Here's a snippet of
The Beckoning of Beautiful Things by Calinda B.
"Turn on the
Lights. Let your electricity flow."
"Are you
sure?"
"Just try it. We
can stop it if it gets to be too much.
She swallowed, closed
her eyes. Pigment infused with electricity. Brilliant electric flashes.
Northern lights. Lightning storms. Sensation surged through her limbs, and her
eyes shot open. Electromagnetic impulses arched and sizzled along her skin with
a color display like the Aurora Borealis. The color drops splashed to the
ground with a hot sizzle. "Mega wow."
"How does it
feel?"
"It's shooting
up and down my neck. It's like your mouth sliding up and down my neck,
buzzing with current."
And here is a snippet
of my WIP, Hounded, Book #3 in the Going to the Dogs Series. Available in June!
Leashed, Book #1 is part of the sale and is only .99! See where it all
started.
She rose, smoothing
out the full skirt of the apple motif dress she wore. The rows of
different apples made her feel like a demented snow white. She was sure
Snow never wore razor blade earrings though. One of the guys punched him
in the shoulder and he smiled and headed her way.
“Hey,” he said as he
approached, sweat running down over the tantalizing planes of his cheekbones,
to his hard jaw. Normally she wouldn’t find that intriguing, but it
slipped down his thick neck and rode along his clavicle, soaking into his
t-shirt.
“Did you know the
clavicle is the only bone in the human body that lies horizontally?”
“Huh?”
Oh God. Had she
said that out loud? The…clavicle…um…collarbone. She reached up and
slid her fingertips along the ridge of bone, his skin moist, warm and
soft. Then she wanted to smack herself in the head. She jerked her
hand away. What possessed her to touch him? Compulsion. Sheer
stupidity. Her awkward social skills?
“I like your
clavicle, too,” he said softly and there went her lungs again, compressing from
his g-force-like voice. In that dress and those kick ass heels, you look
like a bad ass Betty Boop. Good enough to eat.”
