Mercy for the Wicked

Despite work seriously kicking my ass lately, the new book is going well, I'm just about 48,000 words into it and so far, Adam has hijacked it twice, changing my outline to suit his purposes.  I have to say, I like his ideas better than mine, and I hope you will too.

Here is a little taste:

All I knew was that I dreaded the moment it would end, because I knew each time we parted it would be harder to say goodbye. So I concentrated on making a memory to last me through those times when we'd be apart, savoring every touch of his hands, every brush of his lips, every breath that mingled with mine until finally he pulled away, pressing his forehead to mine.

"I hate to say this, but…"

"You have to go," I nodded slowly, but neither of us moved to part just yet. "You can't keep doing this to me."

"I know," Adam sighed, fingers tracing over the curve of my jaw.

"I have a life. I have a boyfriend." Inside I dared him to challenge me about it, claim me as his, but his face just darkened.

"I know."

Disappointed, I pushed a little harder. "You can't expect me to wait around for you forever; taking whatever crumbs you toss my way when you feel like it." But I would, I knew that about myself and I felt like shit for it, because it wasn't fair to Ben and it wasn't fair to me.

"I know."

A furrow appeared on his brow and I wasn't sure he was even listening to me anymore. "Will you stop saying you know? Can't you give me something to hold onto? Some kind of hope? Or is this it? You're leaving me here until you're good and ready and when you do take me out of this place, things go back to the way they were? You in whatever forsaken corner of the world you're holed up in, and me…"

"Shut up for a minute, I'm thinking," he muttered absently and my eyes closed as I tried to reign in my temper. Sweet Jesus, why did I bother?

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Ah you gotta love a man with a plan, right?  And Adam definitely has a plan…  Too bad Mercy doesn't follow instructions particularly well.