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A chance encounter with a secretive composer leads to unexpected seduction, re-awakening Michelle Wright's long-dormant needs. But Nicholas Duqaine has secrets - secrets that will test the limits of Michelle's love and the limits of her belief. His secrets could keep them apart forever unless Michelle can convince him that love conquers all.
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Rachel Bo lives in Texas, where her family manages (barely) to keep her from floating off in the bubbles of fantasy that percolate from her ears when she’s writing. Thomas the Rhymer, a Basilisk, and the White Rabbit live with her as well, and Nessie makes frequent appearances in their back yard pond. She has yet to tame a dragon, but has vowed it’s only a matter of time.
Rachel is married to the perfect man, has perfect daughters, lives in the perfect house, drives the perfect car, and owns the world’s only perfect pets – in other words, she’s quite delusional, and PROUD OF IT!
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Nick studied her as he played. She was probably about thirty-five. Her long, dark lashes grazed cheeks pinkened by a natural blush she wore very little makeup. Nick liked that. He allowed his gaze to travel over Michelle s body, admiring her smooth skin, the generous cleavage, the little pooch to her belly just visible beneath the sleek line of a silky black skirt. Her shapely legs were bare, and she wore dress flats rather than heels. A prickling sensation invaded Nick s groin, a rushing pulse stiffening his cock as he watched her. He pictured himself rubbing its firmness over the curve of that belly, pressing its rigid length into the soft flesh, with nothing between them.
When the last note had faded, Michelle reluctantly opened her eyes. Nick was staring at her with a hungry expression that both aroused and frightened her. Get a grip, Michelle thought. He s just another guy. An unexpected trickle of moisture seeped from her crotch, dampening her panties, and her nipples began to tingle. "I-Is that something new?" she stammered.
The wolfish look on Nick s face disappeared, replaced with careful indifference. "Yes." He sat quietly on the piano bench, watching her for a moment, then stood abruptly. "I have a guitar. Would you like to play for me?" he asked.
"I couldn t," Michelle demurred.
"Why not?"
Michelle shrugged. "I m not in your league. I write pop-rock, mostly upbeat stuff. It s nothing special. I d be embarrassed to play for you."
Nick frowned. "That s too bad. If your music ever embarrasses you, then perhaps you re not playing the right music." He approached the chair she was sitting in, halting a couple of paces away.
"Well," Michelle didn t know how to respond to that. She stood. "I guess I had better be going."
"Not yet."
Startled, Michelle stared at her host. "What?"
Nick could feel mutual attraction dancing between them like electrified air just before a lightning storm. "Come here," he whispered hoarsely, somehow knowing that she would.
Dangerous, a voice in her head whispered. Not a good idea, it insisted. Nevertheless, Michelle found herself taking the two small steps necessary to stand before him. Nick reached out and ran his fingers through the tawny curls on either side of her face, then stroked the curve of her shoulders. He drew his hands along the bare skin of her upper arms. Goosebumps raised on her flesh as his thumbs grazed her breasts near, but not touching, the straining nipples whose dark tips were just visible beneath the thin fabric of her shirt and bra. Michelle shivered, searching Nick s eyes. No longer bright, sky-colored pools, they now resembled the deep, grey-blue of storm-tossed waters. Nick held her gaze.
A part of her was urging Michelle to stop this now, to leave. Another part was silently willing him to touch her taut peaks and they tingled as she felt his thumbs against their tips, kneading gently. She held her breath as Nick brought his lips close to hers, hovering the possibility of their touch a searing key that slipped beneath her defenses, unlocking the portal to a tidal wave of long-denied passion. Unable to believe what she was doing, yet driven by an overwhelming longing, Michelle closed her eyes and parted lips that hadn t been kissed in five years. Nick s flesh met hers, his agile tongue invading, probing; his plunging strokes stirring up deep reservoirs of physical need.
Nick felt slight tremors shuddering through Michelle s body. He deepened his kiss, wrapping her in his arms. Tentatively at first, then more insistently, Michelle met his tongue s advances with her own. Each darting exploration set tendrils of pure pleasure tugging at Nick s groin like the strings on a marionette his cock pulsing, expanding. He reached down and slid Michelle s silky skirt up. She moaned and made as if to pull away. Nick lifted his mouth and whispered huskily, "Please, let me touch."
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