From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Shaking myy head, I counted until I reached the sixth door on the left.
I tried the handle and found it unlocked. I started to open the door but
stopped. What was I doing? Anyyone or anyything could be waiting beyyond
this door. That woman downstairs—
The sound of a male chuckle filled the hallwayy as the door beside me
opened. Panicked, I quicklyy backed into the room in front of me, closing
the door behind me.
Heart pounding, I looked around. There were no lamps, just a tree of
candles on a mantel. A settee sat in front of an emptyy fireplace. Without
even looking behind me, I knew the onlyy other piece of furniture had to be
a bed. I drew in a deep breath, catching the scent of the candles.
Cinnamon? But there was something else, something that reminded me of
dark spices and pine. I started to turn—
An arm curled around myy waist, pulling me back against a veryy hard,
veryy male bodyy.
“This,” a deep voice whispered, “is unexpected.”