Love in Electric Blue (Westlake Enterprises) (24 page)

“Hold on, now, son.” Thorne held up his hands in surrender. “
That’s
a threat that genuinely scares me. Come on, guys. Let’s let Romeo make an ass of himself without an audience.”

J.D. would have flipped the guys off if Remy hadn’t been watching him so closely. Once they’d gone, he whispered in her ear, “Any reason you’re flashing the entire room with that gorgeous rack?”

She turned into his arms and kissed him right on the mouth. A mark of possession he could feel to his toes. One that might grow embarrassing if she moved away and showed his suddenly too-tight pants.

“I don’t like those women ogling you,” she grumbled and glared at the women smart enough to scurry away. “You’re
my
pretty man.”

“You’re damn right about that.” God, he loved her. “Just don’t let the guys hear that or I’ll never hear the end of it. Although Pretty Man sounds better than Mr. Wizard.” He nuzzled her neck, loving the rosy scent of her shampoo. “I want you all the time. When are you moving in, again?”

“As soon as I can. My lease is done next week. And I’m ready.”

She sounded nervous. He couldn’t have been more pleased. “Ready to be Mrs. Morgan?”

She snorted. “I’ve been ready for that for years. You’re the one nervous about our ‘I dos’.”

He flushed. “Not true.”

She laughed. “If you say so. I think it’s cute that you get lightheaded at the thought of standing in front of our friends in a church.”

“Cut it out.”

She grinned. “You’re just lucky I know how much you love me.”

“How could I not? You saved my life.”

Her mirth faded. “No, you saved mine. I trusted you, really trusted you, and you didn’t let me down. Even better, you didn’t hold it against me.”

“Who says?” he asked and murmured, “We still haven’t quite gotten to your fine ass yet. I’m all good with doggie style, sixty-nines, and your amazing blow jobs. But I’m still waiting to tap that ass.”

“Would you hush.” She slapped a hand over his mouth and turned bright pink. “I wanted to talk to you about something serious.” She sobered. “I love being with you, in all ways. But I still can’t get over almost losing you. I mean, you were in my uncle, a part of him.”

They stared at one another before he said, “You realize that not only sounds impossible, it also sounds a little dirty, and a lot disgusting. Inside your uncle? Really, honey. I don’t swing that way.”

She just stared at him before it hit her. “Oh my God, that’s really gross. I mean, my uncle… I might be sick.” Then she shook her head. “You’re always thinking about sex, aren’t you? I swear, you’re such a guy.”

“Thank you.”

She snickered.

He cleared his throat, needing to know what really bothered her. For the past two weeks, she’d seemed a bit distracted. He knew she loved him. They planned to move in together. And he’d asked her to say “I do” after giving her his mother’s ring. But still, something wasn’t right.

“So, okay. If you’re not nervous about moving in with me, and you’re wearing my ring, then what is it?” He stared down at the square-cut sapphire on her finger. It looked
right
there, and when the light hit it in a certain way, it matched her eyes exactly.

“Something happened, J.D.” She blew out a breath.

He stopped teasing. “What’s wrong? Tell me.”

Amidst the small crowd gathered to celebrate Max and Christine’s engagement, he pulled her into a small alcove overlooking the river. “Remy, talk.”

“I, well, after we merged with my uncle, and then you and I were one, it was so beautiful.”

He remembered the moment as well. “Heaven on earth.”

“Yeah.” She sighed. “We were one. And I loved it. Except, when we came back into ourselves, part of me was…not me.”

“Shit.” She was scaring him. “Your uncle? What happened? Did you get a piece of him stuck with you?”

“No, no.” She drew him down for a kiss. “I’m saying this all wrong. It’s just, I’m a little nervous.”

He gripped her hands tight. “Remy, honey, talk to me. I love you. Just tell me how to fix what’s wrong.”

“I have a piece of you inside me.”

“O-kay. You’re inside me too. It’s all good.” When they merged a lot, as they’d been doing, their energies fluctuated and attached. It just made him feel closer to her and had no lasting effects. Or so he’d thought. “So…?”

“So we’ll have to come up with a name for him.” She took his hand and put it over her belly. “In another eight and a half months.”

It took him a minute to comprehend her meaning, and when he did, he felt dizzy. “Oh my God. A baby? We made a baby?” He couldn’t help his voice rising. He felt dizzy.

“Yes. Far as I can tell.” She glowed with joy. He didn’t have to ask if she was happy about it.

“But how?”

“I’ve been puzzling over that. We made love a few days before we met my uncle. I was on birth control, yet you somehow managed to knock me up. Now you
have
to make an honest woman out of me.”

He stared at her, filled with so much love he didn’t know what to do. He blinked and saw the world awash in electric blue, Remy by his side. His future, his love. His everything. “A baby.”

“A baby.” She nodded.

“Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

“No. Tell me again.” She pulled him close. “And then maybe I’ll show you how much I love
you
after the party.”

“Oh yeah. Show me all night,” he said thickly. “You’re my life, woman. And you know it. You have me wrapped around your little finger.”

She snuggled into his arms. “Shocking, isn’t it?” she said and ran a sizzling finger over his nape.

“Funny.” He paused. “We won’t hurt the baby by doing anything, ah, kinky, will we?”

She sighed. “No. You’re so sweet, even when you don’t try to be.”

