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into the club, and slipped his hand under her skirt.
    One kiss on the lips turned into another and another.
    “Why …” he whispered, as his mouth trailed down her body, “all the better to eat you with.”

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    Some love stories you never forget.
    Some books will change your world.
    Be prepared … this is one of them.
    She tore herself from the man she adored, who transformed her, who possessed her … who would have destroyed her .
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    Numbing.
    As an editor Zach often forced his writers to dig deep, cast aside the obvious and find the perfect word for every sentence. And the perfect word to describe this book release party he’d been forced to attend? Numbing . Zach stalked through the party saying little more than the occasional hello to various colleagues. He’d only come because once again J.P. had twisted his arm, and Rose Evely—the guest of honor—had been a Royal House writer for thirty years now. What a ludicrous party anyway—someone dimmed the lights to create a nightclub sort of atmosphere but no amount of ambience could turn the banal hotel banquet hall into anything other than a beige box. He wandered toward a spiral staircase in the corner of the room to surreptitiously check his watch. If he could survive two hours at this party, maybe it would be long enough to placate his social butterfly of a boss.
    Scanning the crowd, he saw his twenty-eight-year-old assistant, Mary, trying to talk her new husbandinto dancing with her. J.P. stood with Rose Evely. Both J.P. and Evely had been happily married to their respective spouses for decades but nothing stopped J.P. from chivalrously flirting with any woman who had the patience to listen to his literary rambles. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves at this miserable party. Why wasn’t he?
    Once more he glanced down at his watch.
    “I can save you, if you want,” came a voice from above him. Zach spun around and looked up. Smiling down at him from over the top of the staircase was Nora Sutherlin.
    “Save me?” He narrowed his eyes at her.
    “From this party.” She crooked her index finger at him. Zach’s better judgment warned him that climbing that staircase could be a very bad idea indeed. Yet his feet overruled his reason, and he mounted the steps and joined her on the platform at the top. He raised his eyebrow as he cast a disapproving gaze over her clothes. That morning at her house, she’d worn shapeless pajamas that concealed every part of her but her abundant personality. Now he saw on full display what his mind had before only imagined.
    She wore red, of course. Scarlet red and not much of it. The dress stopped at the top of her thighs and started at the edge of her breasts. She had miraculous curves that the dramatic floor-length red jacket she wore over her dress did nothing to hide. Even worse, she woreblack leather boots that laced all the way above her knees. Pirate boots and a roguish grin on a beautiful black-haired woman … for the first time in a long time Zach felt something other than numb.
    “How do you know I want to be saved from this party, Miss Sutherlin?” Zach leaned back against the railing and crossed his arms.
    “I’ve been watching you from my little crow’s nest here since the second you walked in. You’ve said maybe five words to four people, you’ve checked your watch three times in as many minutes, and you whispered something to J.P., which, guessing from the look on his face, was a death threat. You’re here against your will. I can get you out.”
    Zach cocked a self-deprecating smile at her. “Unfortunately, you’re right. I