Darryn Cavallo is a seasoned photographer and quite used to being surrounded by gorgeous, half-naked women without breaking a sweat but he isn't ready for the powerful feelings fashion model Hannah Sutherland elicits the minute he sets eyes on her. He’d once made the rookie mistake of falling for a model and it had ended badly, so when another photographer implies he's also been with Hannah, Darryn uses it as the perfect excuse to walk away.
But when they meet again, Darryn can't ignore his instincts—Hannah is in danger. Lies and threats make targets of them both, and faced with a situation of pure terror, Darryn is forced to realize he'll do anything to protect her. And to keep her with him, always…
She couldn't help it. She had to do it. The photographer was late, she had her makeup on, her hair was ready, so she could indulge before she had to work.
Lifting her face up to the sun, drinking in the fragrance that was the Seychelles, Hannah lifted the layers of pink tulle of the skirt she was wearing and twirled. Sandy, the makeup artist and stylist laughed.
"I was wondering when you'd do that," Sandy said. Looking over her shoulder, Sandy grinned. "Looks like our photographer caught you in the act."
Hannah looked up into a pair of dark brown eyes that were watching her over the lens of a camera. This had to be Darren Cavallo. The rumors were true--he was drop-dead gorgeous. Tall, muscled, with tousled, ink-black hair. Wow.
She didn't wait to be introduced to him, didn't wait to listen to his instructions. With her eyes locked on him, she slid into a pose. He stared at her for another minute before he lifted the camera.
And then her body started moving to a beat only audible to her and the photographer. Without any conscious thought, she posed and turned, instinctively knowing exactly what he wanted her to do.
The air around her stopped moving, breathing became difficult, any minute now she was going to go up in flames. Every cell in her body was reacting to him. As a model she was used to being looked at through a camera lens, used to the bold stares of photographers wanting to capture the perfect moment, but never before had anyone's stare lit a fire inside of her.
There was something in his stare that melted her bones, put her heartbeat into overdrive, and boiled her blood. In about ten seconds flat, she had tumbled into love, lust, or something. For the first time in her life she understood what her romance-writing mother referred to in her many stories.
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About the Author
I married my college boyfriend and soul mate and after 44 years, 3 interesting and wonderful children and 3 beautiful grandchildren, he still makes me weak in the knees. We are fortunate to live in the picturesque little seaside village of Betty's Bay.
I like the heroines in my stories to be beautiful, feisty, independent and headstrong. And the heroes must be strong but possess a generous amount of sensitivity. They are of course, also gorgeous! My stories typically incorporate the family background of the characters to better understand where they come from and who they are when we meet them in the story.
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