It’s Wednesday, so you know what that means…it’s Hump Day Hook! It’s a weekly blog hop where each participating author posts one paragraph from either a published book or work in progress.
I’m going to post a paragraph from my WIP, Book 1 of The Dark Hart Chronicles due out in April of 2013. This book centers around my heroine, Savannah Wood and my vampire rock and roll hero, Nick Hart.
~Excerpt from Tempted~
I had to admit I wasn’t totally surprised to see him waiting for me as I exited the ladies room. Sexily slouched across the wall, his arms were crossed under his chest. His handsome face had been brooding, but when his eyes met mine his lips curved into the smallest of smiles. He pushed off the wall and smoothly backed me against the opposite wall of the cramped, dark hallway.
“I like you, Savannah.” The back of his fingers caressed my cheek softly. ”Too much, in fact.”
“I’m sure you’ve used that line before,” I teased softly, clearing my throat uncomfortably. His closeness was causing my already ragged breathing to hitch and my heart to race uncontrollably in my chest.
He chuckled darkly. His eyes burned with a strange intensity that pulled me to him instead of pushing me away. The smell of leather and his smoky, spicy cologne surrounded me. ”Surprisingly, I’ve never said that before to another woman. Ever.”
I swallowed nervously. Only inches separated our bodies from touching. That invisible, yet tangible magnetism pulled me to him like a moth to a flame. I was too tired to fight him and I let my traitorous body give in to energy pulsing between us.
“You’re my boss…” I managed to mutter weakly. My body had missed the memo; it shamelessly shifted closer to him.
“It’s a little after 11 pm and if you want to get technical, I’m not officially your boss. Yet.” His cool breath fanned over my face. ”So beautiful, Savannah.” His lips were soft as they brushed a path down my cheek to press against my jaw. His chest and arms were strong and secure as he pulled me closer. I fought against him for a respectable five seconds before collapsing against him in willing surrender. My fingers instinctively plunged into his silky black hair, pulling his head back. My lips and hands had a mind of its own-or if I wanted to pass the buck I could easily use the excuse that the alcohol had taken over. Focusing on the task at hand, I boldly trailed lines of wet, tonguing kisses down his scratchy throat.
His low, throaty growls told me that he liked what I was doing. A lot. His hips pinned me against the wall, his cock twitching in anticipation through his tight denim jeans. He was holding back. If he wanted to, he could do so much more and I wasn’t sure I was against it happening.
Before I fully understood what had happened, he’d pulled away from me. He assumed his previous pose against the wall as if he’d never moved. His soulful brown eyes were boring holes through me, as if they were staring into my very soul.
They wanted much more than I was willing to offer.
© Tempted Alexandra Anthony
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