Craft skimmed those long fingers along her throat, trailing flames down her neck, exploding like the snap and pop of a log in the fire.
“Touch me, Caleb.” Gripping his waist, she pulled so she stood cocooned between his body and the wall. Allyson lifted on her toes. “Taste—”
His mouth swallowed her words, her thoughts, until she no choice but grab hold or fall. Then he wrapped her in an embrace that pulled them together like magnets. Close to him now, caught in his gravity, she opened to the sensations. Firm lips. Demand. The brush of his hand at the small of her back. Under her shirt. Skin-to-skin and those flames burned brighter. The touch traced a line up her spine, engulfing her in sensation. Sparks in her veins as his hands stirred and churned. Then he gripped the back of her neck, tilted, and took the kiss deeper.
She was lost. Free floating, experiencing, memorizing every touch. Lost in the kiss, in the strength of the arm around her, in the heat of his body. Something smooth and enticing took her. Not to weakness, but strength, as he simply melted her bones so that the only thing holding her up was his hand, his strength.
Leaning back, he watched her with dark, mysterious eyes. The green almost fully black. His chest heaved. “I thought to take it slow.”
“If that was slow, I don’t think I can handle fast.”
Title: Survive By The Team Series: Team Fear #3
By: Cindy Skaggs
Publication Date: June 23, 2017
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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Her socks snagged on the raw floorboards as she followed. âAre you sure you donât feel fear?â
âThen why are you backing away from me?â
Hell if he knew. Heâd been dying to touch her. Taste her. Dead center of the attic, he stopped and she walked straight into him. Her body was flush against his. Her curves turned his mind to mush. Doing the right thing no longer mattered.
He cupped her neck. So fragile.
He rubbed a knuckle along her jawline. So soft.
âThis is a mistake,â he warned. The flutter of her pulse beat against his hands.
âIf weâre going to make a mistake,â she said, lifting onto her tiptoes, âbetter make it a good one.â
âHell yeah.â That was a philosophy he could get behind. It was too late to keep things platonic, but she needed to understand what she was getting into. Bracing a hand on either side of her face, he forced her to look at him. âI set the pace. I lead.â
She swallowed. âIs there any other way?â
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Weird crimes are the source of infinite story ideas for writers. Take this story about a taxi driver who drugged female passengers so they would pee in the backseat. Seriously. Weird.
As I said in the post earlier this week where I detailed the weird crime that inspired the opening of Unstoppable, truth is just as strange as fiction and we writers dig that stuff.
BAD BOY MICK DONOVAN IS OUT TO AVENGE HIS BROTHER’S DEATH, AND ALIGNING WITH DESTINY HARPER AND THE FBI TASK FORCE IS HIS TICKET. BUT LANDING IN THE MOUNTAINS AMIDST A BLIZZARD AND A PAST DEZ WOULD RATHER FORGET TESTS WHAT MICK WILL SACRIFICE FOR REVENGE.
Sunday, I detailed the first true crime story that inspired the opening of Unstoppable. The second story will be posted on Entangled's blog once the book releases (yep, I'm a tease). :) But, if you read the original post, you know that my Mayberry-like suburban neighborhood wasn't exactly as perfect as it seems from the outside. In fact, I remember hearing the shots fired, but in my head, I thought: "No way, not this neighborhood." Although police still haven't released the cause of this shootout, the idea sparked this scene:
Multiple pops sounded like firecrackers through the radio, but the double tap pattern was unique to guns, not fireworks. The wheels of her car squealed as she took the corner faster than planned. She stopped in the middle of the road as she approached the target house. A sedan was parked on the street in front of the house. The driveway was clear. A narrow front porch was barely big enough for the body crumpled near the open door. The face was turned toward the house, but she recognized Agent Summerfield’s bald head.
“Officer down,” she said over the radio. “Repeat. Officer down. Requesting backup.” Heart pounding, the echo of gunfire fading, Dez scanned the neighborhood for the source and found a man on the roof of the two-story across the street. She couldn’t leave the family unprotected, but she had no clue what she was walking into. The glint of early morning sun caught the flash of metal as the suspect lifted a rifle. Either he was gunning for her or he was going to make sure Summerfield was dead.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she muttered under her breath. Anger rose inside her chest, covering the fear and adrenaline. This was the kind of crap that went down when you didn’t stick to the plan. When you didn’t wait for backup. Now she was sitting in the middle of the suburbs with some nutjob taking aim and had about two seconds to decide on a course of action.
To celebrate the release of the new cover, I've got a giveaway going through Rafflecopter. Be sure to add Unstoppable to your Goodreads TBR list. The prize is a list of romantic suspense titles that are on *my* TBR list! One winner walks away with 5 ebook titles.
Unstoppable releases 5/1/17.
Funny story. During the Mercury Retrograde Incident in September 2016, Cindy's original blog disappeared. Five years, gone in a random act of chaos. Now she gets to repopulate her blog world one post at a time. Join her if you dare. :)