Title: Hero
Author: Leighton
Del Mia
Genre: Dark
Erotica, Standalone
Expected
Release Date: February 27, 2014
Synopsis
Calvin Parish
They call me Hero. I defend. I protect. I ask for nothing in
return, and that makes me good. Doesn’t it? That which makes me the ultimate
predator also feeds dark impulses I’ve learned to control—until I bring her too
close. For years I’ve watched her from afar, but what started out as duty has
become obsession.
Cataline Ford
I work hard. I play by the rules. I’m content. My scars are
quiet and invisible, and that keeps me hidden. Doesn’t it? One fateful walk
home, I’m taken by someone I didn’t know I should fear. Captive and afraid,
nobody will tell me why I’m confined to this hauntingly beautiful mansion. I’m
given everything; I have nothing. He takes what he needs from me, and for that
I hate him. But I might have loved him once. And just because you’re reading
this doesn’t mean I survive him.
Excerpt
Because I’m lost in my thoughts, I don’t hear Cataline enter the
room. Her tight black dress cuts across her mid-thighs, and her cleavage teases
from a plummeting neckline. She’s done her makeup for probably the second time
since arriving at the mansion. “What is this?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
“What?” Jasmine drifts under my nose as she walks away from me to her seat. “I
told you not to dress up for dinner.” “I thought you’d like it,” she says,
lowering herself gracefully into the chair. Her back is straight as a rod, and
her fingers are laced. “You don’t?” Norman decorates the table with food as I
stare Cataline down. He clears his throat. “For dinner, we have—” “Leave us.”
He pauses. Though my eyes are still fastened on Cataline, I know he’s watching
me as he bows his head. “As you wish, sir.” I stand and slowly walk the line of
the long table. My footsteps echo through the hall, appropriately menacing.
I’ve just come from a burning building but am back in my suit and tie to
maintain appearances. And my ridiculous glasses, which I remove and toss aside.
She’ll believe I’ve just returned from the office. When I’m standing over her,
she tugs up the neckline of the dress and blinks at me. I resist smirking as
she tucks hair behind her ear twice. “Well,” she says, “aren’t we going to
eat?” “I’m going to eat.” “I’m not?” “As far as I’m concerned, there’s only one
meal at this table, and it’s you.” My ears pick up her slow swallow, my eyes
the curl of her hands in her lap. “That sounds like a threat,” she says
quietly. I bend over, flatten one hand on the table and wrap the other around
the arm of her chair. “It’s not. This is a threat: if you’re not naked and
spread out on this table in two seconds, I’m going to spank you so hard, you
won’t know up from down.”
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