I felt the electricity of his body behind me as he reached around me and took the card from my hand. He didn't move away, and I battled the urge to lean back into him, seeking the comfort of his strength. Would he wrap his arms around me? Make me feel safe, if only for a moment, and if only a delusion?
Karen Marie MoningThe sun's nearly level with the horizon, right behind his head, making this weird halo effect around his faceโas if! I'm surprised he doesn't smell like brimstone. He probably has a red pitchfork and hides horns under his hair.
Karen Marie Moning-and nobodyโs getting laid!โ I practically shouted. โYou think I donโt know that?โ He shifted his body beneath me, making me painfully aware of something. Two somethings, in fact, one of which was how far up my short skirt was. The other wasnโt my problem. I wriggled, to shimmy my hem down, but his expression perished the thought. When Barrons looks at me like that, it rattles me. Lust, in those ancient, obsidian eyes, offers no trace of humanity. Doesnโt even bother trying.
Karen Marie MoningNo way. I'm not going in there. I draw the line at grave-robbing, Barrons. It's not your pen.
Karen Marie MoningI always thought fainting showed an inherent weakness of character, but I understood it now. It was an act of self-preservation. Confronted by emotion too extreme to handle, the body shuts down to keep from running around like a chicken with its head cut off, potentially injuring itself.
Karen Marie Moning