Passionate Obsession by D.M. Mortier

Bonus Excerpt

The following is an excerpt from Secret Obsession. I hope you enjoy it and want to read more.

Chapter One

Ithaca, New York

“Colt, did you enjoy the ceremony? Did you see me?” Sarah squealed as she ran toward him.

Colton James Ragnarson III only slightly relented his usual stoic demeanor to embrace his ward. He felt ancient, despite being only forty-two years old. It was as though he’d lived several lifetimes after becoming a guardian to his girlfriend’s baby. His high school girlfriend of two years had committed suicide after giving birth to a baby girl, who he’d initially thought was his daughter. However, his girlfriend’s suicide note had told a different story. She’d cheated on him with different members of his football team and had no idea who the father of her baby was. A DNA test had proven her statement correct; the little girl wasn’t his.

Colt hadn’t abandoned the child, however. With his girlfriend’s family refusing to even acknowledge the child, he’d taken responsibility and become the baby’s guardian when he turned eighteen years old. In addition to becoming a guardian of a two-year-old at eighteen, he’d also enlisted into the Army after four years at West Point Military Academy, as was the tradition for every Ragnarson man before him. His career in the military saw him in combat through six wars, although he’d taken a three-year sabbatical to finish law school before re-entering active combat; he’d been present at every major conflict in the intervening years. As a colonel in the United States Army, Colt wasn’t known for a sunny personality. His parents often told people that it was because he’d witnessed too many horrors over his twenty-three years in the military.

The sight of his ward always melted his heart. However, he’d never show that kind of weakness to anyone. If his men or his enemies knew that he had such a soft spot, Sarah’s life wouldn’t be worth living, nor his for the ribbing he’d take because of it. Over the years, he’d acquired many enemies and hoped they remained in his combat past.

Having been partially raised by his mother and retired father, Sarah was well adjusted, levelheaded, and had a heart of gold. He was very proud of her. Raising her after his teenage girlfriend’s suicide hadn’t been easy, but with a close-knit family such as his—his parents and two brothers—the family support had been tremendous.

Colt held his ward and closed his eyes briefly in thanks that he hadn’t fucked this up. He dropped his arm from around her, but typical Sarah refused to let go. She kept her arms around his waist while yelling greetings to the other graduates from her class passing by. He’d already agreed to let her take a sabbatical for one year before continuing on to law school. The only reason he wasn’t panicking was because she would come home to Austin and work in the family law firm for that year.

Looking up with perfect stillness, which his men would recognize as preparing to face an enemy, his gaze fell on a young female graduate who had just pulled off her cap. A cascade of curly lush hair spilled about her shoulders. However, the female graduate was not an enemy. She’d been his obsession since he’d met her four years ago. And he’d been hating himself for the inappropriate interest since.

From this distance, it seemed that Mother Nature had been very generous with Sarah’s roommate. Having seen her or pictures of her numerous times, he knew that she was indeed a beautiful young woman. He’d seen her only once before in person and other times from pictures his ward had sent him. Sarah had had no idea that she was providing him with countless opportunities to worship his wettest dream and feed his lust.

Just then, the young woman who held him captivated unzipped her gown to reveal one of the best pair of legs he’d ever seen on a woman. Encased in strappy nude-colored stilettos, her legs went on for miles. He was transfixed, and he hated himself for having such inappropriate thoughts about a girl he knew to be the same age as his ward.

She looked at Sarah and waved.

Sarah enthusiastically returned the wave and beckoned the beauty forward. And then the girl who’d been his secret desire for the past four years started toward them.

Colt swallowed hard. She walked with a seductive graceful glide that gave the impression she was on her own private runway. He remembered that about her most of all. Her hair moved about her shoulders in a sexy tussle with the wind. On closer inspection, she was even more stunning than he’d remembered. She wore a green form-fitting dress that made her golden-brown skin appear vibrant and soft. He couldn’t stop his gaze from roaming longingly over her amazing body. The provocative sway of her hips as she moved made him throb in places he had no business throbbing. Daymmnnn!

