ExcerptThe hunter becomes the prey, a prisoner to his own desire . . .It was early. Faint daylight crept in through cracks in the curtains, but the room was still quite dark.Turow couldn’t move. Couldn’t manage more than a quiet moan. His body wouldn’t respond, his mind refusing to engage. A huge weight of sated bliss layered over him, making simple actions impossible. Every breath he took reminded him why.The covers tossed over his naked body held her unique smell. His tongue still tasted her. But it was what he didn’t feel that finally goaded him into awareness.Her heat didn’t rest beside him. In fact, the sheet was cold.Empty.He tried to sit up but something jerked him down. That something a metal bracelet about his wrist, shackling him to the bed frame. His hazy mind recoiled in surprise. How could she have gotten to the key where it lay a room away in the pocket of his coat?Alert and now wary, Turow let his senses sharpen before opening his eyes to a sight that scarred him, heart and soul.Sylvia stood on the other side of their shabby room, dressed in her castoff clothes, her lovely, kiss-bruised lips narrowed, her expression carefully masked. She met his gaze directly, hers betraying nothing.Because they were not alone.
Prince of Power (House of Terriot - Book 2)
Brothers too H.o.T. to Handle!