Scintillating Sunday Blog Hop
“You should wear blouses like that more often. It suits you.” He unleashed a tendril of power. Most women would turn from anger to near swooning from this much.
“Thank you.” She leaned forward and licked her lips.
He didn’t realize it would take so little to get on her good side. “And that skirt shows off your legs beautifully.”
“You think so?” She turned her leg as if to get a better view. “I worried it would be too short.”
“No, it’s just the right length.” He swallowed as heat set his blood pumping.
“You look amazing…in that color.” A faint blush colored her cheeks as she leaned closer, her eyes darkening. “Want to tell me more… alone?”
Now he was getting somewhere. Why did he think this was going to be hard? He was nearly five thousand years old Incubus. No woman could resist him. “I don’t think I can wait the long ride back to camp.” He traced her hand with his finger. “Let’s get a hotel room and let Travis pick us up in the morning. Late.”
“Damon.” A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “You’re too predictable.” She pulled her hand away and stood. “Pizzas are ready. You guys finished?”
“What?” How did she go from scorching hot to formal in a blink?
But Renee didn’t answer him. She sauntered up to the counter and paid for the food while he gawked at her. Was I just played? Impossible. That’s never happened to me… ever.
Claimed Book 1 forthcoming February 2016
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Her favorite childhood memories revolved around creating vibrant characters for her friends, and then acting out their adventures. Inside her fantasy worlds of darkened forests, dragon-filled glades, and iced islands, nothing was banned. From the ethereal Elvin to the most maligned Vampires, all were welcome in her fictional realities, a stark contrast to her home, where the magical and mythical was forbidden.