Mirro, Mirror: Gladiator by Alice Gaines

Mirror, Mirror: Gladiator

by Alice Gaines Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-631-7

Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes

Series: Mirror, Mirror (Multi-Author)

Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:
Salome Jones has been sent on a forced vacation by her overworked staff. Canticus has been exiled because he won't play nice with the women administrators who oversee the games on his planet. When the two of them end up stuck in the same hotel suite, sparks fly. So do clothes and limbs. Can the two arrive at a solution that will allow them to continue their sexual explorations?
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Mirror, Mirror: Gladiator
Alice Gaines
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Tavoro Sands Resort: "A Feast for the Senses."
"The senses" must mean sore muscles from struggling with luggage. You'd think a place that advertised luxury would have someone to take your bags up to your room.
After years of international business trips, Salome Jones had learned how to travel light, but this time, her staff had packed for her and presented her with the suitcases, the airline tickets, and an ultimatum... "Go on a vacation, or we all quit." Who knew what they'd put in the bags? It all weighed a ton, and she'd had to drag it across the lobby and stuff it into the elevator on her own.
Said elevator continued its climb to the twenty-sixth floor. At least she'd have a good view of the ocean as she contemplated her navel. The gang had informed her, as well, that no business calls or e-mails would receive an answer. The company would putter along without her, and the rest of the staff would get something done for a change.
An insurrection. That's what it was. With a huge IPO for the latest social media site next week, European sunshine futures on the line, and a time bomb on the Yen about to go off, her people had pulled the rug out from under her. She'd note the insubordination in all their performance appraisals the minute she got back. She'd do it now if they hadn't taken her company cell phone away.
She crossed her arms and tapped her foot, but the elevator didn't climb any faster. Instead, she only got an image of herself in the mirrored walls. That, in itself, was pretty weird. With all the sides catching reflections of all the other sides, she seemed caught in a kaleidoscope of herself. An impatient, red-headed woman with the beginnings of wrinkles at a too-young age. A bit on the thin side but tall enough to intimidate most women and a lot of men. Still dressed in the business suit she'd put on probably twenty-four hours before.
The climb to twenty-six slowed -- slowed! -- and then came to a complete stop. She went to push the buttons, but somehow, they'd disappeared. They'd been there before, and now nothing.
"Hello," she shouted. "Can someone hear me?"
No answer. She was probably trapped between floors, but who could tell? She might as well be in a mirrored coffin.
"Hello!" She pounded her palms against the wall. "Help. I'm trapped."
Well, shit. Some vacation. She'd take this out of Jeanne's hide, and when she'd finished with her, she'd chew on Ted for a while. She'd kick Charlie into next Sunday. They worked for her, damn it. She never should have let them talk her into this fucking trip. "Hellooooooooo!"
One wall vanished -- whoosh -- showing the living room of a hotel suite. For a second, she jumped back at the shock, but she recovered quickly and reached out her hand to where the mirror had been. Her fingers met glass. There was still a barrier, just a transparent one. Maybe she could smash through it.
She bent to open one of her bags, searching for something to use as a battering ram. She didn't find anything more lethal than a shoe, but she grabbed that and straightened. She jumped and dropped it at the new sight in the glass.
The image had changed again... the same living room, but now, a man stood just on the other side, staring at her as if she'd surprised him as much as he had her.
Huge and muscular and dressed in the costume of a Roman gladiator. Not exactly that, maybe, but a "skirt" of leather panels exposed his calves, knees, and firm, firm thighs. For armor, he wore a breastplate engraved with some royal crest, but his arms were bare except for golden bracelets that circled his biceps. Those seemed as firm as his legs, and marred here and there with scars. He'd taken some hits with swords or spears, but that did little to diminish his beauty. Gorgeous. A splendid male specimen.
When she finally got around to looking at his face, she found that as wild and appealing as the rest of him. A piercing blue gaze stared back at her with as much interest as she had in him. He wanted her, and her crotch went damp with the knowledge. They had a connection that leaped through the glass barrier.
All the months of working twelve-hour days, seven days a week, took their effect. She hadn't had sex since when? Maybe December when she'd allowed a stranger to take her in the file room during the company holiday party. Mindless and faceless, and hardly satisfying. Sex with this man wouldn't be like that. Once fucked by an animal like him, and you'd stay fucked.
He seemed to sniff the air around him, like a huge cat, smelling his mate. Tawny, ragged hair nearly to his shoulders made him resemble a lion. He might start roaring any minute. If he did, she'd answer.
She leaned into the glass, pressing herself against it in surrender. Her breasts grew heavy and sensitive, and the nipples hardened into points. If she had to, she'd finger herself while she watched him. Maybe, he'd get the idea and pull out his cock so at least they could masturbate together. He had to have a big one. If there was any justice in the world, she'd at least get to watch it, even if she couldn't have it inside her.
Somehow, he reached for her. The glass seemed to melt around his fingers as his hands went through. He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her back into the suite with him. The passage should have hurt, or at least, she should have felt something. Instead, she made an effortless transition from what had been an elevator and then a sort of cell.
Now fully in the room, she went directly into his embrace. Not that she'd had any choice in the matter as he tugged her roughly against him.
"Female," he growled...
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Mirror, Mirror: Nightwing by B.J. McCall

