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Mesmerized, Allura watched the brazen Englishman stride
toward her. Close up, his hair seemed blacker than midnight. The green of his
eyes was shuttered and dark. His slightly crooked nose, the high cheek bones,
and the frankly sensuous mouth were bathed in sunlight while his chin and the
hollows of his cheek were in stark relief, making his face at once handsome and
yet unyielding and harsh. The corded muscles of his arms stood out, sunlight
caressing the silver band that encircled one arm.
He smiled and his eyes were alight with a secret. Then he sank
down on one knee. For a few striking moments he gazed at her, his eyes knifing
through her as if he could see all her dreams and hopes. He lightly touched the
tips of her fingers and slowly lifted her hand, never letting his gaze move
from her. After pausing a moment, he brushed feather soft kisses across her
knuckles.
She inhaled a swift, deep gasp of air and stepped backward. It
was, she thought breathlessly, unfair for any man to look as Hunter Gray did,
to have such thick, curly black hair, such long, luxurious eyelashes, such beautiful
green eyes and a mouth--Allura swallowed with difficulty--a mouth that made the
most erotic thoughts flash through her head.
Heat swept through her. Lightning blazed behind her, and
thunder roared in her ears. The storm that had threatened all day erupted with
a vengeance. She didn’t want him to affect her this way. She didn’t want him to
affect her at all.
Stunned by the strange searing sensations, she drew her hand
back. She was left without a coherent thought in her head. He rose and still he
watched her as if he waited for her to speak. She swallowed again and moistened
her parched lips. Never before had anyone touched her so, never caused unheard
of feelings to rage and burn within. She clasped one hand over her breast and
stepped farther back until the cold wall stopped her.
"You will not win," she told him with a gasp.
His eyes narrowed and one brow rose. Cocking his head
slightly, he said, "In that you are wrong."
How does a warrior stay sharp?
ReplyDeleteRivulets of life giving fluid slid down the razor sharp blade; the drops lazily drifting to the growing puddle on the ground, staining the mud-caked boots of the combatant. Reaching up, the warrior swiped away sweat soaked tendrils of auburn locks plastered on her forehead.
As she contemplated the past hour’s massacre, foot falls thundered to the scene of destruction.
“Goddess save us! Tiamoon! You’ve destroyed the melon patch! What were you thinking?”
Love reading the excerpts that have been posted! Thank you for sharing, Allana and Sable.
ReplyDeleteThis snippet from my upcoming March 2015 book, Why Did Bernie Have to Die.
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The commanding officer stared at Bernie for a moment. "Backup ETA is one minute. Be ready to go in while we have the guy's attention out front. And don't get yourself killed."
Bernie grinned as the cockiness of his youth flooded his veins. When backup arrived, he was around back of the house via cover of a neighbor's shrubbery. He popped open what he hoped was the bedroom window and climbed inside, dropping immediately to the floor and crawling toward the closet.
"Thomas?" he whispered as he eased the door open.
The frightened eyes of a young boy stared back at him.
"We have about thirty seconds to get you and your brother out of here. Give me the baby, then crawl to the window and I'll boost you out."
Thomas' grip tightened around the baby in his arms.
"Every second you waste brings your baby brother closer to dying. Decide now."
Thomas thrust the soggy, bundled up baby toward Bernie, then scrambled to the window. Bernie boosted him up and out, then handed out the baby and climbed outside.
Shots pa-zinged over their heads as Bernie's feet hit the ground.
"Hang onto that baby." Bernie scooped up both Thomas and the baby and zigzagged toward the neighbor's shrubbery. Another cop joined him there, providing cover while they loped down the alley and circled back to where the police barricade was set up.
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