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Book news: Ahhhhh! Lindley and Kyla are almost here! Which means the next couple is scratching away to get their time in the ol' Word doc. I hope Dash is ready for his savage chase =P
In the meantime! Here's a snippet from Savage Claim!
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âGood, youâre awake.â
Her eyes snapped open at the voice. His voice. Lindley freaking Levine.
Murderer.
He leaned against a dresser on the opposite side of the room, arms folded over his chest. His eyebrows were drawn together, but his bright copper eyes were locked on her.
Kylaâs heart stuttered and her mouth dried under his intense focus. The years had been good to him. Heâd been lean and fit the last time sheâd seen him, but heâd stepped into his prime. He kept his dark hair clipped short on both his head and cheeks. Wide shoulders tapered into a tight waist. Muscles pulled the fabric of his shirt tight against his skin and popped indecent images of what else the thin material hid from her eyes. Probably stacks and stacks of muscles outlined and indented enough to turn a woman into a tonguetied idiot, if the bruises fading on his face were to be the judge.
Trophies from his latest victim, perhaps?
She struggled to find words as her lioness surged forward with a strength she hadnât felt in years. Her gums ached and his fingers tingled with the urge to sink claws and fangs into the man.
Kyla swallowed hard as she kicked the beast to the back of her head. Hurt replaced the animalâs sudden wash of emotion. Ten years had passed since sheâd last laid eyes on him. Ten years of struggle, strife, fighting, and learning to keep the hell out of the way with her eyes down and ears open. Heâd left them all behind after one horrific act.
And Sage wanted her to find him? The order still sounded insane. As insane as waking in a bed with the murderer himself staring at her.
âYou mind telling me what the fuck youâre doing here?â
She frowned at the unwelcoming tone. âWhereâs here?â She moved to press her hand to her aching head. Her eyes shot wide. Those soft sheets moved far too smoothly against her skin. âWhy am I naked?â she whisper-screamed.
âI didnât undress you, if thatâs what youâre thinkingââ
âWell, now I am,â she breathed.
He let off a disgruntled growl. âYou shifted when you passed out.â
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