PREVIEW:

“What dost thou seek, Daughter of Eve?” he whispered, and you shivered at the intimacy implied in his low tone.

Then his question finally made it to your brain, and you looked up in surprise.  “Eh?”

The smile he gave you was impish, and he tilted his head to the side, before jutting his chin at the books.  

“Oh…well…” Figuring that he was just an odd employee, you decided to tell him.  “I’m looking for a book of shadows?”

Closing his eyes, he sighed slowly, shivering as if greatly pleasured.  

Despite his beauty something indefinable about him was…just…not right, and you suppressed a shudder.  

When he opened his eyes, his expression was knowing, as if he was aware of everything that you had been thinking and feeling.  Leaning closer, he stretched his arm over your shoulder, pinning you between his body and the bookshelves, though he didn’t touch you.  

As he loomed nearer you begin to shiver, not from fear, but from the intense chill radiating off of his body.  Though he was easily one of the most handsome men that you had ever seen, something elusory repulsed you down deep, in the blood, and in the bone.  Within this frisson of revulsion lay an equally strong sense of attraction, and the ambivalent forces rendered you immobile.  Overwhelmed, you closed your eyes, waiting for…something.