S J Wright: 3 books

Her hair smelled like ripe oranges. It teased and beckoned me forward. I came to stand beside her and took one of the gently waving amber locks into my fist. Her head turned towards me, but she closed her brilliant eyes and let her lashes sweep over whatever emotion that might have been blooming inside...

The tingling, mesmerizing heat blazed even hotter in my veins as I watched him stroll towards me. There was a blatant elegance in the careless way he moved, from the slight swing of his arms to the fluid action in his long legs. He leaned over me, his eyes cold and calculating, his cool breath swirled...

A rampage of whirling anticipation surged through me. I couldn’t focus on anything but him, the heat in his amazing eyes and the smooth surface of his lips. I should have been moving away. I should have been thinking about something else and reminding myself that this man before me was a stranger....