Mirror, Mirror: Nightwing


by B.J. McCall

Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-617-1

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Dark Desire

Series: Mirror, Mirror (Multi-Author)

Length: Hot Flash

Page Count: 29

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Excerpt:

Mirror, Mirror: Nightwing


B.J. McCall

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The elevator doors slid open revealing a mirrored car. Eva stepped inside the vacant car and saw her myriad reflections. She touched the button for the Skye Lounge, the doors closed and the car began to rise. Eva dug her lipstick out of her purse and looked into the mirror to her right.



Startled, she jumped back and dropped the lipstick. Instead of her own reflection, she saw him. But that was impossible.



Intense blue eyes stared back at her. Eyes she'd seen only once, but they had haunted her dreams for months.



But she wasn't dreaming. She glanced around saw her reflection all around her, but not him. She snapped her head around and faced the mirror before her.



He reached out, but his open palms were spread before him as if his hands touched glass. His lips moved, but Eva couldn't hear him.



Doubting her sanity, she closed her eyes and counted to ten.



She opened her eyes. Eva's breath caught and her heart pounded. He was still there, a beautiful blond, naked Adonis suspended in infinite darkness broken by a splash of distant stars.



His hair had been short when he'd been laid to rest, but now it was beach-bum long. Behind him, something moved. Eva blinked. It couldn't be!



Wings! He had wings with long, dark feathers. She'd seen them before, knew how soft they felt against her skin.



Her blood heated and raw need throbbed deep inside her. Her dark angel had come to claim her and she wanted to be with him. She wanted to feel the rapture.



Eva closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and opened them. He was still there. Blue eyes. Golden hair. Black wings. Hallucinating or dreaming? Eva had no idea what was happening, but she didn't care. Nothing mattered, but him.



She reached out. Her hand slid through what once was a mirror, but was now a clear thin barrier that was thicker than water.



Their palms met and their fingers clasped. She felt the warmth of his hand, the strength of muscle and bone.



He tightened his grip on her hand and snapped his wings. Eva floated up. Her purse slid off her shoulder, her money, credit cards and identification, all the trappings of her worldly existence going with it, but Eva didn't care.



Her heart pounded, but not in fear as the dark angel drew her through the mirror and into his world. As she passed through the barrier her clothing vanished. He embraced her, skin touched skin and hearts beat as one. His warmth and strength surrounded her and just like in her dreams a feeling of utter bliss bloomed in her chest.



A wave of need rolled through her and she gripped his shoulders. She gasped as the fire of passion licked her veins.



He cupped her chin and tilted her head back. Their gazes met. His eyes were blazing, lit by a brilliant fire and Eva knew. This was meant to be. They were meant to be.



Eva closed her eyes and her breath caught as his lips touched hers. Her lips parted and his tongue, tasting of cinnamon, slid inside her mouth. Hot and powerful, his mouth devoured hers, his tongue delving and retreating. He caressed her back and cupped her butt, pulling her tight against him. His erection, hot and hard, pressed against her belly.



Her breathing quickened and her body burned...

