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Author<\/h2>\nAmos Cassidy<\/p>\n
Amos Cassidy is the pen name for Richard Amos and Debbie Cassidy. Amos is a 31 year old Diva and Cassidy a 38 year old mother of three; well, four if you include the husband. A common love of all things Joss Whedon, Urban Fantasy, and a tug of war over Jensen Ackles, brought them together, and one cold February afternoon, over nibbles and coffee, their partnership was born.<\/p>\n
You can find Cassidy hard at work in her fortress of solitude which has eaten up the majority of her garden, and Amos…well he’s still trying to get the invisibility gizmo he got off a friendly alien in exchange for a pair of earphones to work. Funnily enough he hasn’t been seen around much lately…<\/p>\n
They say London is the city that never sleeps. Man, you have no idea\u2026<\/p>\n
A new job, a new life and a new home, Rose has left the pain of the past behind. But if she thinks she\u2019s going to have it easy she\u2019s in for a shock. There\u2019s Roman for starters, a complication with a capital C. With the racing pulses and the x-rated thoughts, she can barely keep it together. And then he decides to drop a bombshell. It\u2019s the domino effect alright, because hot on the heels of his revelation come a few unpleasant ones of her own. Rose discovers that there is a darker side to London, an ancient secret, a world that she belongs to and one that could get her killed.<\/p>\n
Question is, can she keep it together long enough to kick danger\u2019s arse?<\/p>\n
Rose stood in the bedroom doorway, shoulder propped against the doorframe, thumbs tucked into the pockets of her low-rise Levis. She cocked her head, watching Greg\u2019s backside moving back and forth like an overactive piston.<\/p>\n
Had it always been that hairy?<\/p>\n
She cleared her throat. \u201cI guess you\u2019re busy,\u201d she said, \u201cmaybe I should pop back later.\u201d<\/p>\n
The piston halted and Greg practically threw himself off his bed partner as if she were an unwanted hot potato. \u201cFuck! Rose! Fuck!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, I can see that,\u201d Rose said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you\u2026I mean, when did you-\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGet here?\u201d she glanced casually at her wristwatch. \u201cAbout five minutes ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
She noticed him surreptitiously pull the bedspread up to cover his crotch. \u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought I\u2019d surprise you.\u201d She pushed herself off the doorframe sauntering into the room. \u201cI guess I succeeded.\u201d<\/p>\n
A petite five foot four, with the elfin doe-eyed features of a Manga sketch topped with long golden hair, Rose didn\u2019t look like a threat. In fact, she was pretty certain that she would have been cast as the lead in any production of \u2018Legally Blonde\u2019 on looks alone, but the tussled brunette, frozen on the bed, saw something in Rose\u2019s sapphire gaze that galvanised her into action. She shot off the bed making a grab for a pair of lacy red underwear on the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cSit!\u201d Rose said.<\/p>\n
The brunette froze, her fingers mere inches from the lacy garment that would cover her Brazilian-waxed bits. Yeah, Rose wished she\u2019d missed that bit.<\/p>\n
Rose smiled, but it didn\u2019t reach her eyes. \u201cPlease don\u2019t leave on my account. This won\u2019t take more than a minute.\u201d She strode casually to the bedside cabinet on the brunette\u2019s side of the bed, and felt her shrink away. Ignoring her she began to rummage inside.<\/p>\n
Greg pulled on his boxers. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGetting my stuff.\u201d She pulled out a couple of paperbacks, her overnight cosmetics bag and her hardback copy of \u2018The Kama Sutra\u2019. It felt tacky and sticky. Rose cracked it open and frowned. \u201cYou got spunk stains on my book.\u201d She threw the book onto the bed wiping her hands on her jeans. She shoved the rest of her stuff into her backpack, which lay on the floor by the bedside table. Swinging the pack onto her shoulder she headed for the door. She felt Greg behind her, his breath hot on the nape of her neck.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat, so that\u2019s it? You\u2019re just gonna leave?\u201d He made a grab for her shoulder and she shrugged him off.<\/p>\n
\u201cThreesomes are really not my thing,\u201d<\/p>\n
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