Poseidon's Bride (Olympians, Book One) - Plot & Excerpts
She’d been brushing her hair, trying to decide if she would read a book or watch a movie before going to bed, when she’d heard a man passionately call out her name. As she stood frozen to the spot, she felt something lightly brush against her cheeks, like fingers framing her face. “Layla,” the voice whispered again. She had a vivid imagination, but she’d never heard such desire in a man’s voice before. The fingers on her face lingered longer than the voice did. She dropped her brush and ran her hands over her cheeks, thinking maybe her hair was clinging to her face because of static electricity in the air, but she felt nothing unusual. She looked all around the room, but saw nothing. No shadows lurked outside on her balcony, and there were no intruders creeping out of her closet. She shook her head and took a calming breath. Her eyes strayed to her top drawer, where she kept her vibrator. If another orgasm was what it took to get some peace, she certainly had the option. But she had to admit she would prefer for her dream man to come walking through the mirror, or whatever it was mysterious, magical men did, and sweep her into his arms for a long night of loving.
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