âDonât you know what you do to me?â
âWhat?â Derek whispered. âTell me.â
Alyssaâs throat was too tight to release the words.
Still staring at her intently, Derek encircled her wrist with his fingers, pressing his thumb to her pulse point. âNever mind,â he murmured. âI can feel it.â
He was right. Her heart was racing like mad. And she wanted him, no matter how wrong it was.
âIâm such a fool,â she said.
âWhy?â
âI believed everything you told me before, and here I am believing you all over again.â From the first moment Derek had caught her eye, sheâd had the feeling he could read her every thought.
âI havenât lied to you. Not this time,â he murmured, edging closer to her.
âNo lies, maybe. Just a few gaping omissions.â
âYou can believe this,â he said, slipping his arm around her waist. âNot a day has gone by in the last six months that I havenât wanted you.â
With that, he dragged her to him and kissed her.
Dear Reader,
What if you had a scorching one-week affair with a sexy, mysterious man, only to have him disappear without a trace? What if you found out every word heâd told you during that week was a lie, including his real name? What if fate brought you face-to-face with him again six months later in a luxury high-rise apartment penthouse, and he appeared to be robbing the place?
In One Night in Texas, this is the situation Alyssa Ballard finds herself in. But during the next twenty-four hours she discovers the secret behind the man she was once so infatuated with, and suddenly sheâs falling for him all over again.
I love to create stories where my characters end up together through unusual circumstances neither one of them could have anticipated. I hope you enjoy One Night in Texas, and that it holds a few surprises for you, too.
Visit my Web site at www.janesullivan.com, or write to me at [email protected]. Iâd love to hear from you!
Best wishes,
Jane Sullivan
HE SAT ALONE at the bar, a darkly handsome man surrounded by an aura of mystery that made the very air around him quiver with tension. Underdressed for the trendy Seattle hotel club, he wore a pair of jeans and a fitted black T-shirt, but after one look at those eyes, not a soul would have suggested he adhere to a dress code.
At least fifteen minutes had passed since the drink in front of him had touched his lips. He paid no attention to the lively atmosphere in the club. Ignored the bartender when he spoke to him. Barely moved a muscle.
He only had eyes for her.
Sitting at a nearby table, she felt the power of his presence like a knockout punch. No matter how many times she looked away, when she glanced back, his gaze was still fixed on her, his eyes like daggers that could rip right through the fabric of her dress and leave her completely naked.
The game continued between them for several more minutes. At his unrelenting attention, her cheeks flushed and her skin grew taut and prickly.
He wanted her. She knew it. Theyâd never exchanged a word, yet still she knew it.
Then, inexplicably, he turned away. Rising from the bar, he tossed down a bill and then headed for the door of the club.
Disappointment surged through her. She told herself it was for the best, that she had no business messing with a man who exuded danger, but the sexual tension he radiated still made fantasies spring to her mind.
But as he neared the door, he slowed down. Stopped. Turning around, he met her eyes again.
And waited.
But even as he issued the invitation, his eyes flashed a warning. He was telling her that if she gave in to temptation, she did so at her own risk.
Some unfathomable force drove her to stand. Saying nothing to her friends, she sidestepped the table and walked toward the doorway, as if an invisible thread were drawing her to him.
Even if she was having second thoughts, he didnât give her the chance to reconsider. Without a word, he took her by the hand and headed for the elevators, forcing her to keep up with his long, purposeful strides. He led her straight into an open elevator, and as the doors closed, the tension between them reached a crescendo. He backed her against the wall and kissed her, bringing those fantasies to life in ways she never could have imagined. And by the time they reached his roomâ
âHey, lady! Watch where youâre going!â
A hand clamped down on Alyssaâs arm and pulled her backward at the same time a car horn blared. She whipped around to find that the hand on her arm belonged to an older man who had just pulled her out of the path of an oncoming car.