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An Excerpt From: SPIRIT OF THE
PRYDE
Copyright © TJ MICHAELS, 2006
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave
Publishing, Inc.
The second they touched down on the private airstrip,
he popped the hatch and found a set of jet way stairs already rolling
toward the opening.
At the bottom of those stairs stood a goddess.
“Hi, I’m Nessia Pryde. Thanks for bringing this equipment on such short
notice.”
The woman’s voice flowed over him like rich chocolate.
The same silky confection, obviously named after her beautiful skin,
clearly visible, compliments of a form-fitting white tank top. She was dark,
velvety and surely delicious. The thought of tasting her made Jason’s
tongue dance around in his mouth until he snapped it closed. Lips, full and
ripe, had him swallowing hard. And the golden hue of her eyes was simply
arresting and stood out from her beautiful face like little orbs of the
purest honey. The woman was, in a word, fine as hell. Well, that was three
words, but it summed her up pretty well.
But judging from Neesia Pryde’s strong and fit physique, she’d probably deck
him if he stepped up and started licking the side of her neck. With a
mental shake, he reminded himself that he was here to do a job.
“Mr. DiCaplis, right?” she
asked, probably wondering if he was some kind of dimwit, staring at her for
at least thirty seconds without a word.
“Uh, yes, hi. Sorry, I’m not usually up at dawn and I’m
a bit slow this morning,” he said with a bright smile. Extending his hand,
she took it and firmly pumped his arm up and down. Her hands felt like they
were used to good, hard work. It had been a long time since he’d been with
a woman. Most of the ones he came across were simpering annoyances. But Neesia seemed far from being such a woman. Damn, he
would love to get to know her. And since he wasn’t investigating Neesia, there was nothing unethical about tempting the
temptress, right?
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