Excerpt of Deadly Promises by Dianna Love, Laura Griffin, Cindy Gerard, Sherrilyn Kenyon

>JUST BAD ENOUGH by Sherrilyn Kenyon and Dianna Love

Jeremy tapped his fingers on his chest. Sleeping would be
nice, and maybe even possible if he could get that kiss
with CeCe off his mind.

as she sleeping? What was she wearing? Anything?

He covered his eyes with his hand, listening to the ceiling
fan swoosh around in a steady rhythm. She’d changed her
mind the minute her brother showed up. That said a lot,
almost as much as the fact she’d been clearly unhappy when
he introduced himself to her brother.

Then the excuse for bailing out of dinner.

He’d been brushed off before. It just hadn’t cut quite so
deeply the other times.

His cell phone vibrated against the nightstand surface. He
stretched across the bed, noted the time on his alarm clock
was after midnight and answered the phone. “Sunn.”

“Jeremy? Did I wake you?”

He knew that sweet voice, but CeCe sounded distressed. “No.
What’s up?”

“I heard a noise in the backyard and...I’m afraid.”

“I’ll be right there.” He shoved the phone between his
shoulder and ear on the way up and yanked on his jeans
lying across the foot of the bed. “Don’t open the door
until you know it’s me.” He hung up and zipped his jeans
then grabbed his Walther P99 from the nightstand, heading
for the sliding door to his back yard.

Cool air trailed behind him when he stepped into the
humidity so thick he could almost carry it. He made a quick
scan around his backyard that was still as a crypt. He
leaped over the fence separating their yards and walked
around until he felt certain nothing alive was nearby.

Before reaching her patio door, he shoved his weapon
between the waistband of his jeans and his back then
tapped.

The curtain inside moved then the door slid open.

He stepped into the dark kitchen and heard her back up a
couple steps. He could just make out her pastel robe-
covered shape from a nightlight glowing in the hallway
behind where she stood. “Are you okay?”

“Not really.”

Jeremy moved forward then paused. “No one is out there.”

“I’m still scared,” she whispered. “Don’t leave me alone.”

The sound of her voice was enough to jack up his pulse, but
he turned rock hard at the plea to stay with her. Good
thing it was dark in here or she’d see how badly he wanted
to take her up on that invitation.

He was worse than a dog.

She wanted comfort and he wanted her.

“Jeremy?” Her voice lowered a notch, husky. Just keep
destroying his restraint with every word.

“Yes?”

“Would you hold me...for a while?” She took a step closer.

How was he going to do that and not touch every inch of
her? His groin throbbed, heavy with desire.

But his conscience kept interfering. “How about if I
promise to keep an eye on your house tonight?” In between
cold showers.

“I’d really rather you stay here...tonight.”

He could smell her fresh shower and sweet feminine scent.
His senses sharpened in the dark, every nerve ending
begging to feel her. The fine hairs along his neck lifted,
warning him of a threat far more dangerous than a felon
with a weapon.

If he held her close right now, she’d know exactly what he
had in mind. Back off while he still could.

“Not a good idea,” he warned on a tired sigh.

“What isn’t a good idea?” She stepped close enough their
toes should be touching. His eyes had adjusted to see her
better. She wore a long silky robe, something pink that
shimmered when she moved. Wavy hair fell loose around her
shoulders. The tiny heart-shaped face turned up to his with
naked longing.

He wasn’t even going to address her last question. “Go to
bed, CeCe, before I do something we’ll both regret. If you
think I can stay here tonight and keep my hands off you,
I’m telling you right now I’m not that damn noble.”

“Fair enough.” She lifted her hands to the front of her
robe and let the sheer material slide off her shoulders to
pool at her feet. “I’m not that innocent.”

He should be dead, because this was either heaven or hell,
depending on what happened next.