First, I want to apologize that blogs have been few and far between lately. But I have a good excuse.
Imagine doing NaNoWriMo two months back to back.
Me the last two months...
I've got two weeks until deadline. If I'm still alive at the end of it, I promise to return here with bells on and new posts. : ) Thanks for being patient and sticking around.
In the meantime, here's a sneak peek from FALL INTO YOU (my January release):
His expression remained placid, but the flare in his eyes said he was anything but. “Finish your sentence.”
She cringed but forced her vocal cords to work. “The thought made me mad. And jealous.”
He seemed to consider that for a moment, his head tilting ever so slightly. “Interesting. Kneel down.”
She responded in an instant and attempted to rock down gracefully. Her knees hit the polished wood floors with barely a sound. Yeah, buddy. She fought back a proud smile.
He nodded in approval as he walked a slow circle around her, like an animal sizing up its prey. He stopped in front of her again. “Very nice. Get used to holding that kneel.”
He stepped back a few feet but continued to watch her as he slipped his suit coat off his shoulders—a slow, fluid motion of a man in no hurry. He folded the jacket and laid it neatly over the arm of the couch, smoothing out an errant wrinkle. Next, he pulled at the knot on his tie, the soft silk-against-silk sound the only noise in the room. His movements stayed methodical, deliberate—his stare unyielding. With each removed item, Charli found her heartbeat ticking up a notch. She moistened her lips. Was he going to take off everything? Was she finally going to get to see all of him, touch him?
He ran the silk tie over his palm with an oh-the-things-I-could- do look on his face, and she could almost feel its smoothness against her own skin. What would it feel like against her wrists, her ankles? But he laid it across his suit coat, leaving it unused. His long fingers went to his cuff links and he unfastened the buttons at his wrists. Clink. Clink. The cuff links hit the glass side table, startling Charli.
Grant gave her a wicked smile as he rolled the sleeves of his white dress shirt up his forearms. “Am I making you nervous, Charlotte?”
“Smart girl. Your instincts are better than your brother gives you credit for.”
*Excerpt Copyright 2012 Roni Loren - All Rights Reserved Berkley Publishing Group