Phantom in the Night
CHAPTER ONE
New Orleans, Louisiana, two years later
Terri Mitchell studied the naked male lying before her once more. Straight black hair fell loosely around his baby-smooth face. He'd shaved recently. Those chiseled lips were too enticing and perfect, as if shaped by a master sculptor.
How many women had enjoyed this body and those lips? Been pleasured by that captivating mouth?
And why should she care? Terri tamped down on her female interest. She was a professional and shouldn't consider things like this guy's social life or his lean, muscular body, but men didn't come much better packaged than this one. All she'd seen so far was his upper body since the cotton sheet covered his lower half.
Using her pen, she lifted the white cloth to see if there was anything else she could glean from this inspection beyond the bullet hole in his forehead.
Not really, unless she wanted to add "well endowed" to her notes. Such a waste of one fine-looking male.
Probably not the Fat Tuesday this guy had expected when he got up this morning.
"I like the highlights, the more blonde look. That new?" The radio-announcer-smooth baritone asking that ... read full excerpt from: Phantom in the Night ebook
