet between her legs. She looked up at him, trying not to appear as dazed and off-balance as she felt. “You bastard,” she said weakly.

“I figured I’d get this out of the way before you start taking shots at me.” He braced his hands on either side of her hips, kept his face steady and square in the field of hers.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.