Memories Over Time
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by C. L. Scholey
Category: Erotica/Multicultural-Interracial Erotica/Romance
Description: Jett, the perfect name for a handsome, powerfully built man with a body that just won't quit. Mia, the slender dark-haired, dark-skinned beauty is more than his match, in bed and out of it. Jett knows Mia the second his fingers slide down her satiny skin. But it isn't possible; this is the first time they have met. Strange dreams of passionate sex with her starting from the beginning of time control his thoughts. His love for her follows him through the eras. Jett can't get the taste of her lips from his mind. Mia is his. He knows it; all he has to do is prove it to her. Mia is hired as Jett's bodyguard. The man fascinates her. His tales of reincarnation are thought provoking and disturbing. How can the man think they were lovers in past lives? The strange underwater cave he takes her in is filled with hieroglyphics. The imagery drags her in and plays with her inner most thoughts. Perhaps they were lovers in a past life, brought together in this life now. The only thing Mia is certain of is that she wants Jett. She will stop at nothing to keep him safe from those who would destroy them both for the secrets in the stone.
eBook Publisher: Whispers Publishing, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: October 2011
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [83 KB]
Reading time: 50-70 min.
"You can't be serious."
Mia looked up into the face of the disgruntled man. She had seen that same reaction before. Especially from guys his type. The gorgeous powerhouse stood six-two at least, and weighed around two thirty. Wavy black hair hung just past his ears, brushed back, giving him the ultimate bad boy appearance, with his chiseled Greek god looks. His dark T-shirt stretched over his broad, huge muscular chest.
Arms like steel bands and tree trunk thighs, classic to this wealthy, cocky, Neanderthal type. Faded blue jeans hugged his hips. His tan complimented his demon-dark looks. His dark brown eyes were a mixture of stunned disbelief, annoyance and some amusement.
"I'm completely serious, Jett."
Mia's gaze traveled to Sarah Cooper, the woman who had hired her. She was a short, plump, dumpy-looking white chick with too much makeup and gaudy jewelry. Her dyed, frizzy blond hair was all askew. She wore a pale yellow dress and wide yellow high heels that made her look like Big Bird in drag. When Mia had been approached for this job, she had almost refused. But what Sarah lacked in looks and taste, she made up for in a big way in heart and honesty. Mia had been intrigued when Sarah offered her a firm handshake and an earnest smile and a hint of a tale too juicy to pass up, with an astounding wad of cash.
"You really think this little piece of fluff can protect me?" Jett scoffed. "I'll be too busy to keep an eye on her. What's she weigh? A hundred pounds?"
Actually, Mia thought with a smile, I'm a 120 pounds. She stood five foot five, five-seven in the heeled black boots she wore.
"She looks sixteen. Hasn't her mommy taught her how to put lipstick on yet?" Jett went on to say.
Now that is just annoying, Mia thought. She was twenty-four. She didn't wear makeup because she chose not to. The black jeans she wore hugged her hips, but the material was flexible. Her white T-shirt was loose but gave a small view of her flat, creamy coffee-colored abdomen. Her long, raven, curly hair was pulled into a ponytail.
"Now listen here," Sarah continued to argue, "I went to a lot of trouble to hire this woman."
"Well unhire her. I can take care of myself just fine."
Jett turned back to his desk, dismissing them, and snapped his brown briefcase closed. Mia crossed her arms over her chest. She had been paid a great deal of money to protect this guy, and whether or not he liked it she was going to do her job. Even if that meant sticking him in a box and sitting on it. When Jett turned back and saw them both still standing there he scowled at Mia. The look was meant to intimidate. Did he really think she would tremble in fear at his big mean look? Not bloody likely. She could eat men like him for breakfast.
Jett shook his head when she remained undaunted, her expression unchanged. He put his briefcase back on the desk then leaned back against the solid oak wood, crossing his arms over his chest and then his feet at his ankles. He looked her up and down, his gaze settling onto the generous swell of her breasts. Mia saw his annoyance turn to interest. That was also a look she was used to by men his type.
Now he would go and get all predatory and sexy. Oh she was all aquiver, not! His smoldering brown eyes locked onto hers, undressing her with his intense stare, licking his full red lips suggestively while his face was an open book of wanting to devour every inch of her like a hungry wolf, and Mia just couldn't help herself--she laughed. Jett went from smoldering to fizzling.
"Look at you and your bad-ass self," Mia said with a chuckle. That had his hackles rising. She saw his shoulders tense.
"So you think you can protect me?" Jett demanded. "Where's your gun? Down your pants?"
"There's no gun down there," she countered with a sassy air. "Do I look happy to see you?"
Jett moved forward. Mia always loved this part. He stalked her. She had to admit he had the look down pat. Dangerous, sexy as hell, intense male pheromones were a nice touch. When his muscles flexed, it was overkill. She felt like yawning; it was all so humdrum. Mia had taken in her surroundings the moment she had walked through the door. The carpet was soft, and she could easily avoid the chair and desk. She was hired to protect him after all, not hurt him. Jett grabbed her by the arms. Mia struggled lightly, she let her gaze deceptively go worried.
"Now, Jett," Sarah cautioned.
"I won't hurt her," Jett said. "Damn, you don't weigh much at all, do you honey?"
He pulled her to his hard chest, crushing her breasts to him and his predatory look turned quizzical for a moment. Jett's breath washed over her face. His huge hands wrapped around the bare flesh of her upper arms, making her tingle. Mia gazed into his eyes and for a second, just a second, she felt she knew his touch. She blinked and the feeling was gone. That's when she tossed the big bad boy onto his ass.