Excerpt of Tempting Fate by Kerrigan Byrne

Gabriel had no frame of reference, but he knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that no sustenance, be it God or manmade, rivaled Felicity Goode in taste or texture. No woman could even hope to compare.

She was too pure for this world. Too soft. Too open. She cared too much and trusted too easily. To kiss her was to glimpse what heaven might be like. To taste her was to sample ambrosia.

And to have her hands roaming his bare skin?

He’d never been a religious man, but he’d found a new goddess to worship. Because someday they’d all be nothing but dust and shadows, but his dust would have mingled with divinity for a moment.

For a kiss.

And that made him something more than any other man alive.

He made no decisions, had no plan of seduction or advancement, but suddenly he’d circled her waist with his hands and lifted her onto the closest workbench without breaking the fusion of their mouths.

Tongues glided together in a wet exploration of a mounting inferno charged with a powerful, intangible element. Something like captured lightning. Electric and wild and unruly.

Her knees parted, and he moved between them. Where he belonged.

Where he yearned to stay.