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Heart of the Thief
by Xssa Annella
Category: Erotica/Romance
Description: Their eyes meet and the flicker of passion between Nick the thief and Clara the thief hater will grow to consume them both.
After just a glance, she will tempt him, help him...endanger him. What starts as mere sex becomes hot sex then transforms into a desire for so much more than either has ever given before. Their desire will overwhelm them. Transform them. Their passion connects them, their love holds them together but in the end, nothing may be strong enough to save them.
Nick will need all his skills as a thief to save himself and Clara. Not everyone loves a thief, especially his victims. And the most dangerous victims are those powerful enough to have destroyed Nick's planet years ago and started him on his career.
In the end, the only thing stronger than what can be stolen is a heart given in love.
eBook Publisher: Whispers Publishing, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: February 2011

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [135 KB]
Words: 30148 Reading time: 86-120 min.

Though she wouldn't admit to anyone but her best friend, she was a closet romantic, hoping the right man would come along and awaken her dying senses with his touch. Maybe a nice detective, eager to kill thieves like the one that stole from her. Whoever he was, he had to be the type of man talked about in romance books and be able to set her free. Just the thought turned her on, and she wiggled her hips a bit more than usual.
He couldn't say what had attracted him to her. She wasn't the prettiest girl on display, but she had his full attention. The clink of the glasses from behind the bar and the background noise blurred into a mild melody. He stared through the milling bar patrons, searching for just the right word for her.
Klune.
He was surprised; it was a word from his past, his planet, and rarely did he apply it to people. Anything with such grace that the personality could be seen. A ring so delicately entwined with gold lace that it was feminine. A song so mournful it breathed a dirge. A statue that seemed to breathe, poised to move, laughter on its lips. Her klune was there, in the tilt of her head, the fluff of her hair. Was that why he wanted her?
Her back was straight. Even as a paid-for girl she had dignity. There was a tilt to her head, a somber look about her eyes. Definitely klune.
The music changed tempo, and she danced sexily.
He didn't like it. It was supposed to inspire people to come back and bid on her tonight. She eyed her audience like it was a challenge; she moved her hips like a gunslinger drawing pistols. Her fingers snapped in the air.
He craved her spirit next to him, craved those red lips telling him sweet love lies in his ear. But he shouldn't, couldn't, rent her for the night. Sex would most likely be extra, and he didn't have the money. Well, he did, but he wasn't supposed to. His cover wouldn't support a large flash of cash. Thieves had to be careful. Besides he had a job to do that left no time for fun.
None of his excuses mattered in the end. Her dress slipped open halfway, part of the act, a glimpse of pale skin peeking through. The music stopped.
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