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Title: Swan Lake
Author: L.B. Alexander
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Swan Lake:
And then, there was quiet. Physically, I knew nothing had changed. My heart still raced. My legs still shook. My breaths were short and shallow, and my stomach continued to flip. But there was an unmistakable hush, and I couldn't tell if that exquisite solace was sourced from my body or from his. It was as if I'd spent my entire life surrounded by white noise, and I was experiencing true, absolute silence for the first time. My fearful body was not dancing to anxiety. It was dancing entirely to arousal. All April wants is a moment of quiet. But due to an ongoing struggle with mental illness, silence has become an elusive privilege she fears she'll never capture. An eating disorder has brought her burgeoning ballet career to a sudden halt, and a traumatic experience in a strict rehabilitation facility has rendered her more humble than ever. Now that she has returned to her native Southern California, April is content to conceal the dangerous half of herself she fears under a tenuous white mask of control. But the façade is disrupted when April meets William - her older, mysterious, and disgraced new employer. She finds freedom in him, for like her, he is also two-natured. There's a mask he shows the world. And a dark, true half he hides... A novel in three acts.Get Your Copy Today!
“So...how was your day, April?” William asked
quietly. He was seated to my immediate left, and I nearly shivered when I took
a good look at him. It seemed that in our twenty-four hours apart, I’d somehow
forgotten how attractive he was.
William was dressed in a loose button-down
shirt with a pair of black trousers. His hair was casually pushed away from his
face and appeared darker than usual, like ink, as if he’d just gotten out of
the shower.
I pictured William, emerging from a shower,
water rippling down his hard Olympic form like Poseidon surfacing from the
depths of the sea. Tingling microcurrents of sensation spread across the bare
skin of my arms and legs at the mental image, causing my fingers and toes to
reactively curl.
Apparently William hadn’t shaved that day
either, for the stubble on his chin and jaw was thicker than normal, making him
look ruggedly handsome.
Beastly.
The top button of the shirt was undone, and
his sleeves were rolled, exposing the impressive, frightening vascularity of
his muscular forearms, lightly sprinkled with smooth, dark hair. He wore a
thick silver watch with a black dial on his left wrist, and I felt that
familiar heat fill my lower stomach when I stared at his hands. His palms were
wide, veined, and his fingers were strong and long. I noticed that his knuckles
were bruised, and his fingertips were calloused. His hands looked as if they
could both create and destroy, cradle and abuse.
He had the hands of an artist.
I reached for my wine again and took another
sip to settle myself before answering him.
“Incredible...I’ve never had a chance to enjoy
something like that. Thank you so much, sir,” I replied, quiet enough so that
only he could hear.
He moved almost imperceptibly in my direction,
and he was closer to me than he had ever been. And for the first time, I
detected his nearness on an entirely new sensory register.
Scent.
The slow, steady heat deep in my belly grew
violently turbulent in reaction to the aphrodisiac that was William Wolfe. His
cool, clean redolence reminded me of the fragrance of the earth after a long,
cleansing rain. Petrichor. He smelled
of a crisp winter breeze, of cedar, pine, and ice. I closed my eyes for a brief
moment and inhaled slowly, negligibly, as I allowed the unique bouquet to
transport me to a quiet, safe place.
Virgin, wild woods. Rich earth.
A private forest of guardian-like trees.
A
still, peaceful lake..
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