Hope your week’s off to a good start. Mine’s shaping up to be a busy one already, rushing to get final edits finished, writing the prequel, starting promo and fitting it all round my regular work. It’s all go! 🙂 Since it’s Tuesday and Teaser day, I thought I would share a snippet today from the Love Reawakened prequel. I’m hoping it will be finished before the actual book releases, but as usual my characters aren’t sticking to schedule as I guess we’ll see. I’m definitely enjoying it though, so hope you do too! (you’ll have to excuse any mistakes – this hasn’t got as far as editing yet)
“How’re you feeling?” His voice was low, gravelly, and did funny things to her stomach.
“My head hurts,” she whimpered.
“I know, sweetheart, you took a bit of a bump. Let’s get you somewhere more comfortable and we can get it looked at.”
Sweetheart? Mmmm, for someone who very rarely dreamed her subconscious was really on form here. If it would just get rid of the throbbing pain in her head then this might really be getting good.
“Can you stand?” He was asking, and she tried to get to her feet, only to realize her ankle didn’t want to behave either. A cry of pain escaped her when she tried to put weight on it, and she ended up almost falling on top of him.
“Easy, honey,” he told her with another grin. “We have only just met.”
“I don’t think I can walk,” she whimpered, and then let out a cry of shock when he swung her up into his arms.
“Come on then, never let it be said I don’t help damsels in distress.” His eyes twinkled down at her.
“Not a damsel,” Emma muttered. “Am a witch.”
He laughed. “I know that, no reason you can’t be both.” His gaze suddenly shifted past her and his tone went brisk. “All sorted, D?”
“Yup, he’s back in the ground. And, I see you have things well in hand here.” There was a hint of amusement in that voice and Emma managed to twist around slightly to see another man grinning down at them. Wow, he was hot as well, her dream imagination was on form tonight!
“Hey, I’m just helping out,” the man holding her groused, and he set off moving, the second man keeping pace with them.
Emma looked up at her rescuer. Her head was really feeling fuzzy but he was just gorgeous, dark hair, close-cropped to his head, deep brown eyes that held a hint of mischief, couple of days stubble as though he hadn’t been bothered shaving. She slowly reached up a hand, tracing her fingers over the dark shadow on his jaw. He paused, looking down at her.
“You are really cute,” she told him.
A startled laugh escaped him, and she could feel the deep chest she was held against rumbling.
She heard the second man laughing as well. “Better hurry up, Garret. The poor girl obviously has a concussion.”
“Shut up, D. She might just have good taste.”
Emma frowned at him. “Yup, have good taste. That’s why this is a good dream.”
“Sweetheart, you’re not dreaming. You banged your head, do you remember?”
She frowned again. “Dreaming.” She gestured to the other man. “He’s cute too, but not as cute as you.”