If you follow me on Twitter and Facebook, then you know that the eBook release of Midnight's Serenade, the third and final book in the PHOENIX Files series, is just around the corner- a little less than two weeks away! You've probably seen this: #Midnight's Serenade #4/30/2013 - hopefully you've been sharing/re-tweeting it. :)
Marcelo shook his head. "You go first, just stick close to me." He couldn't tear his eyes away from the satin curve of her neck and bare shoulders, and the tops of her breasts exposed by the thin straps of her night gown.
She shrugged, and began to climb stairs.
He followed one step behind. Just as he'd just, the site of her hips, swaying beneath the thin night gown, which truly magnificent. She was taller than average, and very curvy. Watching her round little ass flex each time she lifted her foot was undoubtedly the best part of his day.
At the top of the stairs, she stopped on the landing and turned to face him. "What now?"
Her question broke him out of the trance, and he began to let his training take over. "Give me a minute to look around."
"All right." She folded her arms over her pert chest, and leaned against the small, wrought iron table.
He turned slowly into full circle. The walls, painted a soft green, were home to a variety of colorful abstract art pieces, bronze sconces, and ceramic plaques. An oval-shaped antique mirror sister the wall facing the stairs.
He walked his left, around the polished banister, and felt his shoes sinking to the plush carpet. He opened each of the five doors on the second level. There were two full bathrooms and two more kiss their rooms, in addition to the two bedrooms and powder room downstairs. Her bare room, at the end of the hall, was last.
As he turned the knob, she joined him. The decor echo what he'd seen all the landing; same paint shade, same art the queen sized bed set beneath the bronze and crystal chandelier, and was dressed in shades of cream and pink. He crossed the room, surveying her large walk-in closet, and the five piece master bathroom, which had told granite counter tops, stainless steel fixtures, and a bathtub large enough to double as a small pool.
When he returned to the bedroom, he found her sitting on the edge of the bed. Her questioning eyes were on him."So, what's your impression?"
He looked into the face of the woman he was charged to protect, and was struck again by her beauty. Her face was his art for the paintings displayed on her walls – bronze skin, high cheekbones, and deep set brown eyes framed by long, lush lashes. the blunt, tapered cut of her brown hair framed her face gracefully. Her full lips looked his plump ass cherry tomatoes ready to be harvested from the vine. "Your practical and logical – the same decor flows throughout your entire house. Your meticulous, because there's not one cricket painting or wilted flower anywhere.. The stuffed animal collection in your closet tells me you have fond childhood memories , and that even though you'd like a pet, you feel you're too busy for one."
She blinked several times, fluttering those dark lashes as if surprised. "I'm impressed. Go on." She crossed her legs, raising the hem of the gown to reveal her tapered calves and ankles.
He smiled. Women usually either enjoying his ability to read them, or were put off by it. He was glad she was impressed."There are books and magazines everywhere, meaning you love to read and like to stay informed. The table you leaned against on the landing is one recently moved, indicated by the grooves in the carpet. And, even though this house is well over 2500 square feet, there is only one decorative mirror." He eased closer to her. "That tells me you're a woman who is totally unaware of just how beautiful she is."
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Until Next Time,
Remember, you can pick up your eBook copy at ARe, Amazon, and B&N on April 30th.