Jericho (The Jinn Cycle #1)

Never once did Jericho Sullivan, King of the Jinn, suspect a part of him was missing until Annabelle Evergreen - Abe - turns up. A powerful ruler, Jericho learns quickly what he comes to call The First Rule of Mating – It’s not about him, it’s about Abe – what she wants, how she wants it and to hell with the why. That's the secret to his happiness.

Jericho, The Jinn Cycle - Book 1
By Nini Church
Paranormal Romance, Adult

A casual glance over her shoulder revealed a tall male in all his gorgeous glory – roped with hard muscle and handsome beyond words.
Damn, she hoped he had been the one who undressed her!
Color stained her cheeks, but she didn’t turn away, making every effort to also imprint his image in her mind – standing tall and proud in that doorway, his big shadow cutting into the early morning light cascading behind him. He had a sexy, inviting smile with a hint of longing in his incredible intense blue eyes and a tilt to his strong chin demanding attention.
No doubt, he got attention as often as he wanted looking like that.
Truly a beautiful male – straight black hair dusted his broad muscular shoulders, framing his handsome face with thick black brows and true blue eyes. Those deep blue eyes cut to the chase – holding hers for a second or two – as heated flashes of pleasure ran up and down her body. Eyes drifting lower, she followed the line of his strong nose when his mouth captured her attention and she lingered there – his sensuous lips slightly parted and just waiting for her kisses.
Fantasy 101 – in the flesh.
A big male, he stood at least six foot five inches tall with a broad well muscled chest that narrowed at his waist, topping thighs like tree stumps. He wore black – jeans, silk shirt opened to reveal his muscled chest – right down to his big cowboy style boots. An aura of command and power clung to him, yet he appeared casually in control by the hard set of his shoulders and hands loose at his sides – all clear signs this male was a natural born leader.
Well aware she was mooning at him - it was hard not to notice his chiseled features had turned dark and brooding, telling he wasn’t happy to see her.
Shocked and surprised by her intense reaction, a shiver crawled up the back of her neck.
Jericho took note of her shiver and her wet hair, furious that she was out of bed when she clearly wasn't ready. Dark shadows beneath her eyes revealed the effort it had taken her to bathe and come downstairs. Her bare feet startled the hell out of him. “What are you doing up?” His sharp tone demanding an instant answer.
She sighed. Maybe it had all been a part of one of those crazy dreams she’d had, feeling the warmth of his voice tethering her. But, at this moment, he sure didn’t sound soft and soothing – his voice now hard and mean, but worse by far – commanding.
Glancing over her shoulder again – it was all too evident the big male in the doorway gave the orders around here. Right now, he appeared utterly cold – a male who never gave in to emotion – all male all the time.
Yet, he took her breath away - a pleasurable assault on all fronts – visually, mentally and physically.
Mmhmm.
Best eye candy ever.