Happy Tuesday, folks. Today's tease comes from my new WIP, tentatively titled The Librarian and Her Dragon. My muse found this hunk, see and she went off on a tangent. Meet Gideon Jackson, a motor bike riding Dragon shifter, Alpha of his Clan, dentist by profession, whose mate is one snarky human librarian.
This is the moment they first meet.... As you can see Annie isn't all that impressed...
Tease is slightly longer than the usual 200 words, but I'm sure you won't hold it against me, right? ;-)
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A rumble rose from his massive chest, and when his dark gaze finally reached my eyes, I could have sworn flames danced in their depths.
Maybe the heatwave we were experiencing had fried my brains, or something.
“You’re new.” His deep voice washed over me, made my hackles rise, because he was still undressing me with his eyes.
A muscle twitched in his neck and the whole library went quiet. You could have heard the proverbial pin drop and my overdramatic co-worker’s loud gasp rang in my ears. Barbara rolled her chair closer to whisper in my ear. Not sure why she bothered. Her whispers were akin to other folk’s normal tone of voice.
“You can’t speak to him like that. Goodness only knows what his gang will do now.” I barely resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Really, it was pathetic the way everyone feared these Dragoons. What sort of name was that anyway?
Too late I realized I said that out loud, and I squirmed under the stranger’s heated gaze. Jesus—intense much. And there went his eyes again, definite flames, and it might be my imagination, but the heat just went up several degrees in here.
If I was given to flights of fancy and I was one the heroines I liked to read about in my stash of paranormal erotic romances on my Kindle, I’d have said he was a shifter who’d found his mate. His nostrils flared, and he leaned right into my personal space.
Now, I’m sure I was supposed to swoon here and go all mellow and spout nonsense like, “Take me, I’m yours,” but this was real life, not fantasy.
My knickers might be soaked through, because, let’s face it, the guy was hot, but that sure didn’t mean I was going to make it easy for him.
No, siree, not this librarian.
“Have I got something on my face that needs closer inspection, or have you simply forgotten your glasses at home, Mr…?” I raised my voice waiting for him to reply but he continued to stare at me as though I was some form of fascinating microbe under a microscope. Barbara made a strange noise as though she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs, and I picked up a sheet of paper and fanned the woman, lest she pass out on me.
Our local paramedics were overworked as it was in the middle of tourist season, and they did not need to attend a call out because she succumbed to hysterics again.
What would I say in the report anyway? Woman passed out due to hot, brooding guy at desk? When he still didn’t say anything, I did roll my eyes, which earned me a raised eyebrow. Oh, he was one of those.
“And for your information, I’ve been holding this position for the last three years, so I’m hardly new. Now, unless you have a book to return or wish to borrow one, please move aside so that I can deal with an actual customer. You’re holding up the line.”
Not that there was one. The members of the Women’s reading club who had been holding
their weekly meeting here were all squashed in the opposite corner clutching their books to their bosoms like the proverbial pearls.
Maybe we would need that ambulance after all. Mrs Peacock looked almost as scandalized as when the stalwarts of our community had found out that I was stocking that book.
Mr. Grey might do nothing for me, but who was I to stop women from wanting to read him. I had far hotter and accurate stuff on my Kindle, for sure.
I jumped when the brooding hulk dropped a leather-bound copy of Tolstoy’s War and Peace on the desk in front of me.
“I came to return this.”
Hehehe, you can just tell that the sparks will fly between these two, right?
Hope you enjoyed my tease today.
Do stay naughty!