Sneak Peek #1 for Mason
I am so excited for the release of Mason on June 5! I decided to do two sneak peeks for this one just because I am that excited. Here is number 1, and I will do sneak peek number 2 closer to the release of the book. Remember to be on the look out for the pre-order date! It's all happening very soon!
I sat heavily in a chair and watched the man being hauled away. The party resumed, but I just sat in the chair watching the condensation run down the side of my beer bottle.
“That was a nice thing you did for Caleb,” a voice said from my left. “Not a lot of people would have gotten in the middle of a fray for a stranger.”
I looked up into the eyes of Mason Dewitt. As I had thought, his eyes were a light blue-green; the color of his shirt made his eyes seem bigger and bluer. He stood in front of me with a cup of Nana Greta's Naughty Lemonade in one hand and his other hand was on his hip. He wasn't overly feminine, but there was something about him that seemed almost soft. There was lilt to his voice that pitched the tone slightly higher. And I admit I did notice the slight sway in his hips when he walked.
“I don't know about that,” I grunted.
He stuck his hand out to me, the other hand that was holding his drink was in a brace. His hand looked soft, and I briefly wondered what they would feel like wrapped around my c***, or running along the ridges of my abs.
“I'm Mason.”
I wrapped my rough hand around his soft one, jumping slightly at the jolt of electricity that ran through me when my hand touched his. What the fuck was that?
“Axe Knox.”
“Axe?” Mason smiled, and f***ing Jesus was that smile something else. “That can't be your real name.”
“No one calls me by my first name anymore, expect for Grizz,” I replied, nodding over to where Grizz was talking to Diego and Carter, “but only when he's trying to Papa bear me.”
Mason's smile grew bigger. “Axe it is then. Can I sit?”
I gestured to the chair next to me. “Be my guest.”
Happy Reading!
I sat heavily in a chair and watched the man being hauled away. The party resumed, but I just sat in the chair watching the condensation run down the side of my beer bottle.
“That was a nice thing you did for Caleb,” a voice said from my left. “Not a lot of people would have gotten in the middle of a fray for a stranger.”
I looked up into the eyes of Mason Dewitt. As I had thought, his eyes were a light blue-green; the color of his shirt made his eyes seem bigger and bluer. He stood in front of me with a cup of Nana Greta's Naughty Lemonade in one hand and his other hand was on his hip. He wasn't overly feminine, but there was something about him that seemed almost soft. There was lilt to his voice that pitched the tone slightly higher. And I admit I did notice the slight sway in his hips when he walked.
“I don't know about that,” I grunted.
He stuck his hand out to me, the other hand that was holding his drink was in a brace. His hand looked soft, and I briefly wondered what they would feel like wrapped around my c***, or running along the ridges of my abs.
“I'm Mason.”
I wrapped my rough hand around his soft one, jumping slightly at the jolt of electricity that ran through me when my hand touched his. What the fuck was that?
“Axe Knox.”
“Axe?” Mason smiled, and f***ing Jesus was that smile something else. “That can't be your real name.”
“No one calls me by my first name anymore, expect for Grizz,” I replied, nodding over to where Grizz was talking to Diego and Carter, “but only when he's trying to Papa bear me.”
Mason's smile grew bigger. “Axe it is then. Can I sit?”
I gestured to the chair next to me. “Be my guest.”
Happy Reading!
Published on April 27, 2018 21:47
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