AN EXCERPT:
Lacey stumbled into the doorway, Roger’s hands groping madly beneath her shirt.
Her breath came hot and ragged as he thumped her against the wall. He spread her hands
out as he pinned her, his kisses trailing wildly down the length of her throat. She let out a
muffled groan then broke away, taking hold of his hand and drawing him to the bedroom
beyond.
He untucked her shirt with eager fingers as he nibbled on her ear. Lacey let her
head fall back, and her eyes fell closed as her mind swam with the sensation he brought
to life inside her. She heard the phone ring, like bells from the distance it broke into the
silence of the room. She ignored it.
They tumbled together onto the bed, his hands possessive on her body.
Three
more times the phone rang before she vaguely heard the answering machine click on
beside her. But as Paul’s voice drifted over the machine she was drawn from her
whirlwind of romance.
“So there I was minding my own business, pounding away at the keyboard, my deadline breathing down the back of my neck like some blood-sucking demon ready to
devour what’s left of my mortal soul and then I noticed it… A single light burning from a
third story window just across the alley from my apartment. The only hint of light in the
bleak darkness, like a beacon upon another sleepless night.” |
