His Word...Discovery ~ Book One in the Trusted Saga ~ (excerpt)

Title : His Word...Discovery

Book One in the Trusted Saga

Release Date : Available now (link under "Books" section)

EXCERPT ...

Samantha

We had to push, and barge our way through once we were inside. The beat of the music thumped hard against my ribs, while the strobe lighting overhead played havoc with my eyes, and made it look like we were all walking in slow motion.

It was literally shoulder-to-shoulder, and it was a very slow process weaving, and pushing our way through. We all had to fend off the odd stray hand brave enough to take advantage of such close proximity, whether purposefully, or accidentally. Eventually, we came across a clearing big enough for all of us to stand in our one group.

“Okay, first one’s on me! Who wants what?”

Phoebe always bought the first round. It happened so often, it had become somewhat of a tradition.

As she looked around the circle, we each nodded.

“I’ll help you, Phoebs,” I offered.

“Thanks, Sammi.”

Following her back through the dense crowd again, we eventually reached the bar area.

Waiting for our order to be taken, we had the opportunity to survey the club.

Well---Phoebe surveyed, while I just passed the time. I wasn’t on the lookout to score a partner, unlike the rest of our unruly group.

I noticed a small commotion over on the other side of the club. What’s all the excitement? Almost immediately, I found my gaze being magnetically drawn to the God-like, dark-haired creature descending some sort of steps.

I didn’t even notice there were steps.

Glancing up, I saw what appeared to be a large round mirrored room, seemingly suspended in mid-air. I didn’t notice it when we came in, but then the strobe lighting had taken my focus off everything except where I was placing my next step.

The dark-haired man was dressed in an expensive, tailored black suit. Feeling safe on the opposite side of the room, I took some time to appreciate his muscular frame, inch-by-inch, while I leant my elbow back on the top of the bar.

That was really not something I did often, given my resolution regarding sensually hot guys. It’s definitely tailored, no off-the-rack suit would fit that well, or look that fucking good! At a guess I’d say he was at least six-foot-three, maybe even taller.

His black, slightly wavy hair was long enough to curl seductively over the collar of his suit jacket. In this light it was hard to determine, but it appeared he had a naturally olive complexion.

Maybe he’s one of those new-age executive types who have a permanent booking at the tanning salon in an exclusive gym somewhere.

He had a wide back, and huge bulging shoulders. He reminded me of The Hulk, and I giggled as I expected to see the seams of his jacket coming apart when he flexed those massive shoulders. What a great physique. The entire package was extremely attractive, and definitely one to stay away from!

His suit jacket hung open, revealing a tight trim waist, and when he turned away for a moment, I saw the firm round curves of his buttocks, accentuated by the way those trousers hugged his hips.

A sudden surge of arousal, and excitement knotted between my legs, and in my stomach as I pictured my hands running over those firm curves.

Startled by my reaction, I chastised myself. Where in the fuck did that thought come from? What in the hell, Samantha! I was definitely in dangerous territory thinking those thoughts about a total stranger. Especially one who was so fucking gorgeous!

It would be Nathan all over again.

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