Friday, November 9, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012 @ midnight
I’ve been off line for a few days finishing up last minute edits. Last night (or the wee hours of the morning depending on who you ask) I officially sent off my book to my editor. Hurrah!
So, to celibrate, I’m going to take a few days off and enjoy the fall air and catch up on everything I’ve been putting off. Like sleep and cleaning the house. Well, maybe not the last one. My books and movies have been piling up for weeks! It’s supposed to be thirty degrees with rain/snow all weekend…the perfect time to veg-out on the couch.
Tell me what books or movies you are looking forward to this fall. If you leave your email address in the comments, you will be entered to win a $5 Amazon certificate!
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To start Fall off right, here is a short excerpt from my latest release The Demon Within to heat up your nights.
Early autumn had always been Caly’s favorite time of the year. From the window over the kitchen sink, she watched the breeze stir the trees, heard the branches clacking against one another as the outside world came alive one last time before winter’s slumber turned everything lifeless and cold.
Leaves crackled, sailing to the ground and eddying about before disappearing in the darkness. She needed to contact her djinn, but every time she attempted to leave, she found herself trailed by one determined demon.
The ticking of the clock was like an itch along her spine. Time was growing short. If she didn’t move soon, it would be too late. Tipping her head, she searched for the demon. If she could get to the bike before he caught…
Her gaze latched onto the guardian as he stripped off his shirt and all thoughts of demon evaporated as lust exploded through her. Under the harsh exterior lights, every detail of his body lay exposed. Like viewing an accident, she couldn’t force herself to turn away.
Water sprayed over him, cascading down his back, the fall of drops hypnotizing. Muscles rippled and flexed as he ran his hand down his stomach to wipe away the dirt. Her fingers twitched, eager to follow the same path.
The image grew hazy. A whimper escaped the back of her throat to see him disappear from view. The sound of such need snapped her back to the present with a nasty thump. She pulled away, surprised to find her face nearly smashed against the glass, her breath fogging the window. Embarrassment burned her ears. The only thing that saved her tattered composure was that no one had caught her lapse.
Caly stepped away from the window, further away from temptation. It was harder than it should’ve been. She couldn’t be attracted to him. Not only was he a demon, she didn’t even know his name.
One problem was easily solved, but she hesitated in the doorway. Maybe it’d be better to keep that distance between them, prevent her from doing something stupid.
Like ogling his half-naked form.
Like permitting him to stay in such close proximity to her friends.
It was a risk. Then again, she’d rather have him out in the open than skulking in the shadows again. Too many things waited for her in the shadows already.
Determination forced her shoulders square. She needed to lay down some ground rules. The sooner he learned them, the better off the others would be. As for herself, she feared it was much too late.
Convinced her logic was sound, Caly hesitated then yanked a towel off the cupboard. No sense in being rude. Maybe if she could gain his trust, she’d be able to sneak away without him on her ass.
Pulse pounding like a teenager with a crush, she went outside to confront him. Long strides ate the distance between them all too quickly. She opened her mouth to call out.
Only to have her breath stall in her chest. Up close, he was even more impressive than she’d imagined.
A light mist of water sprayed her, but she hardly noticed the coolness on her overheated skin.
Gooseflesh covered his exposed torso. Frozen like the statue he used to be, Caly couldn’t seem to force herself to move. He stopped stock-still like he sensed her watching. He bent forward and switched off the hose, giving her a perfect view of his behind that made her mouth water.
Then he turned, catching her in the act.
They both held motionless.
She licked her lips, her eyes following a rivulet of water as it trailed into the waistband of his pants. Muscles flexed under her gaze, calling out for her touch. Strength lay in his body. Strength she’d experienced firsthand and still felt in her dreams.
An angel? Caly thought not. Not with a body like his just ripe for sinning.
She dabbed at her face only to stop dead at his smile. Following his gaze, she glanced down and blinked in surprise at her nearly exposed torso. It looked like she’d entered a wet t-shirt contest.
And from his expression, won.
Feeling hunted and wanting to be caught a little too much, Caly threw the towel at his face.
He deftly caught it mid-air, doing nothing to diminish the intensity in his eyes.
A shiver raced over her as the breeze picked up, and she crossed her arms, refusing to admit it had anything to do with him. Never one to second-guess her actions, she couldn’t understand this sudden shyness.
If she didn’t want to kill him, she wanted to kiss him.
Her focus went unerringly to the towel as he dried off, the way he dragged it over his body. No way could she form coherent words while he performed such an intimate task. He finally looped the towel around his neck, leaving his smooth chest exposed. Barely able to tear her gaze away, she dared a glance up to his eyes.
Only to find that he seemed to be just as fascinated with her. His hunger made her feel like a chicken wing at an all-you-can-eat buffet. She shouldn’t have felt relief at not being the only one affected, but she did.
“We need to talk.” Her voice came out husky and provocative rather than the stern she was aiming for.
Embarrassed, she forced her gaze from his body and stared over his shoulder. Unfortunately, her imagination worked just fine.