Primal Heat
"Your in-laws are scary," Phillipa Elliot told her sister, who made a lovely and not-in-the-least-blushing bride.She leaned against the terrace railing next to Josephine and took another sip of very good champagne. The hot wind that blew in off the Las Vegas desert made her thirsty; she was probably on her fifth glass of champagne.
Jo's eyes went wide. "What do you mean by scary?"
Phillipa looked at the people dancing at the wedding reception in the hotel ballroom. "They make me feel like I've crashed the supermodels' annual ball."
Jo laughed. "Yeah, I know exactly what you mean." Her gaze didn't leave her new husband, who was currently dancing with their mother. "Isn't he -- "
"Large," Phillipa cut in.
"I was going to say cute."
Phillipa laughed. "Of course you were."
The hulking groom was probably the least handsome man there, to her. Not that the muscular Marcus Cage didn't have enough charm and charisma for three normal males. It seemed to run in the Cage family, and among all their friends. The women were amazingly beautiful, mostly in a dark and mysterious way. And the men -- good lord ... read full excerpt from: Primal Heat ebook
