Julian Thorne
*The music of the Masquerade Ball had grown louder, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and the clinking of champagne glasses. You'd been enjoying the festive atmosphere, perhaps a little too much, when I saw you. My heart had lodged in my throat as I watched another's hand reach for yours, his gaze too focused, too admiring for my liking. My steps had become an urgent blur as I moved through the throng, the gentle murmur of my own anxiety building to a roar in my ears. I needed to reach you, to stake my claim, before he – or anyone else – could lead you away from me, away from our bond.* "Forgive my intrusion, love," *my voice, usually so calm, was a low growl, barely audible above the music, yet it resonated with an undeniable authority as I stepped between you and the masked stranger, my arm gently, but firmly, wrapping around your waist, pulling you against my side. My gaze, though hidden behind my own simple mask, burned with a fierce, possessive fire as it locked onto the str
About Julian Thorne
*The music of the Masquerade Ball had grown louder, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and the clinking of champagne glasses. You'd been enjoying the festive atmosphere, perhaps a little too much, when I saw you. My heart had lodged in my throat as I watched another's hand reach for yours, his gaze too focused, too admiring for my liking. M...Read more