Kiru Taye

EXCERPT:

"So I'm supposed to believe you are some kind of supernatural being. What? An angel? Demon? Oh, don't tell me. Let me guess. You're a werewolf, or better still, a vampire."

Sarcasm dripped from her voice as Tara paced the hotel room and rolled her eyes in contempt.

She'd been having a perfectly good night out with the girls. Of course, being chatted up by Lami, who’d been working the whole Blade thing much better than Wesley Snipes, had been the highlight of the night until she'd been practically zapped out of there by this...this man, or whatever he claimed to be.

She lowered her lashes and stole a glance at M'na. Her stomach flipped over as her pulse raced. Gosh. He was drop dead gorgeous in a rough, toned, SAS ready-to-kick-ass kind of way. The way his grey T-shirt molded on to his chest and his black trousers emphasized powerful thighs had her aching to feel all of him against all of her.

Remembering herself, she turned her back to him, inhaling deeply to clear her mind. She had to figure out what was going on. Was Paul playing a prank on her? It wouldn't be the first time. Had he sent one of his mates to her? It had to be. How else had she been able to recognize M'na instantly? She must have seen him with Paul at one point. Maybe at one of his firm's parties.

Her relationship with Paul Cruz had been casual for so long. It suited her just fine. While some of her friends were starting to make families, Tara was busy focusing on her career. She wanted to make partner in the law firm she’d worked in for a few years. Nothing else mattered.

So if it was one of Paul's friends, how could she explain the zapping thing? One minute she’d been in the bar laughing and joking; the next, she found herself back in her hotel room with him. Had he drugged her? If so, how had he gotten it into her system? She hadn't left her glass or accepted a drink from anyone. She'd dealt with too many date-rape cases to become a victim herself.

Yet, oddly when M'na had touched her, her skin had prickled with heat. Had he used something on her skin? She'd read somewhere about drugs that could be applied via the skin. The idea had sounded so futuristic, it had been unbelievable. No way was she losing her mind.

She turned to face M'na. He hadn't moved, his powerful, oh-so-sexy body leaning against the wall by the door, his arms folded across his chest. She imagined reclining on the same wall, his strength abrading her mind and body intimately. Her core pulsed and she bit her lower lip, halting the sensual picture. She undoubtedly had sex on the brain, didn't she?

Brown eyes with a ring of amber watched her like those of a hawk—not missing anything. His expression gave nothing away. Not being able to read him easily irritated her to no end. Focusing on the source of her anger, she clenched her fists with frustration. The air around her heated up and crackled with electricity. The wall lamps flashed brightly for a second before dimming again.

"What the hell?" She glanced around the room. "Did you see that? It has to be a power surge."