My novella, The Whisper of Time, is coming soon to
Whisper's Publishing. This week's six come from the middle of the story:
The kiss wasflight. The kind of kiss that had magic I hadn't know existed. Or maybe it wasthe kind of kiss that I had known long before but had all but forgotten, likethe scent of roses once they're no longer in bloom. We came apart, the kiss still fluttering in theair between us, but muted now and then it plunged with a heavy thought. Kyle.What was I going to do about Kyle?
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Published on February 26, 2012 04:00