Burn
by Suzanne Wright
Dark
in You book 1
This book is the story
of Knox Thorne, who featured briefly in 'Consumed' - the fifth in my
Deep in Your Veins Series.
BLURB:
Part of a small demon lair
in North Las Vegas, tattooist Harper Wallis lives a pretty simple
life. That changes overnight when she discovers that her psychic
mate, or ‘anchor’, is a guy who’s rumored to be the most
powerful demon in existence. Compelling, full of secrets and armed
with raw sexuality, Knox Thorne is determined to claim her as his
anchor, creating a psychic bond that will prevent their inner demons
from ever turning rogue. The billionaire also wants Harper in his
bed. She’s not so sure she wants either of those things. No one
seems to know what breed of demon Knox is, only that he’s more
dangerous than anything she’s ever before encountered. But he
refuses to walk away. And when an unknown danger starts closing in on
Harper, it seems that Knox is the only one who can keep her safe.
As Prime of his Las Vegas
lair and a successful businessman, Knox Thorne is used to being in
control. He’s also used to people fearing and obeying him. Harper
does neither, which unexpectedly amuses him. Unpredictable, elusive,
and complex, she draws Knox and his inner demon like nothing ever
has. Knox is used to getting what he wants, and he wants Harper.
He’ll have her, and he’ll keep her safe from the threat that
looms over her. Because Knox protects what’s his. He won’t allow
anyone to take her from him. Even if it will mean letting the demon
inside him rise and wreak the havoc it was created to make.
© Suzanne Wright
Excerpt
from Chapter One of ‘Burn (The Dark in You Series)’ by Suzanne
Wright.
Inhaling deeply,
Harper slipped inside…and found herself fighting the urge to stare
in awe at the tall, imposing figure standing behind a glass desk.
Deep-set dark eyes that matched the color of his hair locked on
Harper, and the intensity there rocked her. Her body instantly
responded. Molten lust licked at her, making her breasts ache, her
nipples harden, and every inch of her skin suddenly feel
hypersensitive. Well, shit.
All demons had
natural sex appeal, and she’d heard that Knox’s effect was more
potent than most, but Harper still hadn’t been prepared for the
sheer impact of him. He radiated alpha energy, projected a raw sexual
magnetism that would make any girl sensually starving. As she took in
his bold stare, powerful stance, and air of self-possession, lots of
words came to mind: Powerful. Forceful. Confident. Controlled.
Dauntless. Determined.
Damn if it didn’t
make him intimidating.
Refusing to buckle
under the force of it all, Harper shut the door and waited. He said
nothing. Didn’t greet her. Didn’t invite her to sit. Just stared
at her with that dark, penetrating gaze that was sizing her up, and
the atmosphere seemed to thicken with tension. But there was no
chance that she would avert her eyes. This was a test of her
strength, and she wasn’t prepared to fail it.
Finally, looking
like he’d just stepped out of a GQ magazine, Knox slowly rounded
the desk and walked towards her. No, walked wasn’t the right word.
He breezed, glided – moved with an animal grace that demanded
attention and could easily keep it.
Her inner demon
froze, feeling threatened by this male that exuded danger. And he was
dangerous – it was apparent in the way he moved, in his
posture, in the tension coiled in his muscles that rippled beneath
his black suit. She would bet that suit cost more than her entire
wardrobe.
“I’m Knox
Thorne.” He tilted his head, those dark eyes still locked on her.
He was even more imposing up close. “And you are…?”
“Harper Wallis.”
It worried her that he unnerved her demon, who was rarely rattled by
anything. To Harper’s utter frustration, she couldn’t get a read
on him, couldn’t identify what breed of demon he was. But every
instinct she had told her to tread carefully; that she was in the
presence of a very powerful predator.
“Harper Wallis.”
He didn’t say her name, he tasted it. Tasted it with a voice that
was like smoke, whiskey, and velvet. And Harper knew she’d be
entertaining some seriously dirty fantasies about him later. She sure
hoped he couldn’t read her thoughts – now, that would be
embarrassing.
She wasn’t
offended when he didn’t hold out his hand to shake hers. Demons
were tactile, psychic, sexual creatures, but they were also very
selective in who they gave permission to touch them. “Nice to meet
you, I guess.” She didn’t sound at all genuine. And for some odd
reason, that made his mouth curve into a crooked smile which caused
her libido to do the fandango. Great.
©
Suzanne Wright
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