Eeeeek, I was hoping not to do this but the revisions for Beautiful Sins have been killing me and running into some prior commitments. I've pushed the release back to June 9th. Sucks, but this way I'll be able to bring you the best story possible with these two crazy kids.
As consolation, here's a little snippet to snack on!
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And there she was. He made a note to throw Huxley a bonus for his work.
He studied her from the shadows, taking in all the little details he hadn’t been able to notice before. He’d been torn between chasing down the fucker who’d murdered the nun or tracing that oddly familiar scent back to its source.
The strands of her hair had been hewed and hacked in a stylish, masterful way, floating the longest layers above her shoulders. A deep part gave her a choppy lion’s mane look on one side of her face. She’d pinned the locks on the other side close, exposing a cuff clipped to the top of her ear and three studs running up from the lobe. Thin rings stacked up the thumb of one hand and the middle finger of the other, glinting even in the low light.
He swept a look down the rest of her as she leaned against the bar, scanning the crowd. Her silky black shirt plunged at the neck and exposed her ample cleavage while still providing more modesty than some of the other women flitting about. Tight jeans wrapped around her thick thighs and kissed her calves before disappearing into scuffed black ankle boots.
She looked wild. Lethal. Ready to devour the man attempting to buy her a drink.
Even muddled with the sweat and booze of the club, even hidden by the closeness of the mortals flanking her, her scent hit him hard. Those vanilla and honey and earthy notes swirled together into a complicated, intoxicating punch that jolted his system.
Feed or fuck, he couldn’t tell which need was more pressing.
Neither. Neither should have been the answer.
Both made his fangs drop before he grabbed hold of himself.
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