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Purchase eBook here! Reviews coming soon! Written in the Ruby
Nicole Martin's new home--an adorable bungalow nestled on a vast estate--provides the serenity she needs as an erotic romance author. Estate owner Zane Patrick is a gorgeous bonus, serving as sizzling inspiration for her novels. But when two shady agents imply he might be something other than human, Nicky's overactive imagination kicks in. Perhaps it's time to get to know the neighbor... When Zane sold the house to Nicky, he created his own personal hell--every time she writes a sex scene, he witnesses every intimate detail in his mind. He shouldn't get involved with his luscious neighbor, but cold showers can do only so much. When he learns of the agents' accusations, he and Nicky explore their motives...and their lust for each other. Add in an ancient, mystifying ruby once owned by Catherine the Great, and Zane and Nicky come together in ways neither could have imagined--which might come in handy if the agents manage to carry out their evil scheme.
Pushing aside the curtain, Zane watched Nicole run up the steps to the front door she'd painted red. His enhanced eyesight made it possible to see every small detail of the woman's curvaceous body. Even though her cottage sat half a mile away. Unable to keep from fantasizing, he shuddered with suppressed lust. Intently cataloguing every movement of her body, he noticed the rigid line of her spine. The beautiful, ebony-haired spitfire was upset. As usual, she wore her long hair confined in a single braid that hung to her waist. He longed to see her hair down, wavy and wild and spread over his pillow. Just before slipping inside, she looked over her shoulder at his home. He wanted to believe her expressive blue eyes were looking for him. And that was crazy. He couldn't afford to get entangled with her. Nicole was his neighbor and that made having a brief relationship a very bad idea. Given how strong his fantasies were lately, it was an extremely bad idea. Closing his eyes, he waited for the torture to start. His neighbor was an erotic romance writer...apparently one with a very vivid imagination. Zane hadn't read any of her books, but in the last month he'd somehow managed to mentally connect with her every time she wrote a sex scene. His life had become a hellish existence of cold showers and masturbation. Groaning, Zane tensed, afraid that Nicole would go in the door and immediately start on her latest work in progress. He couldn't take much more of this. It didn't matter that the connection made no sense or that he'd never heard of anything like this very selective mental bond. He just knew when she thought about sex, he was right there with her. When she anticipated trailing fingers along a man's thigh, it was his flesh she stroked. As she wrote a blowjob scene, his cock vibrated with the sensations she imagined when she slipped the hero's shaft between the heroine's full lips. Zane couldn't help imagining it was his shaft sliding between Nicky's lips. Keeping to his side of the compound was killing him. Tempting himself, he'd followed her to town a few times. They'd had coffee at her favorite coffee shop and once he'd managed to talk her into having dinner with him. He fought to convince himself that starting a short affair with his hot neighbor was not in his best interest. Until the next time he saw her, then it would start all over again. It frustrated him, this uncharacteristically focused interest in a specific woman. Besides, she never seemed to notice him. Nor did she pay attention to any of the guards or groundskeepers. Which was a good thing. If one of the men touched her, he'd lose command over this all-encompassing need to scream "mine!" and lock her in his bedroom. He barely maintained control as it was. One of these days, he'd snap. And then what would happen?
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