Title: Dark Attraction
Series: Corde Noire Society Novel #2
Author: Alexandrea Weis
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Sometimes, the dark side of pleasure can turn deadly.
āThis book is refreshingly different and completely captivating, I was hooked from the moment I started reading.ā - The Book Sirens
āThis was definitely an intriguing storyā¦.ā - Reader Review on Goodreads
āFrom the first book I read by Alexandrea Weis, I have been hooked. I love her writing style and her inherent wit and humor.ā - Reader Review on Goodreads
Dark Attraction by Alexandrea Weis
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Every one has a dark passion but only the special one can survive to win a man heart which won't be easy. Love the characters and the plot of the story how it is mystery from the beginning that no one saw coming. Loving this series can't wait for book 3 to know the characters story.
review by Ashley
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With clenched fists, Sam knocked gently above the letter B painted in gold on his oak door. At first, she heard nothing. Then there seemed to be some commotion, as if things were being tossed around. She swore a curse word or two were uttered, and then the door flew open.
Holy shit, she almost said out loud when she saw the man in the doorway.
Towering over her in only a pair of faded jeans, his abs were the first thing her brain registered. Rippled, chiseled, and utterly defined, he was beyond being in good shape ā¦ he was fucking perfect. His arms were muscular, his skin was tan, his chest was wide, and she ached to run her hands over his well-proportioned pecs. However, when her gaze rose to his face, her enthusiasm fizzled.
With arctic blue eyes and an impatient sneer on his lips, he appeared far from friendly. His wavy hair was thick and a rich shade of dark brown. He had an edgy face. Not handsome, not cute, but mesmerizing. His eyes drew her in first, then his lips, and by the time Sam was admiring his perfectly carved jaw, she was captivated.
āCan I help you?ā
He had a bewitching voice. It was deep, hypnotic, and something like a foghorn on the river in the middle of a misty night.
Damn it. Focus.
āAh, I live next door, and you woke me up.ā She pointed to her open door.
āYouāre my neighbor? From apartment A?ā
That velvety voice was lulling her into a false sense of lust. āAh, yes, and you were banging on the wall.ā
His eyes went up and down her figure. She wondered why she suddenly felt cold and then realized her robe had fallen open, showing off her short nightshirt. Grabbing at the robe, she quickly covered herself.
āLook, Iād appreciate it if you could save the decorating for the day,ā she got out, trying not to turn red. āIām a nurse, and Iāve got day shift all this week. I really need my sleep.ā
He folded his arms over his chest, and Sam thought her heart was going to explode. āSorry. I was just getting something set up.ā He held out his hand. āIām Doug, by the way. Doug Morgan.ā
She took his hand. It was warm, thick, and she instantly got a sense of his strength. āIām Sam, Sam Woods.ā
His eyes were studying her face, making her toes curl. āWhatās the Sam stand for?ā
āSamantha, but I hate the name.ā
He grinned. It was one of those mischievous grins that hinted at the bad thoughts motivating it. āWell, I know what to call you from now on, Samantha.ā
She gaped at him. Seriously? The only neighbor on her floor and he was going to be an absolute shit. She shook her head. āLook, just please keep the banging to daytime hours when Iām not home. You can renovate to your heartās delight then.ā
Feeling the need to make a hasty exit, she turned for her door.
āIāll keep it down just for you, Samantha.ā
She stopped at her door and turned to him. He was standing in the hallway, watching her. Sam got an uncanny feeling, like they had met before, but she had never met anyone with those abs ā¦ ah, eyes.
āItās Sam, just Sam, Mr. Morgan.ā Hurrying inside, she slammed her door. āI am so screwed.ā
This was not what she needed. It was bad enough he was a fantasy in the flesh, but his attitude was going to bother her immensely. Why couldnāt he be great looking with a wonderful personality to match?
āThen heād be married,ā she mused. āThe good ones always are.ā
From New Orleans, Alexandrea Weis was raised in the motion picture industry and began writing stories at the age of eight. In college she studied nursing and went on to teach at a local university. After several years in the medical field, she decided to pick up the pen once again and began her first novel, To My Senses. Since that time she has published many novels. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning books, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story memorable. Her work has been critically acclaimed and has been continually growing in popularity.
Alexandrea Weis is also a certified/permitted wildlife rehabber with the La. Wildlife and Fisheries. When she is not writing, she rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. She is married; they live in New Orleans.

My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Every one has a dark passion but only the special one can survive to win a man heart which won't be easy. Love the characters and the plot of the story how it is mystery from the beginning that no one saw coming. Loving this series can't wait for book 3 to know the characters story.
review by Ashley
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