My brain is mush...
Acute mush brain is absolutely happening this week. I had a wonderful time in Houston meeting (and fangirling) over some incredible authors. We had great food, lovely drinks, and so so SO many amazing panels to hash out how to bring the very best stories to you lovely people.
But alas, all things must end and real life intrudes. Most recently, in the form of some very needy cats who had Many Complaints about being left all alone with Mr. Lane. The horror!
In book news: Savage Pride is kicking along the edits process. And I'm working on a very special surprise to release the same day, yay!
Here's a small snippet to tide you over. <3
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Trent braced himself against the sink and hung his head. His lion prowled through him, never once pausing in the meandering bullshit. The beast had been at it from the moment that human arrived and took up residence in his den.
A human. A fucking human.
With big, brown eyes with flecks of gold and a scent of vanilla and wildflowers and woodsmoke.
He seethed for more than light fingers against his skin.
One touch had flashed heat through his body and made his lion stand at attention. One touch had him slamming closed whatever door the beast tried to shove open. The human was nothing to him.
Nothing.
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