Hey Y'all!
I'm back with another dose of WIP it up Wednesday, and I'm sharing the beginning of my next book - A Gift for the Doctor, a direct sequel to A Gift for the King.
Hope you all like it! I'll be back next week with something deliciously naughty for you.
Promise!
Morgana squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to wake up from this
terrible dream. Unfortunately, when she opened her eyes again, she was still on
her back on the medical table, and the strange man gazed back at her, all the
while observing her and seemingly evaluating her reaction to him. She narrowed
her eyes, suspicious of his every move. They stared at each other, neither
backing down.
“Who are you,” she whispered softly, enforcing some false sense
of bravado in her voice, when all she felt was fear and something else, rather some
sort of feeling that she could only identify as desire, edging up from the tips
of her toes.
Her nipples peaked, and she remembered that she was
completely naked and bound to some sort of metal examination table. Her thighs
quivered at the thought, the metal cooling to her skin. She tried to push that awareness
from her mind, so that she could focus on the situation at hand, but the longer
he gazed upon her naked body, the more difficulty she had finding her focus.
The man looked back at her, his white lab coat shifting as
he leaned on the counter behind him. As he uncrossed his arms, she watched him
with curiosity. He was tall, and very large for a man. She knew he probably
wasn’t human, but an Erassan, an alien race that inhabited the planet of
Terranovum. Many Erassans had different abilities. Some had the gift of mental powers;
whereas others had abilities that even she didn’t know anything about. There
was something about the deep yellow of his eyes told her this was probably one
of those ancient species of Erassan, a mystery to her as to what he was capable
of.
He wore a pair of dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt under his
white lab coat. Morgana licked her lips when she saw that a hint of chest hair framed
the V-neck of his collar. The dark fabric did little to hide the bulge of
muscle underneath, hugging the sculpted edges of tight chest muscles. His
stomach was lean, tapering down to a trim waist. His features nearly oozed
strength, confidence, and most surprisingly, dominance. She felt her mouth dry,
her body beginning to truly betray her. She suddenly wanted to see what was
underneath all that clothing and the thought startled her. All the while, he
watched her as she studied him. Strong angles cut his jawline, shadowed by
stubble and a soft hint of a smile.
“You can call me Kade,” he said, finally responding to her
question. His voice was rugged and firm, yet strangely gentle.
XOXO
Sara
She's handling being strapped to a cold table better than I would; although, her observation of him is probably warming her body. ;) Nice snippet..
ReplyDeleteThanks! If Morgana is anything in my books, she most certainly is level headed! :-)
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