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Yet another Sunday rolls around and I still can’t pin this book down long enough to name it. It’s tricksy.
His glamour twisted minds to suit his whims. I knew. Mine bore the spiral imprint of his amusement. “Here is what I promised you.” He slid an envelope into my bag and waited. “Well, aren’t you going to open it?”
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I knew I had been sick this week, but I didn’t realize how sick until I forgot to post SSS. Sorry for the delay. Here is my excerpt.
My claws lengthened and drummed against the half-raised glass, plinking like raindrops on the windowpane. Dillon shook his head as if saying not now, I’m busy. As if I weren’t worth his time. A frustrated growl rumbled in my chest as he stiffly set off for the far side of the yard.
Dillon. I hadn’t meant to think his name.
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This was a big news week for me, which means…yeah, I got no new words written. 🙁
I hope to remedy that tomorrow. Until then, here’s more from Dillon and Isabeau.
When his gaze touched me, it had weight, and my shoulders hunched to make me the smallest target possible for his rage. I kept from squeezing my eyes shut but it was a near thing. His anger saturated the air until it reeked of his fury and dangerous intent.
When he reached for me, I stood my ground. I was weak, but I was not a coward; he would not make me one. Squaring my shoulders, I forced my head up until my gaze held his.
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This week’s six is another snippet from Dillon’s book.
Happy Fourth to all those celebrating!
He rubbed the membranous film of my wings between his fingers and my knees buckled.
“Remove your hand,” I said, breathless, “or you will regret it.”
For a moment, he let me think he’d do as I’d asked. He let me curse my mouth for ever having opened. Then he glanced up with silver eyes gone molten, and I wondered if he’d heard me at all.
His lips curved as he said, “I somehow doubt that.”
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I am one whole day into my new project. It’s unnamed, so it’s going by “Dillon’s book” for now. 😉
I sank to my knees before him. Without his glamour, his was a terrible sort of beauty.
His eyes were sterling and unforgiving, his skin ebony and flawless but for the scar that began on his forehead and crossed over his nose. The thick ridge bisected his right eyebrow and emerged at his temple before vanishing beneath his sleek, black hair. His wings were massive, and he wore them as a cloak about his shoulders. Something twitched at his feet, and I thought I saw…but it couldn’t be.
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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.
