Blaze of Fury by Storm Savage

Chapter One
     
     
    He was nothing like she’d expected. His voice
on the phone had been soft and sexy—mysteriously alluring. Standing
here now, peeking around a cluster of trees, she gazed at the man
standing on a remote area of the Crescent City beach. He’d
instructed her to meet him here at exactly sunset, and if she
didn’t show that she would not have a second chance.
    Her heart beat faster as she quickly retraced
her thoughts, wondering if she could actually go through with this
daring plan, wondering if he’d accept the little cash she’d been
able to scrape together. This was the riskiest thing she’d ever
attempted. Not that my life has been full of adventure. She
inwardly mused. Well, not the good type anyway.
    Never in her farthest thoughts did she
imagine herself here—now—staring at him. He looks like a
god! She sighed.
    She thought he would have at least come fully
dressed, yet there he stood, stoic-like, bared to the waist with
long black hair draped past his massive shoulders and down his
back. His darkly tanned skin added to the feral aura he cast.
Though he had his back to her, she assumed the front view would be
no less impressive.
    Sucking in a deep breath, she nervously
straightened her shirt then walked into the open. As if he’d heard
her very first step, his head turned sharply in her direction. She
stopped, momentarily stunned by his sharp senses and the
penetrating stare from those black eyes. Her breath caught in her
chest as the intense stare swallowed the distance between them.
    Walk, just walk, one step at a time, you
can do this. She forced her feet to move. He on the other hand
stood motionless and just stared with those haunting eyes. For a
split second she wondered what ghosts from his past had created
such a savage appearance.
    His gaze slid over her like a hungry animal
sizing up its prey as she approached. Every nerve in her body
sparked to life. She prayed he couldn’t see her legs trembling. The
closer she drew to him the more intense his aura became. He stood
tall, very tall and powerful-looking over her five-foot-five frame. He must be almost seven foot! She swallowed hard. Her throat
went dry.
    “I’m Sasha,” she murmured while hesitantly
offering her hand.
    He said nothing. Didn’t take her hand in
greeting. Just stood like a tower of raw sexual prowess in silent
splendor—all the while taking her heart in his hands with those
blazing eyes. She felt him bare her soul and she wanted to run.
This man was clearly not one to mess with. Suddenly afraid, she
turned to go.
    “I-I’m sorry…this was a mistake…I should
go.”
    “Why?” he asked in a voice so naturally
commanding it forced her to stop in her tracks.
    Slowly she turned back toward him. She
couldn’t help but look him over. The long black strands of hair
framed a face so handsome, expressive, and full of rage and passion
that she could barely catch her next breath. Her gaze moved over
the shimmering locks of thick hair hanging several inches down his
muscular chest—a chest any woman would long to run her hands over.
She imagined it felt as hard as it looked.
    She let her visual trek dip lower to the
amazing rippling abs. His dark skin and midnight hair, dampened by
the ocean mist, glistened in the last streaks of light from the
setting sun. She secretly gasped as her eyes returned to his face.
A flawlessly straight masculine nose set between high cheekbones
and above naturally pouted, sensual lips combined with those killer
eyes—this man redefined the meaning of animal magnetism.
    How can one man possess a body and face so
utterly perfect, yet send chills of fear and lust over me at the
same time?
    “Because you look…” She hesitated while
twisting the hem of her shirt. “Uh…scary.”
    “Good.” His deep throaty voice resonated
around her. Laced with ferocity and sensual sway at the same time,
it was soft, sexual and made her shiver with mixed emotion. “I am,”
he added.
    She concluded