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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] rapt expressions bordered on hero worship. Small town boy makes it big. Another strum louder this time, then a gentle cascade of notes from the piano and an easy soft beat from the drums heralded a ballad. Ariel watched asLogan stepped close to the microphone, took a breath and began to sing. The first note stabbed through her like a knife with a velvet edge. Her mouth dropped open.Logan was a famous songwriter, but Ariel now knew he could very easily be a country musicsinger . His voice was a soft caress of rich tenor, but he also had a touch of a throaty, sexy baritone. She shook her head to clear her senses and finally started hearing the words rather than just the sound of Logan's voice reverberating through her like a forbidden caress. What I wouldn't do& to get you to forgive I wish you could step inside my heart You'd see your name carved deep & so deep I can't survive without you I'm not asking you to forget, only to understand I'm just a man Ariel couldn't imagine any woman not offering forgiveness after hearingLogan 's voice stroke along her skin. And even though she had nothing to forgive him for, a softening around heart toward this amazing man showed her she was far from immune. It had been a long time since she'd allowed herself to feel this way for anyone. A stab of regret and pain lanced through her as thoughts of James surfaced. What would her life have been like if James hadn't lied to her and betrayed her? Ariel shook her head. No use dwelling on things she couldn't change. Page 37 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html Ariel chided herself for getting sidetracked. She heard the chorus swell in the background and saw several couples heading hand in hand for the dance floor. Lovers and love songs. She smiled as she realized she wished she andLogan could be out there with them, holding each other close. She scanned the room again. Everyone besides the dancers was held in rapt attention, listening toLogan . Ariel had to admit he had a gift. It wasn't only the words to the songs he wrote, but how he sang them. Listening to him gave her the sensation of living inside his song. Kefira echoed her thoughts. "Why isn't he recording his own songs?" she said in an awed tone. "I've never heard anyone sing like that." Ariel could only nod, even though she knew Kefira couldn't see it from across the room. She found it impossible to look away fromLogan . He turned his head and locked eyes with her as he sang the last line. I'm just a man& The last note trailed away and only when applause thundered inside the small bar didLogan break eye contact with her. The loud clapping broke through the spell Ariel found herself caught in, and she blew out a breath of frustration. She was going to putLogan in danger if she acted like a lovesick teenager. If she hadn't already given her word and taken this case, she would back away and let hersisters deal withLogan . But that was the cowardly way out, and she'd never taken it before now. Amazing, almost a thousand years of dealing with the most evil beings in the known universe, and one handsome songwriter scared her enough to make her consider breaking her word. The next song began, a fast two-step, which had couples whirling and twisting around the dance floor and bystanders stomping and clapping their hands.Logan 's voice was beautiful and haunting. But now held a hint of the sexy, mischievous man she'd come to know. Ariel resisted tapping her foot in time to the music. It wouldn't do to have the bodyguard bumping along with the beat. She glanced over atLogan and suddenly, Ariel wanted sex.Hot, steamy, illegal in forty-seven countries sex. Something wasn't right.Logan definitely turned her on, but this emanated from somewhere else. Every breath she inhaled rubbed her suddenly engorged nipples against her silk bra and made her want to weep. Wet heat pooled between her legs and soaked her panties, and every nerve ending begged to be touched, caressed and traced. Staggering under the onslaught, she gripped the side of the stage with one hand and dug her fingernails into her other hand until the sexual urges receded. Sometimes being supernatural sucked. It made her more sensitive to the negative energy of every otherworldly being's output. Ariel guessed God made the gargoyles that way to help them track down the other species when needed, or alternately to better protect the humans in the crossfire. Page 38 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html And there was only one being which exuded sex like this. "Keep an eye out for a succubus?" Ariel hurled into her sister's minds. It could be an incubus the male flavor, but she had a hunch it was the female variety, sinceLogan was the most-likely target. "No shit!" swore Odeda inside Ariel's mind. "I haven't been this hot in four-hundred years!" Ariel shook her head in disbelief. Odeda liked to brag about her torrid affair with Charles II, King of Scotland to anyone who would listen. After a few centuries, hearing about it got old. And apparently, none of the men in the last four centuries could compare. But it seemed like good King Charles had just been dethroned. Getting back on track, Ariel scanned the crowd and was surprised to find none of the crowd seemed affected. She knew gargoyles were more perceptive of otherworldly vibes, but the crowd should be showing some signs unless& "She's got to be powerful, watch your backs!" If the crowd wasn't affected, the succubus planned to target someone specific, but Ariel doubted she and her sisters were the sudden targets of a succubus with bi-sexual tendencies. They tended to be extremely heterosexual and let their incubus counterparts target females. Logan's song was in full swing, but Ariel needed to be close toprotect him. She'd rather ruin his show than his life. She stepped out onto the stage and stopped short. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |