Authors: Karice Bolton
To my wonderful husband and mom. Thank you for always believing in me. And to my marvelous Street Team! It is so much fun getting to chat with you all on a daily basis. I’m so lucky to have such a fun group of people surrounding me! Per your suggestion, I’ve included the playlist. Great idea, Heidi!
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TAKEN NOVELLA (A Watchers Prequel)
BEYOND REASON - Coming Soon
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The elevator chimed, barely bringing me out of my morning fog, and I took one graceful step forward, tripping right into the carriage. My mishap scared the yawn right out of me, but I was met with a deep, gravelly chuckle, and my heart instantly skipped a beat. I wasn’t expecting an audience so early in the morning.
“Good morning,” a vaguely familiar voice greeted me.
Oh no! How could this be?
“Having a little difficulty staying upright?” he teased and that was all it took. I knew who was on the other side of the voice before I even looked.
I raised my head and locked eyes with him—the one man in the universe who was off-limits, my best friend’s brother. He was also the one man who’d managed to sneak into my dreams last night and take charge.
Heaven could be so cruel in the love department.
The intense charisma he projected from just one smile was enough to melt me, or anyone, in place. His features were magnificently chiseled, and his eyes held a playful curiosity as he raised a dark brow waiting for a response of some sort.
I felt a blush creep up my spine landing on my cheeks as my mind wandered to a few of the images that my memory left behind from the night before. His hands skirting along my belly, his mouth following—just to name a few. I usually loved my active imagination but not so much at the moment.
To top it off he looked out-of-this-world delicious, even this early in the morning. And that should be illegal. His dark hair was mussed just right and his black suit stretched along his chest, matching my dreams from the night before. He flashed another smile and his brown eyes immediately warmed as he took me in. Tiny little creases around his eyes formed as his smile grew larger at my apparent inability to stop gawking, or reminiscing. Either way, I got the feeling that he knew he had the upper hand, and I had to change that.
I turned around quickly and pushed the lobby button. The silver doors slid shut, and the elevator felt like it was the size of a narrow, toothpick holder as I debated what to do or say. My inclination was to hold onto the railing, but that would be a dead giveaway that he was taking my breath away. The elevator began gliding down swiftly when I became one with my words again.
“What are you doing here?” I blurted, refusing to turn to face him.
“It’s nice to see you too,” he laughed.
I felt his gaze run along my body, and with every fiber of my being, I wanted to be the good friend that Gabby deserved. I wanted to be repulsed from his adoration.
But I wasn’t.
In fact, I loved the feeling this encounter stirred inside of me. It didn’t help that the images my mind conjured the night before were on fast-forward as I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Brandy, wasn’t it?” he asked, slicing my strength in half. His voice was so masculine, and beyond a doubt, the sexiest voice I’d ever heard.
Get a grip, Brandy!
I nodded, allowing my mind to take control.
“Jerry, was it?” I asked, knowing damn well his name was Aaron. And I remembered calling it out a time or two last night in my deep sleep.
His laughter boomed inside the elevator’s tight quarters, and I was unable to hide my smile. I felt the magnificent energy run between us, and my body tingled at the thought. Of him. Of me. Of him and me. But were these feelings only brewing because I knew I couldn’t have him, and he was nothing more than a safe and casual flirt?