Welcome to the last week of Six Sentence Sunday. I’m sad to see it go, but happy to be a part of it. I’m Lisa Carlisle and I’m sharing six sentences from my latest paranormal erotic romance with Ellora’s Cave, part of a series called Underground Encounters.
Something about that gaze arrested me and I stopped dancing. Dark eyes, almost black, on a face that looked as angelic as a young Jim Morrison.
His eyes defied the angelic appearance—dark, penetrating eyes. The eyes of someone who was troubled—maybe haunted.
Why was he staring at me like that? Didn’t he know my weakness was a dark, brooding bad boy?
He may own a Goth nightclub, but Tristan Stone avoids people—the darkness that surrounds them drains him. When he sees Maya for the first time, alone on the dance floor, a light surrounds her. He must discover who she is and what gives her power. He wants her, must have her.
Maya sees a man with haunting eyes watching her from the back of the club. She feels their connection, but thinks it’s merely physical attraction. Their passion ignites, overpowering them, and they must work together to understand their connection. The heat of their passion could send their world up in flames.
A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave
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“I’m Nike,” I answered, shaking his hand.
The touch of his skin arrested me and I hoped he didn’t catch my quick intake of breath.
“Like the goddess of victory,” he said. “Fitting.”
I tried not to let his remark go to my head and set my fantasies in motion again, although I knew that slight caress made it inevitable.
“Thanks. Most people say, ‘like the sneaker.”
Smoldering Nights coming 8/8 at Ellora’s Cave!
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This Sunday, July 29, I’m participating in Six Sentence Sunday.
Stay tuned for six sentences from Smoldering Nights!