Welcome to Betrayal, book #1 of the Infidelity series...
Exclusive excerpt... unedited and copyrighted by Aleatha Romig and Romig Works, LLC...
Meet Nox...
I'd tried to recall
exactly what he'd looked and sounded like earlier that day. But with each
passing hour the recollections had become embellished in my mind. I recalled
the sun behind his head now as a radiating glow. His voice, deep and stirring,
in my memory rolled like thunder, fluttering my tummy while melting my insides.
His chest wasn't just muscular, it was sculpted, and I no longer just
remembered the sight of his dark hair and slight facial stubble. Now, my skin
tingled at the thought of its touch—so real, as if I'd felt it against the most
sensitive of my parts.
When I stepped past the
woman and exited the glass doors, my breathing hitched.
I hadn't embellished,
not really. With the orange glow of the setting sun sending prisms dancing off
the waves below, the man casually leaning against the rail was everything I'd
imagined and more. Despite the ocean breeze, his casual stance, the way one
hand lingered in the pocket of his pants while the other held tightly to a tall
fluted glass of light colored liquid, filled me with warmth.
I was glad that Chelsea
had talked me into wearing a dress and
that I'd insisted on wearing panties. As he stood to walk toward me, the light
gray suit coat he wore moved effortlessly accentuating his shoulders and forming
a V to his trim waist. If I'd thought he was handsome in his swim trunks, he
was even better in a silk suit. The white shirt he wore was unbuttoned at the
neck and his strong jaw was covered with just a hint of stubble. Whoever this
man was, he wore the combination of casual and class with ease.
I remained still as his
grin grew and he scanned me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
Just like earlier at the pool, the gaze of his light blue eyes burned my skin,
sending a rush of heat and leaving goose bumps in its wake. I found myself lost
in the paleness of his eyes, like pools of liquid, I imagined drowning in their
depths, and then, they settled on mine.
"Welcome, Charli,
with an I. I'm very glad you accepted
my invitation." Flutters like butterfly wings filled my tummy as I
searched the horizon for clouds of an impending storm. There were none. It was
him. His voice did roll like the low
rumble of thunder.
