Getting Familiar With Your Demon: That Old Black Magic, Book 4 - Plot & Excerpts
Unable to take his eyes off her, he watched her face while she snoozed. Even in the darkest hours of night, her inner sunshine proved a radiant beacon. Shit. If anyone fit the image of an angel, it was her. The damn writing had been on the wall all this time, and he’d been too blind to see it. Well, not entirely. His body sure as hell had read the signs and responded to her angel light like it was an intoxicating drug. Hence their recent eight-hour sexual Olympics. The really scary part? He wasn’t even close to being sated. In fact, he was damn tempted to wake Marabella up and go at it for another eight. So much for exorcising her from his mind. Rather than give in to his baser urges—and risk landing himself in traction for pulling an overused groin muscle—he climbed from the bed and ventured into the living room. After yanking his jeans on, he sprawled onto the couch and stared at the ceiling for what seemed like hours as he processed the multitude of disturbed thoughts tumbling around in his brain.
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