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288 pages, Paperback
First published July 11, 2012
Dean glared at Jackson and Kurt with intense olive-green eyes. As he turned those eyes to me, that voice that was me and not me all at the same time whispered softly through my mind, safe...warm...home. The push of his power tingled along my skin and gooseflesh ran across my skin but I locked the tightening in my gut away. His power was scorching hot, burning my flesh like the sun on a hot August day, whirling around me and filling my nostrils with the heavy scent of musk and woods in the humid summertime. His power was heavy but welcoming, caressing my skin as if it had fingers and could reach out and touch me.
I stood my ground, squaring my shoulders as his power became more forceful, heavier, pressing down on my shoulders with weight and burning my skin. He'd take anything less as a sign of weakness. I couldn't have that.
I met his deep olive-green eyes for only a second and then dropped them to his chin. I wasn't exactly a direct challenge but I didn't shy away either. Patrick would be so proud.