Excerpt From Tangled Moon
Catherine peeled her hair off her face to see him better. He was beautiful, in an ethereal kind of way. He smelled good too, not that she could name the scent. It was like nothing she could describe. He had long brown hair, tied back, and a trim—obviously—hard body. As if that wasn’t enough, he had a new beard, just scruffy enough to make her lose her way in hopes that he might find it for her.
Then he smiled, and she really was lost. “My pleasure,” he said.
A sense of humor, huh? That was a change from the grumps she came into contact with all day long. She tried to decide where to go with that, but he was a little too beautiful and her brain was taking a vacation.
“Do I know you from somewhere?” she asked, dumbly.
“No,” he said, lips widening into a full out smile. “I would’ve remembered that.”
“Oh.” She smiled back; she couldn’t not. Why couldn’t she have him as her next door neighbor, or even her boss? She might actually want to go to work. She could stuff envelopes all day long if it meant staring at him.
He didn’t say anything else.
He looked like a statue, looming over her there. Was he even breathing?
“Well, sorry,” she said, edging past him. Her heart was hammering. She kept going, forcing herself forward.
Suddenly, her steps slowed, and she stopped altogether. Catherine stood there for a moment, trying to recall herself. It was a lost cause. She turned to see if he was still there, or if he’d mysteriously disappeared into the other-world he’d come through. She didn’t even know why she’d looked back. It was a compulsion, and she was bound to obey it.
Darcy Branwyn 
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