Three Days of Night
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by Tracey H. Kitts
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Fantasy
Description: Vivian didn't have the power nor the desire to resist the sexy djinn when he said, "Let me give you clarity. For three days your life will be on pause. The sun will not rise and your ship will not make port. Everything will appear to continue, only it will not. Enjoy these moments ? Get to know me if you like. These three days are my gift to you. Should you desire more, all you have to do is ask."
eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: July 2011
7 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [196 KB]
Reading time: 129-181 min.
Cigar smoke curled around his mouth as he looked down the bar at me and smiled. Everything is a game to Morgan and normally I would not have played. Maybe it was because we had just helped to liberate an entire race of people. Or maybe I was just still excited from the recent battle. Whatever the reason, I returned his wicked smile. He tipped his glass in response.
Even though it hasn't been necessary for my heart to beat in a very long time, the look he gave me made it jump into overdrive. I rose slowly from my seat, taking the glass of warm blood with me. My vinyl bodysuit creaked as I moved toward him.
"Thank you, Jester," one Ti'al woman said as she passed. Her hand trailed playfully across the back of his shoulders. I didn't like it. She glanced at me and her dark blue lips curled into a challenging smile. Bitch.
Even alien women liked him. Sure, Morgan was attractive enough. But I never understood why someone would be willing to put up with his attitude. Having lived and worked alongside him for the past ten years, I felt I knew better than anyone what a jerk he was. Even though I knew this, I took a seat beside him.
He wore a black mask which covered just his eyes. It matched the leather body armor that covered him from head to toe. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, adding to his rakish appeal. As I observed him I took another sip of the warm Ti'al blood and let it soothe me.
"Another round, Jester?"
Jester, that's his mercenary name. His real name is Morgan Jefferies. But only I and a handful of other people know that. Morgan's bizarre sense of humor earned him the moniker long before we ever teamed up.