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

Carol Delmornay
Apr 13, 2020
3 min read

Title : His Word...Discovery

Book One in the Trusted Saga

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

EXCERPT ...

While I waited with Phoebe at the bar for our drinks, I felt a hand on my left hip. In my slightly preoccupied state, I wondered if it was so packed in here the person behind had no choice but to be so close, and have to touch me like that.

It took a few more seconds to comprehend that something hard was poking me in the lower back. It felt like…an erection? My eyes widened. It can’t be. Surely I’m mistaken. I have to be.

There it is again, harder this time, leaving me in no doubt that is exactly what it feels like! What in the fuck?

Without thinking, instinct took over, and I wrenched my elbow back, and connected, hard, against someone’s stomach. I heard the air escape with a grunt from behind me, but before I knew what was going on, I was forced face down, and spread-eagled across the top of the bar by two burley men on either side of me.

Each of my wrists were held down, and my shoulders were pressed against the counter top. Two very different, and very large, hands were holding me firmly in place.

My hair fell over my face, and I couldn’t see what the hell was going on, and I was hyperventilating as I was consumed with absolute panic.

“Let her up!”

The voice was strong. It was commanding, and in control. It was delivered in a tone that conveyed that the owner was not used to being disobeyed. Ever.

Even though there was an element of roughness in the tone that was used, it was the sexiest voice I’ve heard in a long while. Almost immediately, I was released. A hand gently, but firmly, gripped my elbow, and turned me around, while I tried to calm my racing heart, and rising anxiety.

“Are you hurt?”

I couldn’t think straight. The touch of his hand on my elbow sent shocks down my arm, igniting something unfamiliar deep in my belly. My heart raced even faster when I found myself staring straight up into the deep brown eyes of the gorgeous man I’d seen descending the stairs.

My breath caught in my throat, a fire burned in my core. Fuck, he’s drop-dead amazing up close.

“Are. You. Hurt?” he asked again, more slowly.

Absently rubbing my wrists, I slowly shook my head, held captive by the concerned gaze of the most gorgeous, virile man I’ve ever seen, standing so close in front of me.

He was smoldering sex-on-legs, and affecting my inner equilibrium way too much!

He started to grin, his full lips stretching slowly to reveal a row of perfect white teeth.

“Fiery little thing, aren’t you?”

His voice was like silk, caressing my ears.

“Just who in the fuck do you think you are? And who in the hell are those two goons you have with you?”

Phoebe placed herself in between us, demanding his attention, and his answers, while she stood with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently as she waited.

The crowd dispersed back a small distance to give us some space. Amused onlookers were watching the floor show.

“In all fairness, your friend here attacked me first.”

Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me! I’m copping the blame? Huh! The audacity of him irked me, and my chagrin was overwhelming. This situation was not caused by me!

“You, Sir, were the one who put a hand…,” I looked pointedly down at his crotch area, and immediately regretted being so impulsive when I saw the bulge in the front of his trousers. My breath caught slightly, and the slow creeping of heat working its way up my face as I tore my eyes away from his manhood, gave away my surprise, “…or whatever, on me first. Maybe, you should restrain them! Handcuffs might work.”