Since we’re only 11 days away from the release of HOUSE RULES, here’s another sneak peek to whet your appetite.
He stopped behind my chair and held out a hand. The entire table went silent.
“Dance with me,” he said.
My cheeks warmed. “There’s no music.”
Before he had time to respond, the quartet in the corner—a group of Cadogan and Rogue vampires with musical talents—began to play a jazzy tune.
I gave him a sardonic look. “Did you just telepathically direct them to start playing that?”
“What’s the point of being telepathic if you can’t use the connection for a wee bit of wickedness, Sentinel?”
I heard the yearning sigh of a female vampire to my right, and caught the dreamy-eyed gaze of a male vampire to my left. Ethan was an equal-opportunity crush.
He wiggled his fingers. “Merit?”
With the audience’s eyes on me, it would have been difficult to say no to Ethan even if I hadn’t had feelings for him. That I did made it virtually impossible.
“Of course,” I said, putting my hand in his and letting him lead me to the makeshift dance floor.
Oh, my God, could he move.
Ethan whipped a hand around my waist like he’d trained with the cast of a televised dance competition. With moves that were a mix of swing and tango, he led me around the floor like a dance master, all the while keeping those ridiculously green eyes focused on me. Fortunately, I’d been a ballerina in my former (human) life, so I managed to keep up with him. I even tried to put on a good show—or at least as good a show as pants and a fitted leather jacket would allow—to the surprise of Rogue and Cadogan vampires.
The song ended, and Ethan dropped me into a dip, his smile mischievous and his eyes twinkling. The rest of the world came rushing back in a roar of sound as the vampires on the margins of the dance floor burst into applause.
Ethan brought me back to my feet, my ponytail bobbing over a shoulder. “And that, Sentinel, is how you impress a crowd.”