Zara Cox joins us today at That’s What I’m Talking About to share a special scene inspired by events in her newest title, Freefall. In the book, this scene was shared from the heroine’s (Keely) point-of-view. As a special treat for you all, she’s rewritten the scene from the hero’s (Mason) POV to share. I hope you enjoy!
“My room is upstairs.” There are only two ways to get to my room—the kitchen and the front entrance. Both will be filled with guests, and I can tell she doesn’t want anyone to see her like this. Like me, she doesn’t want anything to ruin Bethany and Zach’s engagement party.
“Come on, I’m staying in the pool house. You can use my bathroom,” I say.
She rolls her eyes. “Hello, I’m from Brooklyn. Only stupid-ass women in B movies accept invitations like those. So, no, thanks.”
I inhale to rid myself of the building exasperation. “If I wanted to harm you, I’d have done it on the beach, where I was less likely to be discovered.”
“Maybe you like toying with your victims first,” she challenges.
“You see yourself as a victim?” I ask, now less exasperated, and more amused.
“Only one way to find out. Try something,” she dares me.
My irritation slams back. I tug my fingers through my hair. “This is why I hate these things,” I mutter, not bothering to hide the bitterness in my voice.
“What things?” she asks, reluctantly curious.
I shake my head and walk up the steps. “I’m sure you know where the pool house is. If you’re interested in getting out of those wet clothes, feel free to come inside. If not, it’s been…interesting meeting you.” I walk away and leave her standing in the sand.
I swear I’m not going to look back. But I can’t seem to help myself.
I glance back and see her looking up at Bethany and Zach standing at the kitchen window, their eyes devouring each other, the sheer depth of their love a living thing I can almost reach out and touch. And neither Keely nor I can wreck their night with even a hint of our own personal drama.
But I’m not responsible for Keely. I have enough demons dancing in my head to deal with. I trot up the steps and head for the pool house.
A few minutes later, she knocks on my door. I throw down the wet clothes I’ve just taken off and head for the front door. When I open it, she’s about to turn away.
I step closer, despite knowing it’s probably not a good idea to be stripped down to only a pair of boxer briefs. In the brighter light, her gaze slides over me, and I see her breath quicken ever so slightly.
Her scrutiny reaches my feet, and I can tell she’s trying not to smirk at the size of them. But then her gaze travels back up and lingers at my groin. My cock twitches and I know it’s time to end the visual f*cking before one of us does something regrettable.
“If you’re looking for the bathroom, it’s this way,” I interrupts our porny thoughts, and a flush crawls up her face as she lifts her gaze from my crotch.
“I…thanks.” She avoids my stare, slides past me and enters the large living room. As with the main house, the pool house has been designed with luxurious comfort in mind. Heated floors warm my feet as I follow her through the cream and black decorated room. Expensive landscapes adorn the walls, and a couple of sculptures on pedestals complement the thick sofas and entertainment center arranged in front of a large, already lit stone fireplace.
We go past the two master bedrooms to the bathroom at the end of the hallway. I point to the bathroom, and she shuts the door in my face after another heated look at my body.
I return to my room and tug on jeans and a black T-shirt, then return to the bathroom door. I’m probably stalking her a little, but what the fuck. She intrigues me more than any woman has in a long time. Nothing will come of this because the darkness and danger that lurks within me isn’t something I want to risk contaminating her with. But just for tonight, I’m willing to play…what if.
She opens the door and my gaze locks on hers.
Awareness blazes in her eyes, right along with wariness, but her breath catches in that sexy, hungry way that slides through my every resistance.
“So…what now?” she asks, a breathless quality to her voice that I want to hear over and over.
“You come and have a drink with me. You can tell me what’s wrong with you or we discuss how quickly we dance around each other before you let me f*ck you.”
Series: The Indigo Lounge Series #5
Author: Zara Cox
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: March 31, 2015
Word Count: 80,000
Publisher: Zara Cox
Format: Digital eBook
Nineteen. The age I threw my life away.
Twenty-Five. The age I decided to try it a second time.
Twenty-Five plus one day. The age Benedict Mason Sinclair III walked into my life.
Mason Sinclair III:
She was a curse.
A sex bomb.
A perfect reminder that not having a heart was the best choice I ever made.
Zara Cox has been writing for almost twenty-five years but it wasn’t until nine years ago that she decided to share her love of writing sexy, gritty stories with anyone outside her close family (the over 18s anyway!). The Indigo Lounge Series is Zara’s next step in her erotic romance writing journey and she would love to hear your thoughts.
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