Welcome day two of this special edition I am running on my blog this week. This collection is sure to
warm up your cold nights as these authors offer up men so hot they will make
you burn for more.
For seven days
I will be treating you to seven paragraphs from the seven writers of When the
Night Comes. The anthology is available for a limited time on Amazon for only
.99 cents so get your e-book today or you can buy the paperback for $13.31.
Now here is a taste of Wicked Girl, the second book in the anthology
My fingers ached with a need to touch him but I didn’t want to
make the first move. I had no idea why. I’d always taken control in the
bedroom. Raised on female power and confidence, witches embrace their sexuality
freely. Why was Josh so different? I had a strange awareness of the oddest need
flittering in my head. I literally wanted him to pick me up, dump me over his
shoulder and carry me caveman style to the bedroom.
Huh? Where was this crazy idea coming from?
“Are you okay?” Josh moved so close that he had to put his arm on
the back of the couch.
I could smell his aftershave which had an ambery musky scent. It
fit him completely. I could easily get addicted to that aroma. Manly and
dominant.
Dammit, there’s that word again. Dominant.
I realized he’d been staring at me with a flash of concern in his
eyes. I instantly became conscious that I never answered his question. “Um,
yeah. Why do you ask?” I trembled slightly. So much for the seductive
confidence, I displayed earlier.
“You zoned out for a moment. If you’re tired, I can go.” He didn’t
move, thank the goddess. Instead, he linked his fingers through my hair. “You
have such soft hair, Alala,” he murmured.
I gazed back at him and saw the hue in his irises take on a lush
emerald color. To Wiccans, green is a steadying harmonizing color. I could get
lost in his eyes. The picture of nature. Every nerve ending began to stir and
then pulsate. I became hyperaware of how close he sat next to me. I wanted him
to touch more than my hair
I glanced down at his strong beefy thighs. “I’m not tired. I’m
taking in your presence…and enjoying it.”
He sucked in his breath. “What is happening to me? I’ve never been
drawn to a woman like this before. Have you put some sort of spell on
me?”
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