I am so excited to announce a new series I'll be releasing exclusively on Amazon Kindle.
If you love lurking zombies, strong heroines, and filthy men this is for you!
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If you like to be tempted, here you go :
After what seems like eternity, he lowers his hands to his side, leans back against the wall and exhales. With his eyes closed, his chin aimed into the fuzzy light, he looks like an athlete after a hundred mile run. Strong. Gorgeous. Resourceful. I don’t know him and yet I am suddenly not afraid. There is something about him that surrounds me in effortless calm, in safety, in warmth. I stare at him unabashedly as my body slowly transitions my adrenaline from flight to tingle. My breathing slows and fills my belly with everything it needs. I feel warm, rooted, human. I have no fear of him opening his eyes and catching me, in fact I begin to long for it. I crave the moment when he will realize I am staring at him, into him, and he will come for me without moving. Each passing moment makes me desperate to have his undivided attention replace my despair with comfort.
I watch his chest rise and fall, the beads of sweat on the tips of his hair dripping onto his frayed shirt. The slight parting of his lips as he catches his breath and calms is doing the exact opposite to me. My pulse quickens as my blood pumps furiously through my veins, and my inner thighs quiver slightly.
Eyes open and lock. I stand as still as I ever have, I do not want this moment to leave, to change, to become anything it is not. My body feels a traveling heat wash over me, as if warm oil has begun to leak from the ceiling in a small waterfall. The sensation caresses my neck, across my collar bone, down between my breasts and beneath my sweat soaked tank.
Neither of us move, despite the magnetic pull in my belly.