Luke & Jezebel

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To my readers:

The long anticipated sequel to A.D.2203: Adam & Eve, from the first Ellora's Cavemen anthology, Tales from the temple 1, published in March, 2004. This book is also tied to Let Them Eat Cake, from my Vampire Sentinel series.

Over the years I've received countless emails about Adam and Eve, most of them asking the same questions - Where is Luke and Jezebel's story? And what happened to Adam and Eve?

This book answers those questions. Wonder why it's taken me so long? Blame Luke. He wasn't quite ready to settle down.

In Luke & Jezebel you'll find old friends from both Adam & Eve and Let them Eat Cake. Beginning with Luke and Jezi meeting, this book wraps around the ending of Eve's story. I've worked hard to ensure this book can be read without first reading the other two, but what's the fun in that!

A.D. 2203
Luke & Jezebel

Book two in the A.D. 2203 series.

Blurb:
In the year 2203, the tenuous truce between humans and Others straddles the line between hate rhetoric from the fanatical One Racers and acceptance by more liberal humans. Angry cracks appear in this diplomatic accord when human children are kidnapped from their beds and the Fae are blamed for their disappearance.

Hired as the public relations expert for the Others, Jezi Longtree is excited to help the paranormal community restore its image among humans. Her eagerness turns into intense aggravation when she meets her contact, Luke Skylord. As Sentinel for the Others, the man is infuriating, arrogant--and sexy as hell.

Luke recognizes Jezebel's creative talents immediately--as well as her luscious body. Determined to make the voluptuous redheaded his temporary bedmate, his pursuit of the intriguing woman is relentless. When he finds himself on an unprecedented emotional roller coaster, Luke discovers there's more to Jezebel than Double Ds. When the sparks fly between these two, they are both singed by the outcome.

Excerpt

Luke didn't know what to expect when the owners of Longtree and Company were brought to meet him. It certainly wasn't the two coming down the hall. Oh, the dark-haired man fulfilled obvious expectations. Expensively dressed, impeccably groomed and stunningly handsome, he moved with the well-mannered sashay of money. His clear and overtly stated dating preference happened to be a plus in this firm’s favor--One Racers hated homosexuals almost as much as they detested vampires and other races.

He knew from his initial research that David Jenkins was not the guiding force for the company. No. Luke's investigation revealed a very unusual setup for a PR business, with the owner staying in the background--refusing to meet with clients. Yet Jezebel Longtree's creative touch clearly marked every word associated with the liberal firm and its customers. The bizarre arrangement interested him.

She was a small woman. He estimated the top of her head wouldn't reach the middle of his chest. Moving with innate confidence, she had a mass of fiery red curls framing an elfin face and highlighting bright, moss green eyes sparkling with an inner mischief. The only thing not petite and delicate looking about the intriguing woman was her chest.

Probably a C cup, but on such a small body her breasts appeared larger. Fingers itching to weigh and measure, he wanted to verify her gifts were all nature had conferred versus a manmade wonder. Although it wouldn't matter, he'd take them any way he could get them. Mentally pulling back, he reminded himself this was business. The woman wasn't here because he's been a breast man for five hundred years--though the pair attached to the firebrand moving toward him looked to be some of the best he'd ever seen. She was here to take over his public relation nightmares--dressed in simple jeans and a tee shirt.

She was either so good she didn't worry about dressing to impress, or she didn't want his business.

Allowing one final moment to contemplate holding those large globes in his hands, he felt the pulse in his body pound as his groin tightened with heavy arousal. All she'd done is walk into the room, yet his body reacted with a ferocity that stunned.

Intently focused on what might be under her shirt, it took him a minute to read and understand the sentiment emblazoned across her fantastic chest.

Got Stake?

Luke didn't think the spelling was a typo.

Taking a quick step back at the heated anger flashing in the man's eyes, Jezi realized with one glimpse of their potential client that she was in way over her head. The look Mr. Skylord gave her burned through her clothes like they didn't exist and scorched her skin. The man was unbelievable. His lean, tight body appeared strong without the overworked musculature of a body builder. She expected him to be pale but instead found his skin to be the color of light caramel. Flesh obviously kissed by the sun. He displayed a smooth chest to perfection within the frame of an open white linen shirt and lean hips covered by tight blue jeans. His sexy, long-toed bare feet completed the drool-worthy picture.

Oh Lord. Resisting the urge to fan her heated cheeks, she was embarrassed that she'd been drooling over his toes. Pulling her gaze back to his face, she attempted to squash her unwelcome impulses. Refusing to acknowledge the urge to run her fingers in the short, dark hair that fell in a careless fashion across a high forehead, she also denied any craving to play with the wispy bangs hiding his eyes. While she was at it, she might as well insist that the overnight shadow of facial hair faintly accenting a full, sensuous mouth and strong jaw--did nothing for her.

She was in big trouble.

His demeanor screamed wild and dangerous and his slow, precise movements made her think of sex. Mr. Skylord's sensual lassitude broadcast the knowledge of how incredible he would be in bed. The enticing reflection rippled through her body like lightning.

In desperation she told herself to think about business, and then her gaze snagged on eyes the color of bittersweet chocolate. It dawned on her that the fire in those eyes had turned from heated assessment to enraged irritation in a matter of seconds. He'd read the message on her tee shirt.

This she could deal with.