Twisted Desire (The Twisted Series) (36 page)

“I love you,” he tells her again, his voice brimming with
affection.  He intends to tell her that for the rest of his life.

Finally taking her eyes off her new addition, she glances up
at him with a soft green gaze, her lips moving before she can even think to
stop them.  “I love you too, David.”

He seals her mouth with another kiss, stunned by her
confession.  He’s never felt this relieved and euphoric in all his
life.  He plans to make many more days just like this one.  With
Aliah by his side, anything is possible.

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Christa Simpson
is a
Romance Author who enjoys entertaining her readers with sexy alpha males and
sassy heroines.  She writes sexy new adult and steamy adult romances
loaded with passion, suspense and sarcasm.  In her “free time”, she loves
reading, writing, music, movies and dancing.  She likes her men muscled,
her music loud and her kids happy.

She’s
a small town girl, living in Southwestern Ontario with her husband and two
beautiful daughters.  She’s a legal assistant by day, wielding a sexy
imagination by night.  She’s a dreamer and has always believed that you
can do anything you set your mind to.

Please visit her website:

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Author of…

THE TWISTED TRILOGY

Book 1:
Twisted

Book 2:
Twist & Turn

Book 3:
A Twist of Fate

Book 4:
Twisted Desire

THE DESTINY SERIES

Book 1:
Finding Destiny

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The
Twisted cast returns in TAINTED LOVE, releasing 2015.

http://christasimpson.com/tainted-love

THE TWISTED TRILOGY:
BOOK 1

Can a man and woman be
just friends?

In case you’ve skipped ahead in the series, here’s a
look at what you’ve missed!

Excerpt – Edwin and
Abigail:

I carefully unclipped a long black pencil skirt from a
hanger and slipped the fitted skirt over my hips.  Before I topped it with
a flirty blouse, I decided I should’ve probably brushed my teeth first. 
There’s nothing worse on a Monday morning than tooth paste splatter on your
white shirt.  Acting quick and careless, I headed for my door, and when I
stepped out into the hallway, I bumped right into Edwin.

"Whoa!"  He seemed equally as stunned by the
imposition, but he didn’t budge an inch.

Being inside his personal space was incredibly
awkward.  It wasn’t exactly the place I had expected to be this
morning.  But there I was, wearing nothing but a barely-there bra.

My eyes flashed away from his glimmering aqua glance and
landed on his luscious smiling lips.  Lower yet, my eyes focused in on his
smooth chest peeking out of his crisp white, mostly unbuttoned shirt. 
Damn
it
.  He looked like a tasty morning treat, his shirt fully tucked into
those black slacks hung handsomely from his masculine hips.

I swallowed the lusty lump from the back of my throat. 
"Sorry," I said, softly.  I didn't even know whether I was
apologizing for getting in his face or eyeing his body like a piece of man
candy.

It didn’t seem to matter to him.  He took my chin in
his hand and looked right through me with a piercing gaze.  "You can
feel sorry for a lot of things, but this shouldn't ever be one of them."

His lips covered mine, his drugging kiss long and slow, as I
struggled with myself to make him stop.  I should have.  I could
have.  But I didn't.

Edwin stopped first and smiled at my carelessness.  I
stood there a little stunned and a lot disappointed with my lack of
judgment.  With fists bunched at my sides, I forced a stern look to make
its appearance.  It was hard to keep it together.

"What do you think you’re doing, Eddie?"

"I couldn't help myself, and you didn't stop me. 
What do you expect?  I'm only a man."

How can I argue with that?
  I loosened my fists
and took a deep breath, in an attempt to relax my tense muscles. 
"Well, maybe you can give me a little notice next time."

"I didn't plan for this.  It just happened,” he
insisted.

"I'm sure.  You're lips just bumped into mine.”

"Like you just happened to rush out of your door at the
exact time I was passing," he challenged.  His arrogance was starting
to make me angry, but I was relieved to feel any emotion other than sadness and
despair.

"Wait a minute: that really happened!  Don't try
and turn this on me."

"Mmm, hmm," he replied, pressing my every button.

"Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself, because I’m not
going to let you take advantage of me like that again.”  I backed away,
more for me than for him.  He smelled so good.

He laughed and just stood there, shaking his head, staring
at me.  His fresh aftershave and fragrant cologne mixed with his arousal
in an enticing aroma.  It had a terrifying effect on me, heightening my
senses and messing with my mind.  After being so dangerously close to him,
I was desperate for some privacy to regain my composure.  But his eyes
never left mine and I worried that he was magically deciphering my thoughts.

With my nerves getting the best of me, I did what any reasonable
woman would have done in the circumstances: I bolted for the washroom.

"I was just going to brush my teeth," I announced,
trying to prove my innocence.  I ducked into the washroom, feeling safe
once I was out of the fathomless aqua force field he was wielding.

"Oh, really?" he replied, following after
me.  "Funny.  Because that's exactly what I was coming to
do."

My eyes grew wide with anxiety and as soon as I noticed, I
glared at myself in the mirror. 
Time.  Space.  I need...

Edwin appeared nonchalantly in the reflection behind
me.  I tore my eyes from his firm chest and confident stare, and fixed
them on my toothbrush, as I shakily applied the paste.  I put the tube
down and pressed both of my hands against the cold marble countertop to support
my weight, stop the shaking and avoid his mystical eyes.