she decides that seducing him is just the thing she needs to help her ignore the strange feeling of discontent that she has been plagued with lately. Tall and bronzed, the Native American actor has long black hair and a commanding air that interests everyone else in the bar as well. But to her delight, his eyes are only on Sheena. They spend days in her borrowed apartment, discovering the joys to be had in sharing their bodies with each other. Slowly, Sheena is forced to realize that she is developing feelings. Finding out that Cory is already in love with her adds another layer of danger. She will have to leave him when she is given her next assignment. That has never been a problem for her before. Will she be able to forget him once she leaves him? Will he ever forgive her? Since she is not ever supposed to see the same man twice, will it matter? Sneak PeekSet-up--Sheena is a secret agent who had a torrid love affair with Cory, a famous actor, while she had some time off in-between assignments, in Berlin. They fell in love, but when she got her next assignment, she had to leave without telling him why. Now she's embedded in an IRA cell, in California, and walks into a celebrity party with the dangerous guys of the cell. She sees Cory playing with the band on a stage, and realizes he'll recognize her. She panics and runs upstairs to the bathroom, to figure out how to escape without getting either of them killed. She jumped at the sound of someone pounding on the bathroom door. "It's occupied." She shouted loudly, hoping to get them to go away. After a short pause, the pounding started again. "Go away! Find another bathroom!" She yelled louder, starting to channel her emotional upheaval into the safety of controlled anger, which instantly made her feel calmer and more herself. The pounding only got more insistent. Anger is good, she thought, as she stomped over to the door to fling it open, yelling, "What the fuck is your problem?" "You are." Hickory Woods pushed her back into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. "What are you doing up here?" She hated the panic that suddenly threatened to overwhelm her, as she felt his raw anger wash over her in waves. "Why aren't you still on the stage? With the band?" "Why the hell are you with him?" His anger, made the room feel cramped. "I thought you said you couldn't be seen in public with celebrities like me. In you stroll with him, the current flavor of the month, and I had to watch him groping you?" He loomed dangerously over her. She backed away from him, to find herself trapped by the wall-to-wall counter of the sink behind her. "That's none of your business." She was aware of how vulnerable her voice sounded, but not able to get it under control yet. "Just like your leaving me in Berlin was none of my business?" His face was dark, and his voice dripped with scorn and anger. "You never told me what your business is. At this point, I'm guessing high-class hooker. Was I a freebie, or are you just behind in your billing?" "Cory, just let me leave, and forget about me, okay?" She tried not to sound like she was pleading. She had spent years perfecting how to order men around, but right at this moment, she would have begged if it would get her away from this man she still wanted so much, but had hurt so badly. His eyes were wild as he pushed forward with his hips, to trap her between the sink counter and the unmistakable bulge in his pants. "I can’t forget about you, damn it! That's the problem. You're in my blood. I want you so bad I can taste it!" His hands grabbed her urgently, and he ran them along her naked back, down to the cleft in her behind, watching his hands move in the mirror behind her. He gripped her hips and ground himself into her. With a groan, he moved one hand up to grab her hair and force her face up to accept his kiss, a punishing battering of her lips with his. She cried out from the pain of her hair being twisted around his hand, and he forced his tongue into her mouth and laid claim to her, despite her objections. Gasping, she tried to push him away, but since she didn't want to actually hurt him, she couldn't use any of the skills she had honed over the years. And the truth was that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Her hands crept up along his back as she leaned into him, pressing herself against him with strength of passion equal to his own. He groaned again, as he became aware that she had stopped denying him. Prize One:Prize Two:Prize Three:Prize Four:TO ENTER: |