On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress...an idea that is one year old!
This week's excerpt is from THE WICCANING:
Rion's hands slid possessively around the back of her slim waist, drawing Justine against what she realized was a thickening bulge in his tight jeans. Her stomach spun with centrifugal force, and her fingers begged to slide through his satiny waterfall of blond hair despite her brain's stern orders to the contrary. She wanted his hands on her―God help her, she couldn’t think of a place on her body where she didn’t want them. That both panicked and fired her. She didn’t belong here, drinking and cavorting like the town tramp with some rock-star-looking bad boy. Toying with arousal like this was a dangerous game, so why couldn’t she muster up enough will to care?