Sarah Sinclair didn’t believe the rumors that Elliot Road was haunted … until the stormy night she picked up a stranger there. The passion she feels for Trent is as wild and powerful as the storm raging around them. But while she feels safe in Trent’s arms, and warm and dry in his house, she discovers there are terrifying things she has to face on Elliot Road…
Word Count: 16,638
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Available formats: : PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)
© Cover Art by Jenny Dixon, February 2012
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636
This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.
She didn’t protest. Neither did she let go of the questions. Damn, she couldn’t ignore them any more than she could ignore him. “How did Jake know I was coming?”
“I wish I’d had something sexier to offer you than this robe and these pajamas, but I had nothing womanly sexy in the house.” He tickled her collar bone with his kiss.
“Stop trying to change the subject and answer the question.” She tried to keep laughter out of her voice. She tried not to squirm. But she’d had no idea her collar bone was so sensitive. No man had ever put his lips there.
“I don’t know how Jake knows things. He just does.” He spoke absently, as if he’d just told her didn’t know the sky was blue—it just was.
“And he’s never been wrong?”
He stopped kissing her and looked up at her, giving her his total attention. “No.”
“What exactly did he tell you?” Now that she had him talking, she needed to know everything.
“He came into the kitchen earlier this evening just after the rain began to pound on the roof and told me he’d be hitching a ride with Sarah Sinclair.”
“Just like that? He knew my name?”
“Can we talk about this later?” He tried to kiss her again.
Sarah didn’t know why being his arms felt like the only real thing in her life this night. Perhaps it was the rain, the storm, the energy of the lightning, the power of the fire, being tense driving through the rain and seeing a man disappear from her car, Sarah had no idea.
Yet, having Trent close, feeling his embrace did all but complete her as nothing ever had no matter how many times her mind told herself she didn’t know him or shouldn’t trust him.
The rest of her told her she knew him better than she knew herself and that she’d searched for him forever.
That she was safe in his arms.
She shrugged out of the robe and pulled the tee shirt over her head, having to work it from her arms before she could pull on his shirt. She thought lifetimes passed by before she felt the heat of his chest pressed against hers.
His lips on hers were equally warm and wonderful. His feathery kisses down her neck to her breasts set a fire in her soul.
She opened her eyes needing to see him, to memorize his face and freeze this moment in time.
She caught movement in the doorway beyond him.