I'm going to post my snippet, and then I have a favor to ask of you. My son challenged me to a wreath making competition this Christmas, and several other family and friends also accepted the challenge. Yesterday we had lunch and took pictures of our wreaths. Then we posted them online for our friends and family to say which was best. if you have time, please look at them and in your comments please tell me which one you like best. Thanks!
My snippet is from Flood. Last week some of you wondered if my heroine really picked Caleb. Well, this week, judge for yourself.
His lips, firm and warm, met hers. Wave after wave of sensation crashed and broke over her. Her entire body had never felt so alive before. Every single nerve seemed ultra sensitive, and the feel of his hands against her almost took her breath away. The unique scent that was Caleb’s alone surrounded her. Rational thought left her as more elemental passions surfaced.
“I don’t know why you keep picking me,” he muttered. “I’m nothing, a nobody with a criminal record, a guy with no family, no money, and not many prospects, but you keep picking me anyway.”
And now for those wreaths.