Still, after months of dating, it was always a shock when he said it, and she couldn’t really say why.
“Well then,” Abby said, her voice thick with emotion no matter how hard she tried to hide it, “how can a girl say no to that?”
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Dazzled
Dark, dangerous dragon shifters who just need true love!
by J.K. Harper
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Powerful dragon shifter Sebastian Bernal rules a modern empire of riches. Betrayed once by a woman, he vowed never to love again. His singular passion is collecting priceless rare objects. He prowls the antiquities black market, seeking his ancestors' stolen treasures now being traded by dangerous criminals. Bookish Lacey Whitman is married to her all-consuming yet beloved job as a museum curator. She has no time for men. Especially not when she discovers her very own museum is buying relics on the shadowy black market. When Sebastian collides with Lacey, everything tips out of his control. The woman is his mate—and she's about to disrupt not only his quest to recover his family's legacies, but his very heart and soul.
Dragon shifter Sebastian and very unsupernatural human Lacey felt immediate heat when they met, yet each one brushed it off as mere physical attraction. Besides, he's her boss's boss's boss. But one night at the museum, they find they just can't keep their hands off one another, no matter what the consequences might be....
Dazzled
An excerpt
Doing his damnedest to focus on the conversation with the groom’s father and new father-in-law, Sebastian nodded and chuckled at appropriate intervals. They were both important, generous donors to the Bernal Center. As such, he owed them the courtesy of his attention.
But Lacey’s glorious, delighted laughter kept catching his attuned ear instead, blowing his concentration. Between her laughter, her enticing scent, and the frisson of smoldering attraction between them, all his senses were wire tight.
Finally, after a last round of sincere congratulations and once more thanking them for their continued devotion to the museum, Sebastian gracefully excused himself with the excuse that he needed to circulate and be sure that everything was running smoothly. He barely registered their enthusiastic thanks for the private use of the venue as he turned to locate the burning, vexing focus of his unquenchable desire.
His dragon was going to be the death of him where this woman was concerned. The wild, ceaseless insistence that he get close to her, bury himself in her, taste all her succulent treasures and keep them to himself, frankly was driving him half insane.
Just tonight, he silently swore his head. One night to scratch this itch, get it out of my system, and move on.
Nodding and smiling as he easily sidestepped small clusters of excited, happy wedding goers, Sebastian maneuvered his way across the marble floors of the great rotunda, heading with unerring accuracy to the sound of Lacey’s low, sweet voice. Her exquisite scent pulled him along as it teased at him, urging him forward as if she tugged him toward her with a heated, sensuous leash.
There. Lacey Whitman, rising star curator. His rising star curator, at his company’s own white-hot, world-class Bernal Center. His dragon rumbled with possessive pride. Lacey, his private obsession despite his own avowed wariness of all things female. The sexy yet classy dress she wore for the festivities hugged her curves in silky panels of pale pink rose and soft, burnished copper. A stylish silk bolero jacket just clung to her arms and shoulders, emphasizing the beautiful tapering down to her waist where the form-fitting dress accentuated the luscious hips he’d been longing to get ahold of.
Sebastian felt his cock stir as he headed her way, the fire of his dragon inside blazing with an inexorable arousal. Yet this also felt different than mere physical ardor needing to be assuaged by whatever willing, un-clingy woman he could find. The swell of Lacey’s breasts that he could see as she half turned and gestured to the display hanging from the ceiling of the rotunda snared him with their soft, enticing invitation to stroke and hold and lick and nibble.
Yes. The unbearably gorgeous woman would be the death of him. Unless he could get her alone in the next two minutes.