Micah never expected Layla to be anything more than a fellow bounty hunter, but one night of steamy sex proved him wrong, creating a mental link shared only by soul mates. Worried that he's too old for her, Micah tries to stay away, to ignore the mental link between them.
When Micah's sent on assignment to protect Prince Denyan, Layla follows, intent on seduction. The sparks fly between them, but after a passionate reunion, Micah leaves her handcuffed to the bed while he goes off to find the wayward prince.
To his shock, the prince is performing in a men's club and greets Micah telepathically--sharing the same link that Micah shares with Layla, proving that the prince is their third soul mate. But Micah soon finds that he's not the only person looking for Denyan and that saving one of his soul mates may mean losing the other.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Absolute Trust by Kaenar Langford
Suddenly the lights dimmed, the music stopped abruptly and a shiver rippled down his spine. He turned as a single spotlight began to illuminate a figure onstage. The crowd moved toward the light and Micah got to his feet and found himself standing just below the lip of the platform.
Then the spotlight flashed on full, revealing the man.
Micah felt like he'd been kicked in the stomach. He was drop-dead gorgeous, wearing a beautifully tailored Old Earth tuxedo, black boots and a crisp black bow tie. The frill of a white dress shirt peeped out above the V of the jacket. The jet-black suit had obviously been custom-made for him as he was too tall and too muscular to be able to find a suit like that in any shop.
The crowd was absolutely silent, everyone drinking in the masculine beauty of this man.
And Micah knew he'd found Prince Denyan.
"Good evening, gentlemen," the god said in a voice that made Micah think of dark rooms and hot, slick skin.
Still no sound, still that hushed expectation from the crowd.
Then the music started, a pounding rhythm to accompany those graceful hands as they began to undo the buttons on the tuxedo jacket one by one, revealing the pristine white shirt beneath. Micah couldn't tear his eyes away as the man finished undoing the buttons and pulled the sides of the jacket apart, his wide shoulders bunching beneath the material as he shrugged out of it, letting the garment drop to the floor. The men in the crowd began to howl.
The shirt was next, with its unbelievably tiny buttons. One by one they were undone until a thin sliver of the massive chest beneath was unveiled.
He turned his back on the crowd, revealing long dark hair caught back in a thick braid. Micah was afraid he was going to leave the stage, but he just stood motionless until the noise subsided. As the crowd fell silent, he reached up and, tugging the band from the bottom, unraveled the rope of hair, leaving it hanging loose down his back.
As he turned back to face the audience, a young man appeared on stage, carrying a silver pail. The prince grabbed a chair from the side of the stage, brought it to the front and turned it backward. He sat down, held onto the chair, then leaned back and closed his eyes as the young man began to pour the water down his powerful chest. The water streamed down taut flesh, slicking his shirt to that golden skin. The man gently poured some of the water through Prince Denyan's long dark hair, where it cascaded down and formed a pool on the floor behind him.
Micah had never seen anything like it. The music was relentless in its driving, throbbing beat and the waves of lust pumping through the room were like a living, breathing being. It was as if the water fanned the fire of this fierce desire, not quenched it, and Micah wanted this man with an unbelievable hunger.
The pail empty, the young man strode away, leaving the figure sitting in the chair. Slowly he rose, the shirt plastered to his body, and shook the water from his hair. Droplets went everywhere and Micah felt some land on his lips. The men in the audience began to shout and hoot. Micah licked away the drops and looked right at the stranger, meeting his eyes, and knew that this was the man in Layla's vision. This was the final link in their connection, the circle of three was complete.
Hello, Micah. You've finally arrived.