"When it comes to authors,we may hide ourselves from others but within our pages, our true souls emerge." - Nicole Hill
"I want a Vampite of my very own. Until I find him, I'll just keep writing him into existence." -Nicole Hill
" I write like people talk. It may not be perfect but it's damn entertaining." - Nicole Hill

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Mixing Business with Pleasure Teaser of A Gentleman's Luck By Nicole Hill

William held his breath as Princess Na-Lisa was  escorted to the elaborately set table in the sitting room of what was the largest suite of rooms he had ever seen. She was wearing the usual female garb for a woman in India. Which meant that all he could see were two of  the most perfectly captivating green eyes he'd ever had the pleasure to look into. He brushed that thought aside. Eyes where the least of his worries. He was going to have to sleep with this woman and wanted to be able to see what was hidden under all of that fabric. “Please at least let her be decent looking.” He sent up into the cosmos.  He sat on his side of the table as she was sitting on her side. They were left alone with the double doors to the massive room closing them in.
The princess looked around for a moment as if making sure they were alone and then reached up to grab the edge of the large cloth covering her head and face. She ripped it off, William sucked in and held his breath. As she tore the covering off of her head, a mass of long glowing straight black hair fell around her shoulders and hung to her waist. Her skin was the color of light honey and suddenly his mouth was dry. Very Dry. He felt like a man in a desert with no water.
She was breathtaking. There was something about her that made him want to reach out and make sure she was real. She picked up her fork and began to eat as if she had no idea that she had just turned him into a complete mumbling fool. William gave himself a mental shake. He was here to do a job. Get in, get it over with and then get out. Besides if it were possible to learn more ways out through the castle, he was going to take the chance. Maybe the princess had a body to go with that face and he could mix business with pleasure. That's what’s expected of him anyway. He thought to himself grinning.