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Snippet from the work in progress

August 19, 2014 | Teaser Tuesday

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Just for fun, a peek at what I’m working on now…

Gunn felt like dragon shit for using their brothers’ death. Yet he’d do it again. A demon did what had to be done or he wasn’t worthy to call himself a male. He nudged his brother further away from the enemy. “Fight her. You can do this. I’ll help.”

He drew in a deep breath, inhaling her scent. Night blooming jasmine, need, and sweet-hot female, wrapped around his balls and squeezed tenderly.

He turned toward her without consciously willing it. The thin under garment was halfway undone exposing the plump edge of delicate breasts. Pale skin glowed with heat and life. The pulse of her heart was visible in the tracery of a blue vein. Every cell in his body yearned to possess her. Even the red rune warnings on her sternum struck him as pure erotic seduction.

“She’s a dragon shifter?” he asked, forcing the words past an all consuming need destroying his will and his control.

“Is that what her runes say?”

Gunn swallowed hard, fighting the mind-stealing lust. “The signs actually read dragon and fire. So yeah, dragon shifter is my guess.”

“Seems like a safe bet,” Diablo croaked.

“Latent?” Gunn hardly recognized the harsh rasp coming from his throat.

“I guess,” his brother said, adding a muttered, “Maybe she won’t change. Transition usually happens at puberty if it’s ever going to.”

“Bloody dragons.”

Diablo gave a rusty chuckle. “Better watch your language. She might take offense.”

Gunn snorted, an occasional derogatory dragon curse was the least of their troubles. “Any mating sign?”


Thank the Fire Goddess. “That’s good then.”

“Don’t count on it lasting. She hasn’t even regained consciousness. I don’t think I’ll have much choice.” Diablo gave him a sheepish smile. “If she’ll have me—I’m hers”

Gunn shook his head, trying to clear it. “She could reject you.”

“Yeah, she might send both of us packing.” Gloom darkened Diablo’s hard expression. “Can mating happen on one-sided? You know, like I want her and she doesn’t give a shit?”

The question chilled Gunn’s hot blood. If she rejected Diablo, he’d still fight to the death to claim her. And if the male felt half of the craving gripping him, then he couldn’t blame him.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, clinging to the thin comfort that so far, neither one of them exhibited mating sign. “Did you taste her?”

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