Witness To Passion (Entangled Ignite) (Guarding Her Body) - Plot & Excerpts
Blinked again. Nope. Shane Roarke still stood at her living room window. His tall frame and wide shoulders nearly swamped the pane and glass. Hard muscle strained at the black cotton of his long-sleeved shirt. And as he edged the curtain aside to peer outside, a delicious display of strength shifted beneath his shirt. She focused on that subtle show of lethal grace, latched onto it with a desperation that had panic attack scrawled all over it. In bright red Crayola crayons. Oh Jesus. She squeezed her eyes shut, but immediately that big, ugly gun in Shane’s hands flashed across the backs of her lids. No! Her eyes popped open. Bad move, bad move. She returned her gaze to Shane’s back. As long as she fixated on the prime example of badassery in front of her, she could shove aside the fact that she’d been seconds away from becoming a tear on some gangbanger’s cheek. Did they still do that?
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