"4 Stars, Sizzling!...I truly enjoyed this novel...a mix of mystery and paranormal...a delicious escape from the ordinary."—Francesca Hayne, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"4 Hearts!...Very Sensual...I couldn't put it down...Carolina Valdez has
done an awesome job..."—Angel Brewer, The Romance Studio
“Carolina Valdez creates a riveting love triangle in which nothing is as it seems.”—Trista Bane, Joyfully Reviewed
…She rose and looked out the window. He was leaning against the huge oak tree near the garage, arms crossed, his white shirt open at the throat, his dark trousers snug over strong thighs and the thick bulge of his sex. Little tremors of desire surged through her.
His long, black hair, hair the color of hers, gleamed in the moonlight. Shadows accentuated the perfect planes of his face and changed his eyes into pools of darkness, but she knew his eyes were the rich blue of sapphires. Almost cobalt. Like her eyes.
Primordial joy soared within her as she recognized him. She hugged herself, her body aching from his absence. She had waited a very long time, and he was such a beautiful being standing there in the moonlight, calling to her. She longed to be near him, to be absorbed by him, overwhelmed by him.
Pushing away from the tree, he stood with his hands at his sides and turned his palms toward her. “Come to me,” he said, his voice quiet in the still air.
Rising on pointe, she pirouetted to meet him, her white gown drifting gossamer through the silver night. When she reached him, he seemed to encircle her with the moist coolness she’d craved all through the hot, difficult day. Out here, the fragrance of night blooming jasmine had faded to a faint delicious scent. Crickets chirped softly all around them. They were enclosed in their own special world…