Fury’s Kiss (35 page)

“Shit!” I leaped after him, but by the time I got to the door, he’d shoved something up against it to keep it from opening. I growled in frustration as I rattled the doorknob, then wheeled around. I’d have to run through the club to the main entrance.

I was halfway across the room when the jammed door suddenly burst open behind me to slam against the wall. I turned back to it with a snarl as the runaway was shoved forward into the room. He was followed by all kinds of mocha-skinned sexy—a tall, lean man with muscles bulging in the forearm that had just sent the Spartan sprawling. Stubble covered a strong jaw line and when he spoke, his voice was hot nights, and New Orleans blues.

“Evening, ladies.” Dark eyes glinted. “Y’all lose something?”

About the Author

Author photo by Stefan Davidson

Nicola R. White
is no stranger to the fantastic. Although there are no Furies in her family tree (that she knows of), she comes from a small city on the east coast of Canada where ghost stories and superstitions abound. She has worked on movie sets, as a bartender, in a lighthouse, and as a lawyer. Though she’s never been an exotic dancer like her character, Alex Hughes, she does know how to pole dance.

She has always been fascinated by the strange and morbid, and often stays up too late reading books that give her nightmares. She believes truth is stranger than fiction, and just a few of her heroes are Buffy, Dana Scully, and Xena.

Nicola is a member of Romance Writers of America and Romance Writers of Atlantic Canada, and is an active member and supporter of the award-winning Romance Divas website and online forum.