“Maybe that would be best.” Tori nodded. “What would you do with the real Logan?”
“That could be a problem, so let’s start with Carla.” Janice looked at Tori and gestured to the bubble and Carla’s image. “Now.”
So much for freelance. This was one job she didn’t feel she had a choice but to take. If the man who’d rocked her world this weekend had a black soul, then she’d be glad to bring him down.
Then why did the thought of working against Logan make her feel sick inside?
Tori hesitated only a moment before she extended her arm. She touched the image and it made a sizzling sound.
She lowered her arm and began to tremble, and she gritted her teeth as her body started to change. Pain shot through her limbs as her arms and legs lengthened. Her breasts became larger, her feet a little bigger. Her scalp tingled as her hair lengthened and the bones in her face moved.
Her clothing changed along with her body, shimmering and then forming so that she was wearing clothes similar to what Carla had on in the photograph.
When her body finished changing, she was an exact duplicate of Carla Winston.
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Excerpt… The Auction: Sold
Cheyenne McCray writing as Jaymie Holland
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Zach laid the coats and jacket over the back of the chair as if impatient to rid himself of them, and then he brought her into his arms.
The move surprised her, yet at the same time it didn’t. Christy had wanted him to kiss her all night. The way he’d looked at her at the nightclub, she had the impression he’d been thinking the same thing.
Being in his arms was better than she remembered and when he brought his mouth to hers, his kiss was more amazing than the countless kisses she had imagined.
His kiss was searching, as if he was remembering her taste and the feel of their mouths together. She felt like she’d been transported back to the time when everything between them was amazing and fresh and new.
As he drew away, he cupped her face in his hands and studied her. Her lips were moist from his kisses and she almost begged him to kiss her again.
He slowly rubbed his thumb over her cheek. “It almost doesn’t seem real having you here with me.”
“It feels like a dream.” She put her palms on his chest, feeling his heat through his shirt as she moved her palms up to his shoulders. “I’ve imagined this, imagined being with you again.”
He continued caressing her cheek with his thumb as his dark eyes looked into hers. “I can’t remember a time when I didn’t think about you when I was with another woman.”
She looked at him with surprise. “Do you mean that?”
“There have been a lot of women in my life, Christy.” He brought his face closer to hers. “None of them were you.”
The thrills that went through her belly caused a spiral straight to that place between her thighs. Even after all of these years, she knew him well enough that she didn’t have to question what he just said. Zach Nikas didn’t say anything he didn’t mean.
“I guess we aren’t waiting for the weekend at the resort,” she said softly.
“This will make that weekend all the more exciting.” He grasped her hair in his hand and pulled her hair back, causing her to gasp. “Are you sure you want to be here with me tonight, Christy? Last chance.”
“I want to stay.” She winced at the harshness of how hard he had pulled her hair. Yet at the same time it had a good sting to it.
And the mastery in the movement… He was already taking control of her and it turned her on so that her skin felt on fire.
He brought her to him for a hard kiss, nothing like the gentle reunion of moments before. This was harsh, forceful. He pinched her nipples hard through her dress and bit her lower lip, causing tears to sting her eyes.
She loved it.
The kiss was wild, hungry. He reached behind her and drew down the zipper of her dress. It fell in a silken caress down her body and around her feet, leaving her in her black bra and matching panties along with thigh-high silk stockings and her high heels.
He grabbed her by her ass and brought their bodies flush together. His cock was hard against her belly and knowing that he was as turned on as she was, sent an ache between her thighs. She held onto his biceps, digging her fingers in as if to hold on for safety from a coming storm. He moved his hand to the clasp of her bra and unfastened it.
Heat warmed her as he stepped away and took her bra with him and then he tossed it on the couch. He cupped her breasts and she sucked in her breath as he pinched her nipples again, harder this time, and she bit her lower lip to hold back a cry.
“Take off your heels.” He stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Now, Christy.”
He looked serious and she knew she had better do what he told her to. She hurried to remove her heels. When she straightened, he said, “Take off your panties.” She slipped them off and stepped out of them, leaving her in only stockings. “Now your stockings. Hand them to me.”
A heady thrill caused her to shiver as he watched her with his dark eyes. They told her nothing, but the intensity of his expression made her obey.
Focusing on Zach, she slowly pushed down one stocking in a sensual movement. She could tell her teasing was working as his jaw tightened and his eyes seem to grow darker than they already were. She eased it over her foot then handed the stocking to him.
“Faster this time.” His words came out dangerously low and she felt the urge to obey.
She hurried to take off the other stocking and gave it to him. He took her by her upper arms and turned her so that she was facing away from him, then pulled her wrists behind her back. She felt the silk of her stockings as he wrapped one around each of her wrists and tied it securely.
“Last chance.” He rested his hands on her shoulders and moved his mouth to her ear. “Unless you’ve changed your mind, from this point on, you’re mine.”
Her heart beat a little faster. “Yes.”
“Tell me you’re mine.” He brought her up close, her back up against his chest, and he pulled back her head again by her hair. “I want to hear it.”
“I’m yours.” Something like electricity sizzled through her as she spoke. He had her head pulled back so far that she could see his eyes as he looked down at her. He suddenly looked dark and dangerous.
“Yes,” he said in a way that made her shiver. “You are mine.”
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About Cheyenne
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cheyenne McCray’s books have received multiple awards and nominations, including
*RT Book Reviews magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice awards for Best Erotic Romance of the year and Best Paranormal Action Adventure of the year
*Three “RT Book Reviews” nominations, including Best Erotic Romance, Best Romantic Suspense, and Best Paranormal Action Adventure.
*Golden Quill award for Best Erotic Romance
*The Road to Romance’s Reviewer’s Choice Award
*Gold Star Award from Just Erotic Romance Reviews
*CAPA award from The Romance Studio
Cheyenne grew up on a ranch in southeastern Arizona. She has been writing ever since she can remember, back to her kindergarten days when she penned her first poem. She always knew one day she would write novels, hoping her readers would get lost in the worlds she created, just as she experienced when she read some of her favorite books.
Chey has three sons, two dogs, and is an Arizona native who loves the desert, the sunshine, and the beautiful sunsets. Visit Chey’s website and get all of the latest info at CheyenneMcCray.com and meet up with her at Cheyenne McCray’s Place on Facebook! Feel free to contact Chey at mailto:[email protected].
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