It seemed that other men found her just as fascinating since it was as though every male head swerved in her direction as she strode through the crowd of graduates and families. Even his younger brothers had stopped their conversation to watch her approach.

Colt almost smiled when her gaze suddenly swung in his direction, and she stumbled before coming to a complete stop a few feet away from them. Yeah, he knew that she was afraid of him, but then there were grown-ass men afraid of him. Why would she be any different? He knew what she saw when she looked at him. He was a fighter, born and bred, and he had the physique that was a testament to it.

He held her gaze and couldn’t really explain why he refused to release her. It was obvious that she was having some difficulty breathing, as her chest rose and fell rapidly in terror. He should have felt bad about what he was doing, but he wanted her to feel something and didn’t care if it was fear. A few seconds later, her eyes narrowed with determination, and she looked away from him and looked at his brothers behind him. Okay, so she has some sass.

Damn if I don’t like that even more. What the hell am I thinking? I need to stop this interest in her right now. Yeah, like I’ve had any success in that. She’s my ward’s best friend, and any ass would tell me that I’m too damn old for her. But try telling my heart or my dick that. For four damn years I’ve been having a recurring wet dream about this brown beauty. And she barely looks in my direction.

Sarah must have sensed something, because she abruptly released him to go meet her friend, grabbed her hand, and pulled her toward their group.

“Everyone, this is my best friend, Imani St. John!” Sarah beamed with pride, as she knew damn well that her friend’s unusual beauty had caused a stir.

“Hi, everyone.”

Her carefree smile and soft voice washed over him and stoked his lust even further.

Sarah pulled Imani closer to Colt. “You remember my guardian, Colonel Colton James Ragnarson III?”

She gave him a slight nod. She seemed breathless and a bit shy.

Colt had no idea what made him do it, but the next thing he knew, he’d grabbed her hand and pulled her into his embrace. She was so damn sweet he couldn’t resist touching her. That move didn’t just shock the hell out of his family; it shocked him too. Colt wasn’t the impulsive or touchy-feely type. He wasn’t regretting it in the least though. He placed his palm at the small of her back and clutched her closer to him without thinking. Holding her against his much harder frame made him want to close his eyes and savor every delectable inch of her. Bending his head until his nose settled in her soft hair, he scented her. Her perfume was delicate and feminine like her.

Damn! I’ve never been attracted to African American women, and apparently that message has been ignored by my brain for all these years. Nothing has changed now.

When she curled her arms around his waist, Colt wanted to howl with satisfaction. And when her warm honey-colored gaze ensnared his, he started to lower his head to kiss her, but then sanity prevailed, and he checked that impulse. He dropped his arm from around her waist and hoped like hell his family hadn’t noticed his love-struck response to his ward’s roommate. He was ashamed to note that they would not approve of his interest. Even Sarah looked at him with a frown.

“Colonel.” Imani breathed nervously and stepped away from him. “I trust your return from combat hasn’t been too boring for you.”

Feeling their separation acutely and wanting like hell to pull her back against him, Colt could only grunt in response.

She looked away as though stung by his surliness.

“Don’t mind him, Imani.” Colt’s youngest brother, Justin, grinned as he grabbed Imani’s hand in his. “He’s not very talkative because he’s not used to being around civilians.”

Colt scowled. “Stop talking shit, pup.”

Imani smiled and carefully removed her hand from his brother’s grasp. “You must be Justin.” She smiled to take the sting out of her rebuff of his obvious attempt to flirt.

“Guilty!” Justin laughed, taking her rejection in stride.

Smart girl.Colt wanted to smile his approval, as he’d noted that Justin had been squeezing her hand and pulling her toward him as if he were going to hug her too.

“I think it’s my turn.” Matthew, his middle brother, grabbed her hand with a playful grin. Matthew pulled her against him as Colt had done before she could object.

Colt growled deep in his throat.

Matthew and Justin roared with laughter. “Damn, Colt, I almost believe you’re trying to gain a new ward.”

