ANGELA FELT Ramos stiffen for a moment as if surprised; then he pressed his lips harder against hers and the stubble of his beard roughly brushed her skin. She fleetingly wondered why she would dream that but the thought was swept away by a hot wave of need. Her heart swelled and pounded, racing as wildly as the desire rushing through her.Then...nothing. Wasn’t there more to a kiss?She drew closer, moving her lips against his, wanting that more. He groaned, a deep rich sound expressing satisfaction greater than when he’d eaten the Snickers bar. She automatically slid her free hand up his sculpted chest through the smattering of soft dark hair there then along his neck, relishing the sensual nuances of supple skin, burning heat, and hard man. She threaded her fingers through his silky short hair, sighing with utter pleasure at every sensation. Short?Her eyes snapped open, bringing her fully awake from dreamland. Ramos the warrior she dreamed had long black hair to his shoulders. Thi

“I’M SURE they had help, Otto. Who besides you knew of my plans?” Herrera watched the General’s expression closely as he sipped the creamy smooth scotch. The fifty- year-old Chivas Regal Royal salute had been released to honor a queen’s coronation. It was the best he’d ever tasted and he decided then he’d have the finest liquors to commemorate a Cortes’s return to power.“I’ve given it a great deal of thought since last night. Even asked a number of questions, discreetly, of course,” said the General. Then he shrugged. “And have come up with nothing.”Herrera dug his fangs into his gums. The General had always been a difficult man to read, but something about his confident, suave demeanor wasn’t hitting the right note of innocence. The inept guards following Angela had lost track of her after an attack from the ghost wolf and his men had yet to pick up the trail.The search by ground and air continued, but he’d been unable to sit by the phone any longer. Herrera had taken out all the