Andrew Taylor has it
all. A flourishing acting career, a stunner
of a model as a girlfriend, and a
countenance that swoons women right into his
arms.
Except, this is not the only life he’s
living. He is also a Spirit Hunter tormented
by the murder of his wife and daughter and
destined to hunt rogue spirits, seeking the
one who destroyed his family. Even if that
means repressing his needs.
Adoria Hall’s life is turned upside down
after an unfair layoff from her job.
Financial pressures force her to accept
babysitting a spoiled actor like Andrew. Or
so she thinks, until she discovers a lonely
heart beating beneath his glamorous façade.
Protecting Andrew’s life from harm is her
duty, safeguarding her heart is her
compulsion.
When the spirits drive the war to Andrew’s
turf, he must confront his key enemy to
settle the score. Yet, if forced to pick,
will Andrew choose to exorcise the one he
seeks or will he opt to protect the one he
adores?
Excerpt
With the intention of ignoring Helen, Andrew
continued toward the door, but he was
wrenched backwards. Looking over his
shoulder, he saw that Helen had grabbed
Adoria‘s upper arm and turned her around,
pulling him backwards as well in the
process. Adoria snapped something at her,
and Helen raised her hand as if to slap her.
With one hand, Adoria seized Helen‘s elbow
and pushed the producer to carry on with the
momentum of her body, except, Adoria pulled
backward and continued steering Helen‘s arm
until her hand connected with her own face
in a loud slap.
The sound echoed in the hushed dining room,
everyone stared at the two women, Adoria
glaring at Helen, and the other woman
holding her cheek, eyes brimming with tears
of humiliation and anger.
"Now, this gives a
new meaning to bitch slapping,"
Andrew mumbled and snickered. He hadn‘t
meant to say it aloud, he could still think
clearly, he believed, but his actions went
haywire. A few giggles sounded around them,
as he, Adoria, and Steve walked away from a
raging executive producer.
They stepped out into the night, the smog,
for the first time, invigorated him,
reducing his sickness and confusion. The
downside to this change was that his senses
were centered in his lower region. Adoria‘s
hips nudging his as they walked didn‘t help
matters any.
They reached the SUV, and Steve left his
side to unlock the door, Andrew thought. He
couldn‘t take his closeness to Adoria
anymore. He intended to move away from her,
but instead he pushed her against the car,
placed both hands on her waist and leaned
into her, grinding that ache against her
warm body.
"Andre—"
Desire, so long forgotten, hummed through
him. Her breathing caught when he delicately
touched her cheekbones and lips with his
hand, his lips trailing his fingers‘ path.
They tasted her, teased her. He was driving
himself insane, just as he did to her, for
her body reacted to his touch, her breasts
pushed against his chest in an inviting
challenge.
Andrew, stop! You will ruin everything,
Gruesome shouted in his head, but he
ignored his Guide.
