signature.”
“That’s an interesting attitude,” Delylah said, wishing she had paid more attention to his
work. “But one I can understand. I feed off the energy of my audience. It’s a
high unlike anything else, and I feel the music coursing through my body as
surely as my blood flows through my veins.”
Even as she spoke, James raised
his camera and began snapping photos. Though Delylah was more than used to being in front of the lens,
something about James’ candid snapping felt almost intimate.
“You get right to it, don’t you?”
she said with a smile.
“Isn’t that what you do?” James
asked. “Besides, I came to find out who Delylah Fayre really is.” He
paused and lowered the camera. “And right now, I’m looking at her.”
“Do you like what you see?”
“I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
“Interesting,” Delylah said, feeling a peculiar heat infuse her body. “Considering you’ve covered so
many other notable people around the world.”
“I pick my subjects for a reason,”
James said, raising the camera once again. “People are always contacting me
about photo sessions, but I’m very selective. I have to feel a connection or
else it doesn’t work.”
Delylah stared at the lens, envisioning James’ beautiful blue eye behind it. “What
connection do you feel with me?”
“I feel it on many levels, but on
a primitive level, you arouse me. You embody a sensuality that many try to copy
but can’t because it’s too forced, too rehearsed. You also celebrate a raw
sexuality in a way that few other women can.”
“It almost sounds as though you’ve
been watching me for some time,” Delylah said,
growing more intrigued with James by the moment.
He lowered the camera and smiled. “For quite some time, actually. But I didn’t want to waste
time trudging through the channels of your entourage or waste time on meetings
and endless talk. I wanted the experience to be, and I stress my keyword …
spontaneous. I knew the opportunity would come … sooner or later.”
“So when would you like to start?” Delylah asked. “I’m taking some time off before I
head to Canada on the next leg of my tour.”
“We can start now, if you like,”
James said, glancing at Therese as she returned with a tray of coffee, “perhaps
as an ensemble with Therese. I feel the chemistry between you, and I’d love to
be able to capture it.”
Do you like this book? Be sure to check other books in
this series
Delylah Fayre - Part 2
Delylah Fayre - Part 3
Delylah Fayre (Trilogy Bundle)
My
Only Safe Place
Synopsis
A year after she fled Mads and his war against the angels, Tara is making a life
for herself in a large anonymous city. She is finally beginning to believe that there may be some kind of life
for herself and her son, Fen, but then everything changes in a single terrible
moment, and the war is on her doorstep again.
Mads has never forgotten Tara, but when he realizes what
she has done and who she has hidden from him, can he ever forgive her?
The library was quiet at night, and that was how
Tara liked it best. She finished the shelf reading and turned in the papers to
the front desk before taking clocking herself out.
It was a long walk back to the apartment, and it
gave her time to think even as she stretched out legs that were sore from reshelving books and crouching to find missing volumes. She
wished she could return to her job at the university, but with the war between
the angels and the werewolves reaching a fever pitch, she didn't dare, not when
they had found her once.
It had been a year since she ran from Mads , the alpha werewolf who was cutting a swathe of
destruction through the ranks of the angels, using the weapon she had given
him. A year had not dulled the sting of his lies or of the fact that at night,
when she allowed herself to grieve, she still mourned him, still longed for his
arms around her.
Everything had changed that night in Scotland,
“That’s an interesting attitude,” Delylah said, wishing she had paid more attention to his
work. “But one I can understand. I feed off the energy of my audience. It’s a
high unlike anything else, and I feel the music coursing through my body as
surely as my blood flows through my veins.”
Even as she spoke, James raised
his camera and began snapping photos. Though Delylah was more than used to being in front of the lens,
something about James’ candid snapping felt almost intimate.
“You get right to it, don’t you?”
she said with a smile.
“Isn’t that what you do?” James
asked. “Besides, I came to find out who Delylah Fayre really is.” He
paused and lowered the camera. “And right now, I’m looking at her.”
“Do you like what you see?”
“I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
“Interesting,” Delylah said, feeling a peculiar heat infuse her body. “Considering you’ve covered so
many other notable people around the world.”
“I pick my subjects for a reason,”
James said, raising the camera once again. “People are always contacting me
about photo sessions, but I’m very selective. I have to feel a connection or
else it doesn’t work.”
Delylah stared at the lens, envisioning James’ beautiful blue eye behind it. “What
connection do you feel with me?”
“I feel it on many levels, but on
a primitive level, you arouse me. You embody a sensuality that many try to copy
but can’t because it’s too forced, too rehearsed. You also celebrate a raw
sexuality in a way that few other women can.”
“It almost sounds as though you’ve
been watching me for some time,” Delylah said,
growing more intrigued with James by the moment.
He lowered the camera and smiled. “For quite some time, actually. But I didn’t want to waste
time trudging through the channels of your entourage or waste time on meetings
and endless talk. I wanted the experience to be, and I stress my keyword …
spontaneous. I knew the opportunity would come … sooner or later.”
“So when would you like to start?” Delylah asked. “I’m taking some time off before I
head to Canada on the next leg of my tour.”
“We can start now, if you like,”
James said, glancing at Therese as she returned with a tray of coffee, “perhaps
as an ensemble with Therese. I feel the chemistry between you, and I’d love to
be able to capture it.”
Do you like this book? Be sure to check other books in
this series
Delylah Fayre - Part 2
Delylah Fayre - Part 3
Delylah Fayre (Trilogy Bundle)
My
Only Safe Place
Synopsis
A year after she fled Mads and his war against the angels, Tara is making a life
for herself in a large anonymous city. She is finally beginning to believe that there may be some kind of life
for herself and her son, Fen, but then everything changes in a single terrible
moment, and the war is on her doorstep again.
Mads has never forgotten Tara, but when he realizes what
she has done and who she has hidden from him, can he ever forgive her?
The library was quiet at night, and that was how
Tara liked it best. She finished the shelf reading and turned in the papers to
the front desk before taking clocking herself out.
It was a long walk back to the apartment, and it
gave her time to think even as she stretched out legs that were sore from reshelving books and crouching to find missing volumes. She
wished she could return to her job at the university, but with the war between
the angels and the werewolves reaching a fever pitch, she didn't dare, not when
they had found her once.
It had been a year since she ran from Mads , the alpha werewolf who was cutting a swathe of
destruction through the ranks of the angels, using the weapon she had given
him. A year had not dulled the sting of his lies or of the fact that at night,
when she allowed herself to grieve, she still mourned him, still longed for his
arms around her.
Everything had changed that night in Scotland,
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