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Midnight Hearts [MultiFormat]
eBook by Celia Ashley
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eBook Category: Erotica/Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description: Perry Madison loved her beautiful ancestral, fieldstone home and hired handsome Ethan Taylor to refurbish it. But as soon as she settled in, a mysterious, sensual stranger called to her from the mists. No sooner had Ethan decided to help the enigmatic beauty, than he found himself possessed by a powerful, malevolent energy that threatened both their lives. As a dangerous lust engulfed them, drew them wildly together in unquenched desire, neither could be sure of their own feelings. Was this madness-or an angry, undead presence trying to relive the passions of the past..." Rating: Contains mild violence, language, and sexual content.
eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, Published: 2005
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2005
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [1.2 MB], eReader (PDB) [245 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [238 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [210 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [188 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [249 KB], hiebook (KML) [558 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [269 KB], iSilo (PDB) [195 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [244 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [274 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [306 KB]
Words: 73993
Reading time: 211-295 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1-58608-594-8
 
Prologue
Moving toward the fall of water, he stood facing the creek he could not see outside. It was from that direction that she would come to him, wading through water more than waist deep, her hair long and wet and unbound, clinging to her shoulders, her back, the curve of her breasts. Closing his eyes he took a step closer to the falls. Often she left her garments in the woods, safely hidden, so that her clothing would remain dry and questions would be averted. He liked best when she veered from that course of good sense and came to him in her shift with its multitude of tiny buttons, the fabric soaked and diaphanous, guarding from his gaze just barely the places of her body he had explored in intimate detail. One by one, fingers stumbling with cold and lust, he would unfasten those buttons, exposing the flesh he adored, feel her tremble in anticipation, hear the quickening of her breath, the tiny sounds low in her throat...
Summoning the return of courage that failed him in these moments, he pushed his way through the tumbling, gilded water onto the ledge beyond. The moon rode high in the sky, round and white, limning the landscape before him with the gentle strokes of spread bristles on stained canvas. He tipped his head on his neck, closing his eyes again. He called her name, sending the pair of syllables out into the woods, into the night, into the days, the months, the years that had lapsed between.
And when he opened his eyes, she was there.
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