A SEALed Fate, page 11
“You do realize your mine now, right? Signed, sealed and delivered?”
“As long as you acknowledge that you’re still a twat-koala.”
He nodded. “Fair enough.”
“Excellent. Now quiet down. I want a nap before I make you do things to me again.”
Clearing his throat, he pressed a kiss to her temple and whispered, “Still the best I have ever had.”
She tried not to let that go to her head as she finally, gratefully, fell asleep.
The End
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When Nikki wrote her first story in the tenth grade with the help of a pen, three packs of correction tape and a small, completely non-creepy obsession with cowboys, she knew she was destined for greatness. Now if she could just convince everyone else...
Her days were spent guarding her notebooks with her life, and her nights were spent continuing a love affair with insomnia. Eventually, just a bit disgusted with the traditional love story, she took a dive into the deep waters of romance with a not-so-gentle or subtle push by a beloved mentor.
These days she's taken the time to polish what she refers to as her "writing superiority." She hopes that the tales she creates will grab the reader's attention, and make them devoted slaves to her will...er, fans.
If you want to let her know just how absolutely, positively awesome she is, you can always e-mail her at nikkiwinter19@gmail.com, friend her on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/nikkiwinter19, check out her works in progress at nikkiwinter.com, weywardthoughts.com or follow her at @Pyro_Nikki on Twitter.
Nikki’s Other Works
Titles can be found at Are, Amazon and Barnes and Noble:
Mocha Memoirs Press
One Shot Too Many
Talking Dirty
Under The Christmas tree
Self-Published Works
Kiss and Tell
Kiss and Burn
Sweet Series Anthology
What a Bear Wants
What a Bear Needs
Beastly Desires
Beastly Urges (To be released)
Burn for Me
The Sweetest Thing
Beauty and the Barracuda
Vexed (To be released)
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Nyssa unlocked her office door and flicked on the overhead light before hitting the button that would open her window shades and give her an amazing view of Center City Philly. Penn’s Landing was in walking distance from where they were located, and she could see the Benjamin Franklin Bridge along with the pier and the trolley. With a deep breath, she unbuttoned her jacket and slid it off, tossing it carelessly on the love seat to her right.
She walked toward her desk and was reaching for her wireless mouse to wake up her desktop when her leather chair suddenly spun from its wall-facing position and Sansone came into view.
“Motherfucker!”
He smirked and leaned forward, placing his forearms on her desk. “And good morning to you too, sweetness.”
“What are you doing?”
Shrugging, he gave her a nonchalant look. “Nothing, why?”
“Because you’re dwelling in my office like a nocturnal Godfather reject! Jesus Christ, Sunny! What’s wrong with you?” Her heartbeat was thrumming in her ears, and it had nothing to do with the fact he’d scared the hell out of her. It was all due to that goddamn stare. The knowing one he shot her anytime he caught her attempting to do something she had no business doing—like avoiding him.
He hadn’t brushed his hair back today so the caramel curls were a little disheveled, falling adorably around his forehead, ears, and the nape of his neck. He’d foregone a full suit and settled for a tailored, stark white dress-shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, unbuttoned at the top, and tucked into gunmetal gray slacks. As usual, his clothing fit his wide, muscular physique perfectly.
“Nothing’s wrong with me,” Sansone answered in a low tone, blinking up at her. “But you can do me the honor of explaining what’s wrong with you.”
She knew exactly what he meant but it was best to pretend like she didn’t. “I don’t understand—”
“Do. Not,” he cut in, his voice remaining soft and even. “You committed an act of sexual harassment and grand larceny just a few days ago, or are we pretending as though that didn’t happen?”
“Oh, you have to be kidding me with this shit. Sexual harassment?”
Sansone folded his arms across his chest. “You exposed my peter.”
God in heaven…
“Sunny, get out of my office.”
He rested one ankle on the opposite thigh and sat back. “Not until we talk about your little stunt.”
“I don’t want to talk about my little stunt,” Nyssa said between clenched teeth. “As a matter of fact, the whole reason why I haven’t been here is to not talk about my little stunt.”
“Heh.”
She hated that noise! And right now she hated the mouth it had come from.
Nyssa pointed to the door. “Out.”
Standing in one smooth motion that almost made him look ethereal, Sansone walked in a slow gait toward the door.
Placing her hands against her desk, she tried to draw in an inhale that wasn’t jagged and listened to the sound of the door locking and closing. Oxygen was much easier to pull in when he wasn’t invading her space, stealing her sense. Control and rationality had kept her safe all this time but some way, somehow, he’d slipped past both and gotten under her skin in a way no one else ever had.
He was insane but she loved him and his need for expensive hair products. Possibly more than she should’ve, but it wasn’t to be helped. Sansone made her feel like she wasn’t just another position-hungry bitch climbing the ladder—something James had told her—in anticipation of the day when she could find a boy toy and order him about. His looks aside, what was in his heart had attracted her. He was, in all honesty, a genuinely good man. One she could never have, because if they parted, it would kill her. He was steady; he was supposed to be safe. He was supposed to be the one she could trust herself around implicitly but somewhere along the way she’d lost that comfort.
“I think you’ve forgotten exactly whom you’re dealing with, cara.”
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Epilogue
Table of Contents
Prologue
Epilogue
Nikki Winter, A SEALed Fate
