Six more sentences from FROST, my third sexy paranormal 1Night Stand story, coming soon from Decadent Publishing. (Hoping to share cover deliciousness with you soon!)
The man was too freakin’ gorgeous to walk the
planet. If he were
a piece of sculpture, Michelangelo’s David would vacate his pedestal in
embarrassment and shame and run crying back to the little kids’ table. She
imagined threading her fingers through those dense, midnight locks, pulling him
closer, letting him nibble on her… touching the brutally-carved
face, the sharp, high cheekbones giving way to shadowed hollows, bone-rigid
jaw, full kissable lips.
This time, instead of
fleeing, the annoying voice inside her woke up and called an audible.
Kiss
me. Kiss me. Kiss me. Make me yours. Fuck my freakin’ brains out.
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