Dying for a sneak peak?
So, the fourth book is taking longer than expected. Sorry everyone! My only hope is that it is the best book yet. But just to whet your appetite, here's another excerpt. The fourth book will be out at the end of the month! Stay tuned for updates!
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We pulled up to the Texas style ranch house—or what I thought a Texas style ranch house would look like—and I double checked the address my mom had given me. This couldn’t be the place. There were horses running around with cows and chickens everywhere. I couldn’t see anyone but a cowboy with three kids and a wife on a show named Pioneer Woman living here.
“You sure this is the right place, Bane?”
I was hoping we’d made a wrong turn, and she lived closer to the Holiday Inn we’d passed almost an hour ago. Wasn’t Florida supposed to be tourist-y? They had Miami, Key West, and Disney World. I found it strange that there could be a little town in the middle of nowhere with farm animals running around mixed in with all that.
“It’s the right place, habibi.”
Super. It didn’t feel wrong at all to pull my God only knows how expensive Lamborghini onto the long stretch of gravely dirt road that was the driveway. Nope, I felt right at home as I stopped for wayward chickens, and rolled down my window to yell at a horse who got too close to the purple paint on my car. Bird crap I could wash off, but horse crap? I wasn’t about to take any chances.
We finally made it, and pulled into a makeshift parking space. I stared through the tinted window toward the house. It was beautiful and huge, painted white with a wrap around porch and two weathered, wicker chairs on it. There were small plants all along the porch and some in the six windows spread evenly across the front of the house. It matched the farm like quality of the place, but still looked modern and maintained.
I cut the engine, smoothed my hand down the front of my jeans, and took a deep breath. Bane reached over and squeezed my knee. “It’ll be fine, Peaches. If she doesn’t know anything we’ll have Samantha wipe her memory.”
I glanced at him. “Just like the cops and the guests at the funeral?”
His smile was twisted. “Needs must.”
I rolled my eyes and looked back towards the house. “What if she does know what I am?”
It felt like Christmas. Of course, I wanted to find out what I’d gotten from “Santa”—my mom and dad—but at the same time I worried that it would be a crappy gift like socks or clothes I’d never wear in a million years. Except this time, I worried about finding out that the “gift” I got, wasn’t crappy but even more dangerous than I'd thought it to be.
Bane’s arms locked around me and dragged me flush against him. He scowled. “For the last fucking time, you’re not dangerous. You’re not a monster. You’re not bad.”
I tilted my head, and raised an eyebrow. “You forgot to add ‘not fat’ to that.”
“I never thought you were fat,” he growled and lowered his mouth to mine. “I’ve always thought you were the right amount of woman to take me.”
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We pulled up to the Texas style ranch house—or what I thought a Texas style ranch house would look like—and I double checked the address my mom had given me. This couldn’t be the place. There were horses running around with cows and chickens everywhere. I couldn’t see anyone but a cowboy with three kids and a wife on a show named Pioneer Woman living here.
“You sure this is the right place, Bane?”
I was hoping we’d made a wrong turn, and she lived closer to the Holiday Inn we’d passed almost an hour ago. Wasn’t Florida supposed to be tourist-y? They had Miami, Key West, and Disney World. I found it strange that there could be a little town in the middle of nowhere with farm animals running around mixed in with all that.
“It’s the right place, habibi.”
Super. It didn’t feel wrong at all to pull my God only knows how expensive Lamborghini onto the long stretch of gravely dirt road that was the driveway. Nope, I felt right at home as I stopped for wayward chickens, and rolled down my window to yell at a horse who got too close to the purple paint on my car. Bird crap I could wash off, but horse crap? I wasn’t about to take any chances.
We finally made it, and pulled into a makeshift parking space. I stared through the tinted window toward the house. It was beautiful and huge, painted white with a wrap around porch and two weathered, wicker chairs on it. There were small plants all along the porch and some in the six windows spread evenly across the front of the house. It matched the farm like quality of the place, but still looked modern and maintained.
I cut the engine, smoothed my hand down the front of my jeans, and took a deep breath. Bane reached over and squeezed my knee. “It’ll be fine, Peaches. If she doesn’t know anything we’ll have Samantha wipe her memory.”
I glanced at him. “Just like the cops and the guests at the funeral?”
His smile was twisted. “Needs must.”
I rolled my eyes and looked back towards the house. “What if she does know what I am?”
It felt like Christmas. Of course, I wanted to find out what I’d gotten from “Santa”—my mom and dad—but at the same time I worried that it would be a crappy gift like socks or clothes I’d never wear in a million years. Except this time, I worried about finding out that the “gift” I got, wasn’t crappy but even more dangerous than I'd thought it to be.
Bane’s arms locked around me and dragged me flush against him. He scowled. “For the last fucking time, you’re not dangerous. You’re not a monster. You’re not bad.”
I tilted my head, and raised an eyebrow. “You forgot to add ‘not fat’ to that.”
“I never thought you were fat,” he growled and lowered his mouth to mine. “I’ve always thought you were the right amount of woman to take me.”
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