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pleasure is
all mine, I assure you." Tristan said. "How long are you visiting
with Greg?"
    "For the summer,
I think. I've actually come here to work. Or try to." Tristan cocked an
eyebrow quizzically. "I am a writer, Mr. Black. Down here to try and find
fresh inspiration and use the solitude to my advantage," Katrina said.
      "A writer. Fascinating. Have I read
anything you've written?"
    Katrina laughed. The
sound trickled down Tristan's spine straight to his already throbbing cock. He
fought back the reaction to no avail. Damn, her smoky, sexy voice was
astounding. How he wanted to hear that voice screaming his name out in passion
while she writhed under him or in front of him.
      "I doubt it. I write romance novels. My
nom de plume is Cassie Derring. I have two novels published and I have to
deliver a third by the end of the year. My expertise is Historical Romances. I
have written two Victorians."
    "Victorian."
Tristan smiled knowingly. "Yes, quite the interesting era."
    Katrina crossed her arms.
Her large breasts moved together in a provocative manner. Tristan almost moaned
aloud.
    "You're a lover
of history, Mr. Black?"
    Tristan's gaze turned
intense. It would be easy to seduce her but he found he did not want to, not
yet. He was enjoying talking to her.
    "History is one
of my many interests, as is reading. You seem to dismiss your accomplishments.
Writing a book regardless of the subject matter is no easy feat, Miss
Hammond."
    "Well, since you
put it that way, I suppose it isn't. I thank you for not sneering at my subject
matter. So many people do," Katrina said matter-of-factly. She lowered her
eyes. "And please call me Katrina."
    "Then they are
not worthy to be acquainted with you, Katrina. Please, call me Tristan," he
replied.
    ****
    Katrina felt an
inexplicable chill of excitement roll through her. Those manners, and the way
he said her name sounded very much like a caress.   He walked straight out of one of her novels
and she could have sworn he was going to kiss her hand. If he did, she would
swoon at his feet. Dear Lord. Katrina exhaled shakily. Her knees weakened and
she fought back her reaction as best she could while in his presence. This was
the most handsome, intriguing, fascinating and fully masculine male she had
ever met in her life and he was hidden away in this secluded coastal village.
She looked down at her jeans and sweater. Maybe she overdid it trying to play
down her assets. She’d had a low cut T-shirt on before she left the house but
had peeled it off. Now she worried the button up sweater made her look like her
great Aunt Aggie. She’d also replaced her high heel shoes with sensible flats.
Yep. Aunt Aggie, all the way.
    "Perhaps we can
meet for lunch tomorrow. Are you free?" Tristan asked, interrupting her
thoughts.
    He took a step closer
and a small gasp escaped her lips. His blatant virility closed in all around
her like a long dark cloak. He reached in his leather jacket pocket and took
out a Blackberry.
    "One
moment."
    He turned his head
and took the call. Katrina couldn't make out what he said due to the pounding
music. The call was only a few minutes long. He shoved the phone back in his
pocket.
    "I am terribly
sorry, I must leave. Lunch tomorrow?"
    "Yes, Tristan,
that would be lovely."
      "Excellent. I will come by Greg's at
noon. Until then, Katrina."
      Katrina watched him stride confidently out of
the pub. Was that a woman who called? It really was none of her business. She
glanced around, figuring she might as well stay for a drink as she really only
came to meet Tristan Black.   Katrina took
a seat at the bar and Greg automatically set a glass of white wine in front of
her. Her cousin knew her well.
    "Care for some
company? I promise you I do not bite."
      Katrina gasped. She didn't even hear anyone
sit next to her. Her hand rested on her chest as she regained a steady breath.
    "I'm sorry. I
did not mean to startle you. Please let me introduce myself. Devlin Steele."
    Katrina