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Mirror Mirror: Mine for Keeps by Kate Hill

Mirror, Mirror: Mine For Keeps

by Kate Hill Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-628-7

Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes

Theme(s): Vampires, Gay and Lesbian

Series: Mirror, Mirror (Multi-Author)

Length: Hot Flash

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Ricky, a modern-day vampire, visits the singles resort on the anniversary of his meeting with his deceased lover, Simon. The elevator mirror shows him a medieval landscape with a handsome knight riding toward him from the distance. Overcome by the surprise of seeing his lover again, he tumbles through the mirror and into the past where he and Simon share a night of exquisite sex. Ricky has the chance to prevent his lover from entering an affair with the insane vampire who eventually destroys him, but will Simon choose a gentle school teacher over a vampire warrior?
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Mirror, Mirror: Mine For Keeps
Kate Hill
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Even the cheerful view of guests enjoying the hotel's pool surrounded by lush vegetation and exquisite flowers couldn't penetrate Ricky's sadness. Gazing out the window near his table in one of the hotel restaurants, he thought he should have cancelled this trip. Yet he and Simon had planned it for months and as a tribute to his late beloved, Ricky had decided to go.
Though Tavoro Sands Resort catered to singles, Ricky and Simon had decided to spend their anniversary here. Three years ago today they had met at this hotel.
A faint, sad smile touched Ricky's mouth. Meeting Simon had been the most memorable moment of his life, and the years that followed were happier than he'd ever imagined. He still couldn't believe Simon was gone. When he'd fallen in love with a nine hundred year old vampire, he'd foolishly thought they'd have a long life together.
Simon had warned him about the dangers surrounding him, not only from those who hunted his kind but from other vampires -- one in particular whose twisted obsession had destroyed the partners' happiness.
A shudder coursed through Ricky and he closed his eyes, as if trying to shut out the memory of Simon's murder. Even now he could feel Simon's blood on his hands. He could smell it. In the past the scent of his lover's blood had aroused him and stirred his hunger, but on that horrible night the fatal wound had released a crimson torrent that had overpowered Ricky, turning euphoria to horror. He'd seen the spark of life disappear in Simon's eyes, replaced by the emptiness of death.
So many times he'd looked into those beautiful blue eyes and felt joy, amusement, sometimes anger but always love. Always.
Now Simon was dead.
Curling his lip in anger, Ricky repressed an animalistic growl of pain and rage. The last thing he wanted was to call attention to himself. He finished his glass of wine in a single gulp, then left the restaurant, trying to ignore the sight of couples flirting at tables or pressed close on the dance floor.
On the night he and Simon had met, they'd eaten here and danced. Then Ricky had invited Simon to his room. At the time it had been the best damn sex of his life, and Simon hadn't even bitten him yet. He recalled the touch of his lover's long-fingered hands on his body and the way Simon's calloused palms had felt cupping his balls and stroking his cock.
Ricky's heartbeat quickened at the memory of making love with Simon. He could almost feel his lover's warm, wet mouth engulfing his cock head and his skilled tongue teasing the underside with feathery licks. His cock swelled uncomfortably in his snug jeans. Torn between arousal and utter sadness at his loss, Ricky walked faster toward the elevator. He brushed past a man and a woman who were too busy gazing at each other to realize they blocked the corridor.
"Hey, watch it," snapped the man.
Ignoring him, Ricky stepped into the elevator. As the door slid shut, he heard the guy mutter, "Asshole."
What did they or anyone else care about Ricky's grief? His family had never really bothered to get to know Simon; and his friends, though well meaning, didn't fully comprehend the depth of his loss. He realized they were trying to be supportive when they said he needed to get out and live his life, but that wasn't easy when he'd planned that life with a partner. He wondered how quickly they'd recover if it was their mate who'd been murdered. Only Brenda, his closest friend since college, seemed to understand his feelings. She had even encouraged him to follow through with the trip to Fiji.
"Maybe you need to do it," she'd said. "Everybody handles death in their own way. Do what you feel in your heart and don't let anyone tell you how you should feel or what you should do."
Well, he'd done what he'd felt in his heart. Now he regretted it.
The elevator stopped, but the door didn't open. For the first time since he'd stepped inside, Ricky glanced up from his shoes, and took a step back. He'd been in the elevator before and knew the mirror was there, but this time instead of his own reflection in the glass, he saw the image of a field at sunset. Trees scattered over the grass and a river ran toward a castle in the distance.
"What the hell?" he murmured and reached out. His hand touched hard glass and he would have sighed with relief if the picture hadn't started moving. Or at least a horse and rider started moving. The handsome brown stud carried an even more magnificent stud astride him. His muscular legs hugged the saddle and his long brown hair whipped in the wind. They galloped from the castle toward the river and as they neared, Ricky nearly stopped breathing.
He'd know that ruggedly handsome face anywhere.
"Simon?" He instinctively stepped toward the mirror... and tumbled to the grass.
The object of his passion had already dismounted by the river. His head snapped toward Ricky and his brow furrowed in surprise.
"Simon?" he repeated, his voice scarcely a whisper...

