Underbelly Chronicles Book Three
BLURB:A sex demon and a preacher’s kid? Heaven forbid!
Technology whiz Bailey Brown is one of two humans alive who knows a very important secret: that humanity has shared their planet with paranormals for millennia. When an obsessed hacker from her past threatens to expose the secret, Bailey and her Sebastiani Security colleagues must use every weapon at their disposal to stop him. The stakes couldn’t be higher, and she can’t let herself be distracted by her boss’s gorgeous brother, even if he is temptation incarnate…
Incubus sculptor Rafe Sebastiani hasn’t produced a decent nude in over a year, since he made the most selfish mistake of his life: sleeping with Bailey Brown. Now, with a deadline looming, his cranky muse has finally allowed him to express his memories of that incendiary night in clay. But when his brother asks him to pose as Bailey’s lover to provoke her dangerous ex, he jumps at the chance…to sculpt her, to protect her, and to earn the right to tempt her—and only her—for the rest of their lives… EXCERPT:
He couldn’t touch her, so he drew.
Curled in the corner of the couch by the fireplace, sketchpad in his lap, he watched the expressions chase across her face as she worked at the dining room table. If he waited long enough…there. There it was, appearing like clockwork—that adorable rumble strip of annoyance pinching her eyebrows together as she glared, again, at her laptop screen. Not taking his eyes off her, his hand moved with ease, but each scratch of charcoal against the pulpy paper sounded unnaturally loud to him, like a match seeking a spark. After a day and a night spent cooped up together in the cabin, working, chatting, and emphatically not touching, the air felt heavy and combustible.
To him, at any rate. Bailey seemed oblivious, barely speaking while she worked except to utter an occasional, colorful curse. She was racing against the clock—or rather, her laptop’s draining battery. Why bother to hide his gaze when she rarely looked up from the screen?
Rafe glanced down at the page, satisfied with his work. The expression studies he’d done were as exquisitely detailed as any he’d done at art school: The delicate whorls of her ears. The huge eyes, framed by dark lashes and slashing eyebrows. The plane of her stubborn jaw, her tiny button nose, and her lips…her criminally neglected lips. The studies wouldn’t help him with the sculpture series for his upcoming show, but it wasn’t like he could ask her to pose for him, stretched out gloriously nude on the rug in front of the fireplace—
He slammed the door on that line of thought. When would the electric company get the transformer fixed? He thought he’d heard repair trucks at first light, along with road crews laying down their salt/chemical slurry, but he hadn’t gone outside to check.
He and Bailey managed to platonically share the big couch last night, sleeping with their heads at opposite ends, awakening this morning with only their lower legs touching.
“You galaxy class bitch.” Her voice sounded half-admiring, like whatever she worked on was putting up a damn good fight. He’d heard the same tone of voice from Lukas when a walleye snapped the line rather than swimming into his net.
Her energy changed when she worked; he could sense it from across the room. At the keyboard, she swaggered like the captain of a pirate ship, master of all she surveyed. He’d been wallowing in her energy, fighting the pull of the tide, for hours.If she brought even a fraction of that confidence into bed with her, he’d gladly go down with the ship.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Award-winning author Tamara Hogan loathes cold and snow, but nonetheless lives near Minneapolis with her partner Mark and two naughty cats. When she’s not telecommuting to Silicon Valley, she writes paranormal romance with a sci-fi twist. A feral reader with an unapologetic television addiction, Tammy is forever on the lookout for the perfect black boots.
Her debut, TASTE ME, won a Daphne du Maurier Award for Mystery and Suspense, was nominated for the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart Award®, and recently won Prism Awards for Best Dark Paranormal, Best First Book, and Best of the Best.
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