Melynda Price

Six Sentence Sunday # 16 (5/6)

Sorry for the missed week. This is week 5 of my 6 week excerpt from Until Darkness Comes.  I hope you’re enjoying the continuation. Thanks for reading and posting your comments. Have a great Sunday!

“Emily, your wrist!” Liam lifted her hand and gently turned it over, carefully inspecting the dark purple bruises that marred her pale, delicate flesh. “That son of a bitch!” he growled.

The heat of his anger blasted into her like an inferno. Her pulse quickened in response to his energy surge, maybe he wasn’t the only one who could feel the other’s emotions, because what she  got from him right now was a whole lot of rage, possessiveness, and something else she shouldn’t even be letting herself consider. This was just crazy, he couldn’t possibly be projecting his emotions onto her–could he?

Six Sentence Sunday #15 (4/6)

This week is another continuation of the six-week long excerpt from my Redemption series. The first book in this series is titled Until Darkness Comes. I’m still in the early contracting stages and am currently awaiting a release date from Noble Romance.  Hope you’re enjoying the continuation. Thanks for reading and posting your comments. Have a great Sunday!

Liam expelled a deep breath and roughly drug his hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to say, Olivia, I cannot deny what you say that I am.”

 An audible gasp escaped her lips at his confession as single teardrop rolled down her cheek, landing on his hand. She looked down at the splatter of moisture, wicking into his flesh like a rain drop in the desert, and heard the sharp intake of his breath. She glanced up to see the unnatural sheen of his bright amethyst eyes.

Six Sentence Sunday #14 (3/6)

This weeks six is a continuation from the last two weeks. It will run for three more Sundays. This excerpt comes from my novel, Redemption, currently under contract with Noble Romance. Thanks for reading and posting your comments 🙂

Olivia hesitated, her mouth was suddenly dry, her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth when she tried to speak. This was all so surreal; her pulse drummed in her ears as she returned his dark violet stare.

“You’re an angel,” the words left her lips in a  barely audible whisper. 

She heard Liam’s breath catch in his throat. Her mind raced when he didn’t deny it, the intensity in his eyes triggered a fresh spring of tears, blurring her vision as she anxiously bit the inside of her bottom lip until the tangy copper flavor touched her tongue. “Say something,” she cried, unable to bear the silence a moment longer.