Abbey has a secret.
Not only is she the mysterious Lady Phoenix, sensual storyteller, but she's in lust with her co-worker and friend Michael. The night he shows up unexpectedly at one of her performances, she decides to take advantage of his blindfolded state and have a little fun. Her heated words turn into an erotic display that leaves him panting and her desperate for more. Michael continues the chase, determined to unmask the identity of the woman who has aroused his imagination.
When Michael uncovers the truth about Phoenix, will they cast their friendship aside for a chance at something more?
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1 . Should have been longer
Posted May 12, 2010 by Jasmine , BronxBought this book and was VERY disappointed that it wasnt a longer book.
I should have checked the amount of pages the book has. Then again it isnt provided.
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Chasing Phoenix by Christine d'Abo
"Remember, move arms, I break them." The bouncer's thick accent rang in Michael's ear.
Michael's heart began to race as the bouncer pulled the blindfold tight, preventing him from seeing any light. It didn't help that the monstrosity of a man who'd secured it just finished threatening him within an inch of his life. Michael was going to kill Andrew for this.
"I'm only here for the show. Don't worry." Though what kind of show he was in for was a complete mystery. God, he was the only audience member and literally in the dark.
Reaffirming what he'd said, Michael squeezed the armrests tight and hoped the smile he painted on his face looked believable. The bouncer grunted in his ear and the stale smell of cigarettes assaulted his nose. The man tapped the top of Michael's head lightly.
Heavy shuffling footsteps moved away from Michael and the air became lighter without the other man's large bulk so close. How he'd let Andrew talk him into this he wasn't sure. No, he was sure. It had to do with the incessant pestering his best friend knew he couldn't stand. The chance that Lady Phoenix was someone they worked with was practically nil. He didn't think any of the accountants in their office fit the bill of a performance artist who told dirty stories to her patrons while they were blindfolded in a warehouse. He should have at least gone home and changed. Especially since he had spilled coffee on his shirt as he was going out the door. Andrew and Abbey had a good laugh at that one.
What's the hold up?
He shifted in the hard, wooden seat and was thankful the "show" only lasted ten minutes. Whoever this woman was, she was an entrepreneurial queen. Fifty dollars for ten minutes of work. Brilliant. And from the size of the customers lining up outside, there were tons of men and women willing to pay the price.
The silence of the room crept across his skin like ants, and he had to fight against the urge to fidget. A bead of sweat rolled down his chest under his dress shirt. It tickled as it slid and Michael had to fight against the impulse to reach up and scratch it. Of course he'd get talked into coming to this show tonight in the middle of a heat wave. Who ever this woman is, she'd better hurry the hell up and get out here.
As if on cue, a loud, rusty creak of a door opened focusing his attention straight ahead. The clicking of her high heels echoed in the open space. Somehow, despite the oddness of his situation, Michael's cock began to stir to life. He shifted again and hoped the growing bulge of his crotch wasn't too obvious.
Her footsteps halted a few feet away and he could have sworn he heard her gasp. Without leaning forward, his ears were straining to pick up a sound, any hint that he knew the true identity of Lady Phoenix.
"Hello?" his voice sounded ten times louder than normal in the sparsely furnished warehouse loading bay.
From behind him the bouncer coughed loudly. Right, one of the damned rules. No talking.
Whatever hesitation she had, she'd gotten over it. She began to move again. He felt her body heat even in the sweltering night air as she approached him and walked a lazy circle around where he sat. Was she hot or an ugly duckling? He figured the latter if she didn't want people to see her.
She stopped directly behind him and leaned forward. Her cinnamon-tinted breath tickled his ear and neck, sending a shiver across his body. Here we go, big Mike. He squeezed the armrests even tighter than before and held on for the ride.
"I love to swim naked in the moonlight."