Sweet Evangelline – First Excerpt

Here is the first excerpt for my paranormal erotic romance featuring Eric McCallister-Austin Firefighter

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Link for the book – http://sablehunter.com/sweetevangeline.html

Excerpt One
Eric arrived at the UNSUNG HEROES benefit fashionably late. Jessica loved to make an entrance. They had argued and just as soon as this night was over, so were they. She had begged him to be civil, at least until she get her picture in the paper with him. Jessica loved making the social page. As soon as they walked through the door, Jessica headed for the ladies room for one last look at herself before she faced the crowd. Eric didn’t need to inspect his looks; he knew he had circles under his eyes and that he needed a hair-cut. He also knew that he had balked on the dress code. But he was dressed up, for Eric. A tuxedo was not his style, but he had on black denim dress pants, a black form fitting shirt, black boots and a black tie. His longish, curly blond hair stood out in stark contrast to his golden brown skin, dark green eyes and all of that tight black material stretched over his body like a second skin.
His eyes scanned the crowd, the ladies were acting funny. And they were all looking at him. It wouldn’t take much for some of them to actually drool. Even scarier, some of the were flushed, looking at him as if he were the last hot dog at the Fourth of July picnic. He enjoyed the attention of women, but this was ridiculous. Maybe they had gotten a copy of that silly calendar. Mr. July! As he was about to enter the ballroom, Rex Hawthorne an old buddy, passed by with his wife Tammy.
“Been modeling long, Eric?” Rex asked with a shit-eating grin on his face. Tammy’s eyes raked him up and down and when Rex realized what his wife was doing, he quickly pulled her in the opposite direction.
That damn Firemen’s beefcake calendar would be the death of him.
Eric moved on, hating the fact that his friends were talking about him and every woman in sight was giving him all kinds of intense and hungry looks. He knew he had said that this kind of attention was what he wanted – but he wanted it from only one woman – not hundreds. Had somebody put that new women’s Viagra in the punchbowl? Rex needed to go home and satisfy his wife. Seeing Jessica returning, he cut Rex some slack. Who was he to talk?
They entered the ornate showroom, jam-packed with people holding martini’s and eating little nothing sandwiches that were made of cucumber slices and bean sprouts. Everyone seemed to be congregated at one end of the room – looking at something that seemed to be the center of attention. “Eric, please – at least smile. Everyone is looking at us. I told you, I was sorry.” Eric ignored her.
When the people realized that it was Eric McAllister making his way to the center of the room, the crowd parted like the waters of the Red Sea at the raised hand of Moses. Strangely, Eric realized that they were all looking straight at him. He pulled his arm from Jessica’s grasp, looked to the left and to the right, trying to figure out what was going on. Was his fly unzipped? He refused to look down, but then he looked straight ahead. And what he saw made him nearly swallow his own tongue.
What the crap!?!

Arabella and Jade were watching the crowd. Austin was Jade’s hometown. He was having a great time, reconnecting, people watching, greeting friends and rivals alike. This was an event that even last year, he wouldn’t have been caught dead at. Bronze nudes would have made him run for the hills. Now, his new philosophy was kick back and enjoy life. Loving Arabella had changed the way he looked at the world.
“Can you believe how hot those bronzes are?” Arabella asked. “And that my little cousin Evangeline actually sculpted them? If this guy is real, I want to see him” She told her husband everything, so Jade was as up to date on Evangeline’s dilemma as Arabella was.
“Hey, I‘m the only guy you’re to be lusting after!” Jade pretended to be affronted. He playfully covered his wife’s eyes. In reality, he had no doubt where he stood with Arabella. But as the crowd parted, Jade realized what had been niggling him about the man Evangeline had sculpted. He knew he looked familiar – and there he was.
“Look, Bella. Your cousin’s dream man just walked in.”

Arabella pulled her cousin to the corner.
“Sweetie, I need to work the room,” Evangeline protested. She wasn’t fond of big crowds, or of being the center of attention. But the museum had promised her twenty five thousand dollars for her favorite charity if she would consent to this showing. Besides, this could be a career making opportunity.
“Evangeline, you have to listen to me. It’s about Angel.” That stopped Evangeline in her tracks.
“What about Angel?” Tenderness welled up in Evangeline. Nothing meant more to her than the man who cherished her in the middle of the night, even if he vanished before the morning light broke the horizon.
“Sweetie, Angel is here.’
“What?” Evangeline blanched white and was trembling like a leaf.
“Your Angel is the identical image of a gorgeous fireman by the name of Eric McAllister. Jade knows him“
“Arabella, I think I may pass out.” The ramifications of this revelation were just beginning to sink in. The only thought she could process was that Angel walked and talked and was right now breathing the same air that she was. “Angel is really here?”
“Yes, baby – he is. And he’s looking at himself, in all of his glory – even as we speak.”

Eric didn’t know whether to be shocked, offended or flattered. He slowly walked around the nude sculpture that so closely resembled him. He knew how his body looked, he had worked hard to get the muscle definition that he had. And here it was in specific, minute detail. The look on the face was obviously that of an aroused man, the hooded eyes, the piercing gaze. The statute was labeled ‘Angel’, by Evangeline Martel. How odd. No one else in Austin knew about his middle name, or how special it was to him. He was flabbergasted. The lightning bolt scar was in the exact place that it was on his body; a product of an eight year old and his four wheeler’s run-in with a barbwire fence. But what stood out the most, literally, was the fact that he – – uh, the statute was extremely well endowed. Eric smiled. Someone had his measurements down pat! Damn!
The crowd was coming alive. It was full of guys that knew him, firemen, policemen, EMT’s – they all knew one another. And they were cutting him no slack. They held nothing back in the hoo-raw department. “Eric, you are our hero!” one of them exclaimed.
“Do you think they’ll ask you to pose for Playgirl?”
Knowing his alma mater was the University of Texas, another one exclaimed. “It’s about time the world knew how long a Longhorn really is!”
“Go look at the other sculpture, Eric,” a faceless voice instructed him. So he did. The first piece had surprised him, after all, the sight of one’s own naked body in an unsuspecting place was enough to get anyone’s undivided attention. But what he saw next took his breath away. Obviously, the man was him also, there really was no mistaking that. This one showed him in the throes of coitus; legs in a widened stance, supporting a woman in his arms, her legs wrapped around his waist. The woman had her arms around him, hiding her face in his neck, a braid hanging to the middle of her back. Eric was stunned! This was her! The woman of his dreams. He would have recognized that body anywhere – and her hair – it was all so familiar. Eric’s heartbeat was going nuts! This was the most erotic thing he had ever seen in his life! Suddenly, he wished his pants weren’t quite so tight. He refused to look down to see how big of a show he was putting on. He turned to walk through the crowd, intent on finding the artist who had put all of his goods on display. Did she know his dream-girl? Maybe, this was the answer to that midnight yearning that was driving him mad.
A noise behind him caused him to look around and WHAM! Jessica slapped the crap out of him! “I wasn’t the only one cheating!” Jessica huffed off and Eric rubbed his jaw, glad to see her go. He was more interested in exactly who the artist was that had carved his extra-large penis for the whole of Austin to see. This Evangeline Martel had some explaining to do! He needed to go check his bedroom for very small cameras.

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