In honor of this paranormal themed hop, I decided to write a scene for my readers who have been longing for a little more of the romantic side of things. This scene happens in between book #1 and #2.
Cormac Alternate P.O.V.
"Cormac!" Jo yelled from the other room. I placed the sheet of paper I'd been looking at back on my desk, waiting for her to enter. I could tell from her tone, she was coming ready to fight. I had to keep the smile from my face. She'd find it condescending if I was smirking while she was in a rage. Her blond hair whipped about her as she stormed into my office. I inwardly groaned when I saw the outfit she wore, too short of a skirt complimented by a too tight shirt. "Yes?" I asked, trying to remain neutral. I'd never had to fight so hard to keep my composure. She tested my control like no one I'd ever known. "Your schedule is killing me." She stopped in front of my desk with one leg jutting out in the opposite direction and toe tapping impatiently. She was the most glorious woman I'd ever met and it had nothing to do with what she looked like. It was the life bursting from her. She was a survivor. No matter what came at her, she'd make it. She tried to hide who she was behind a jaded facade. A tough girl who cared for no one but it was all for show. "Are you listening to me?" she asked impatiently. She leaned forward and rested her hands on my desk. "You are ruining my life. There was a big poker game tonight that I'm going to miss." A poker game where she would flirt and bat her eyes, employing every wile she possessed to manipulate the men at the table to her advantage. "Couldn't be helped." I shrugged and leaned back in my chair. I imagined how she might react if I pulled her over the desk and into my lap. I saw her chest rise and fall as if she knew where my thoughts had wandered and she found them equally exciting. Flushed, she stood up straight and left, presumably to go tell her little poker boys she wasn't going to make it. But it was okay. She didn't fight with them. She saved that for me and I knew why. And when she eventually figured it out, I'd be waiting.