BLURB: Men like Sebastian want only one thing, and Natalie has vowed not to give it to him. Yes, he’s gorgeous, intelligent and heroic, but he’s also a constant reminder that she isn’t good enough for him. Can she outrun a club owner who wants her dead when she’s weighed down by the failures of her past?
His whole life, Sebastian has viewed women one way – as marvelous distractions. But when Natalie enters his life, he’s forced to see the world – and women – in a new light. Teaming with Jett Cestone, they enter a world of sex traffickers to rescue young innocents. But only Natalie can rescue him and give him the one thing his heart needs.
“Aren’t deities supposed to be munificent?” Sebastian asked.
“I’m not a deity. Neither are you. However, I am munificent, in that I haven’t hurt you yet.”
Jett had a powerful aura, true, but Sebastian had a few gifts himself. And an aversion to being pushed around. He lifted his head and looked down his nose at his challenger.
“Stay out of my face, Jett, and there won’t be any need for generosity or subtlety or anything else.”
The harsh line of Jett’s lips bent enough to reveal clenched teeth. “Stay away from my wife.”
Sebastian seldom felt this degree of hostility coming from one person. A side table rocked nearby. No one appeared to notice, except for a man dressed all in black, who steadied it with one finger while looking nonchalantly around the room.
Telekinesis? Really? He had his own, but not to the degree it seemed evident in Jett, almost uncontrollable.
Haven squeezed her husband’s arm. “Enough. You’re not going to ruin this night for me.”
With that, she stalked away, bouncing all that velvety brown hair as she went.
Her marriage to Jett hadn’t been a big society event, just a private ceremony at home, so CNN said. Visually the two made a striking couple. Personality-wise, Sebastian couldn’t see how they’d gotten together. Maybe he’d misjudged Jett. There must be more to the man than a brain for business and a boorish need to control. Still, she was his wife, and Sebastian never crossed that line.
“Careful with that temper,” Sebastian told Jett. “You could wind up with ulcers.”
“And you could wind up—”
Sebastian followed Jett’s line of vision to where Haven stood watching across the room.
“…having a wonderful evening,” Jett finished, before hurrying after her.
Sebastian smiled. Jett’s Achilles heel. And who could blame him? He gave Haven one last look of simple male appreciation and started for the other end of the room.