Capricorn Captured: The Zodiac Club Book 11
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Twelve star signs, four friends, one extraordinary year. All Izzy's looking for is a night of consequence-free fun, but her ice-cool Sagittarian defies his fire sign to deliver more than she's bargained for. Will Izzy allow herself to be diverted from her journey of sexual enlightenment through the zodiac? |
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Excerpt
"Mine's a whiskey. Straight."
Izzy raised an eyebrow. "Really? You know, I don't claim to be an expert in these things, but I believe we're quite a long way from Scotland."
The man smiled again and studied Izzy with a look that she could only interpret as appreciative. The warmth in his eyes sent a little tingle down her spine. For some reason, she experienced a fleeting image of Jack Weston, and she wondered why this guy would remind her of the owner of the dating agency she'd been using for the Zodiac Club experiment. Physically, they had little in common: this man was slight and graying—about fifty, she guessed—while Jack was stockier and probably twenty years younger. But something about his openness and calm strength had taken her right back to Jack in her mind.
"Touché. Have your Manhattan, by all means. But please let me pay for it."
Izzy was far from home, on her own in an intoxicating city, and in any case had a ticket in her hand that meant she'd be leaving soon.
"Why not? I'm here for only a few minutes, anyway."
"That's a shame. Why's that?"
She told him about the night tour she'd booked, and explained that the bus was due to arrive outside this very hotel anytime now.
"It's true I don't know you at all, but you don't strike me as the tourist type. Not in that outfit."
Izzy self-consciously hitched her skirt down the thigh that had somehow hugely overexposed itself on the bar stool.
"Actually, it's for my portfolio."
"Now I'm really interested," he replied and clinked his newly arrived tumbler of whisky against her umbrella-decorated glass. "Artist? Model?"
"Photographer," she corrected and let it hang in the air as she took a long slug of the drink. The alcohol burned the back of her throat, but it felt good, and so did she.
"Listen, I don't want to sound pushy or anything, but I have a pretty good eye for these things myself. And I know my way around here. If you're looking for the best views, maybe you'd consider letting me be your guide?"
Izzy was starting to get used to her new confidence. The Zodiac Club had certainly had a freeing effect on her, and she relished the assurance with which she now felt able to talk to men. The decision was entirely hers. No longer did she allow herself to be swayed by outside influences or even pushed around by her conscience. If she wanted to get to know a guy better, then she was damn well going to go ahead and do it. And this guy definitely fell into the category of "wanting to know better." Izzy hadn't considered the older man too seriously at first, but she was warming to this mysterious stranger with every passing moment.
"That sounds like an intriguing offer," she said, easing the stool a little farther round to face him more directly. "What views have you got in mind?"
He stood slowly and leaned in toward her. He wasn't particularly tall, and his rugged face was about the same height as Izzy's on her stool. She caught a waft of aftershave—something musky and a little rough around the edges—as he whispered in her ear, "You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"
Izzy raised an eyebrow. "Really? You know, I don't claim to be an expert in these things, but I believe we're quite a long way from Scotland."
The man smiled again and studied Izzy with a look that she could only interpret as appreciative. The warmth in his eyes sent a little tingle down her spine. For some reason, she experienced a fleeting image of Jack Weston, and she wondered why this guy would remind her of the owner of the dating agency she'd been using for the Zodiac Club experiment. Physically, they had little in common: this man was slight and graying—about fifty, she guessed—while Jack was stockier and probably twenty years younger. But something about his openness and calm strength had taken her right back to Jack in her mind.
"Touché. Have your Manhattan, by all means. But please let me pay for it."
Izzy was far from home, on her own in an intoxicating city, and in any case had a ticket in her hand that meant she'd be leaving soon.
"Why not? I'm here for only a few minutes, anyway."
"That's a shame. Why's that?"
She told him about the night tour she'd booked, and explained that the bus was due to arrive outside this very hotel anytime now.
"It's true I don't know you at all, but you don't strike me as the tourist type. Not in that outfit."
Izzy self-consciously hitched her skirt down the thigh that had somehow hugely overexposed itself on the bar stool.
"Actually, it's for my portfolio."
"Now I'm really interested," he replied and clinked his newly arrived tumbler of whisky against her umbrella-decorated glass. "Artist? Model?"
"Photographer," she corrected and let it hang in the air as she took a long slug of the drink. The alcohol burned the back of her throat, but it felt good, and so did she.
"Listen, I don't want to sound pushy or anything, but I have a pretty good eye for these things myself. And I know my way around here. If you're looking for the best views, maybe you'd consider letting me be your guide?"
Izzy was starting to get used to her new confidence. The Zodiac Club had certainly had a freeing effect on her, and she relished the assurance with which she now felt able to talk to men. The decision was entirely hers. No longer did she allow herself to be swayed by outside influences or even pushed around by her conscience. If she wanted to get to know a guy better, then she was damn well going to go ahead and do it. And this guy definitely fell into the category of "wanting to know better." Izzy hadn't considered the older man too seriously at first, but she was warming to this mysterious stranger with every passing moment.
"That sounds like an intriguing offer," she said, easing the stool a little farther round to face him more directly. "What views have you got in mind?"
He stood slowly and leaned in toward her. He wasn't particularly tall, and his rugged face was about the same height as Izzy's on her stool. She caught a waft of aftershave—something musky and a little rough around the edges—as he whispered in her ear, "You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"
The Zodiac Club
With one story for each of the twelve horoscope signs of the year, plus a FREE prologue and an epilogue, The Zodiac Club is an unmissable collection of steamy tales.
Don't forget to check out the rest in the complete series.
Don't forget to check out the rest in the complete series.
