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I'm working on a new paranormal romantic suspense set in Las Vegas, entitled The Bone Flute. In this unedited snippet, Jozsef realizes he's screwed up any chances of getting Rain to release him from the curse laid on him by her ancestor. This is in his POV.
“Please don’t hurt me.”
The words whispered at the height of his throat were heavily laced with fear, but they’re impact impaled him stronger than any sword. Combined with the tears flooding down her cheeks, he realized he’d frightened her so badly she’d resorted to begging him for mercy. Him, a ghost, with no power in her mortal realm. Except her warmth pressed against his groin and the trembling shaking her body rattled his world.
Regret and disgust flared through him. He’d never been one to hit or harm a woman, except the one time he believed the Headman’s son, and he’d paid dearly for that stupidity. But now he threatened another woman, and another member of the Szép family.
Saints alive, would he never learn?
Unfortunately, now that he had her pressed against the cupboards, the glorious scent of her hair and the softness of her breasts created a new reaction. His body hardened between them and she gasped, freezing as if he stabbed her.
Stabbing her with that sword is a fine idea.
And how are you going to do that, jackass? You’re a ghost and she’s a flesh and blood woman of the family you wronged. You can’t even touch her.
Except he touched her now and his cock sensed her heat pressed along its hard length.
He gritted his teeth and tried to rein in both his temper and his body’s rampaging desires. He still held her wrists in his hands, but he backed his body far enough away so they no longer touched.
Her eyes stretched wide with fear and the tears coursed down her face, but she didn’t wail or sob. She held perfectly still and watched him like she would a feral animal. She’s not far wrong and it isn’t likely to convince her to lift the curse.
Sighing, he bowed his head, but he never took his eyes from her.
“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” Anger still fired his blood but he pushed it back. “It has been a long time since I’ve met a witch of your strength and to find one from your family only makes me more impatient to be rid of my curse.”
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