His Perfect Imperfection by Natasza Waters

April 13, 2016 Spotlight 0

hisperfectimperfection_lrgGenre: Contemporary

Mika rents a quaint cottage on a seaside estate. With a group of amazing friends and her disease in remission, she’s happy. In a world spellbound by beauty, she hides the scars of her disorder beneath baggy clothes.

Perched on a cliff, her mysterious landlord lives alone in a stately glass house, although his home is transparent, there’s no penetrating the blue abyss of Cain’s eyes or the coldness of the striking man who disappears for days at a time.

 

 

 

 

 

SORM Excerpt

“What can be so bad that you won’t tell me why you take the injections?”

She nibbled on her lip considering it. Nope, she couldn’t. “Hey, do you know any other escorts. I mean someone in the bargain basement?”

“That’s not funny,” he said, palming the wall on either side of her.

She blew her hair out of her eye. “I’m not kidding.”

He pressed his nose to hers. “You better be,” he whispered to her. “Or you’ll force me to accept your form.”

Even as drunk as she was, her heart slammed to a halt as his words brushed against her lips. Time slowed to a crawl, and then stopped right along with her pulse. “Are you expensive?” Cain’s gaze heated her to the core. What was she doing? She didn’t have a clue about sex, and her words were getting dangerously close to temptation. At the same time she wondered how much room was on her Visa.

He hesitated, his thumb tracing her cheek. “Very.”

“More than a new laptop?”

He huffed out a laugh. “I should have known you were leading me down the path.” He kissed her nose. “When you trust me, I want to know what your secret is, but I have one more for you.”

“I love secrets,” she whispered, and chuckled like the drunken idiot she was.

“You’re my best friend, did you know that?”

Tears sprang to her eyes as he became lost in the darkness of the hallway. When he reached the other end, he stopped. “Stevie said, ‘Cain, I know you’re in love with my sister.’”

She covered her eyes. “Ooooh, God, she is such an ass. Sorry about that, she reads too many romance novels.” She turned, and then said over her shoulder. “By the way, Jen is waiting for you.”

“What?”

“When we left, her car was still parked in front of the house. My guess…” She wavered and gripped the doorknob. “My guess is she’s naked in your bed, waiting to give you a happy birthday.”

“Seriously?”

She sighed. “Yeah.” Her heart twisted into a tiny knot, but she ignored it. “Have fun.”

“Mika, I would never do that to you.”

He was only a shadow, but even that pulsed with masculinity.

Her policy of always being truthful didn’t include hurting her friends or sharing how much it would hurt her. “I’d be the first one up and dancing at your wedding. Jen’s looking for perfect. Think you’d fit.”

“You forget what I do?”

“You may be a paid fantasy for hundreds of women, but it’s because you’re the man every girl dreams about marrying. Someone will change your mind one day, Cain. I’m one hundred percent sure.”

“What about your dreams?” he asked quietly.

She couldn’t answer his question because her dreams were all about him. “That’s she’s beautiful and makes you happy.” She escaped into her room. Breeze had already made herself comfortable on her bed. “Move over bed hog.”

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SORM About the Author

After majoring in English in her early years, Natasza altered course. A lifelong working relationship with the marine industry began when she became an officer with the Coast Guard.

Crafting stories with pieces snipped from real life and the sea—particularly the West Coast, find its way into plots puddled in action and suspense, with unsung heroes and heroines aplenty. Her bestselling series, A Warrior’s Challenge beginning with Code Name: Ghost has won two R.O.N.E. awards and honors the service members who keep our countries safe, and the strength it takes to love a warrior.
A twenty-four hour day finds Natasza drafting her next novel, networking, and thinking about doing her laundry, but instead, she just buys a new pair of socks. Sleep you say? Not so much!

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