As always, there may still be some changes before release. Enjoy. 🙂
Snippet 1:
I parted the blinds with a finger, and peered out the window. I saw the faint outline of a man standing at the entryway, about to enter the building. Perfect.
When I heard the door shut, I immediately slipped on a sweater and waited out, a hip leaning over my doorway.
He was tall. Much taller than he looked from the view up in my room. Granted, being five-foot three meant most people were taller than me, unless I wore those stupid high heels. Still, though.
And as he nearly made it our level, I was beginning to see the complete picture.
Rumpled clothes, but a steady, confident stride. He was walking up the stairs, two at a time. I don’t think he even noticed me, never mind that I was out for blood, arms folded over my chest.
When his head tilted up a little, I finally saw what he looked like, and I whistled low. He had a square jaw and wore a day-old stubble, and it only served to give him a rugged look that made him damn sexy. The weariness etched on his face did nothing to dispel the image it conjured in my mind– me tangled up in bed with him, and the feel of his lips, his skin against mine. I shivered.
I was not weak. I needed a clear head to deal with this. Sexy and men are awesome. Sexy and men and sleeplessness and headache-inducing car alarms, however, are not.
I cleared my throat and drawled, “You may not realize it’s kinda early, lover boy, but some people do want to sleep.”
As if he just broke off some kind of internal debate, his unfocused eyes cleared, and they went right to me.
He blinked slowly, and as if just taking me in for the first time, he turned the charm on. With half-lidded eyes and a smile that put a sparkle on them, he replied, “Hey, neighbor.”
Oh. Hell.
Snippet 2:
“I never got your name,” he said after taking the first bite.
All that cheese. The ham. The barbecue sauce…
I glowered at him. If he noticed the hostile vibes I was sending him, he remained unaffected.
“That’s because I never told you,” I replied acidly.
“Now would be a good time to tell me. Mmm. Fuck me, this is good.” He sounded surprised.
My eye twitched. “Of course it’s good, it’s the Denvers’.”
He was holding my pizza hostage. He didn’t know what he was in for.
He looked at me expectantly, like he was waiting for something.
“You can’t be serious,” I said, as realization struck me.
That smug smile finally stretched wide on his face. It was distractingly gorgeous and vexing, it should be illegal. “I’m very serious.”
If he held my pizza hostage only to get my name, then he must’ve wanted it bad. Therefore, I wasn’t going to tell him.
Or that was my logic anyway.
I glowered at him. “I’m ordering another pizza,” I told him slowly. “I’m going to sit here outside, making sure you never touch it. And I’m never speaking to you again.”
Other stuff:
- My attempt at making a teaser here.
Rica Grayson 