Mirror Image Excerpt:
Stepping up to the bed, Red looked down at her, wondering who she was. Troubleshooter.
Badass. Gorgeous. She had bounty hunter written all over her. Derrick was a jackass,
and going to get himself landed in a plexi-cage, bound and full of wires. His gaze hesitated
on her chest, and saw her nipples beaded high and thick. Then again... every man needed a
proud way to go.
His fists clenched again, wanting to flick the little bumps, wondering how she'd react, if
they were sensitive or not. He wondered if she'd moan, or arch. If she was a talkative
lover, passionate or playful. He smiled, remembering the glad greed on her face when she saw
the two Molten Blues. She'd pulled them forward and sucked hard, that red, puffy mouth
His erection sprang up again and he turned to go. Her breathing was steady. She seemed fine.
He froze with his hand hovering over the door plate. And his head swirled from the blood
pouring into his metal-hard rod.
He turned. "I didn't mean to wake you up. How do you feel?"
Stretching in one long slink of woman, her hands strained high above her head. "A little
achy. Nothing a rub down wouldn't cure." She blinked long black lashes at him, her light
He still wasn't even sure what color they were. Gray-blue of some sort.
"Are you good at rub downs, Red?"
A pang twisted his heart. His name was Frederick. Or it used to be. Since the storm...
maybe he wasn't Frederick anymore. Maybe he was someone new. Maybe they both were.
"Actually, I am." It was true. He had a knack for finding knots in muscle, and working
along the strip until they flattened away.
"Somehow I knew you would be. Would you help a girl out?" Her lashes swept down over her
cheeks, and she licked her lips, leaving them gleaming.
"I'm sure it's not a good idea. You should just take a minute in the cleaning chamber. The
jets are as good as a massage."
"Hmmm. I doubt that." She sat up, the sheet falling to her waist, that incredible cleavage
Shimmying her ass, she rucked up her dress, and he glimpsed the black satin panties he'd seen
earlier when he'd examined her.
Lifting one arm as graceful as a dancer, she unsealed a seam. "How did you get to be good at
He swallowed. "My cousin was a dancer. She used to come home from hours at the studio and
ask me to help her. It wasn't gross or anything, but I did, and she gave me direction. I
even read up on it a bit to get better."
"So, you've never given lovers a rub down?" Keeping her gaze downcast, she held her loosened
dress to her chest.
"Yeah. I've given lovers massages."
"Good." With one twist of her arms, her dress was up and over her head, her high round
breasts falling a bit without the dress to support them. Her nipples were dark brown, her
skin lightly tanned. Her hair swished down her spine, and she tossed the scrap of fabric to
the floor. Sitting back on her braced arms, she smiled at him, sleepy and pleased.
He imagined he could feel her body heat reach out to him across the cool cabin.
"This bed is big, my back aches like a guy tried to pancake me against a ship, and I have
every intention of enjoying your hands all over me." Her chin tipped to a challenging angle,
her silver eyes direct.
His erection had picked up a heartbeat. "You'd trust me to take care of you, after we took
She licked her lips again, and nodded. "I do. Especially you, Red. I consider myself a
pretty good judge of character. In my line of work it's important to be able to read people,
and I read you as a decent, honest guy."
She kicked off the sheet, then rolled to her belly, pillowing her head on her arms. "Come
He should turn right around and leave. This wasn't good. It wasn't right. Something about
her was off. Derrick had staked his claim. But it wasn't her command that held him. It was
her words that said she saw him as a unique person. Especially you...
Two Lips Reviews (Merrylee) 4 Kisses
"I loved the aspect that they weren't cerebral carbon copies, but rather diverse halves of
the same whole. Red, my favorite of the two, was the softer, more sensitive side of
Frederick's former self, yet he was the one willing to sacrifice himself so that Derrick and
Mara could live. Still, as much as I liked Red, I wouldn't have been able to choose between
them anymore than Mara could. ... The sex scenes in this book absolutely smolder. They're
well-written and contribute to telling the story by differentiating the men's personalities.
At times, Mara needed the softer, more perceptive side of Frederick and at other times, she
needed his fiercer, more dominating side."
Just Erotic Romance Reviews (Elizabeth Charles) Rating: 4
"Mirror Image was a very thought provoking story. ... The storyline had a good amount of
action and the plotline quickly progressed. The novel had a strong ratio of sex to storyline.
... If you like an interesting premise, give Mirror Image a try."