Book 3 in the Montague Vampires series.
Phoebe -- ex-model, now mercenary -- stands at a crossroads. Driven from bed by feelings of loneliness and restlessness, a run in the middle of the night brings her face-to-face with a devastatingly handsome man. With the instant, sizzling chemistry between them, she decides the crossroads is a sexual one, not career-driven as she assumed.
Michael Montague felt edgy, unable to sleep. Communing with nature in the local recpark, his breath leaves his lungs as Phoebe literally runs to him. But this is more than a chance meeting. With his vampiric heat phase about to hit, Michael needs to convince the beautiful Phoebe that it's more than insatiable lust pushing them together. The need he feels for her is soul deep.
Opening himself to her fully, sharing their secrets and everything they both could be, Michael knows fate is on his side when he realizes he needs a merc just like Phoebe to lead him to Gavreel, his missing father.
But love is in the air. Michael isn't the only one stung by Cupid's arrow. Vasili, too, is about to meet his match, as the hunt continues to find Gavreel Montague.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Secret Fantasies by Elizabeth Lapthorne
As she entered the recpark, the tiny dots of light shone through the thick blanket of trees. The tiny pinpricks of light appeared almost magical to Phoebe and made her feel protected, at peace with the world and herself.
The more she ran the more she felt as if she were being guided, as if something higher than her conscious self had a gentle hand in this night's activity.
It was as she came into view of the lake that she saw him.
He stood leaning against a tree near one of the recpark lights. The first thing she noticed about him was how tall he was. His hair seemed slightly shaggy, dark brown in the inky blackness of the night and roughly cropped with shining blond highlights.
He must have heard her approach, as he turned in her direction, and she slowed, and then stopped running, gasping softly for breath.
He had the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. Having been in the modeling world for over five years, and on its edges for another twelve or so, Phoebe had seen far more than her fair share of stunning eyes and drop-dead-gorgeous men.
He was as handsome as a model, yet he didn't carry himself in that particular way--he didn't have the aura of self-knowledge and arrogance every male model she'd ever seen cloaked themselves with.
To the contrary, the beautiful man appeared as stunned as she, his eyes opened wide with surprise.
For what felt like forever, yet could hardly have been a minute or two at most, they both stood stock-still and simply looked at each other.
And then Phoebe realized this was the turn she had been waiting for. It had been over six months since her last lover, and even he had barely lasted more than a month. She'd been feeling restless, edgy. Phoebe smiled in amusement.
It wasn't her career which was on the point of turning around. It was her sexual life that was about to be revamped. It felt way too early to work out if he was "The One", but she would be an utter fool to not take note of her own sharpened instincts, and the luscious perfection of this man in front of her.
Phoebe smiled widely and ran a hand through her blonde ponytail.
"I'm Michael," the man said, placing a hand on each hip in a relaxed pose. Phoebe smiled and mimicked him. "I'm Phoebe."
"Do you think it's possible to be waiting for someone and not realize it, Phoebe?" he asked in his deep, husky voice.
She smiled; amused, entranced, and more than a little wet as her libido sped into overdrive.
"I think so," she replied lightly, not wanting him to realize just how tight and hungry her body had become. "I certainly didn't realize I was being drawn here for this. Though...now I'm here..."
The man smiled at her and stepped forward to close the distance between them. Phoebe felt not an ounce of wariness. She had learned over many, many years how to hone her instincts, how to size up and gage a man or woman on barely a flicker and a second's glance.
This was a good man. He certainly wouldn't hurt her, and she'd bet he even had a white-knight complex, since after they had introduced themselves his body had positioned itself protectively. He hadn't shifted closer, but more angled his body so if someone came from behind him he could shield her with his own large frame.
In the dim light, she could see the hefty bulge in his pants, and considering his semi-aroused state didn't need any psychic gift to comprehend his reasons for talking to her were not nefarious, but purely sexual.
Michael even had a slight hesitancy about him, as if he were afraid to scare her away. Phoebe sincerely hoped those large, warm hands could satisfy her beyond her wildest dreams.
"I agree," he said softly, reaching out a hand and waiting for her to take it, "now we are here..." he trailed off.
Phoebe took a spilt second to once more gage the entire situation. Nothing inside her led her to believe there was the slightest danger. Indeed, sexual chemistry rippled between them. After years of living on her instincts, being able to sum up a situation on a moment's notice, she certainly wasn't going to start second-guessing herself now.
She smiled widely and placed her hand in Michael's large, warm one. This man felt solid, dependable. He would no more hurt her than he would set fire to his own balls.
As they turned and he led her out of the park, she felt the electric tingle of not only a new path of life opening before her, but also a solid, unshakeable sense of rightness ease through her.