I didn't write this, it's by Sherrilyn Kenyon

Grace stepped back, her heart hammering. This wasn't real. It couldn't be real. She was just drunk and delusional. Or she must have whacked her head on the coffee table, and she was unconscious and bleeding to death.

Yes, that was it! That made sense.

At least it made more sense than the deep, humming throb that burned through her body. A throb that begged her to jump this guy's bones.

And they were such nice bones, too.

When you have a fantasy, girl, you definitely go all the way. You must have been working too hard lately. You're starting to take home your patients' dreams.

He reached out for her and cupped her cheeks in his strong hands. Grace couldn't move. All she could do was let him tilt her head up until she looked into penetrating eyes she was sure could reach her soul. They hypnotized her like those of a deadly predator lulling its prey.

She quivered in his embrace.

Then hot, demanding lips covered her own. Grace moaned in response. She'd heard all her life about kisses that made women weak in the knees, but this was the first time she'd experienced one.

Oh, but he felt so good, smelled good, and he tasted even better…