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Angelina’s passion is music but she has never felt this kind of want before.
Falcon wants the Stradivarius in her possession and goes undercover to track down a
thief. He soon discovers he is not the only killer in search of the violin.
il Dragone, a devil-worshiping cult, wants revenge for a past only they can
Falling in love was never part of Falcon’s plan but before he can have what he wants,
he must help Angelina unlock the secrets of a love, which ended in tragedy in eighteenth
This is one special assignment that must be completed before il Dragone gets what
Falcon’s got it bad for Angelina…
He played an intro to the Brandenburg Concerto No. 4. and knew the Baroque
composition as well as she did. He closed his eyes and his long fingers glided across the
keys until her body wondered how those fingers would feel gliding over her.
She joined in with the Stradivarius. Her fingers ran up and down the scales, until she heard the Maestro’s gruff command. Andante…she must remember.
His masterful control beckoned her. She stopped and closed her eyes at the end of the first movement to listen to his piano solo. He was impulsive, driving. He owned the notes.
She resumed her part. His piano and her violin flowed together. The notes were a flower-spray of light energy against her closed eyelids.
At first, she did not understand what was happening. The hair on her arms prickled, and then she knew what it was…recognition, of a sort. She could not say what was so familiar in this first time they played together.
She looked into Tony’s eyes and heard another violin and piano. When the concerto ended, their gazes were still locked as she tried to remember where she’d heard it before.
Had he heard the other set of instruments too? She stopped herself before asking the
ridiculous question because his solemn eyes held remnants of desire, and praise.
“Are you a merciful angel?” He took the violin and placed it on the desk behind her.
She stood when he took her hand, moved closer and placed her arms around his neck. She moved closer still.
He nipped at her lips, tasting them, searching. When she opened to him, his tongue
slipped inside her mouth.