Thrice Shy

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Frances Pauli

ISBN :978-1-77111-011-2

Page :60

Word Count :13211

Publication Date :2011-10-31

Series : #

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Available Formats : Thrice Shy (pdf) , Thrice Shy (prc) , Thrice Shy (epub) , Thrice Shy (mobi)

Category : Paranormal Romance , Romance

Product Code: 978-1-77111-011-2

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Jane Johnston has always nursed her crush on the boss in silence. Then a rare invitation to the company conference drops a golden opportunity in her lap. She’s got the dress, she’s got a plan, but when she gets lost along the way, a roadside attraction leads her to a sexy Vampire who thinks Jane is the answer to his prayers. When he shows up at the conference hotel, all her plans go right out the window. Will Jane choose the man she’s always wanted, or the one who claims to own her soul?

The vampire tilted his head and bent one knee, dropping into a deep bow and flourishing the cape for effect. He was good. She felt goose bumps peak on her forearms. He had style. A bit too much, maybe, but then in a haunted maze, overly dramatic probably wouldn’t count as a flaw. His voice flowed as well, too.

He drew out the words, and made each syllable stretch. "Gooooood Eeeeevening."

"Yeah. Nice touch." She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him. Aside from the pallor, he had a gorgeous face, prominent cheekbones, and a long aquiline nose. His eyes looked dark from a few steps away, but the gaze pierced just the same. Charisma, that was it.

No doubt he stole the lead in all the little, po-dunk, community plays. "How do you know my name?"

"I heard it on the wind, Jane Johnston." He moved to the side, circling her and keeping his gaze lowered and fixed on her position.

"You’ve come to wake me, Jane. After all these years of waiting, you have come."

"Uh, yeah." Jane shrugged. He moved more like a dancer than an actor.

"Here I am. Now, what are the odds you’ll just drop the act and show me the exit?"

"You wish to leave?" He appeared at her shoulder, just like that. His voice whispered, but she caught each word and a thread of something else behind them.

"I have a conference to get to," she said. "My boss’ car." She could smell him, he stood so close. His aftershave had a sweet tang to it, and something familiar that she couldn’t pin down. He never stopped moving either. One second he was on her right, the next, her left, and trying to keep track was making her dizzy. "Listen, I really need to get out of here."

"You do not wish to leave," he said.

"I don’t?"

"You were looking for me."

"Was I?" She shook her head, heard the corn rattle, and remembered she still had a car to deliver. "Listen, you’ve got a great ego or stage presence or what have you, but you really could do better than a corn maze in the middle of nowhere. Maybe try modeling?" She took a step back, far enough away that she could breathe again, and turned to go.

"Stop!" He stood directly in front of her.

"How the hell do you do that?"

The vampire didn't answer. Instead, he flung one arm up and threw his cape wide. The material fluttered and then fell around her, dark, smelling of sweet, familiar musk, and blocking out any thoughts of leaving.

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