Thursday, May 10, 2007

Thursday Thirteen--A Lick and A Promise

Thirteen snippets from A Lick and A Promise.

1)“So you’re telling me there’s this guy who comes and fucks you silly in your dreams,” Karen snorted. “That takes While You Were Sleeping to a whole new sick height.”

2) “Okay. Tell me more about Casper the Fucking Ghost. Gimme the juicy bits.”

3) More than anything, he needed that child. The bastard of two nations, his interspecies experiment, the most superior life form ever engineered…And his people’s last hope.

4) Between juggling her crazy aunties—who ran a halfway house peopled with recovering alcoholics, white-collar criminals and lobotomized freaks who’d taken one too many shots of electric Kool-Aid--and Arnie Simpson’s relatives, who scanned the heavens in search of UFOs, it seemed every path she took somehow circled back to alien life forms.

5) Even through the alcohol-induced relaxation of his muscles, she felt the strength of his fingers and another distinct, masculine force that made every feminine cell in her body sit up and beg.

6) Coming from him, her name sounded like sex.

7) For the first time in her life, she understood why someone might be driven to drink. And this freakshow had barely begun.

8) Unfortunately, his mission objectives took precedence over her sanity, and his self-respect.

9) No matter how he tried, a splatter of her shadow remained on his psyche like an indelible stain.

10) Like many Earth men before, his dick might be the death of him.

11) She stared at her image in the mirror as it grew misty and soft with condensation and her brain followed, getting spongy and porous, sending tentative feelers out into the drifting void.

12) Muscled arms had a smattering of dark hair, and though one of them perched casually on his knee and the other one rested mildly on the table, Dove knew they could snap her neck in a heartbeat if she didn’t watch herself.

13) Every inch of him felt the same as Dream Lover—satiny flesh, silky hair, muscled shoulders. His scent, his breathing patterns, the beat of his heart. The weight of his touch.


1. Gabrielle

2. Heather

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3 Comments:

Anonymous jane/fabdame said...

*Whoa* Slightly breathless, wiping drool out of corner of mouth, hard swallow

May 10, 2007 9:02 AM  
Blogger Anne said...

Holy smokes! Wowzers! Thanks for the sneak peek. :-)

BTW- You've been tagged.

May 10, 2007 11:33 AM  
Blogger Ann Wesley Hardin said...

I live to please.

May 10, 2007 11:52 AM  

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