Big news this week: I got the official release date for To Hiss or to Kiss. Look for it Feb. 8, 2013. I will have a cover to reveal soon and a book trailer in the works. In the meantime, here’s an excerpt.
“I think you will grow to love my humor.”
I laugh. “And you’ll grow to love my cheekiness.”
“I already do.”
I almost get lost trying to pull the T-shirt over my head. Is that the same as saying he loves me?
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He sits up rapidly, leaning to lick along my collar bone as he undoes my bra. “Tasty.” His whisper makes me shiver.
“Like catnip?”
He chuckles and the rumble feels decadent as he takes one breast into his mouth, teasing the nipple with his tongue. Trailing kisses across my chest, he mumbles, “You are most definitely my catnip.”
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Here’s a snippet from my current work in progress, tentatively titled To Growl or to Groan. It’s the sequel to my forthcoming novel To Hiss or to Kiss. In this scene, the main character, Chloe, is getting a tarot reading. “I’m going to do a three card reading for you. The first represents the past, the second the present and the third the future.” She shuffles the deck, then lays it neatly on the table between us. “Cut the deck with your left hand.” I do, and she lays out the first card. It’s The Devil. Go here to read other authors’ Six Sentence Sunday posts.
My main character’s libido is getting out of control in this snippet from my forthcoming novel To Hiss or to Kiss.
We get out of the car and rush into his house. As soon as the door closes, we’re kissing and working buttons, zippers and clasps so our clothes are falling off as we make our way across the living room. I don’t know where the bedroom is, but Jorge starts to steer me toward … the kitchen?
“Chloe,” Jorge says. And then louder, “Chloe! You’re going to miss the driveway.”
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This is from my forthcoming novel To Hiss or to Kiss after the hero and heroine have their first real meeting.
“You don’t have much fear, do you?” His eyes are filled with heat again, even as they assess me with somewhat wary trepidation. I’m definitely not the only one feeling conflicted, and that’s a relief.
I shrug, walking to the passenger side and getting in, playing my bravado for all it’s worth. “Maybe I’m just blissfully naive.” I’m happy to hear him chuckling again.
Katya Armock 