♦ ♦ ♦
𝕸𝖔𝖗𝖌𝖆𝖓
♦ ♦ ♦
♦ ♦ ♦
“You came back,” she said in a breathy voice between sips, eyes peering up at me through her lashes. Her cheeks were flushed from the exercise, and I imagined how the rest of her body would color with the proper stimulation.
“There’s no place I’d rather be.”
“That makes one of us.”
“Come on—it’s not so bad.”
Her eyes leisurely strolled down my torso. “Not so bad today as it was yesterday.”
“It’s good to see your attitude has changed.” My lips spread wide in an amused grin. “A couple of hours ago, you were ready to slit my throat.” I knew what she was doing with her sultry flirting, and I was more than happy to play along.
“After I had time to cool down, I realized what you said was true. We did get off on the wrong foot. If you’re going to stay here with me, there’s no reason we can’t be … pleasant.” She inched around the counter, closer to where I leaned against the wall, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Your change in outlook wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with me getting you out of here, would it?” My voice was a low rumble as her hand reached up and gently ghosted down the planes of my chest.
“Of course, it does,” she admitted. “I know you’re not an idiot, but I also know being ugly to you isn’t going to improve my chances. Believe it or not, I can be rather reasonable.”
I lifted my hand to a strand of her hair that had fallen across her eyes and placed it back where it belonged, intentionally swiping my fingers across her forehead. I wanted to touch her. Needed to feel the silky softness of her skin.
“I hope you understand, it’s hard to believe someone who is well known for their tricks and manipulation.”
For a split second, hurt flashed in her unguarded expression before her confident façade was back in place. It had been so seemingly genuine, I almost believed it.
The woman was good.
Very good.
“I doubt there’s anything I can say to change your opinion of me, and I understand that. What I’m asking of you is to consider that it might be possible for us to work together toward a common goal.” This time, her hands traced the width of my shoulders as if straightening nonexistent wrinkles, then slid along the contours of my arms.
The sensation of her touch aroused a surprisingly strong urge to flip our positions and press my body against hers. I wanted to cage her against the wall where I could taste and savor her. I shook away the image, knowing better than to get caught up in someone like Morgan.
“And what, pray tell, could we possibly have in common?” I asked wryly. She had my attention—I would give her that. I couldn’t fathom what might align me to her cause.
Her teeth grazed across her full bottom lip as she peered up at me.
“The cauldron not only restores life, it restores health, heals the sick and injured—it could give you back your memories,” she whispered.
♦ ♦ ♦
Read the First Chapter HERE!
♦ ♦ ♦
Jill is a Texan, born and raised. She manages the hectic social calendars for her three active children and occasionally spends an evening with her dashing husband. Aside from being an author and a mom, she's a travel junkie and loves to read when she is not lost in her own stories.
With Jill’s books, you can count on confident heroines, plenty of steamy tension, and deliciously assertive leading men. There are no guarantees in life, but with her books, you know everything will work out in the end. However, a perfect ending would not be nearly as satisfying without a seemingly insurmountable challenge. Jill loves to add plenty of adversity in her stories, creating unforgettably dynamic characters and sneaky plot twists you will never see coming.
♦ ♦ ♦
No comments:
Post a Comment
Please leave your comments below.