STOLEN KISS Excerpt:
The siren call of nature flit delightfully through the crisp breeze and reminded Bret Silva why he loved this time of year. The warm days teased of an early spring, but he knew that winter could return with a vengeance at any time. But for now, he’d enjoy the fluttering of the birds as they danced from tree to tree with delight. The bright males puffed out their chests and sang their arias to pique a lover’s attention. The squirrels and chipmunks skittered through the park, chasing each other in a timeless dance through the ground cover until the females succumbed to the males’ charms.
Strength contrasted with weakness. Dominance blended with submission. The time-honored ritual that ensured the survival of life played out before him.
Bret had mastered his own ritual. The hunt.
Life had somehow transformed him into a predator. He wasn’t a pervert, but he did need to quell the nightmares that haunted him. Some nights he’d wake in a cold sweat, his heart pounding and horrible memories burning his eyes. It was those nights that propelled him into action. And so far, the only way he’d been able to achieve peace was by surrounding himself with beauty.
He never knew when he’d meet that perfect woman who’d ignite an overwhelming need in him to possess her. Sometimes the need was triggered by her mesmerizing eyes or the perfection of her curves. Sometimes even the brilliance of her mind. It didn’t matter what initiated the hunt. It only mattered that he finished it.