Burning Love

By Nomar Knight

Candy is a young, passionate woman who's looking forward to marrying Mr. Right. She thinks Sam is her guy so she accepts his proposal during a Las Vegas getaway. When she awakens in the middle of the night to discover Sam's not by her side, she finds the door to an adjacent room ajar. She looks and discovers Sam is busy making an assassination look like a murder-suicide. Instead of becoming victim number three of the night, Sam wants her to marry him with the promise that he'll teach her his trade. Will Candy accept his proposal and risk losing her soul or will a muscular stranger, Lucas, who claims to be an agent for the CIA be her savior? Things get complicated when Candy has to choose between both men. Either way, she'll find out the true meaning of burning love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nomar Knight
• Release date: Sep 24, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466009660

Nomar Knight

Author of Horror, Suspense, Dark Romance and Supernatural Thrillers. Lover of literature and loves to laugh.

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BURNING LOVE

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NOMAR KNIGHT

NOVELLA

Burning Love is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

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Copyright ©2011 by Nomar Knight

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Chapter 1

I thought I had met the man of my dreams. He was easy on the eyes, and even though difficult to distinguish among others, he still stood out. His lean physique reminded me of an ex gymnast. Jet black hair complemented grey eyes and a stern chin. He attended to my needs and paid special attention to how others treated me. It seemed he was always ready to defend my honor. I began thinking that my new man, Sam, was perfect in every way. It didn’t take long before I envisioned myself in a long, white wedding gown, married to Mr. Right.

Sam dressed like a gentleman. He favored winter colored dress shirts and dark slacks. His speech was refined, revealing a higher education and always in control. When he flashed his grey eyes on me I turned into snow on an eighty degree day. Although my handsome hunk never seemed to be in a rush to get things done, he surprised me with a weekend at a luxurious hotel. We sat at a table among other diners. The romantic ambiance featured a violinist who played You Light Up My Life at our table. We had only known each other a month yet he managed to astound me when he got on his knees in front of everyone. He flashed an engagement ring that looked like the moon had fallen and landed on it.

Oh my God! I gasped.

The huge diamond sparkled when the candle’s flame flickered. Thoughts of wondering how he could afford such a treasure entered my mind, but quickly disappeared after I caught my breath and said yes. We kissed surrounded by quiet applause and again he made my insides turn to mush.

Here I was, a small town girl from Mississippi with the man of my dreams in Las Vegas, living a fairytale existence. While he sat down, maintaining his composure, unable to hide eyes beaming with joy, I was glad I had spent a small fortune on sexy negligee. With my perfect hour glass figure, I’d have him panting in no time.

In the midst of my daydreaming, I realized Sam had not said a word in quite awhile. I followed his gaze and noticed he studied another couple at a nearby table. A gray haired gentleman, dressed in a black suit like my Sam, touched his champagne glass against another held by a blonde half his age. Her gown did little to maintain her torpedo boobs in place.

The green-eyed monster must have shown on my face since I wondered if my fiancé was paying attention to the man or the floozy.

Candy, would you like more wine, honey?

I forced a grin, tempted to discuss his lack of total focus on me. Not wanting to spoil the moment. I nodded, lifting my glass as he refilled it.

Sam, do you know those people?

For the first time since I’d known him he changed his facial expression to one I had never seen before. His lips opened with a smile, but his eyes remained cold and distant. I debated pushing for answers, but something in my gut told me to drop it. His cold stare made me feel as if Sam were a different person. As fast as the scowl appeared, it faded and the smile I adored returned.

Sam took me back to the suite and I fell under his spell. He used his fingers like a professional masseur. Any inhibitions I might have had faded and were replaced by pure lust. While our tongues began our lover’s dance, his fingers coaxed soothing moans out of me. The dynamic lover proved patient, tantalizing me with precise foreplay. His attention to detail proved euphoric. Our cries of passion replaced a soft melody of love until we shuddered in each other’s arms.

My Mr. Right treated me to a perfect night until something unexpected happened. I didn’t recall having fallen asleep, yet I woke to find myself alone in bed.

Sam, are you in the bathroom?

The silence coaxed me to put on a gown and venture outside the suite. The room directly across from ours had its door ajar. I didn’t know why, but curiosity compelled me to push it open and peek inside. My jaw dropped when I saw my perfect man, Sam, fitting a revolver to a corpse’s hand. A clear look at the pale face and my short term memory confirmed that it was the older gentleman who had dined with the young tart. I turned my head and spotted the woman lying flat on the bed. Blood covered her chest. Blank eyes stared at the mirrored ceiling.

I gasped when he grabbed my shoulders until eventually I stuttered, somehow finding the air in my breath and said, Why?

His cold stare froze me in place. Don’t worry, darling. It’s just business.

Never before had I wished for the power of invisibility like I did at that moment. After swallowing hard on my own saliva, panic ruled the moment. The realization that my perfect man turned out to be a cold, calculating killer sent chills throughout my body. Breathing became a challenge for I thought for sure I was next.

Candy, now that you know what I do. Will you still marry me?

Numb. My entire body grew numb. He held my shoulders, treating me as if I was a porcelain doll, fragile, completely breakable. I guess in his hard hands I was. I stared at his eyes, looking for any sign that this was a cruel joke, but Sam wasn’t a college kid. He didn’t strike me as the type to pull a prank.

I wanted to gaze at the bodies, but before I could tilt my head, he squeezed my