| Author: | Selena Blake, Chrissie Henderson (Editor) | ISBN: | 9781301999408 |
| Publisher: | Ecila Media Corp | Publication: | April 25, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Selena Blake, Chrissie Henderson (Editor) |
| ISBN: | 9781301999408 |
| Publisher: | Ecila Media Corp |
| Publication: | April 25, 2013 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
The emotional and sinfully sweet third book in the Mystic Isle series from New York Times bestselling author, Selena Blake.
When Izzy Lukin wakes up in the arms of a sinfully handsome stranger, she’s immediately sure of two things. She wrecked a really expensive car and the man holding her is not human.
Shade has won enough card games in his life to know when to hold. The beautiful vamp hell bent on paying for the damage she caused is definitely worth holding on to.
But what will happen when she finds out they’ll be going head-to-head in the poker tournament…and he never loses?
Warning: contains an impulsive heroine, one super sexy demon who never loses, steamy bathroom sex, a glitzy casino and surprises no one saw coming
Length: 40,000 word novel
Genre: erotic paranormal romance
Series: Mystic Isle, book 3
Izzy's book
EXCERPT
“So what’s this plan you’ve come up with?”
She frowned for a split second. “Cards. I can win it.”
Of all the answers he’d considered, that was not on the list. “Cards? Like poker?”
She nodded.
“Are you any good?”
There was a long pause. She stared into his eyes, confidence coming to her like a gossamer cloak. Then she gave a single, succinct nod. “Yes.”
If that was the case, why had he never seen her before? Well, she was young. And he’d been out of the hunt for a while.
“You really think you can win two and a half million dollars at the poker tables?” Hell, he’d been a professional for ten years and the most he’d ever won in a single event was twelve. She’d have to play high.
“Two and a half —”
He watched worry, anxiety, and disbelief flash across her face. It was there in her eyes, the pinch of her brow, the microscopic movements in the muscles around her seductive mouth. But there was something else too. Regret maybe? Pain?
Then her lips flattened into a kissable line and she pulled her shoulders down and back. Her chin came up and her confidence came back.
“I have to.”
He liked her determination. She took responsibility for her situation, and had come up with this solution. Flawed as it was. He gave her a single nod to show her he understood.
“Where will you go? Monte Carlo?” And why was it on the tip of his tongue to tell her he’d be happy to take her anywhere she wanted? Why did he feel so goddamn protective where she was concerned?
Her icy-blue eyes focused on him. For a brief second, he felt cold. Then hot. She licked her lips again.
“Mystic Isle.”
Oh hell.
Fangs, Fur & Mistletoe(Book 1)
A Werewolf to Call Her Own (Book 2)
The emotional and sinfully sweet third book in the Mystic Isle series from New York Times bestselling author, Selena Blake.
When Izzy Lukin wakes up in the arms of a sinfully handsome stranger, she’s immediately sure of two things. She wrecked a really expensive car and the man holding her is not human.
Shade has won enough card games in his life to know when to hold. The beautiful vamp hell bent on paying for the damage she caused is definitely worth holding on to.
But what will happen when she finds out they’ll be going head-to-head in the poker tournament…and he never loses?
Warning: contains an impulsive heroine, one super sexy demon who never loses, steamy bathroom sex, a glitzy casino and surprises no one saw coming
Length: 40,000 word novel
Genre: erotic paranormal romance
Series: Mystic Isle, book 3
Izzy's book
EXCERPT
“So what’s this plan you’ve come up with?”
She frowned for a split second. “Cards. I can win it.”
Of all the answers he’d considered, that was not on the list. “Cards? Like poker?”
She nodded.
“Are you any good?”
There was a long pause. She stared into his eyes, confidence coming to her like a gossamer cloak. Then she gave a single, succinct nod. “Yes.”
If that was the case, why had he never seen her before? Well, she was young. And he’d been out of the hunt for a while.
“You really think you can win two and a half million dollars at the poker tables?” Hell, he’d been a professional for ten years and the most he’d ever won in a single event was twelve. She’d have to play high.
“Two and a half —”
He watched worry, anxiety, and disbelief flash across her face. It was there in her eyes, the pinch of her brow, the microscopic movements in the muscles around her seductive mouth. But there was something else too. Regret maybe? Pain?
Then her lips flattened into a kissable line and she pulled her shoulders down and back. Her chin came up and her confidence came back.
“I have to.”
He liked her determination. She took responsibility for her situation, and had come up with this solution. Flawed as it was. He gave her a single nod to show her he understood.
“Where will you go? Monte Carlo?” And why was it on the tip of his tongue to tell her he’d be happy to take her anywhere she wanted? Why did he feel so goddamn protective where she was concerned?
Her icy-blue eyes focused on him. For a brief second, he felt cold. Then hot. She licked her lips again.
“Mystic Isle.”
Oh hell.
Fangs, Fur & Mistletoe(Book 1)
A Werewolf to Call Her Own (Book 2)
