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One Wicked Night
by Avril Ashton
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Suspense/Thriller
Description: Justice Alexandre kills for a living. A lover of the shadows, he makes no excuses for what he does. Besides, people bore him. He has no use for them?until a hot summer night in a Toronto nightclub. A woman with misery in her eyes whispers three words in his ear, shattering his world like shards of crystal at his feet. She wants to lose herself--or maybe find herself, Myka Prentiss can't readily decide. What she does know is the dark stranger hugging the shadows at the back of the club calls to her in ways she can't explain. Putting fear aside, accepting the heady pull, she makes her move and asks for one nameless night. Nothing between them but hot sweat and tangled sheets. He accepts. When they're done, she walks away, wanting more. Back to an unfulfilled life, she's comforted only by her memories?until her dark stranger shows up at her door with an announcement. He's been hired to kill her.
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks/eXtasybooks, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: May 2011
 
5 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [196 KB]
Words: 43177
Reading time: 123-172 min.
Once outside, Myka stood against the exterior wall of the club and waited. The whisper of cool air on the nape of her neck felt like a lover's caress. She crossed her arms over her chest, then changed her mind and let them hang loose at her sides.
He wasn't coming.
What was she thinking? She shouldn't have approached him, but she'd wanted to prove her life was still her own. Pretend what she'd overheard wasn't true, and her father hadn't sold her to the highest bidder for a senate seat. But he had and here she was, grasping at anything to dull the pain.
The doors opened and Mr. Dark stepped outside. Breath left her body, her spine tingled. His gaze clashed with hers as he approached like a lion stalking its prey. Dark clothes cloaked his bulky frame--leather jacket, shirt, jeans and boots. His features looked like they'd been chiseled from the finest, darkest chocolate. Sharp, dark and smooth. He had high cheekbones, slanted eyes, and just a hint of stubble on his square jaw, framing full lips made to kiss and taste. A voice in the back of her head yelled run, but she ignored it. She sensed he'd like the chase.
He stood in front of her, chest to chest, and placed a hand on the wall behind her. Then he leaned in, licked her earlobe and caught it between his teeth.
Her breath hitched, knees wobbled. A whimper left her throat as her pussy flooded.
"You beckoned?" A Caribbean accent gave his deep voice an exotic flavor.
Nipples hardening, Myka stayed with the bold approach. "I want you. Under me, or on top of me, but definitely inside me."
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