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And "royal" was certainly a good word for him, erit Its profile was sheerjaw, aquiline nose, all covered with that luscious gold-velvet fairy skin She narrowed her eyes, absorbing details Unshaven jaw sculpted by five-o’clock shadow Full mouth Lower lip decadently full Sinfully so, really (Gabby, quit thinking that!)

She inhaled slowly, exhaled softly, holding utterly still, one hand on the roof of her car, the other clutching her keys

It exuded i From this distance she should not have been able to feel the heat frootten a bit dizzy from its exotic scent, but she had As if it were twenty times more potent than any she’d encountered before; a veritable powerhouse of a fairy

She was never going to be able to walk past it Just wasn’t happening Not today There was only so han had exceeded her limits

Stillit hadn’t s It couldn’t hurt to look a little longer

Besides, she reminded herself, she had a duty to surreptitiously observe as much as possible about any unknown fairy specihan women protect the about their ene new information, with sketches when possible, to the enerations greater odds of escaping detection

This one didn’t have the sleekly muscled body of most fairy males, she noted; this one had the body of a warrior Shoulders much too wide to squeeze onto the bench Ar wrists Cut abdo beneath the fabric of its T-shirt each tihs caressed by soft, faded denim

No, not a warrior, shein the dark recesses of herit into focus

More likeah, she had it! Like one of those blacks steel at a scorching forge,massive brawn, yet also capable of the delicacy necessary to craft intricately e pure poith exquisite control

There wasn’t a spare ounce of flesh on it, just rock-hard th that, coupled with its height and breadth, could feel overwhel all that ripplingtiny beads of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, she drew a shaky breath, struggling desperately for objectivity She felt as hot as the forge she could ipounding

Go, Gabby, a faint inner voice warned Go now Hurry

But her inner alarm went off too late At that precise lanced her way

She should have looked away She tried to look away She couldn’t

Its face, full-on, was a work of impossible masculine beauty--exquisite syery--but it was the eyes that got her all tangled up They were ancient eyes, immortal eyes, eyes that had seenin a thousand lifetience, ht in her throat as its gaze dropped down her body, then raked slowly back up--unchained sexuality Black as old sparks

Her asped

But, but, but, a part of her sputtered in protest, it doesn’t have fairy eyes! It can’t be a fairy! They have iridescent eyes Always And if it’s not a fairy, what is it?

Again its gaze slid down her body, this ti unabashedly at the juncture of her thighs Without a shred of self-consciousness, it shifted its hips to gain play in its jeans, reached down, and blatantly adjusted itself

Helplessly, as if , dark hand tugging at the faded denie cupped by the soft, worn fabric For a moe, and she was horrified to feel her own hand clenching She flushed,

Suddenly it went aze locked with hers, eyes narrowing

"Christ," it hissed, surging up froth, "you seeme!"