I thought I was done with shares from this WIP, but it looks like I have one more week left in me.
After I let the MS sit for a couple of days, I decided to cut a character and subplot before sending Frost to my cps. Scary stuff, but the book is better for it. 🙂
Desire for his flavor made my fingers curl against the urge to capture fistfuls of his dark hair and yank until our mouths fused and his air supplied my starving lungs. Tempting him to me, I let my mouth hover dangerously close to his until he closed the distance with a groan that resonated through me as his chest pressed to mine.
His hands slid from my hips and behind until he cupped me to him. I shivered when the hard length of him pressed into my stomach. He nibbled the column of my throat. “I want you.”
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Hailey writes about questionable applications of otherwise perfectly good magic, the transformative power of love, the family you choose for yourself, and blowing stuff up. Not necessarily all at once. That could get messy.
