Hot Blood XI: Fatal Attractions [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Michael Garrett & Jeff Gelb
eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description: New Tales of Erotic Horror: Discover what happens in the dark, where secret fantasies and sensual abandon take a dangerous turn, slipping into a terrifying realm of primal fear, treacherous temptations, and fatal attractions. Welcome to the party. Unleash your wildest passions. Surrender to forbidden cravings. And give in to your darkest desires as some of today's hottest masters of the macabre take you to the razor's edge of seduction in this spine tingling collection. Here are eighteen delectably unholy tales of terror that will lift you to the heights of passion ... then send you spiraling into the sinister shadows of human nature, where seduction is just a prelude to unspeakable acts of horror and depravity...
eBook Publisher: E-Reads/E-Reads, Published: 2003
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2007
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He had the most beautiful hands she had ever seen--smooth and soft, and without any of the defects she'd come to associate with men ... with the violence men could do to themselves and others. She'd seen men like that, men in bars or on the bus--their hands, rough and raw, clutching drinks or newspapers. The ragged white scars that crisscrossed knuckles mashed to pulp, evidence of battles won over women or touch football. Skin weathered to the texture of goat hide, hard and rough and permanently tanned. A man's hand, they'd laugh when they caught her staring. And then try to touch her.
Abby pushed the memory away--far, far away where it couldn't do any harm--and took his hand. His wonderful, perfect hand. No scars, no marks, not even a paper cut. No shadow of dirt beneath the trimmed and polished nails. No calluses marring the silken palms. He was a careful man, fastidious ... no, that was too fussy a word and he would have laughed if she'd told him that. He was just--a good man who cared about himself as he would care about her.
She knew that simply by holding his hand.
It was a man's hands, and not his eyes or mind or whatever physical attributes genetics had given him, that revealed his soul. Abby had learned that lesson the hard way.
Hands never changed ... especially the hands of a good man.
And he was a good man.
Abby squeezed his hand softly, to let him know she understood. And kept holding his hand even though a small shudder lifted the hair along her arm. His hand was so cool, so perfect. God, she never wanted to feel the touch of a man's hand against her body more than at that moment.