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Sexy to Go, Volume Three
Sexy to Go is back with twelve new stories this month!
Volume Three includes Dreamwalker: Power of Attraction
by Pamela Moran
Law of attraction takes on a completely different meaning when Audra gets pulled into the dream of the sexy man she’s just met.
Can she and Trigg hold on long enough to figure out what’s real?
Audra Keller rubbed the tension spot between her brows. She loved her mom, but after flying cross county and then driving over two hours to get here, to take care of her injured mother, having to stand in for her at this installation dinner was fast giving Audra a headache. And she hadn’t even made it through the doorway, much less found her seat or feasted on the watery salad or rubber chicken they served at these type of functions.
Not like she wasn’t at loose ends right now, though. After her Dreamwalker partner with the PSI undercover agency had been shot last month, he’d been ordered to stand down for a minimum of two months. Maybe more. As his anchor in real time, that left her schedule wide open.
Which didn’t change the fact Mom owed her big time.
Unless this was all some sort of secret plan her mother had concocted. Break a leg. Get Audra home. Marry her off to the absolute perfect choice in son-in-laws.
No, that took conspiracy theories too far, even for Audra’s mother.
But damn, what she wouldn’t give to have her gun with her. Her real gun. Not that baby derringer in the tiny little bag Mom had insisted she carry. But she couldn’t hide her real gun anywhere in this dress.
The things she did for her mother.
A man, several people in front of her, shifted to lean forward and press both hands on the check in table and into the personal space of the woman checking people off the list. “I don’t have all evening. Why are you taking so damn long? Step it up already or find someone who can actually do the job.”
Joy. Mr.Sourpuss Jones. Science teacher. Bane of Audra’s high school years. Mr. There’s No Such Thing as psychic ability. How many times had he ridiculed her? Left her feeling inadequate, like a freak on display.
“Mr. Jones.” Audra straightened then lifted her chin when he swung that narrowed, myopic gaze towards her.
Recognition and something else flickered in his eyes.
She resisted the urge to shrink into herself. High school had been more than a few years ago and he was being an asshole. “Mr. Jones —”
“Clyde, are you offering to help check people in?” A tall, broad shouldered man, an Adonis really, in a dark suit stepped from out of nowhere and clasped a hand on Mr. Jones’ shoulder. “That’s awfully kind of you but I’m sure it’s under control. Why don’t you find your seat?”
Mr. Sourpuss met Audra’s gaze as he swung around. His eyes darted between her and the taller man and his lips thinned into a straight line before he stalked away.
“Disaster averted.” Mr. Even More Gorgeous Up Close smiled at the woman behind the table.
The woman, tears shimmering on her lashes, beamed at him. “You always know how to handle these tricky situations, Trigg.”
While Trigg was busy with the woman, Audra let her gaze roam over his physique. Maybe this function wouldn’t be quite so boring or painful after all. Those broad shoulders narrowed to a trim waist and while the suit jacket hid his ass, those suit pants showed off a fine, muscular pair of thighs. Tanned skin, light brown hair kissed gold by the sun, eye candy at its finest.
Not hard to look at, at all.
He turned and caught her gaze with his warm blue eyes. Her heart skipped at the same moment her breath caught.
That’s a bit too interesting. Too intense.
His eyes crinkled in the corners. “You’re Gayle Keller’s daughter.”
Statement. Not question. “And you know that, how?”
The smile that started with his eyes twitched at his firm lips. “Pictures on her mantle. On her desk at the flower shop. On her phone. And —”
“Got it. You know my mother.”
The full blown smile was killer. Totally deadly, aimed straight at her. “And I’ve wanted to meet you for awhile now. I’m glad you were able to make it tonight.”
She ignored the hand he held out, pretended not to see it because she sure as hell wasn’t touching him. This kind of internal reaction, just from looking into his eyes, meant she needed to stay far away from him. With a short dip of her chin, her dark hair, somewhat longer in the front, fell forward as she cut her gaze to the woman behind the table, the woman way too interested in this exchange. “Keller —”
“Oh yes, Audra. I already have you checked in. Trigg, she’s at your table, could you show her the way?”
Damnation and then some. Conspiracy theory on definite overload.
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