Hating aliens is Julia’s family business. Can Leko reach beyond a lifetime of resentment and teach her that love knows no boundaries? He chuckled, the sound even sexier than his smile. “I think it’s called attraction.” She hadn’t realized she spoke out loud until he responded. Attraction? The inadequacy of the word made her want
Copyright © 2020 Cyndi Friberg They stepped into the tunnel, activating the first section of overhead lights. The lights turned off and on automatically as they strolled along the tunnel. “Holy cow. Are we…” Her jaw dropped and her hand slipped from his as she turned in a slow circle. “We’re inside a freaking lake,
Copyright © 2020 Cyndi Friberg His stubborn hesitation confused her. He seemed surprised that she wanted him, which didn’t make sense. He was amazing, brilliant, innovative, compassionate and incredibly powerful. He had every quality she’d hoped for in a mate and more. “This is exactly what I want, Salvo,” she stressed. “Do you have doubts?”
Copyright © 2020 Cyndi Friberg She stopped walking and faced him, her head tilted back. “I never said thank you. You minimized my suffering, and your mother healed the burns completely. If there is some way I can repay your kindness, please let me know.” Acting purely on instinct, he said, “Promise you won’t be
Copyright © 2019 Cyndi Friberg His gaze swept the length of her body, lingering in all the usual places. “You’re stunning, love. Perfect.” He dragged his index finger from the base of her throat, through the valley between her breasts and circled her navel. Then his gaze locked with hers, and he gently cupped her
She grasped her mug with both hands, holding it in front of her as if it had the power to keep him away. “I learned my lesson. “Then why do you keep provoking me?” He took the mug from her and set it next to his. “Do you need another demonstration?” She shrugged, avoiding his
Copyright © 2019 Cyndi Friberg Her breath escaped in a shuddering sigh, and she wrapped her free arm around his back. “I’m safe,” she whispered, as if to convince herself. “No one will hurt me.” “That’s right. I won’t let them.” He released her wrist and brushed her hair back from her face. She’d closed
“I didn’t choose the title.” He already sounded defensive. This wasn’t good. “I was branded a heretic when I refused to accept the nonsense they were preaching at Harbinger Academy.” Unadulterated hatred flared in his eyes as he said the word branded. Dread dropped into her stomach like a stone. “Do you mean that literally?”
“All it proves is I don’t like you.” She stressed the last three words, drawing them out as she glared at him. “You’re a bully and I detest bullies.” She jerked against his restraining hands, but his hold was unbreakable. A fact that never failed to arouse her. He extended his arms, pushing himself as
Copyright © 2017 Cyndi Friberg Long moments passed as she clung to him, absorbing what warmth she could. The rain soon drenched his clothes and dampened his skin, decreasing the heat he was passing on to her. “If I increase my body temperature any more, I’m risking brain damage,” he spoke against her dripping hair.
