|Posted by Brenda Dyer on August 14, 2011 at 11:30 AM|
This sample is taken from my MS, Love's Prophecy.
Well, you helped him all right. You helped him pick up another victim! And with a face like his, she was certain he lured tons of women; they'd flock to him like bees to honey. What perfect bait he was.
The soft rustling of skin sliding over sheets snapped her out of her frightening speculations. Every muscle in her froze as the soft inhale and exhale of breathing came from behind her. Breeana shoved a knuckle into her mouth, bit down, trying to stop a scream from bursting forth; alerting her captor she was awake.