This weeks six is a continuation from last week. It comes from Redemption, and I’m so excited to say that I’ve been offered a contract for this novel by Noble Romance 🙂 Thanks for reading and leaving your comments!
Liam stiffened like a stone statue in the seat beside her; the steady rise and fall of his chest ceased, his grip on her hands tightened ever so slightly. He didn’t speak—didn’t move.
Oh, shit! Emily’s anxiety soared–could he feel it? If he did, he certainly gave no indication of it, as she sat there with her heart slamming erratically inside her chest, waiting breathlessly for him to say something—anything.
“Say it then,” he challenged, his voice a low husky whisper. “What is it that you think I am?”
This weeks six comes from Redemption, currently in submission with Noble Romance. Thanks for reading and leaving comments. The feedback is much appreciated 🙂
“I know there’s something wrong with me, Liam, and you know it too; so did those…things on the boat yesterday.”
“Olivia, trust me, there is nothing wrong with you.”
He seems so sure; she doubted he’d be saying that five minutes from now when she spilled her guts to him. “I know what Max is,” she confessed softly. A flicker of surprise crossed his face, but it was gone so fast, maybe she imagined it. “And I know what you are too,” she added, forcing the words from her mouth before she lost her nerve.
This weeks six comes from Redemption, currently in submission with Noble Romance. Thanks for reading and leaving your comments. The feedback is much appreciated 🙂
The little hairs on the back of Olivia’s neck tingled as she watched the wordless showdown between Max and the stranger. A malicious sneer crossed Max’s face a second before he took a possessive step toward her and slid his arm around her waist. He pulled her close and his mouth descended on hers in a kiss much too intimate for the public eye.
“Max!” Olivia wedged her hand against his chest and shoved him away, but not before the skunky after-taste of beer filled her mouth.
“God, you taste good,” his low throaty growl sent a chill up her spine and she took an apprehensive step back.
Well that was a macho-shithead move, why didn’t he just pee in a circle around her and be done with it already?