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ANNABELLE LEE

An Ellora’s Cave Publication, October 2004

Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

1337 Commerce Drive, #13

Stow, OH 44224

ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-4199-0052-8

Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned):

Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) & HTML

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales

is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

Edited by Pamela Cohen.

Cover art by Syneca

Warning:

The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. Annabelle Lee has been

rated S-ensuous by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-

rotic), and X (X-treme).

S- ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.

E- rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall

word count. In addition, some E-rated titles might contain fantasy material that some readers find

objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated

titles are the most graphic titles we carry; it is common, for instance, for an author to use words such as

“fucking”, “cock”, “pussy”, and such within their work of literature.

X- treme titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Unlike E-rated titles,

stories designated with the letter X tend to contain controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.

ANNABELLE LEE

N.J. Walters

Prologue

“I heard you were hot.” The voice was male, deep, and husky.

Annabelle turned slightly from where she’d been organizing books in the reference section of

the library. The towering shelves filled with hardcover books created a tunnel-like effect,

insulating her from the rest of the library. She could see a tall silhouette at the end of the

darkened aisle. “You shouldn’t be here. The library closed five minutes ago.” She used her

sternest librarian voice, the one that automatically scolded the recipient for breaking library

rules.

The shadow sauntered closer and coalesced into the body of a man. And what a body! Clad

in tight jeans and a white tank shirt that emphasized the rippling muscles in his chest, he was

every woman’s fantasy, but especially hers. The blue material of his jeans clung to his muscular

thighs and accentuated the bulge in the front. He was aroused and making no effort to hide it.

“What can I do for you?” Annabelle asked, her voice prim and business-like. She could feel

the sweat roll down her back, and her nipples were now tight buds against the front of her

summer cotton sundress.

“What do you want to do?” came the tantalizing reply.

Annabelle eyed him up and down as she sauntered a little closer. His was a strong face made

harsh by the desire stamped on it. His brown eyes scorched her with their lustful gaze. Her

fingers itched to reach around his neck and release his long, rich brown hair from its leather

thong. She wanted to sift her fingers through it and rub her face in its softness.

Annabelle stopped in front of him. “You should be fined for breaking library rules.” She ran

her finger up and down the front of his tight shirt, tracing the muscles, feeling them clench

tighter at her touch.

“What’s the penalty?” His voice was a rough whisper in the quiet of the hushed library. His

hands reached to pull her towards him, but she stepped back.

Annabelle Lee

“No. No touching.” Annabelle tapped a finger upon her lips, drawing his gaze to them.

“That’s your penalty.” She removed her wire-rimmed glasses, closed them carefully and placed

them on top of a thick reference book about the mating rituals of animals.

Taking her time, she reached behind her head and pulled out the pins, one at a time, that

confined her long, dark brown hair in a bun. Her dress was drawn tight across her breasts, and

they grew heavy with desire as his lustful stare lingered on them. When the last pin was out, she

laid them next to her glasses and threaded her fingers through her long tresses, letting them fall

softly across her shoulders. She felt powerful and sensual.

“You can look, but you can’t touch.” Casually, she slipped off her loafers and nudged them

aside. He stood as still as a statue before her. Every muscle tensed. Waiting.

She padded towards him, her feet making no sound on the carpet. Clasping one of his hands

in hers, she raised it to her lips and placed a kiss in the center of his palm before positioning it on

the wood shelf to the right. Then she did the same with the other hand and laid it on the opposite

shelf on the left. His hands were slightly rough, the hands of a man who made a living with

them. They were broad with long, thick fingers. Capable hands. The thought of them on her body

sent a shiver of desire down her spine.

“Don’t move,” she ordered as she backed away. He was a large man and with his arms

spread he filled the aisle. If possible, his gaze got even hotter, a mix of annoyance and lust.

“Annabelle.” His jaw was clenched and his voice was harsh. “I want you. Now.”

Annabelle gave him a sultry smile. “If you pay the penalty, you can have me. I’ll make it

worth your while.”

She reached down and in one motion pulled her dress over her head and let it slip to the

floor. His nostrils flared, and his fingers dug into the wood of the shelves, turning his knuckles

white. Annabelle laughed and stroked her cotton-covered breasts with her own hands. As he

watched her, she drew her fingertips over her aroused nipples.

“You can do that later. If you behave.”

“You’re killing me.”

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