Harlequin Blaze, March 2011
ISBN 13: 978-0373796045
Some things should never be bottled up…
Paranormal investigator and erotic novelist Emma Black is at a masquerade ball and looking for a coveted lust potion. Unexpectedly, she bumps into her former partner, the ridiculously sexy (oh so sexy!) Ryan Shephard. And, for added bonus temptation points, the rare lust potion is splashed on both of them—with instantaneously hot results!
But is the incredible, mind-blowing sex between them only the result of the potion? Or are Emma and Ryan simply giving in to the inevitable?
“4 Stars! If you’re not afraid to set foot in X-Files/Fringe territory, you’ll enjoy this hot, sexy paranormal romance.” –RT Bookreviews
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E x c e r p t
Summoning up her courage, Emma put one heel-clad foot in front of the other and made a beeline toward him. A waiter carrying a tray of champagne passed by and she grabbed a glass, downing it in one gulp before she carried on. Her borrowed party mask felt hot and cumbersome.
The faces around her were all covered in masks as well. Behind them she knew they were local politicians, socialites, business people, and a few celebrities. She didn’t pay them any attention. She ignored the classical music coming from the corner of the opulent ballroom. The four string quartet also wore masks. Emma’s eyes were solely fixed on her target.
The star of her most erotic fantasies.
Ryan was bad news. And bad news was best thrown in the trash or used to line a bird cage.
He was talking to a buxom blonde wearing a pink feathered mask to match her tight pink cocktail dress when Emma tapped him on his shoulder. His back stiffened and he glanced at her.
“Hi there,” he said with a slow smile.
She cocked her head. “Hi there? Really?”
He turned back to the blonde. “Sorry.”
“Not a problem,” she demurred. “I’ll catch up with you later. You have my phone number.”
“Yes, I do. Thanks for that.”
Oh brother. Emma crossed her arms and tapped her foot as she waited for the blonde to stop ogling Ryan and wander off before he turned back to face her. The cobalt blue eyes she remembered all too clearly were jarring behind his mask as he leisurely scanned her from head to toe. He ran a hand through his jet black hair. It was a little longer than it was the last time she’d seen him.
The smile he gave her was enough to melt her panties. That is, if he really affected her anymore. And, unfortunately, he did. Unexpected desire, much like putting her finger in a light socket, jolted through her.
“Well?” she prompted, wanting some sort of explanation about why he was there and what he was up to.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asked casually.
She stared at him for a moment. “Pardon me?”
“It’s a great party, isn’t it? The food is incredible. Have you been to the rooftop terrace yet?” He glanced off to the right toward the spiral staircase. “The view of Central Park is spectacular from up there.”
She gaped at him in disbelief. After everything that had happened, every case they’d investigated together, ever hour they’d spoken in the past, every sexual fantasy she’d secretly harbored for him—he didn’t know who she was under her mask.
Of all the damned nerve.