YAY! Halloween season has arrived!
I mean, it's always Halloween season in my dark little heart, but now the rest of you have to deal with it, too. Enjoy, suckers!
One more week until Rhys and Sage hit your Kindles! I'm working on some last minute edits and changes before the final upload deadline (*grumbles about ideas too good to pass up while halfway through the story*). I'm so excited to bring these two to life.
Here's a kinda sorta shmexy snippet to hold you over ;)
She unglued her tongue from the roof of her mouth. “What would you do? If you could?”
Only his eyes moved. Deep, dark blue flicked up and pinned her in place as a low, rumbling purr vibrated the air. “What would I do?” he repeated. His purr turned to a groan. “Whatever you’d like me to do. Whatever you’d let me do.”
She swallowed hard. Her stomach shot straight to her toes with the same excited trepidation of the first sudden drop on a rollercoaster. “Which would be?” she urged.
This wasn’t her. The words were channeled from some alien being, not the scared, powerless creature she’d become.
Rhys cocked his head, a slow smile ticking up the corners of his mouth. “I’d loop an arm around you and pull you close. Run my free hand up your arm and over your shoulder until I caught your chin between my fingers. Your heart is pounding so hard, Sage. It’s louder than anything I’ve ever heard.”
“Don’t stop,” she whispered. She prayed she wouldn’t suffer a heart attack.
“I’d lean in close enough to feel your breath on my lips. A fraction of an inch closer, I’d brush my lips over yours. Just a tease, just enough to make you lean forward. I want to know you want to kiss me.”
Wanting wasn’t the problem. She’d wanted it at the bar. She wanted it right then. Keeping the panic at bay was the difficult part of the equation.