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The Fates do enjoy their little amusements.

Storm O'Malley thought she'd always be a beat cop. But when she helped catch a serial murderer, she became a detective and a member of the elite Homicide squad. Now she's got a murder to solve and a new reason to call on the gorgeous professor she met on the Dean case.

The first time Professor Tristan Lisalli met Storm, she was off limits because he couldn't afford to get mixed up in a high-profile case. No supernatural could. Much less a noble of the Sidhe court. But after that case was solved, he'd fully intended to challenge his cousin Pierce with the seduction of a woman—with the seduction of Storm. But now Storm is involved in another high-profile case. A murder again, but with a difference. Treasure.

No fey creature can resist the legendary Medici Chalice of Eros. But if what Tristan suspects is true, then the real treasure is Storm. He thinks she just might be his forever wife—and Pierce's as well.

Excerpt

Apparently she wasn't the only one who wanted to eat him up. Storm frowned as a couple of women stopped in front of the booth, blocking her view of the delicious university professor and causing her aggravation meter to go up a notch--the way it did when she was in uniform and had to deal with a particularly obnoxious drunk.

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind and suppress the unexpected feeling of possessiveness. Get a grip here! She had never fought over a man in her life, and she was not going to start with this one--no matter how many erotic images flitted through her thoughts, and there were plenty of them.

She'd spent more time thinking about her brief encounter with Tristan than she'd ever admit to. She'd even gone so far as to pull up the university catalog to see what classes he taught.

She had not signed up for one of them. Her self-respect demanded that she draw the line somewhere.

Besides, she had a feeling that there were no audit spots available. Hell, there was probably a waiting list--a long, long waiting list of female students who wanted to be dazzled by his...knowledge.

He stood then, saying something to the women so that they turned and glowered at Storm before moving away from the booth. Storm's heart skipped a beat then raced when his smile reached out and stroked her from the inside out, reaching deep and brushing against every erogenous zone she possessed in the process.

"I took the liberty of ordering a glass of wine for you," he said when she got to the table. His hand enclosed hers, not shaking it as she'd intended, but bringing it to his mouth instead and brushing his lips against her knuckles.

For a shimmering instant Storm was dazzled, unable to look away as the golden haze of lust surrounded them both. And then his mouth quirked upward in the same smile that had caused her heart to race when she'd visited him in his office, only here, now, it eased them from staring into each other's eyes into taking their seats.

"Thanks again for being willing to help," Storm said, retreating behind the case before she did something out of character--like suggest they walk on the beach until they found a place where they could make love.

She took a deep breath and corrected herself. Have sex. Let's not confuse fantasy with reality here. Her cunt clenched, not caring what she called it, as long as the ache was soothed.

A waitress appeared next to the table, barely acknowledging Storm as she set their drinks down. Even after Tristan had placed several bills on her tray and told her to keep the change, she lingered, her presence like a crisp fall breeze that clears the air as it passes.

Storm blinked, grateful for the interruption. Of its own accord, her hand covered the necklace Aislinn had given her where it rested under her shirt.

It burned warm and comforting in her palm, but more importantly, the feel of the smooth male faeries holding the crystal somehow grounded her, somehow made her feel...back in control--even if she was still horny.

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