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Mirror, Mirror: Shadowed Glass by Elizabeth Jewell

Mirror, Mirror: Shadowed Glass

by Elizabeth Jewell Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-599-0

Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes

Theme(s): Vampires, Gay and Lesbian

Series: Mirror, Mirror (Multi-Author)

Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:

Vampire Olav hasn't seen his lover, Rig, in centuries... until he looks in the Mirror.
Olav, a vampire, is at a business meeting in Fiji when he sees a strange, wooded landscape in the mirror in an elevator. The mirror draws him through, and he finds himself face-to-face with Rig, the only man he's ever loved, who disappeared hundreds of years before.
Rig has been in the wasteland behind the mirror for centuries, being punished by a man he wronged in his former life. Will Olav's love be enough to free him from eternal torment?

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Mirror, Mirror: Shadowed Glass
Elizabeth Jewell
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Olav was tired. Not so much in the physical sense -- vampires didn't really suffer from weariness except in cases of extreme duress. No, this was more a mental tired. Or maybe emotional. Either way, he couldn't say he was enjoying it.
For most people suffering from unspecified existential fatigue, a business trip to the Tavoro Sands Resort in Fiji would be a welcome distraction. For Olav, it was just another trip where he'd have to make excuses about for avoiding the beach.
Straightening his tie, he gave a practiced sigh as he waited for the elevator. After four hundred years, he was a natural at fake breathing. He'd worked at the Brinks and Anderson law firm for three years now, and no one suspected he was anything but human.
In fact, no one had suspected he was anything but human for a long time. He didn't hang out with other vampires, though he could have. Finding a local cadre guaranteed certain social advantages as well as better access to decent food. But the truth of the matter was, he just didn't care. He hadn't cared in a very long time.
The elevator door slid open, and he stepped in. The soft sound of the doors sliding shut reminded him of something. He wasn't certain what; the sensation lingered just at the edge of his consciousness, like something glimpsed out of the corner of his eye.
Snow, he thought, and then, Rig.
God. Rig. He hadn't thought about Rig in decades -- centuries, even. In fact, he had actively not thought about Rig, and the mere drift of the name across his consciousness felt like a fist to his gut.
He was alone on the elevator. Without really thinking about it, he reached out and pushed the emergency stop button. Like everything else at the resort, it was well maintained and designed for comfort.
Rig. Olav had loved Rig at a time when he'd been certain he was incapable of any kind of emotion at all. Maybe that was why Olav had suddenly thought of him. Because right now Olav felt every bit as empty as he had then. Just as numb. Just as lost. Just as broken.
He turned to put his back against the elevator door, facing the mirrored back wall. He was glad he was alone. The shifting and jostling it would have taken to keep another occupant of the elevator from noting the strange muddiness of his reflection was more than he wanted to deal with at the moment. Or, for that matter, ever.
Rig. Strong, powerful, forged of ice and fire, with hands so big they had engulfed Olav's face whenever Rig kissed him. A warrior, born when Olav had been but a fledgling, and Rig had been his first eternal companion.
It should have been that way, anyway. But Rig had just disappeared one day with no explanation, no warning, and nothing left behind but a dull, aching hole in Olav's memory.
Where moments before Olav had felt nothing, now suddenly the memory of emotion threatened to overwhelm him. He felt tears gathering along the edges of his eyes. Why was he remembering this now? He stared at the muddled reflection he cast back from the mirror, his features and clothing reduced to something like a smeared watercolor. After all these years, he didn't even know for certain what he looked like.
Then, as he stared, willing the blurred shapes to resolve into something he could make sense of, the surface of the mirror began to change.
It was a strange effect, like nothing he'd ever seen before. If it resembled anything, it was like looking through ice to see the fish still swimming below. Only he didn't see fish.
He saw trees. Not waving, kelpy fronds like one might see at the bottom of an iced-over pond, but sturdy evergreens. Snow lay in piles between them, and suddenly he could almost hear the raucous singing from the alehouse, hear the boasting warriors and the songs of the skalds.
Almost, almost, he could hear home.

