|Posted by Brenda Dyer on August 20, 2011 at 11:05 AM|
This sample is taken from my WIP, Love's Prophecy
Mel knocked once and then walked in, drying his hair with a towel. He shut the door and glanced in her direction. When his eyes met hers, he stopped, and a purely masculine smile stretched across his clean shaven face.
Breeana's heart slammed and her breath stuck in her throat.
Oh God, he's too hot for words. His jeans hung low on his hips and a black T-shirt stretched tightly across his broad chest, emphasizing his large shoulders. His long black hair was tangled from the vigorous rubbing. The muscles in his arms flexed and relaxed as he continued drying his hair. The urge to plaster herself against him like a second skin was overpowering.
This guy belongs behind bars. He could steal a woman's self control from her with one hand tied behind his back.
Lust flooded her body. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to keep her hands off him.
Her gaze followed him as he tossed the towel on the chair and disappeared into the bathroom.