Friday, January 02, 2009

Crimson Dichotomy: Temptation by Aubrey Ross

Crimson Dichotomy: Temptation
by Aubrey Ross
Cover art by Bryan Keller
ISBN (13): 978-1-60521-012-4
Genre(s): Paranormal, BDSM
Theme(s): Ménage, Vampires, Shapeshifters
Series: Crimson Dichotomy
Length: Novella


Ruggedly handsome and intensely confident, Max takes it upon himself to protect Colette from a rogue vampire. People frequently underestimate Colette. She can shapeshift effortlessly and still others feel the need to shelter her. Max might be her temporary guardian, but he is more tempting than any man she’s ever known. Refusing to be ignored, and hoping to prolong their time together, Colette volunteers for the next mission.
His men managed to kill Taerok; now Max must locate the vampire’s lair. Having a female shapeshifter along would make things easier, but Colette is a complete unknown to him. Besides, the mission will take them deep into the seedy underworld of renegade vampires -- which is no place for an adorable pixie!
Colette insists she’s uniquely qualified for the mission, so Max challenges her to a night of “conditioning.” Expecting his first sexual demand to terrify her, Max soon realizes there’s more to Colette than her impish appearance and feisty personality.


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From street level, PSN headquarters looked like any other office building, with modular cubicles and the proverbial water cooler. It was only as visitors ventured beyond the benign façade that the paranormal nature of the organization was revealed.
Colette Eldrik had been taken to sublevel three shortly after her arrival. Commander Max Brigham had been polite, gallant even. He’d assured her that metaphysical shields, as well as conventional devices, would conceal her location from the vampire who was hunting Dichotomy halflings. He’d shown her where she could sleep, shower, find food, and explained what limited entertainments were available without leaving the building. Then he’d left her to her own devices for the next four days. If he’d known her better, he would have realized the folly of that decision. Colette didn’t deal well with boredom.
She stood at the end of the main corridor on sublevel two, watching Victor Ratcliff gather his belongings and head home. Victor was the newest member of the Preternatural Sentinel Network. Max didn’t know him well, which was one of the reasons Colette had chosen his likeness for her demonstration. If she didn’t quite master the nuances of Victor’s demeanor, Max wasn’t likely to notice.
The elevator door started its inevitable slide and she ducked around the corner, quickly forming Victor’s image within her mind. She inhaled deeply and released her breath in a slow, steady stream. The shift rolled down her body, undulating and reshaping, forming her into the image stamped upon her brain. Searing pain drove the last of her breath from her lungs. Lights danced before her eyes and she shuddered. It didn’t matter how often she changed, or how skillful she had become; shapeshifting hurt like hell!
She rolled her shoulders and arched her back, acclimating herself to her new body. The lingering burn gradually receded and she focused on her goals. She would demonstrate her abilities, reveal a potentially dangerous lack in Sentinel security, and then ask Max for a job.
Rounding the corner with new confidence, she found the corridor empty and smiled. Whoever had exited the elevator must have entered one of the offices. This was sublevel two, moderate security. Agents pretty much came and went as they pleased. She knew there were at least three additional sublevels, but she hadn’t actually been lower than sublevel four.
“Ratcliff?” The deep, commanding sound of Max’s voice was unmistakable. “I thought you were taking off.”
Showtime. She schooled her expression and turned to face him. “I have an idea I wanted to run past you before I left for the night.”
His gaze narrowed slightly as he assessed her features and she quickly looked away. Victor was new. Max was cautious not suspicious. She needed to relax. Besides, the penetrating beauty of Max’s eyes never failed to captivate her. It wouldn’t do for him to sense sexual awareness in his new recruit.
“Walk with me. I’ve got to check on our reluctant guests.”
Her heart leapt at the unexpected offer. To her knowledge, Victor hadn’t been allowed beyond sublevel four. “Yes, sir.” She tried for a combination of excitement and nervousness, but her tone sounded far too breathless.
Max chuckled. “Don’t worry. I won’t let either of them bite you.” They stepped into the elevator and Max moved in front of the scanner. “Sublevel six.” Facial structure and retinal scans verified his identity and the computer set the car in motion.
She stole another look at Max. He topped Victor by at least six inches, which meant her head would tuck neatly under his chin. Max was sculpted from head to toe with chiseled muscles. Jeans and a tee shirt couldn’t hide his broad shoulders or thick biceps.
“So talk,” he prompted. “I thought you had an idea for me.”
Her mind was filled with all sorts of ideas, but none of them were appropriate to the situation. Gods, the man was delectable, but this wasn’t about sex. She cleared her throat and… the elevator door slid open.
She followed Max into the corridor and a shiver skittered down her spine. Before she could begin her explanation, he spun her toward the wall and bent her arm up behind her back.
“Who the fuck do you work for and what’s your objective!”
Confusion kept her silent for a moment. Was he suspicious of Victor or had he sensed she was a shifter?
Within seconds she was flanked by armed Sentinels, stoically watching the drama unfold.
“I… don’t know what you mean, sir.” She forced her dry throat to swallow, but her tongue wasn’t any more agile for the effort. “Why are you angry with me?”
Max pressed in close. His body heat surrounded her, insidious and soothing. “I can almost picture your eyelashes fluttering, Colette. Return to your natural shape and put your hands on the wall in front of you.”
Seeing no advantage to resisting, she released the shift and flattened her palms against the cold cement wall. He blocked out the rest of the scene with his big body, making her feel isolated and vulnerable. She’d toyed with various ways to draw Max’s attention. This was definitely not what she’d had in mind.
She was supposed to wow him with her skill and prove herself indispensable, not make him think she was a spy!
“At ease, men. I’ve got this.”
“If she needs to be strip-searched, please let me know,” one of the guards said and the other laughed.
“Dismissed.” Max didn’t raise his voice or change position, but his men instantly obeyed. That tone. That deep, imperious snap made her toes curl and her body ache in places she didn’t dare think about. “You’ve been very naughty, Ms. Eldrik.”
“I was only --”
“You don’t have permission to speak.” His hands pressed over hers, the heat of his palms shocking in contrast to the coolness of the wall. “Procedure mandates that I search you.” He slid his hands along her forearms, splaying his fingers to maximize contact.
She shivered, tense and anxious.
“There are only two reasons I can think of for this game.” His hands paused and his scent filled her nose, faintly spicy, utterly masculine. “Either you’re a spy or you’re after something -- personal.”

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