Reviews
“The emotional pull between Deanna and Graeme is very clear, and yet the erotic pull she feels toward Ash makes for an even more interesting read. Add the hint of danger to make this already stimulating [story] better. . . . [Sexy Beast VIII] is a definite keeper and one I will be adding to my collection.”
“Well-written, with characters a reader would enjoy reading about and plot development that served as far more than interesting venues for sex.”
Excerpt
Out of the corner of her eye, Deanna saw a familiar figure pass the open door. Her heart leaped in recognition. Graeme! There was no mistaking that walk and those broad shoulders.
She rushed out, then stared in consternation at his uniformed back as he bought a drink from the vending machine. It was supposed to be his day off. Had something come up and he couldn’t stay?
No matter. At least he was here now. She ran to him, anticipating one of his aggressive kisses that made her weak in the knees.
He straightened and turned to her with that sure-footed fluidity that was so incongruous in such a large man. “Can I help you?”
The question took Deanna aback, stopping her headlong flight toward her lover. She stared into cat green eyes, that shade of hazel caught between gold and green, then checked the name pinned on his chest to confirm her mistake: A. Luger. “You’re not Graeme.”
Her cheeks heated at her mistake. She’d nearly thrown her arms around a stranger!
“Unfortunately not. Should I apologize?” He arched a brow in good-natured inquiry that sharpened to interest as he got a better look at her. His shoulders straightened, pushing his chest forward. He took a deep breath, the light in his eyes suddenly blazing with awareness. “His loss, my gain.”
