Age Group: Adult
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: April 1, 2014
Life is finally on track for fledgling stage actress Layla Cohen until she realizes her gorgeous new director, Sebastian, is the star of the erotic dreams which she’s been having for months.
She could handle the uncomfortable work situation if not for the further evidence she’s losing her mind: The wind suddenly whooshes at her command; memories of a past life emerge; and she’s sure someone is trying to kill her.
Meanwhile, director Sebastian Tawanti is steering his small D.C. theater company into the big-time with his Incan mythology-based play.
The culmination of his life’s work, he won’t let anything stand in the way of his play's success--not his mother's objections, not the inappropriate heat he feels for Layla, and not even the mysterious, empathic symptoms he's experienced since meeting her.
Exhaling, he stood, crushing her in a hug. “I just saw her two days ago. She can’t be gone.”
The breath from her lungs was literally squeezed out, but she didn’t complain. He needed this release. When he lightened his grip, she gasped for air, feeling her breasts swelling against his torso. He looked down, need darkening his green eyes. His tongue moistened his lips, and this time, she knew nothing would stop him.
Tilting her face up, she let her eyelids slip shut and felt the firmness of his lips meeting hers. Softly at first, he pulled her closer with one hand buried in her tresses. His tongue entered her mouth, gently exploring, asking for permission.
Her body acquiesced, ignoring common sense and her perfect plan to remain professional. She deepened the kiss and caressed his sinewy back. His hand dropped to cup her bottom and he pulled her up the length of his body so she was better positioned. His hardness pressed against her pelvis. Her knee lifted on its own, compressing her center to its match.
Sebastian moved his magical mouth to her neck, nibbling a path to her collarbone. The feathery sensation traveled to her core, fully awakening her passion. She opened her eyes, eager to see the beautiful man and gasped.
It couldn’t be. Over his shoulder she watched her messenger bag—the one holding her new prayer sphere—hovering three feet above the floor in mid-air.
Layla disentangled herself and stepped toward the bag. What the hell? It dropped back to the rug without a sound.
“You’re right.” Sebastian panted as he held up his hands. “We should stop.”
“What? No, that’s not—” Her head swiveled from the now-innocent bag to the man straightening his clothes.
“I’m sorry. I was sure you felt the same way. Damn, now you’re scared. I’ll go.” He picked up his jacket and rushed out while she crept toward her bag.
Still amazed to be an adult, Nicole Pouchet has managed to center her life around raising her two small sons and being true to her family (including husband and friends).
She resides in Leesburg, Virginia where she co-owns a marketing agency. Happiest near the water, Nicole spends her free hours plotting her next escape, writing, and staring at the ceiling.
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