He chuckled. “Good. Because I can’t wait to make love again. But first, let’s lay odds on how much the little guy takes after me when he’s born.”

Eight and a half months later, to the day, Drake Remington Morgan joined the world. He didn’t much care for the nurse and doctor who made him cry and jolted them both with a shock. But he soon rested quietly against his mother’s soft breast, basking in the calm blue nimbus that seemed to glow brighter as his parents stared at their son and each other with love.

About the Author

Marie Harte is an avid reader who loves all things paranormal and futuristic. Reading romances since she was twelve, she fell in love with happy endings and knew writing was her calling.

Twenty-plus years later, the Marine Corps, a foray through Information Technology, and children, her dream has finally come true. Marie lives in Georgia with her family and loves hearing from readers.

To read more about Marie, visit
www.marieharte.com
.

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To Hunt a Sainte

© 2010 Marie Harte

Westlake Enterprises, Book 1

Telekinetic Alexandra Sainte is through serving time behind a desk at Buchanan Investigations. She’s more than ready to prove she’s capable of fieldwork, if only her uncle will give her the chance. Tired of waiting, she turns a sudden opportunity into something more.

Her unauthorized raid of a suspected kidnapper’s office goes off without a hitch—mostly—but as she makes her escape, she sees a pair of golden eyes watching her every move. Eyes that spark erotic dreams of a dark stranger taking her in ways that make her blush.

There’s a reason Hunter Greye can’t take his gaze off the sticky-fingered woman he catches ruining his investigation. She fights like a warrior. She bears a striking resemblance to a string of kidnapping victims. And she stirs a wildness within him he thought he’d learned to control a long time ago. She’s a dangerous distraction he can’t afford.

Thrown together in an undercover operation to find the mastermind behind the kidnappings, Alex and Hunter fall in lust, in love, and in danger. Only by trusting each other can they save the girl…and each other.

Warning: Beware psychics with attitude, a killer red dress, a ruthless villain with an angel obsession, and rivals who can’t figure out who’s better on top.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
To Hunt a Sainte:

Despite the glass frame around the closed office door, Hunter needed more than perfect vision to see in the dim light. He took a moment to
focus
,
and the office space brightened. High-quality leather furniture and expensive art decorated Omaney’s space. Photographs of the slick businessman shaking hands with prominent politicians graced the burnt orange walls while a state-of-the-art computer whirred to life on Omaney’s solid-oak desk. Where two masked figures waited.

The arrival of security stopped the intruders’ hasty search. The door burst open, and the largest guard waved a gun at them. “What the hell do you two think you’re doing? Get away from the damned computer, on your knees.”

The guards surrounded them, obviously expecting the masked figures to stop whatever they hell they had planned and kneel on the floor. Clad in black from head to toe, only one of the prowlers looked big enough to successfully engage his opponents. The other was smaller in comparison, a slim figure huddled behind the bigger male. So it came as a surprise to watch the smaller man attack first, taking down the largest guard with a kick to his gun hand and a punch to his neck. The intruder’s partner moved with an efficient grace. He looked as if he spared little more energy than needed to subdue the guards, working in tandem with his companion.

In minutes, all four of Omaney’s sentries sprawled bruised and unconscious on the floor, their guns in a pile on a nearby chair. The intruders had yet to speak. The larger of the two hurried back to the computer desk and plugged in a thumb drive. He typed at the keyboard, then waited, glancing repeatedly at the clock on the wall. The smaller figure remained still, vigilant while he—
or was that she?
—watched the doorway.

Hunter had sensed something odd about the smaller male, and now that he concentrated, he could make out a woman’s form under all that black. She had taken on her attackers with ease, dispatching them quickly. Her large partner had been equally skilled at hand-to-hand combat, and Hunter reevaluated his assessment of the pair, wondering exactly why they sought to invade Omaney’s space. These weren’t ordinary burglars.

Nor was Omaney an ordinary businessman. Due to new evidence Hunter’s team had unearthed a mere week ago, he had no doubt Peter Omaney was involved in their current case. But he didn’t know where these prowlers fit into the equation. It had taken his agency time and exhausting effort to get even a whiff of Omaney’s involvement. The philanthropic businessman was squeaky clean. But obviously someone else knew there was more to Omaney than met the eye.

What the hell had they copied? Hunter needed a bead on the computer, but knew he had little time. Though he’d kept out of the way of the security cameras, these two had activated the motion sensors in Omaney’s office. Even now, others rushed to investigate the warehouse’s silent alarm. He needed to get his ass out of here. Yet…how had these two known to come
here
, to this particular site? Omaney kept this place off the radar.

Unfortunately, nothing about the masked pair seemed familiar.
Running out of time.
He willed them to reveal some important detail as to their identity before he was forced to flee. Westlake Enterprises couldn’t afford to be linked to this break-in, or they’d blow their case.

As if hearing his plea, the man behind the computer did something fairly strange and decidedly stupid. He removed a black glove and placed his hand directly over the keyboard, lightly stroking the keys with his fingertips.

A chill bristled Hunter’s spine, even as he scented the faint trace of extrasensory miasma—a cloying aroma Hunter associated with anything remotely psychic in nature.
Holy shit. Jurek needs to know about this, pronto.

The man placed his hand back in the glove, pulled out and pocketed the memory stick, and turned off the computer. His accomplice tossed him a spray bottle and rag and waited while he wiped the keyboard clean of prints.