The Satyr's Curse (The Satyr's Curse Series Book 1) by Alexandrea Weis Page A
Authors: Alexandrea Weis
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glanced back at Julian.
He was leaning against his car, his arms folded over his broad chest, intently observing her. Jazzmyn instantly felt safe and protected knowing he was there. Not since she had been a little girl in her father’s arms had she known such a sensation. Never would she have guessed that the likes of Julian Devereau would evoke such a sentiment in her. Then, she remembered how she had momentarily lusted after his body as she watched him walk around the car to her door. That was another emotion that had surprised her. As she opened the front doors to her home, she became more excited about her coming date with the handsome man. Perhaps the winds of change had finally begun to blow her way. Maybe Julian Devereau was what she had been waiting for all along.
Chapter 6
The following morning, Jazzmyn sat on her third floor balcony, drinking her coffee and viewing a group of storm clouds gathering over the tops of the lofty oaks in her front gardens. She turned her head to the side to see Mr. JP curled up on the floorboards not far from her old white rocker, snoozing away the early morning.
“Must be nice to sleep in,” she commented to the cat. “I wish I could do that.”
Mr. JP thumped his tail against the floorboards but never opened his eyes.
Jazzmyn envied the cat’s ability to shut out all distractions and enjoy his siesta. A stray that had hung around the back door of her restaurant, the gray tabby had come into Jazzmyn’s life soon after her father had died. After feeding him scraps for weeks, she finally decided to bring him home for good. She had initially feared the animal might be lonely in the big house all day with her away at the restaurant. But when Mr. JP began leaving presents of dead mice around the place, Jazzmyn knew he had found a way to amuse himself, and, in the process, help control the rodent problem that had been plaguing the old home as long as she could remember.
As Jazzmyn sipped from her coffee mug, she anxiously listened for the sound of Kyle’s truck. She had watched from her bedroom window the night before as his blue Toyota pickup had sped away down the street soon after Julian had left. Jazzmyn dreaded the eventual lecture she was sure to get from him about Julian, but she also wanted to tell him of her plans for the coming Sunday. Despite being her chef and a general pain in the ass over the years, Kyle was also her friend. She could not recall a time since he had come into her life when she had not shared all of her hopes, dreams, and disappointments with him. Now that the prospect of romance had entered her life, Jazzmyn wanted more than ever to talk about it with her best friend. But she knew in this instance her best friend would not want to hear about her feelings for Julian Devereau.
As the minutes ticked by, an uncomfortable realization hit her; Kyle was not coming. Almost every day for the past three years he had been waiting on the porch downstairs to walk her to the restaurant. The prospect of having to make that journey alone saturated her heart with equal amounts of disappointment and anger.
“Self-centered son of a bitch,” Jazzmyn cursed into her coffee mug. “If he thinks he can….” She grew quiet as his rugged good looks and cool blue eyes flashed across her mind.
Jazzmyn’s thoughts quickly returned to the night they had shared together. It had started out innocently enough. Kyle had walked her home, and just as they had reached her front doorstep a light winter drizzle had begun to fall. Jazzmyn had invited him in until the rain passed. Kyle had started a fire in her huge living room fireplace, and she had opened a bottle of wine at his suggestion, to chase away the chill in the air. One bottle of wine had led to two shots of tequila, and then the kiss.
Jazzmyn closed her eyes and sighed at the memory of that kiss. It had been unexpected, and yet desperately wanted. She wasn’t sure if it was the atmosphere in the room with the
He was leaning against his car, his arms folded over his broad chest, intently observing her. Jazzmyn instantly felt safe and protected knowing he was there. Not since she had been a little girl in her father’s arms had she known such a sensation. Never would she have guessed that the likes of Julian Devereau would evoke such a sentiment in her. Then, she remembered how she had momentarily lusted after his body as she watched him walk around the car to her door. That was another emotion that had surprised her. As she opened the front doors to her home, she became more excited about her coming date with the handsome man. Perhaps the winds of change had finally begun to blow her way. Maybe Julian Devereau was what she had been waiting for all along.
Chapter 6
The following morning, Jazzmyn sat on her third floor balcony, drinking her coffee and viewing a group of storm clouds gathering over the tops of the lofty oaks in her front gardens. She turned her head to the side to see Mr. JP curled up on the floorboards not far from her old white rocker, snoozing away the early morning.
“Must be nice to sleep in,” she commented to the cat. “I wish I could do that.”
Mr. JP thumped his tail against the floorboards but never opened his eyes.
Jazzmyn envied the cat’s ability to shut out all distractions and enjoy his siesta. A stray that had hung around the back door of her restaurant, the gray tabby had come into Jazzmyn’s life soon after her father had died. After feeding him scraps for weeks, she finally decided to bring him home for good. She had initially feared the animal might be lonely in the big house all day with her away at the restaurant. But when Mr. JP began leaving presents of dead mice around the place, Jazzmyn knew he had found a way to amuse himself, and, in the process, help control the rodent problem that had been plaguing the old home as long as she could remember.
As Jazzmyn sipped from her coffee mug, she anxiously listened for the sound of Kyle’s truck. She had watched from her bedroom window the night before as his blue Toyota pickup had sped away down the street soon after Julian had left. Jazzmyn dreaded the eventual lecture she was sure to get from him about Julian, but she also wanted to tell him of her plans for the coming Sunday. Despite being her chef and a general pain in the ass over the years, Kyle was also her friend. She could not recall a time since he had come into her life when she had not shared all of her hopes, dreams, and disappointments with him. Now that the prospect of romance had entered her life, Jazzmyn wanted more than ever to talk about it with her best friend. But she knew in this instance her best friend would not want to hear about her feelings for Julian Devereau.
As the minutes ticked by, an uncomfortable realization hit her; Kyle was not coming. Almost every day for the past three years he had been waiting on the porch downstairs to walk her to the restaurant. The prospect of having to make that journey alone saturated her heart with equal amounts of disappointment and anger.
“Self-centered son of a bitch,” Jazzmyn cursed into her coffee mug. “If he thinks he can….” She grew quiet as his rugged good looks and cool blue eyes flashed across her mind.
Jazzmyn’s thoughts quickly returned to the night they had shared together. It had started out innocently enough. Kyle had walked her home, and just as they had reached her front doorstep a light winter drizzle had begun to fall. Jazzmyn had invited him in until the rain passed. Kyle had started a fire in her huge living room fireplace, and she had opened a bottle of wine at his suggestion, to chase away the chill in the air. One bottle of wine had led to two shots of tequila, and then the kiss.
Jazzmyn closed her eyes and sighed at the memory of that kiss. It had been unexpected, and yet desperately wanted. She wasn’t sure if it was the atmosphere in the room with the
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