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Mirror, Mirror: Scent of Love by J. Hali Steele

Mirror, Mirror: Scent of Love
by J. Hali Steele
Cover art: Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-590-7
Genre(s): Paranormal, Hot Flashes
Theme(s): Cougar
Series: Mirror, Mirror (Multi-Author)
Length: Hot Flash
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Blurb:
Sheila Jones is an average middle-aged woman who never dreamed of being a guest at an exclusive, private spa, or of having the ménage she always fantasized about. Nor did she expect to bump into the man of her dreams. But she does... and he's half her age.

Farrow Kincaid is rich, young and spoiled. Little did he know his arrogance would throw him into a realm of magic where the only woman who could save him had every reason not to.

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Mirror, Mirror: Scent of Love
J. Hali Steele
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The distinguished looking gentleman held the thin card she'd spritzed with French perfume to his nose, and smiled with a glint in his mysterious eyes. "Perfect. I'll take it," he said. Sheila Jones loved his sexy, dark gray eyes, and she could have tumbled headlong into them.
Until she saw Farrow Kincaid. As usual, there was a beautiful, young girl on his arm. Miles' Department Store held an account in his wealthy family's name, and Farrow had taken to coming in every week with his newest conquest. He'd barely noticed Sheila each time he'd waltzed up to the counter and bought his escort a bottle of expensive perfume. What will it be today?
His form fitting gray T-shirt couldn't disguise his athletic build; the jeans did nothing to conceal thigh muscles that bunched with each step he took toward the counter. Her cheeks grew warm as she made a futile attempt to pull her eyes away from the glorious bulge at his crotch. Cream slid into her panties as she envisioned the wet head of his cock slipping into her pussy. A dream she'd inexplicably had for months now. Mentally shaking herself, she refocused on the gentleman at the counter. "Would you like it gift-wrapped, sir?"
Before the man answered, the pink box was swiped from the counter by the girl on young Kincaid's arm. "This is it. It's the one I want."
"Then it's yours, baby." Farrow's deep blue eyes peered in the girl's direction.
Sheila watched him rake a slender hand through his perfectly styled black hair, wondering how it would feel tangled in hers. His lips curved into a smile that made her body tremble. What havoc those lips could create on... Get a grip! "Sorry, it's the last one. Our new shipment arrives tomorrow."
The girlfriend whined like a banshee. "Farrow, make her give it to me!"
Sheila reached for the box and pulled it from the girl's hand. "We'll have more tomorrow."
Farrow wedged between the banshee and the gentleman and, reaching across the glass case, he gently peeled Sheila's fingers from around the box. Without making eye contact with her, he looked at the man. "Pops, do you mind if I take it?" He nodded with a smile in the direction of the pretty girl. "I'm sure you understand." Finally, he glanced at Sheila, who stared back with her mouth open. "Order it for him, charge it to the Kincaid account, and we're all good here, right?"
"Excuse me..." The insolent little prick! Actually, that was the only part of him that wasn't little. The type of girls he paraded around showcased his pea-sized brain though, and the fact he only thought with one head -- the swollen one belonging to his cock. Ooh, she was mad as hell. Madder than she should have been because for months now she'd wanted that prick and his cock. What was it about him? It certainly wasn't his manners that attracted her.
The older man stopped her. "One day won't matter." His hair, a little long, was dark, feathered throughout with gray.
Sheila didn't understand why she wanted to run her fingers through it. "I'll take your number and call you the minute our shipment arrives."
"There's no hurry."
What was happening to her? Two men, as different as night and day, stood in front of the glass counter. One was older, mysterious-looking, and if Farrow hadn't walked up, their conversation might have ended differently. Farrow was a jaw-dropping, gorgeous young jackass. Her body went all wonky. Shit, maybe she was going through the change or something. At this rate, she'd need to go to the lingerie department and buy new panties. Standing there, staring back and forth at both men, Sheila had an orgasm. The seat of the underwear she wore grew warm, sticky. Good lord! She couldn't get the charge slip for Farrow's signature to print fast enough.
Returning the pen, his fingers lingered on hers. "Bet you'd be hot in the sack."
"You... you arrogant bastard!"
Farrow strolled off, leaving his young lady at the counter. Her brown eyes shot daggers at Sheila before she stalked off.
Sheila jumped at the sound of the gentleman's voice. "Ahh, youth. So misspent on the young." He touched her hand and said, "No need to call. I'll have someone pick it up." Now his eyes appeared black. He gazed at her before he handed her a business card. "Don't be afraid to embrace life."
The phone buzzed and pulled her attention away; when she looked back, he was gone. Sheila read the card, absently rubbing the tingling spot where the man had touched her hand. Tavoro Sands Resort, Suva City, Fiji. Beneath that was printed a name: Mr. Obsidian. When she turned the expensive card over, there were three words: At Your Service, followed by a phone number.
"I'm not afraid."
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Mirror, Mirror: Enchanted by Anne Kane

