What's on the back of the book:A water witch, Isabelle Novak has always led a chaotic, nomadic existence. But her life spins out of control when her sister - her only friend and emotional anchor - is killed by a demon. Driven by grief and a desire for revenge, she turns her back on the Coven and its sacred rede: Harm ye none . . .
When Isabelle first encounters Thomas Monahan, she's running on pure rage and sorrow, channeling her pain into power - and trying to freeze the life out of the warlock she hold responsible for her sister's death. Together she and Thomas form an uneasy alliance to hunt and destroy a demon of tremendous power. As head of the Coven, earth witch Thomas must thwart Isabelle's dark impulses, but his very presence stirs deeper desires she never knew she had . . .
A piece from the book:
He took a step toward her and her gaze rushed to meet his. She took an involuntary step backward, away from his natural intensity. Sometimes it could be overwhelming.
Thomas studied her for a moment. "What's wrong, Isabelle?"
She took a deep breath, scenting his faint cologne. Something deep within her stirred and chased away her sudden unease. Her gaze drifted down over the half-bared expanse of his chest. The sight made her brow lift speculatively.
A chuckle rumbled through him. "I guess nothing's wrong." He turned, pulled his shirt off and threw it onto the couch. Then he walked down a hallway and disappeared into one of the rooms.
She followed, noting a spacious bathroom and a guest bedroom before she reached the master suite. Thomas stood near a king-size four-poster bed. A fireplace was set into the wall directly opposite it. A bathroom door stood to her right. She walked over and took a peek. Just as she's expected, he could throw a party in his bathtub.
She walked toward him grousing, "My room isn't anything like this one."
"I live here year-round. Most of the rooms are for people who don't." He stepped toward her and lowered his voice. "I owe you a sexual favor. Take off those clothes and get on the bed."
Isabelle shivered at the command in his voice. "Aren't I the one who should be ordering you around?"
"I think you like it better when I do it."
Yep, he had her number. "What if I refuse?"
He gave her a wicked grin. "I'll remove them for you, so, please, do."
"Hmm, tempting, but I think I'd rather tease you a little."
She kicked off her shoes and unbuttoned her shirt slowly, letting him have minute peeks of her cleavage in the silky demi-bra she wore before tossing her top to the floor. Next went her skirt, which slithered to the carpet with a whisper, leaving her in just her bra. Her panties were still somewhere in Thomas's office, waiting to give the cleaning lady a bad moment. Last, she turned and took off her bra, then held it out to the side between two fingers before letting it drop to the carpet.
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