Snippet Sunday for June 2, 2013


This is release week for Seducing Eve, my hot paranormal romance that features sexy Atlantis guys. Here’s a little sexy snippet for you!

“I told you they wouldn’t stop looking for us,” he said.

She didn’t want to hear it. She pressed her fingertips against his lips to shush him. Her heart did a funny flip in her chest at the touch. She watched as his gaze landed on her lips for a long lingering moment. She couldn’t help it. She licked her lips.

She sat so close to him she could feel the jump of his heart. Her nipples hardened against the thin material of her bikini top. He pressed closer to her, aware of her reaction. Heat washed over her as her breasts brushed his chest. Her fingers slid from his lips to his face where she rested her palm along his roughened cheek.

“Are we safe here?” She whispered it as though speaking louder would conjure the men searching for them.

“For the moment. I killed them.” His gaze landed back on her lips.

He was torturing her.

“All of them?”

“Yes but there will be more.”

“How did you kill them?”

“I have mad skills.”

All she could think about was kissing him. Did he want to kiss her? Did it matter? She didn’t want to wait to find out. She pressed her body to his, her arms sliding around his neck, as she met his lips. Tenderly at first. Tentative. She was testing him to see if he’d play back.

When his hot mouth met hers it was with a voracious appetite as though he couldn’t wait to devour her. The kiss was as demanding as she imagined it would be coming from a man like him and she relished it. The pleasure of it sung through her veins. And then his tongue parted her lips with a soul-searching intensity. The heady sensation of it all sent her mind reeling. She couldn’t think clearly. She didn’t want to think clearly.

When he pulled away, it left a hollowness inside her.

“We can’t stay here,” he said.

“Why not?” She still whispered.

“Because we’re in the old incinerator. Where we used to burn trash…and other things.”


He set her off his lap. She only spent a second on the floor before she jumped to her feet. She’d never felt so dirty in her life. She brushed away the dust—because she refused to believe it was anything else or she’d vomit—from her hands and picked up the flashlight.

Her bare feet, though, still touched the floor and she could feel crumbles of…something crush between her toes. It made her stomach sour.



“I’m barefoot.”

By Michelle

I wish you all could be inside my head. The conversation is sparkling.