The Drakhom Taboo

Tanton Manning was damned if he let a woman like Kate simply walk out of his life. Within ten minutes of their first meeting, he knew he wanted her as sure as the sun rose in the east. Intelligent and feminine, late twenties or so, with looks any man would die for. Hair as smooth as silk…the kind of dark blonde that would be the color of honey if it were a shade darker. Arresting eyes—twin pools of sea-green and long lashes. A straight, delicate nose and deep pink lips so voluptuous they appeared bee-stung. Her heart-shaped face and perfect skin glowed with health. Although she was no taller than five-six or so, her womanly figure made impact, from her shapely legs and leanly curved hips, to her small waist and generous breasts…more than a handful.

She’d worked in his company for four days and each day he’d gone home physically aroused and frustrated. She had started the fire in his flesh and she’d put it out.