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He’s silent––but his
touch speaks louder than words.
harsh appeal of a man who refuses to talk to her. Keenan’s hard stare is
arrogant and unapologetic. The quirk of his sensuous lips is cocky and in
he’s trying to hide behind those steely grey eyes––a slight hint of
vulnerability which captures her intrigue.
hides a myriad of lies capable of affecting her career and relationships with
loved ones. Only she can’t help herself. Testing Keenan’s defenses is an
addiction she can’t deny.
comes with a price. The cost? Her broken heart.
from Inarticulate (a standalone contemporary romance) when the two protagonists
toward the front door. Movement nudged her periphery and she slowed, taking in
the sight of a man standing in the shadows at the far end of the porch. His hip
was cocked against the bannister, his eyes hooded.
faint hum in her mind. She wasn’t sure what intrigued her. It could be his
narrowed stare, the way he didn’t greet her with warmth or kindness. Only
sterile appraisal. Or maybe it was the package his arrogance came in—the tense
expression, stubbled jaw, and lush lips pressed in a tight line.
heavenly aroma of her aunt’s cooking drifting in the air. Would’ve liked to…but
that was a load of bull.
She gave him a friendly finger wave as Dominic came up behind her.
I’ll introduce you later.”
inquisitive, his harsh and fierce, as her cousin dragged her inside, the door
slamming shut behind them. “Who was—”
old apron tied around her waist. “It’s so good to see you.”
blonde hair now gray and thinning. But the beautiful blue eyes were still the
same—loving and gentle.
hall from different doorways and fell into a comforting embrace. “Thank you for
the dinner invitation.”
with affection and compliments, while Dominic remained on her left, muttering
snide comments that threatened to make her laugh.
and left Savannah to take a breath. There had to be twenty people crammed into
the small house. All of them smiling and friendly, unlike the man outside who
still lingered in her thoughts.
She followed him to the back of the house, into the laundry, and toward a
fridge stocked full of beer, wine, and pre-mixed drinks.
doubt comatosingly sweet. “Thanks.”
concern. “Can you survive for a few minutes without me?”
He chuckled and walked from the room, leaving her alone with the hovering
threat of chatter from the other end of the house.
Alcohol would help, but for now, she needed cool fresh air…and maybe another
glimpse at the menacing eyes of the man she’d met on the porch.
her steps to lessen the clap of her heels. She reached the front door without
notice and pulled it open, slipping into the darkness of twilight without a
he leaned over, resting his elbows on the bannister. He didn’t acknowledge her
presence. She supposed a man with arrogance ebbing off him in waves didn’t have
to. His dismissal gave her the opportunity to appreciate his ass stretched in
well-worn jeans and the perfection of how his black jacket rested at his hips
to give her an unhindered view.
continued staring straight ahead as he lifted the beer bottle to his lips and
took a long pull.
not, otherwise Dominic’s inbred tendencies were rubbing off on her.
because it only made her itch to push his blatant need for solitude, to poke at
him with questions until he acknowledged her with the respect she deserved. The
respect any human deserved.
with each inhalation. He was a taunt to all her senses…well, except her ears
because the pretentious ass wouldn’t say a word.
his eyes now, the steely silver, almost blue, that made her shiver with their
ferocity. He was tall, too. At least an inch above her even with her heels.
her hands busy. She could see two outcomes eventuating. Either he would smile,
knocking her off her feet with the brilliance of his appeal. Or he was going to
pull a gun from the inside of his jacket and blow her brains out.
her hand, slowly tilting it to her mouth. She took a sip, licked the alcohol
from her lips in a deliberately seductive provocation, then lowered the bottle
across, and yet she still couldn’t ditch the intrigue and walk away. Without a
word, he had her tied around his little finger, begging for attention.
humiliating this one-sided conversation was becoming. “They’re snug.”
Ass-hole! He was gorgeous, the faintest hint of humor turning his dangerous
eyes playful. She lifted the bottle to her mouth again, this time ignoring any
pretense of seduction as she gulped at the liquid.
skeptically. “What’s going on?”
in-depth conversation with this lovely gentleman.”
Dominic frowned, his brows pulling deeper with every passing second.
There was gushing amounts of sarcasm in her tone. “First we conversed about our
drinking habits, then fashion. I was about to bring up the topic of politics
and world peace when you rudely interrupted.”
lips. He wasn’t the only one capable of being a jerk.