“No! You tell me who you are and what the hell is going on here!”
The play of emotions on her face changed from fearful to demanding with a spark of fire. Good. Angry from this woman he could handle, but her fear would be his undoing. Her eyebrows came together in the most adorable scowl. Before he could think better of it, he gave her a brief nod ─ a gentleman’s acceptance of the gloves off fight she looked ready to engage in.
This set her off again for some reason and she stamped her foot.
“Look,” she yelled, “I’m really not used to being hunted down by strange men, and just because you’ve been decent company for the day doesn’t mean I can ignore the overall weirdness of this whole situation. If you’re some crazy escaped from the loony bin or psycho killer or…or alien body snatcher looking for a host…”
She kept speaking, teetering at the edge of hysterics and she couldn’t be hysterical for what he had to say. He had to do something quick, before her bellowing drew a crowd, but what? He tried to think. What did the men of this time do when a woman went apoplectic? Did women still faint anymore? Dear gods!
He’d lost her words but was conscious of her cadence picking up speed.
“… are you even listening to me?”
He focused back on her and her wild blonde curls and frantic blue eyes decided the matter. He stepped into her with determination even as she started off at a rattle again.
“Something happened back there in that lighthouse and I want an explana…”
He pulled her to him and brought his mouth down on hers, silencing her. She yelped against his lips but he swallowed the sound and took full advantage, plunging into her mouth with his tongue. Her body tightened, at first, but then she started to yield and he gentled his hold on her shoulders, pulling her into him and holding her as she softened.
About the Author
Amanda V Shane is an author of paranormal and fantasy romance and is currently working on her Tides of Atlantis series about the super hot lost kings of Atlantis as well as her Enchanted Lands Romances.