Quick update, lovelies! The weather is warming up here and making for some lovely days. Mr. Lane has once again become a bird guy, but our dang bluebirds are not cooperating. We think there was one pair that got run out of the territory, then another came in and started a new nest since we found a new nest built right over the first. The box has been cleaned out, and a new one has been started. Third time's the charm!
BOOK NEWS: I'm working hard on the revisions for Beautiful Sins. The story is really coming together nicely and I'm having a great time sprinkling little details for books later in the series!
And here's a new snippet!
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Soren watched her intently enough that she worried she’d given herself away. His fingers drummed again on the back of his seat. Seconds ticked past, and she resisted the urge to fidget in place.
“You shouldn’t be able to force me out of your mind,” he said finally. “You shouldn’t be able to slip into mine. Then there was your little light show.”
“Got a little sunburned, did you? Too fucking bad.”
He merely took another sip of his drink, then set it on the glass table in front of them. One arm still braced over the back of the couch, he turned to her and crossed an ankle over his knee, the picture of utter relaxation and male arrogance.
He was anything but relaxed. The tight jaw, the hard eyes, the way his knuckles had turned white before they released his drink. She’d bet her last dollar he’d been seconds away from cracking the glass in his hand.
“What if I said you aren’t the only one.”
“There go my Highlander fantasies,” she shot back.
“What a shame, indeed.” The corners of his mouth twitched upward. “Though, that outcome may still be arranged.”
Ah. They’d reached the casual murder threat portion of the conversation. At least it wasn’t her ass on the line this time.
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