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room, shattering frames and breaking lightbulbs. The hair on her body stood up on ends as the air was rife with static electricity that snapped in her ears.
    The leopard let out a feral snarl as it clawed at her carpet.
    Unsure of what to do and unable to get to her gun since the cat was between her and the staircase, Susan took cover behind her couch as more lightning flashed and the windows rattled so badly that she wasn’t even sure why they hadn’t shattered. She shrieked as a bolt came dangerously close to her, making her hair stand on end in what she was sure was a truly attractive sight.
    Just as she thought her house would ignite into flames from the powerful bursts, the lightning stopped abruptly. It was eerily quiet as she sat cringing with her hands over her ears. So quiet that all she could hear was the pounding of her own heart. The heaviness of her own breathing.
    She half-expected the lightning to return.
    But after a minute of waiting with nothing else running amok, she dared a glance over the back of the couch to discover the most incredible thing of all had happened…
    Her leopard was gone and in its place was a naked man.
    I have got to be dreaming
… .
    But if she were, wouldn’t she have given herself a better house than this?
    Ignoring that thought, she narrowed her eyes. The man lay unmoving on her dark green carpet. From her angle, all she could see was a well-muscled backside with a strange double bow and arrow tattoo on his left shoulder blade. Long black wavy hair was plastered against his damp body and he had the nicest naked butt she’d ever seen in real life.
    Granted he looked mighty fine lying there, but then Ted Bundy hadn’t been hard on the eyes, either.
    Susan grabbed the closest thing she had to a weapon—her table lamp that had fallen over during the chaos—and crouched low, waiting for him to move.
    He didn’t.
    He just lay there so still and quiet she wasn’t even sure he was alive.
    With her heart lodged firmly in her throat, she unscrewed the lamp shade and crept closer to him. “Hey?” she said sharply. “You alive?”
    He didn’t respond.
    Preparing to run just in case he was faking, she poked him with the tip of the lamp.
Okay, I’ve seen this movie before
, she thought.
Hapless moron sticks head over unconscious body to check vital signs and the bad guy opens his eyes and grabs her
.
    She wasn’t about to fall for that. So she decided to creep around to the front of him.
    Still, he didn’t move. “Hey,” she tried again, poking him with the lamp.
    Nothing.
    Nothing but a body so prime that it made her want to take a bite out of it to see if he tasted as good as he looked.
Stop it, Sue
! She had much more important things to think about than how good he looked naked.
    Susan narrowed her eyes as she sat back on her heels. It was hard to get those thoughts out of her head. He had a long, lean body that was dusted with short black hairs and lean, hard muscles that let her know he would be extremely formidable while awake. He was well over six feet tall and there was something about him, even while out cold, that said he wasn’t meek or mild.
    A body like his wasn’t something a woman came up against often. In more ways than one. He was all tanned flesh from tip to toe. But what captured her attention was the beauty of his hands. He had elegant, strong fingers and the palm of his right hand appeared to be blistered.
    How absolutely odd. But that wasn’t what concerned her. The fact that he was on her floor did.
    Ready to whack him hard if he moved, she used the lamp to roll him over onto his back. Something that wasn’t exactly easy to do, since he appeared to weigh a small ton, but eventually she had him there. His long hair completely obscured his face even though the rest of him was laid out bare to her gaze.
    Feeling a teensy bit better that he hadn’t made any moves to grab her, she crept closer. So close that she could finally touch that delectable skin.