Maxwell has a chance at her dream job as assistant to a renowned archaeologist
in exotic Turkey. Things get a little weird when she finds a unique crystal and
starts hallucinating crazy yet sexy things. Her once staid boss now looks like
a gorgeous demi-god and underwear model combined. Her feminist ideals are
challenged with each seductive look and bit of banter he gives her, but she’s
not falling for his charm.
couldn’t seduce…until now. If he doesn’t find an ancient crystal, he’ll turn
into a full-fledged demon. When his new Intern Renee arrives on site, wearing
the exact necklace he needs to save his existence, he thinks he’s got it made
until he discovers a curse is keeping him from claiming what’s his. He doesn’t
want to harm the woman who has enraptured his heart, but Damon isn’t the only
dark creature seeking the crystal’s powers.
Renee’s love to release the curse becomes the only cure to save her life.
away from the water’s edge in her wet bra and panties.
couldn’t help it. Any longer staring at the blush on her cheeks and chest and
he’d forget his vow and claim her. Even her erect nipples strained against her
wet lace bra made him dig his nails into his palms.
Thankfully, it reached just below her butt, leaving her long legs exposed for
his admiration. Then she flipped her curly hair over her shoulder, batting her
eyelashes at him.
beamed. “Drowning or bathing?”
her breasts, locking the rest of it around her body, and then snatched up her
and he doubted it was merely from cold and wet. “Please don’t tell the others,
as if she anticipated him to haul her back into the water for another lesson.
Inching closer to the shore, her gaze never left his.
He speculated most people, who couldn’t swim, would want to learn unless they experienced
drowning in the past. Could that have happened to her?
stubbornness. Vulnerability even. As she leaned forward to finish filling her
canteen, her ample bosom peeked out. His lust twisted to the sounds she would
make when he touched and kissed her nipples until they pebbled.
water. “Did you get a good enough view?”
float. His mind drifted to images of making love to Renee in the water. After
he helped her over her phobia, somehow. Hmm, he could kiss her down there while
she treaded water.
trip. No time for sleeping with the staff, no matter how sexy when arguing with
Andrea has always created characters and stories. But it wasn’t until she was in her late twenties that she started writing novels.
What happened that ignited the writing flame in her fingers? Divorced, and disillusioned by love songs and stories. They exaggerate. She thought. Love and Romance are not like that in the real world. Then she met her husband and realized, yes love and romance are exactly like the songs and stories say. She is now a happy wife, and a mom to three kids (two boys and a girl).
Andrea writes paranormal and historical romance. When not writing or reading, one may find Andrea dancing in Zumba.
She believes in the power of change and counting each moment as a blessing. But most importantly, she believes in love.