Hi, everyone! Maria asked if I could post another excerpt from I’LL BE SLAYING YOU, and I thought that was an awesome idea (thanks, Maria!).  So, here is a new excerpt from my second Night Watch book, I’LL BE SLAYING YOU (available 6/29/10…less than 2 months away!):

“Wanna dance with me?”  Such dark words. No accent at all underlined the whisper.  Just a rich purr of sex.

Oh but she bet the guy was fantastic in the sack.

Find out.  A not-so-weak challenge in her mind.

Why not? She wasn’t seeing anyone. He seemed up for it and—

Dee brought her left hand up between them and pushed against his chest. “I don’t dance.”  Especially not to that too fast, pounding music that made her head ache.

He didn’t retreat.  His eyes bored into hers. “Pity.”  His fingers skated down her arm and caught her wrist.  He took her glass away, sat it on the bar top with a clink.

She cocked her head and studied him.  “Are you following me?”  Two nights.  First, sure, that could have been coincidence.  A coincidence she was grudgingly grateful for, but tonight—

The faintest curl hinted on his lips. “What if I am?”    His thighs brushed against her. Big, strong thighs.  Thick with muscle.

Dee swallowed.  So not the time.

But the man was tempting.

She couldn’t afford a distraction. Not then. “Then you’d better be very, very careful.”  Dee shoved against him.  Hard.

He stumbled back a step and his smile widened. “You keep playing hard to get, and I’m gonna start thinking you’re not interested in me, Sandra Dee.”

Who was this guy?  Dee jumped off the bar stool. “You’d be thinking right, buddy.”

He took her wrist again with strong, roughened fingers.  The guy towered over her. Always the way of it. When you couldn’t even skim five foot six with big-ass heels, most men towered over you. And since Dee had never worn heels in her life…

The guy bent toward her when he said, “I see the way you look at me.”

What did that mean?

“Curious…but more.  Like maybe you got a wild side lurking in you. A side that wants out.”

Maybe she did.  The guy sure looked like he could play. After the case.

“I don’t know you, Chase,” she finally told him, too aware of his touch on her skin. Too aware that her nipples were tightening and she was leaning toward him as her nostrils flared and she tried to suck up more of his scent.  “I don’t know—”

“I saved your life.” A fallen angel’s smile. “Doesn’t that count for something?”

Maybe.

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