Colt wished that were his line of thinking, and he knew his brothers would think that. Even in these modern times, his family wouldn’t be very accepting of such a liaison, so he knew Matthew was only trying to stoke his parental outrage. If only they knew how far from paternal his interest was. As Matthew’s pregnant wife stepped forward and greeted Imani as well, Colt exhaled in relief. He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath as his brothers hugged Imani. Now that both his sisters-in-law had made themselves known, he felt slightly less volatile. This territorial feeling toward Imani hadn’t just started for him, so it didn’t surprise him. It had started almost from their first meeting four years before.

Colt had taken leave to bring Sarah to college for the first time. Imani had already been in the dorm room and had answered the door on their knock. For a man who’d faced down terrorists, insurgents, rocket grenades, and a firestorm of bullets, nothing had prepared him for the ethereal beauty of the woman who’d opened the door for them.

He watched her now conversing with his family and could only thank God no one was expecting conversation from him, because she’d rendered him damn speechless again.

He had to give himself a stern silent lecture to remember there was another woman in his life that should have his unwavering interest. He’d latched onto her because she might be a safer bet than lusting after someone so young.

When he’d retired from the Army six months ago, he’d been determined to find the woman who had been his pen pal of almost two years. She had saved him in more ways than one. First, she’d made him a specialized gun and bulletproof vest when he’d been shot in an ambush in Afghanistan. And then they’d started exchanging letters, and she’d saved him again by keeping him sane in the face of some of the worst atrocities he’d witnessed in all his years in combat.

The acts of man during war were never pretty, and these wars weren’t. The rape and torture of children barely above the age of a toddler had brought him to the brink time and again. Man found a way to humiliate, to wreck a soul, or completely annihilate each other. It was never the same, but yet the dying, the pain, and the brokenness were all the same.

Colt had told his pen pal things that he’d never shared with anyone. When he’d insisted on meeting her, she’d stopped all correspondence. All his letters to her afterwards had gone unanswered and been returned. Yes, letters. The old-fashioned handwritten kind that took weeks, if not months, to reach their intended recipient, and yet he’d loved every one of those damn letters, every word of them. And then he found that the name she’d given him had been false. He’d hired detectives and had even called in favors from the CIA and FBI in an effort to find her. It was as though she had been a figment of his imagination. If not for the letters and her gifts to him, he might have started to doubt his own conviction about her existence. And then the question came. Why? Why had she done any of this? Why him?

He didn’t have time to be distracted by a young girl who he had no business having an interest in. Yeah, but he hadn’t been tempted by a live, in-person encounter with her when he’d been fighting the attraction before. Today he was learning that he’d been fooling himself in believing that he could control this, control how he felt about her. He was in deep trouble.

“I don’t want to intrude.”

Colt came out of his musing in time to hear Imani’s soft protest.

“Your parents aren’t here to celebrate with you, Imani.” Colt heard his mother’s soft plea. “Let us do this for you. No one should achieve what you have and not have anyone to celebrate it with.”

He almost lost his mind when he realized that she was alone today. How had I not known this? He had to find out more about her. Sure, he’d admired her independence when Sarah told him that Imani paid her own way through college and was going to live alone afterward. He’d told Sarah how much he admired that. But this lack of support from anyone in her family was unacceptable. Obviously, he couldn’t allow her to suffer in any way, and he wasn’t going to take the time to examine why he felt that way either.

“Imani, you will join us for dinner.” He ignored her protest and looked to his ward. “Sarah, let’s go,” he demanded and turned toward the path that led to the parking lot. As a colonel, he was used to men following his orders without question, and he expected the same here.

“I’m sorry, Colonel, but I’m starting my drive to Chicago tonight,” Imani told him softly. “I need to go now in order to arrive before my meeting tomorrow.”

Colt heard Imani’s words and stopped in his tracks. He turned and narrowed his eyes as he stared down at her. “You will join us for dinner.” He deliberately kept his voice soft but clipped.