When she
reached the counter, Sean stepped in front of the girl working the register,
who looked like a recent high school graduate working one of her first jobs.
“Peaches, move!” Sean urged while looking at the pretty blonde. “I’ve got
this.”
“How many
times do I have to tell you my name is
Lily?” she grumbled while slowly moving aside.
“Please. I’ll
never remember that. How many times do I have to tell you that I never call
people by their real name?” He sighed and looked to the sky before turning his
attention to his favorite customer, who had watched the exchange while biting
her cheek to hide a smile. “Hey, Emmy.”
He winked. “Want your special-special?”
She nodded.
“It’s gonna be a hot one today. Can you make it a chilled latte?”
“Kitten, I can
make it any way you like,” he teased her.
A small giggle
escaped as her face reddened. “Of course you
can. I’ll have the…” she always had trouble saying the name. As flattering
as it was, it embarrassed her. “The chilled Emmy’s Jamaican Me Happy.”
Excerpt #2
Blaze
appeared, and took the phone out of her hand, ending the call. Her face was
searing hot. How long had he been at the
door?
Taking her
hand and opening her palm, he traced the line that she knew went to her heart,
and placed a small piece of paper over it along with her phone. “Give me a
chance, Sunshine,” he said as his lips brushed against hers. Cupping his palms
around her face, he captured her mouth, claiming her. Her knees grew weak, and
she slumped against the bricks behind her. He moved one hand around her neck
and knotted his fingers in her hair; the other hand traveled down her side and
circled her waist. Pushing his hips into hers, he pinned her into place.
Allowing him in, their tongues danced and swirled in perfect rhythm. When he
pulled back, she was panting, yearning for more. Turning on his heel, he walked
away.
She leaned
against the building a little longer until her legs were no longer wobbly.
Gently, she touched her swollen lips, remembering the kiss. They’d never feel
the same again to her.
Excerpt # 3
Yeah, he’d
claimed her mouth once before, and she’d be lying to say she didn’t want him to
do it again. Perhaps it was the investigator in her own blood that forced the
words out of her mouth prior to filtering them. “Why? What do you want? Am I your person of interest?”
Brushing a
stray piece of hair away, he leaned in closer. “Oh, I’m definitely interested
in you.” She’d not even noticed he’d managed to unlock the persnickety deadbolt
and turn the knob, thus opening the door, until she felt the wood give behind
her. Her legs tightened around his slender waist as his arm caught her in the
small of her back. “Trust me?” he asked.
She glanced
away because there was a part of her that didn’t trust him. She didn’t trust anyone. Then, there was a side of her
that felt the strangest comfort when he was around. He was soothing, and she
thought that maybe she could trust
him. She just had to let him in…to her house and her soul, even though she feared he’d already claimed both
regardless.
Hesitantly,
she nodded.
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