Her Last Temptation
SIN HAD JUST WALKED INTO her bar and he was wearing a Grateful Dead T-shirt.
Cat Sheehan paused midsentence, forgetting the conversation she'd been having with one of her customers. Forgetting everything. Because, Holy Mother Mary, a man who'd instantly set her heart pounding and her pulse racing was standing a few yards away, completely oblivious to her shocked stare.
He was tall. Very tall. And he had the kind of presence that immediately drew the attention of every person in the place — at least, every female person. Their gazes drifted over because of his size. They stayed because of his looks.
Astrip of leather kept the man's jet-black hair tied at the back of his neck in a short ponytail. A simple thing, that piece of leather, and she'd certainly seen men with long-ish hair and ponytails. But on him, well, the look was…rakish. That was the only word she could think of.
Cat liked rakes. Not that she'd ever met one for real, but she liked the ones she'd read about in her pirate romance novels.
A pirate. It fit. From the ponytail to the flash of silver glistening on the lobe of one ear to the aura of dange ... read full excerpt from: Her Last Temptation ebook
