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eBook Category: Erotica/Science Fiction
eBook Description: One seemingly ordinary evening, Annie Simpson finds an extremely gorgeous (and totally nude) man in her kitchen. When James tells her he's an escaped criminal from three hundred years in the future, she figures he's crazy ... until they're pursued by ray-gun wielding cops from the future. Now they're both running for their lives, and Annie's falling for James in a big way. But how will she feel about James when she discovers ALL his secrets? Rating: Explicit sex, adult language, and violence.

eBook Publisher: New Concepts Publishing, Published: 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2005

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Words: 86989
Reading time: 248-347 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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ISBN: 1586085395

At 6:28 Friday evening, Annie Simpson stood up and stretched, switched off the local news, and wandered out to her kitchen to microwave some leftover spaghetti.

There was a naked man in her kitchen.

Annie let out a strangled shriek and jumped backward as the man turned to face her. She noticed vaguely that he was a startlingly gorgeous specimen of manhood--easily six and a half feet tall, blond and blue-eyed, with a powerful, sculpted musculature like none she had ever seen before in her life. And he was entirely naked.

Unable to help herself, she regarded the more intimate portion of his anatomy and was shocked. Long years ago, at seventeen, she had furtively flipped through a copy of Playgirl her girlfriends had brought to school and been suitably impressed.

But Playgirl had not featured a single man who approached this man's magnificence.

The man took a step toward her. Snapping out of her momentary distraction, she made a leap for the knife block on the counter. Snatching up the largest and most wicked-looking knife, she brandished it at him. "Don't come any closer or I'll--I'll maim you," she warned.

The man regarded her through calm blue eyes. He seemed unimpressed by the huge knife, despite the fact that some of his best attributes were decidedly lacking in protection. "I will not hurt you," he said.

His voice was as gorgeous as the rest of him--deep and gentle and mellow. Aware that she should not be mooning over a clearly deranged stranger, Annie firmly squelched her automatic reaction to the seductive depths of his voice.

"Of course not," she agreed with heavy sarcasm. "You were standing naked as the day you were born in my kitchen, but you don't intend to hurt me. Sure, I believe you. How the hell did you get in here, anyway?"

A corner of his mouth quirked upward. "That would be difficult to explain."

Annie took her eyes off him for an instant and noticed the door that led out to the garage was still closed and locked. The window over the sink looked perfectly intact, too. She'd had the TV turned up pretty loud, as was her habit, and probably wouldn't have heard if he'd smashed the wall with a bulldozer. But everything was still locked tight. She was damned if she could figure out just how he'd broken in.

"Fine. Don't bother to explain," she growled. "I wouldn't want you to strain yourself coming up with a story. But what exactly do you want from me? Dinner?"

To her shock, he nodded. "Dinner would be appreciated, thank you."

Now I know he's crazy, she thought numbly. She waved the knife at him again. "Get the hell out of my house or I'll use this thing, damn it."

"I do not intend to hurt you," he repeated, "but I cannot leave. As you can see, I have no clothes."

"Yeah, I noticed that."

"It would be unwise of me to leave while unclothed."

"You'd probably be arrested for indecent exposure," she agreed. "And wouldn't that be a pity?"

"I need clothing."

She was beginning to suspect he was not really dangerous. The simplicity of his answers was disarming. There was something almost childlike about him, despite his enormous size and obvious maturity. Just some poor lunatic escaped from a hospital, she thought with a pang of pity.

"Why don't you put on the clothes you had on?" she suggested.

"I have no clothing."

Her moment of pity faded, and she began to grow irritated. He was concerned about being picked up by the cops for indecent exposure now, but apparently that hadn't worried him when he broke into her house.

She narrowed her eyes at him, revising her earlier opinion. Maybe he wasn't so harmless after all. Unless he had been wandering around the suburbs stark naked, he must have had clothes on when he came in, and the fact that he had taken them off meant he had plans for her. Plans she had no intention of facilitating by putting down her butcher knife.

"If you don't get the hell out right now," she said through her teeth, "I am going to call the cops."

He gave her a blank stare. "Cops?"

"The police, damn it!"