HOW CAN I POSSIBLY CHOOSE?!
Okay. So. How about I get a sample of each?! No? Fine.
Ummm..... I pick a snippet of Pan Says (cuz I love this already) and a quick snack of ABO. And.... A taste of MobKillian before Sunday.
And a sequel??! Be still my heart!!!
You don't ask for much, huh? 😆
Okay, well...I already shared a snippet from Pan Says here, and I addressed the fact I have nothing more than some notes a general outline for a/b/o here.
Since I did post a sneak peek for it, I WILL give you a snippet from this Sunday's mob chapter, however, there isn't much to tell about a sequel, as I mentioned here.
In the Company of Demons, Chapter Eight - Sneak Peek:
“Well?” Emma prompted, snapping him from his blatant appreciation and forcing his eyes to meet hers. “Will I blend in with the ladies from the other families?”
A scoff forced its way out of his lungs and he regained control over his movements. “Not bloody likely. I hate to tell you this, love,” he said, stepping forward into her personal space, “but they’re just as likely to hate you on the spot for the way you’ll outshine them all evening.” The backs of his fingers trailed down her arm, leaving ripples of raised flesh in their wake as he murmured, “I, however, will be the envy of every man in the room.”
Emma hummed a dubious sound, her hands gliding up his chest where she could feel his breath catch beneath her palms. “I think there might be at least a few women who’ll consider me a very lucky girl for having landed such a devilishly handsome and powerful mob boss.”
Killian chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, something akin to a half groan half growl reverberating in his chest when he realized her back was completely bare. “You know,” he purred, brushing the tip of his nose against hers, his head angling slightly to put his mouth in a better position in relation to hers as his warm breath ghosted over her lips. “We could forego the festivities and engage in more enjoyable activities without having to leave the suite.”
His lips chased hers when she tilted her head back, her hands firmly pressing against his chest. “Easy tiger,” she admonished in a husky tone, bordering on playful. “I’m just getting into character.”
It was definitely a growl that rumbled through his chest this time as it heaved against her palms. “Bad form, Swan,” he chastised with only a minor hint of aggravation.
“What’s the matter, Captain?” she brazenly challenged. “Can’t handle a little role play in preparation of selling our relationship to the masses tonight? I thought you said we had to be convincing.”
The muscle at his jaw flickered and his eyes narrowed. “Be careful, love,” he warned in a dark tone of pure sin that slinked over her skin and down her spine. “Our conduct with one another at the event tonight might be an act, but there are limits to my restraint. I won’t hesitate to respond to your... provocation.”
“And I thought you were a gentleman,” Emma shot back with a haughtily cocked brow, knowing full well she was playing with fire yet unable to keep herself from throwing gasoline onto the flames.
“I am a gentleman,” he asserted, peeling her hands off his chest so he could pull her in close, one hand gripping her waist while the other wrapped around the back of her neck. Turning her head so he could whisper into her ear, the threat sounded more like a promise when he murmured, “but that won’t stop me from taking you over my knee and giving you a right good spanking. So behave.”
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