Mirror, Mirror: Enchanted


by Anne Kane

Cover art: Reneé George

ISBN: 978-1-60521-569-3

Genre(s): Paranormal

Theme(s): Magic and Mayhem

Series: Mirror, Mirror (Multi-Author)

Length: Hot Flash

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Blurb:
Kaylee goes to the famous singles resort looking for love, and is disappointed when all she finds are men with egos the size of her shoe closet. But when she gets into an elevator and finds a sexy hunk trapped in an enchanted mirror, she gets sucked into a whole other dimension where true love is the key to happiness.

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Mirror, Mirror: Enchanted


Anne Kane

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Copyright ©2011 Anne Kane

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Kaylee stalked into the elevator and punched the button for the fifth floor. "The only thing memorable about the men in this damn place is their egos. The asshole actually expected me to pick up the tab for dinner!" She realized she was talking to herself, but she was too pissed to care. "And he never shut up! Two freaking hours and I don't think I got six words in edgewise."

She turned to glare at the far wall. The male pictured in the mirrored elevator wall stared back at her with a sympathetic smile on his lips. Damn guy looked almost alive. Pity she couldn't trade him for one of the self-important fools wandering around the resort. She'd come to the Tavoro Sands Singles Resort on a whim, and it was starting to look like a bad one.



"Now you're more to my taste." She smirked at the picture. "Tall, dark and silent!" Snorting at her own wit, she studied the man in the mirror. He topped six feet, with dark wavy hair held back from his face with a strip of leather, and deep blue eyes that sparkled with life. Bared to the waist, his wide shoulders and muscular chest narrowed to lean hips covered by worn jeans that just begged to be removed.



Kaylee licked her lips. Judging by the size of the bulge in the front of those jeans, he could keep her entertained for hours without opening his mouth once. Now why couldn't he have been the one to take her out to dinner this evening? Oh right, he wasn't real!



She reached up and laid the palm of her hand on the man's reflected chest. Warmth radiated from the firm flesh. Kaylee blinked. Warmth? Firm flesh? What the hell? She tried to pull her hand back, but it didn't budge. She watched in disbelief. Her hand sunk into the surface of the glass as the man took a slow step backward.



She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. A blinding flash of light dazed her. A strange slurping sound filled her ears. Despite her resistance, she realized she was being relentlessly sucked right through the mirror. Snapping her mouth shut, she tilted her head to stare up at the man now standing in front of her.



He really was a man, not a picture. And he really was tall. The corners of his mouth tilted up in a tentative smile, and Kaylee found herself returning it. This couldn't be happening. Maybe she'd had more to drink with dinner than she'd thought. She waited for him to say something, but he just kept looking at her. Odd. "Am I in the mirror now, too?" The man nodded. "You can't speak?" Talk about a dream come true!



The man shrugged and reached out, his gaze fixating on her lips as he leaned forward to trace them with his finger. Kaylee found herself fascinated with his mute admiration. She opened her lips and nipped the tip of his finger. Giggling at the startled expression on his face, she ran her tongue down the length of his finger in a sensual caress.



His eyes sparkled with lust and he took her hand, turning to lead her away from the reflection of the elevator. Kaylee resisted for a moment, looking back. Shouldn't she make an effort to return to her own side of the mirror? And yet, fire raced through her at the man's touch, and the thought of returning to the boring males available back at the resort didn't thrill her.



"Come." He whispered the word softly, his voice low and sexy.


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