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Kudos for
If You Could
Read My Mind
4 STARS...Romantic Times
Bookclub Magazine!!!
"Labud stretches the
boundaries of the genre by adding delicious paranormal
elements to a story that's high on action and sizzling with
sensuality. This is one read you'll find hard to put down. "
~Kathe Robin
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at
The Romantic Times BookClub
Online.
Publisher:
Zebra
Published:
April 2006 |
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Excerpt from
If You Could Read My Mind
by Pam Labud
Closing his eyes, he imagined
what it would be like to hold her in his arms and feel her
delicious nearness. Her body would vibrate against his
chest—a constant, steady throb of her heart would set his
own pulse racing. If he tried, he could feel her breaths
blowing out in small puffs of air, inviting him, caressing
him. Tristan felt himself being pulled to her, a siren’s
song promising sweet intimacies he had only heard of but had
never experienced.
It was too easy to be pulled
along by her sweet presence. Unable to resist any longer, he
let his thoughts travel closer, until his mind was on the
verge of touching hers.
The idea of slipping into her
mind both intrigued and frightened him. He should have known
better. This path could only lead to his destruction. It
should have frightened him enough to make him turn away. It
would have, but another, stronger emotion took hold.
Loneliness pushed him over the edge of abandon.
Emily stirred in her sleep. She
was wrapped in a dream. Mr. Deveraux had just arrived at
their country home, bedecked in a full evening suit,
sporting a smile, and holding his arms out to her. Laughing,
she accepted his offer and the two set off toward a waiting
carriage.
"You know, although I had
doubted you at first, I never would have believed it
possible."
“What is that, my dear?” She
asked.
"That you could ever love me."
Then he kissed her.
Except, it wasn’t just a kiss.
It was a melding of two bodies, man and woman. Heat stirring
between them—warm, soft body against strong, lean muscle and
bone. A woman’s rounded curves and a man’s square, flat
planes. Flesh against flesh. Heat becoming fire. Desire
becoming an all consuming need.
His hands seared titillating
paths down her shoulders and back, his wide chest pressed
against her and his entire body throbbing with a need that
Emily neither denied nor understood. It was simply wanting.
It was him.
It was her.
It was energy of a lighting
strike and calm waters of a still pond, it was knowing that
they two were meant for each other.
For the briefest of seconds they
paused. She opened her eyes, though she needn’t have done
so. He wore an expression of wonder and lust, of admiration,
and love. A wide, slow grin grew on his face. It spoke of
secrets shared, of choices made.
He leaned forward until his
breath caressed her cheek.
“You are mine.”
“Yes.” She barely breathed.
Emily Durbin, proper, matronly,
woman that she was, abandoned it all for the touch of a man.
But not just any man, she realized.
Him.
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