Welcome back for more Six Sentence Sunday. This excerpt is from Hellebore. Here we go…
“What I’m asking isn’t difficult.” Searcy’s deep voice filled the small space. “I only want to take you to dinner.”
“I don’t even know you.”
His cool breath fanned her cheeks as warmth from his body crashed into hers. With trembling fingers, she reached out and met a wall of hard muscle.
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