Taking Time Is Here!
Here’s a taste:
The ballroom erupted in “Happy New Year” and he had an armful of peach-smelling female who’d pressed her mouth to his again. Everything blurred under the sensual onslaught of her mouth. He tunneled his hands through her hair, deepening the kiss for just a second before using a tug of her hair to pull away from her. She looked up at him with lids half-closed and kiss-wet lips and he almost forgot himself.
“I’m sorry. I’ll be right back. I just need to find someone.”
“Lacey Carpenter.” He might as well tell her. Maybe she could help, and he had less than a minute to complete his task. One minute after the stroke of midnight and Lacey Carpenter’s life had to be exchanged for the fate of all those nearby. The rest of her life would be given to provide seconds and minutes of a changed fate for everyone else. Every one of Father Time’s sons had to make this exchange.
He had less than a minute to do so.
The goddess in his arms tilted her head.
Damn, she was beautiful and sexy and he was running out of time. He’d have to freeze time and quickly search all the mortals in the room for identification.
He went to snap his fingers when she murmured, “I’m Lacey.”
Tempus stared at her.
She couldn’t be Lacey. She couldn’t be the woman he was meant to kill.
“No, you can’t be.”