Sins of the Mind
Seven years ago, Abby Montgomery survived a brutal attack.
Now she is ready to put her pain in the past and move on with her life. The
problem is, one by one the men in her life are being viciously murdered.
The detective assigned to the case, Ethan Parker, has demons
of his own to hide. As the danger gets closer to Abby, so does Ethan. But can
they get past his secrets before the killer gets to them? Sometimes the sins of
the mind are more depraved than the sins of the heart.
EXCERPT:
“Moment?” He raised
his eyebrows, tried for a surprised expression. “We were having a moment? Where
was I?”
A husky laugh escaped Abby’s lips. She gave him a playful
shove, but he caught her hand, his fingers encircling her delicate wrist. With
great care, he bowed his head and pressed his lips to the center of her palm.
Her sharp intake of air told him she liked it.
“Is this the moment
you were referring to?” He kissed her wrist. “Or this?” His mouth grazed along
her skin, up the side of her neck to the tender point below her ear.
“Mmm.” She tilted her head, offering him better access.
He inhaled, reveled in her unique scent. A mixture of spicy
vanilla and exotic flowers invaded his senses and sent the room slowly spinning.
Primal lust roared through him, demanded he possess her in a rush of carnal
passion.
But Ethan resisted.
Intent on enticing Abby into a wild, heated frenzy, he
trailed the tip of his tongue along her throat. Her pulse hammered beneath his
ardent attention, and he reveled in her response. His fingers slid over her
supple skin. One hand sought the silky tresses adorning her head while the
other coaxed her legs across his lap then slipped around her waist.
He pulled back, stared into her lovely face. Eyelids
fluttering, she sighed in his arms. When she looked at him, desire burned
bright in her eyes. His heart stuttered at the sight, and hot need rushed to
his groin.
“Abby.” Her name rolled from his tongue in a mix of
desperation and lust. A voracious hunger to taste every inch of her body washed
over him. The urge to kiss the small of her back, to run his tongue along her
skin, delving and dipping into her secret, sensitive places, all but
overwhelmed him. “Tell me to stop. If you’re not ready, honey, tell me to stop
right now and by all that’s holy, I will. But you need to know how much I want
you right now.”
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