A Little Something From What I'm Working On ...

I know it's Thanksgiving week, but it's crunch time here in the Wolff/Adams househould as I have the third Dragon's Heat book, Forbidden Embers, due next week.  It's Logan's story (the psychic dragon from Dark Embers) and is currently giving me a few fits.  He's a lot harder to pin down than I thought he would be ...  Anyway, I hoped you might enjoy a paragraph or two from my current WIP.  Have a wonderful pre-Thanksgiving Tuesday :)

For a second, she had a vision of running her lips over those tattoos. Of letting her tongue linger on the warm, tanned skin between the thick black lines. The vision was so real—as was the answering response in her body—that it had her snapping out, “Who are you?” before she had thought better of it.


“The dragon who currently has possession of what I’m guessing are your clothes,” he said with a grin that turned his face from a work of art into a study in mischievousness.

Her breath caught and she felt a strange tingling in her chest. Forcing herself to look away from him, Cecily let his words sink in. They were easier to understand when she wasn’t blinded by his insanely good looks.

For the first time, she noticed the dark green backpack dangling from his fingers, and outrage filled her as his words suddenly made a lot more sense. “Hey! Give that to me!”

“Why should I?”

“Because it’s mine!” she said.

“Really? Because from where I’m standing, things look a little different. Possession is nine-tenths of the law, after all.”

She rolled her eyes. “Can I please have my clothes back? It’s not like they’ll look good on you anyway.”

“Maybe not. But it turns out I’m particularly fond of the blue lace bra and panty set in the front pocket. If you want it back, I’m afraid it’s going to cost you.”