Powerhouse attorney Liza Woodward knows a little something about losing control and it's been her life's mission never to do it again, especially when it comes to small-town lawyer Tyler Blackwell.
Ty takes one look at the woman he's always loved and knows it's way past time he seduced away the control she wears like a suit of armor. It will take a steady hand, a bit of dominance, and a little breath of magic from a Christmas Elf to win this sassy Texas woman.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Breath of Magic by Regina Carlysle
Liza's muscles tensed in anticipation and she prayed with everything in her that he couldn't know what looking at him did to her. This was a mistake on so many levels. But God! She'd never been able to resist Ty Blackwell. He was bronze and dark and so ripped with muscle, he made her mouth water. Hastily she flicked her tongue across her lower lip as she took in the mounds of his sculpted chest. It was lightly smattered with dark, crisp hair that flared across his pecs then thinned to arrow down, bisecting his torso to disappear into the waistband of worn denim. His profession hadn't softened him a bit. Lean yet muscular he was a man who looked as spectacular in jeans as he did in a suit. When he smiled, a deep and sexy dimple popped out near the corner of his scrumptious lips. He wasn't smiling now. His face was hard with passion, a tiny muscle jumped in his jaw as if he were holding himself back with every ounce of control he possessed.
Oh, she knew all about control. It was the very thing that had deserted her from the moment she looked into those drenched chocolate-colored eyes of his.
Yep. She was a goner.
Ty held her gaze as he unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. She'd almost forgotten that country lawyers tended toward the ultra casual when not in court but that suited her just fine. Lordy, he looked good in worn denim. Without moving his eyes from hers, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a condom. One side of his mouth lifted in a naughty half-smile as he tossed it casually to the desktop where it landed near her hip.
"I was ready for you, Liza Lou."
"Bet you think I'm easy."
"There's nothing easy about you, darlin'," he said as he pushed the jeans and his pristine white briefs together past his hips.
"Ah, man." Liza practically moaned the words as she got an eyeful of his cock, rising high and hard from the nest of black hair at his groin. Ty was a real-life, honest to God refresher course in male beauty. Was he bigger than she remembered? Oh yeah. Maybe he was. His erection was thick and ripe with color, distended veins coursing the length of him as if pointing straight to the heavy, broad plum-shaped head. Liza's mouth went dry as she recalled the wonderful masculine taste of him.
She wanted to reach out for it. She wanted to stroke him and take him in her mouth but he didn't give her a chance. With a low sound, Ty leaned over and took the front of her thong between his teeth and slowly, tantalizingly pulled it from her body. Finally, he took the garment in his hand and rubbed the drenched cloth against his chest.
Liza gasped. She'd never known a naughtier man.
"Don't look scandalized, Counselor," he drawled slowly. "I love the way you smell when you're hot. I want your scent all over me."
"You're bad." She whispered the words wanting to be shocked but instead her body pulsed in a wild, untamed rhythm. "I should go."
Ty shook his head. "Uh-uh. You want bad so much you can taste it and I'm gonna give it to you."