COVER REVEAL - BANSHEE SEDUCTION, MONTGOMERY'S SIN BOOK 1
Excerpt
He wondered if her skin was as smooth
as it looked in the bright lights of the bathroom. He raised his hand and
caressed gentle fingers over her cheek to detach a thin strand of hair from her
lips.
“What’s your name?”
He returned his hands to her shoulders
and slid both of them down the soft naked flesh of her arms to hold onto her
hands and keep her from bolting, amused at the way she blinked rapidly. Her
eyes sparkled unnaturally, and he knew. He just knew there was something
special about her. He hadn’t figured it out yet, but he was going to. The
instant attraction to her was more than just sexual, it was…protective.
She took three small hitching breaths
before she managed to gush out a reply. “I…I don’t know.”
He caressed his thumbs on the insides
of her palms to soothe her and pondered how long it would take to strip the
dress off her. After all, the bathroom was empty. He chuckled as she became
even more flustered, and he wondered if she could read his thoughts. She
certainly hadn’t made any effort to escape him, and there was no sign of her
not enjoying his touch.
“You don’t know your own name?”
“No.” Her breath whispered, and her
chest heaved. “I don’t.”
Her hands went limp in his, and she
stared deep into his eyes, almost hypnotizing him. Amused at the reciprocal
effect he appeared to have on her, he stepped in closer and dipped down to
whisper in her ear, the temptation to nibble it almost irresistible. “Well,
neither do I, sweetheart. What would you suggest I call you?”
He felt rather than heard her indrawn
breath against the background of thundering music. He took advantage and
deliberately skimmed his lips against the silken curve of her cheek, taking
pleasure in the rise of heat in his chest and the instant arousal that shot
through him.
The light scent of her perfume filled
his nostrils and tickled his senses. The thrum of his pulse increased to match
the rhythm of the music and sent his blood chasing through his veins.
“Ginny Golding. You can call me Ginny.”
She puffed and made him smile. The woman was just so goddamned cute and
attractive.
“Ginny. Is that your name?” He touched
the back of his fingers against her jawline and stroked them upward to her ear,
his own dark, tanned skin a wild contrast to the alabaster of hers. Her
tantalizing shudder emboldened him to skim his fingers through the fine strands
of her hair and cup the back of her neck.
“I think so.”
A deep chuckle rumbled at her
confusion, and the desire to kiss her, feel her full lips against his, and
taste her response rose in him. He tightened his hold on her, drawing her in.
“Yeah. Me too. You look like a Ginny.”
He skimmed his lips over her temple as she held still.
A gentle tremble coursed
through her body, making him take it slow.
“I feel like a Ginny.”
The beast rumbled in his belly. He
controlled it and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, and then pulled back to
stare into her entrancing eyes. Desperate desire overrode his patience. “So do
I. Let’s get out of here.”
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What a fabulous, utterly scrumptious cover. I love it. I bet the story is just as good.
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