I woke up today in the worst mood ever. Not necessarily a bad mood, just a funk of sorts. I have tried the usual suspects – drank a cup of coffee, listened to some music, read some funnies, tried chatting with friends. Nothing has worked. So, rather than try to come up with something nice to say, I figured I would give you all a little taste of my WIP Dance With the Devil, the third full-length book in the Demon Legacy series. This is just a little taste of a new character none of you have met yet, and our girl Dez is going to get in all kinds of trouble with this one.
Please be kind as it’s unedited, raw draft snippet. *wink wink*
In this post:
- Dance With the Devil Snippet
She felt the heat of his breath on her ear a split second before every nerve in her body was set on fire by his words.
“Do you know who I am?” At the sound of his voice, Dez’s mouth went dry. She flushed, the consuming heat of lust instantly coloring her cheeks.
“Silas,” she managed to whisper.
“Do you know what I am?” His words reverberated through her head, and for the first time, she realized that she had absolutely no clue.
“No.” Her reply was short, but the burden of it settled on her shoulders, sobering her slightly.
“Are you afraid of me?” She thought a moment before responding, and even as she spoke her answer, her own lie sat bitter on her tongue.
“No.” He gently glided his hand up her bare arms, his touch feather light but scorching. He didn’t say a word as his fingertips lightly danced across her collar bone and explored her delicate neck. He brushed the hair back from her ear. Just before the anticipation reached a boiling point, he uttered three tiny words, instantly putting her on high alert.
“You should be.”
Dez whirled around to face him but he was already gone.
*PLEASE NOTE: This snippet is unedited and may not be copied for any reason. The publish date and time of this post is to serve as proof of my copyright on the materials contained herein.