Object of Desire

Object of Desire

by Portia Da Costa

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Overview

See him, want him… love him?

Doctor Nathaniel Gowen is a hunk, and when he puts his godlike body through a series of graceful Tai Chi moves outside in their communal garden, Sylvia Bradford can't help but desire him. He's everything she's ever wanted in a man.

There's just one problem though. She's never spoken to him beyond saying 'hello' and she's having difficulty coming up with an opening gambit.

But while Sylvia's busy working out how to make the first move, and get to know the gorgeous academic, Doctor Gowen himself comes knocking at her door. Does he really want to borrow a cup of sugar? Or is it something quite different, and a lot hotter, that he's after?

Object of Desire is a quick, hot read of about 7000 words, coupled with an 800 excerpt of the novel Lessons and Lovers

Object of Desire was previously published by Total-e-Bound.

 

Product Details

BN ID: 2940148957928
Publisher: Portia Da Costa
Publication date: 11/12/2013
Sold by: Draft2Digital
Format: NOOK Book
Sales rank: 1,065,135
File size: 288 KB

About the Author

Portia Da Costa is a multi-published and award-winning British author of romance, erotic romance and romantic fiction. Her novels have been published in the US, the UK, and across the world, and translated into many languages including German, Spanish, Italian, Dutch, Norwegian and Japanese. Best known for her ten novels for the pioneering British publisher Black Lace, she has gained high praise and a strong reader following for her intense, sensual, character-driven fiction and the vivid emotional depth of her novels and stories. She enjoys writing books with contemporary, paranormal and occasionally futuristic settings, and has also written some historical-themed short fiction.Portia has been writing for publication since 1990, and has had over twenty novels, for Black Lace and also for houses such as Scarlet, Heartline, X Libris, Headline Liaison, Ellora’s Cave and Phaze. She has also had over 100 short stories published, and she has contributed to many different short story anthologies and women’s magazines.Portia lives in the heart of West Yorkshire, UK, with her husband and her cats. When she’s not writing she enjoys reading, watching TV and movies, web design, blogging and online life in general. She was formerly a librarian and has also worked in local government.

Read an Excerpt

Look at him! Look at him! Isn't he just glorious?

Lurking behind my curtain, I stare down into the communal garden below, feasting my eyes on the sight of my new upstairs neighbour, as he glides like a dark ghost through his slow Tai Chi ritual. He's tall. He's massive. Like a giant clad all in black ... and yet he's so light in the way he moves that he almost seems to float above the tiny patch of lawn.

His name is Nathaniel Gowen and he's just exactly what I need i.e. he's a big, beautiful, intelligent, grown-up man. He's the perfect antidote to Danny, my most recent ex, whose slavish devotion to his Playstation, Man U, and his latest ring-tone were quite endearing at first, but quickly degenerated to downright infantile.

Gilded by the lowering evening sunlight, Nathaniel Gowen's movements, down in the garden, are stylised and hypnotic. His feet are bare, with long toes that flex against the grass, and every now and again, he closes his eyes as if he's in ecstasy. I don't know how old he is, but he's a good deal older than I am, I guess. Mid forties, probably ... But he's in his prime and super-fit in every sense.

The building's rumour mill says that he's actually 'Doctor Gowen', a military historian, lecturer and analyst. But there's a presence about that imposing six feet plus physique of his that says he could well have been a serving soldier before he hit the books.

My stomach quivers and I crumple a fold of curtain in my sweaty fist. The pressure shoots a tiny niggle of discomfort through my wrist, but I ignore it. I'm too busy picturing Nathaniel Gowen as SAS, or a Marine, or some other Special Forces operative. Totally hardcore and ruthless.Unrelenting in his determination and driven by a sort of steely single-mindedness never goes away ... He might be a Tai Chi practising academic these days, but somewhere in the heart of him, he's still a deadly human warrior.

Even as I ogle him, he pauses, balanced on one leg without the slightest sign of effort, and cocks his close cropped greying head on one side. I retreat a step, full of the impression that he's listening to my thoughts.

But why would he be?

He's barely even noticed me around the building, as far as I know, and even if he has registered my existence on any meaningful level, he probably doesn't actually know which flat is mine. We've exchanged nothing more than an amiable "hello" or "lovely day" in passing, in the lobby or the laundry room. He's favoured me with a wide, white killer smile once or twice, but I seriously doubt that he even knows my name.

But I know yours, Doctor Nathaniel Gowen! And I want far more than just a gorgeous, but impersonal smile from you ... Far more ...

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