Indigo Rain
By: Taige Crenshaw
Summerhouse Publishing
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ISBN #: 978-1-936950-05-8
Series: Phoenix Intelligence Agency ~ Book One
Genre: Paranormal
Length: Novella
Format: E-Book
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Her heart raced, although it wasn’t his eyes that caught her. No, it was the look of cool calculation in his stare. Struggling to breathe, she heard someone come up behind her. With a slight turn, she saw who came toward her while still keeping an eye on him, Kalina flicked her hand, materializing her baton.
Seeing Christos’ closed face, she said coldly, “I’m not working with him.”
“Why not? I’ve never even met you.” His smooth, sweet baritone tickled her senses.
Kalina gave the man resting on the wall her whole attention. “Because you’re a fucking Firebird.”
“You’re a fucking Amazonian Warrior. I should be the one who doesn’t want to work with you.” He shrugged. “And I don’t have a problem with it.”
Kalina stiffened at the insult. Narrowing her eyes, she saw his lips quirk in response.
Tightening her grip on her baton, she thought of throwing it. Marking the place where she wanted to plant it, Kalina stilled herself, trying to calm down. The man, seeing her intent, smirked and her hand moved before her brain registered the motion. She flung the baton with all her power. The man never changed expression as his hand flashed out and caught it with apparent ease. He looked at the baton, then back at her.
“Kalina!” Christos hissed.
Refusing to look at him, she kept her gaze on the man.
“Leave us.” He ordered without looking at Christos.
With surprise, she heard Christos back out and leave without a word. She’d never known the director to defer to anyone. She stood silently as he flowed in the boneless motion only shifters possessed. He came to stand right in front of her, and Kalina refused to look away from his calm gaze.
“Do you know who I am?” His voice was almost a purr.
Kalina stiffened, saying nothing. She knew who he was, although she had gone out of her way to not get anywhere near him. The man’s hand shot out, gripping her chin before she could move.
He remained focused on her, a slight smile on his face. “Say my name, Kalina.”
Refusing, she watched as his indigo eyes lit with flames. “Ah, a stubborn one. I like stubborn women.”
Jerking away, Kalina glared at him in contempt. “No one said Ryne Garon thought with his cock.”
The man chuckled. “So, you do know my name.” He leaned into her. “I don’t think with my cock. If I did, I would have you across the table with my dick buried deep inside of you by now. So deep your nails would make me bloody. ” He shrugged his shoulders.
“Then again, I just might do that.”
Kalina stilled the shudder of lust that filled her.
I won’t let myself be taken in by him. It didn’t matter if he turns me on just by being near him.
Copyright © Taige Crenshaw, 2011.
All Rights Reserved, Summerhouse Publishing
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