Autumn Jordon
June 19th, 2010, 01:52 PM
I'm holding a contest for a $50.00 B&N Certificate at my blog www.autumnjordonsnotes.blogspot.com (http://www.autumnjordonsnotes.blogspot.com) until June 30, 2010. I hope you stop by and enter. Also John and Stephanie's stories are there.
Now please enjoy the next excerpt of Evil's Witness.
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“Shh.” John’s hands found her hips and pulled her even closer—hip to hip. The butt of his gun poked her ribs. No protective vests shielded her from the feel of him.
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His burning gaze told her of his plan only a moment before his lips, full and hot, crushed hers.
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His hands trailed down her backside, lifting her into him. She ran her hands up his strong arms. The world reeled away, leaving her and John alone, enjoying the warm comfort of each other as their bodies molded together.
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“Hey! Hey, buddy. What are you doing there?” A man called from a short distance.
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John pulled back. Instantly the air between them cooled and Stephanie shivered, wanting more of him.
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“Calm down, Mac. The lady and I are on a coffee break. Right, babe?”
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Dazed, her gaze locked with his. She knew what he wanted from her.
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“Miss?” The stocky man wearing a bloody butcher’s apron glanced at her purse before his hard glare landed on John. The man’s burly arms hosted clamped fists and his stance changed. He was ready to pounce on John at her word.
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“Leave us alone. We’ve only got ten minutes.” Stephanie slowly laced her arms around John’s neck and flashed a wicked smile at the man. She went up on her toes and buried her face in John’s neck and nibbled away, enjoying the salty taste of him.
Now please enjoy the next excerpt of Evil's Witness.
:sweatdrop:
“Shh.” John’s hands found her hips and pulled her even closer—hip to hip. The butt of his gun poked her ribs. No protective vests shielded her from the feel of him.
<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>
His burning gaze told her of his plan only a moment before his lips, full and hot, crushed hers.
<o:p></o:p>
His hands trailed down her backside, lifting her into him. She ran her hands up his strong arms. The world reeled away, leaving her and John alone, enjoying the warm comfort of each other as their bodies molded together.
<o:p></o:p>
“Hey! Hey, buddy. What are you doing there?” A man called from a short distance.
<o:p></o:p>
John pulled back. Instantly the air between them cooled and Stephanie shivered, wanting more of him.
<o:p></o:p>
“Calm down, Mac. The lady and I are on a coffee break. Right, babe?”
<o:p></o:p>
Dazed, her gaze locked with his. She knew what he wanted from her.
<o:p></o:p>
“Miss?” The stocky man wearing a bloody butcher’s apron glanced at her purse before his hard glare landed on John. The man’s burly arms hosted clamped fists and his stance changed. He was ready to pounce on John at her word.
<o:p></o:p>
“Leave us alone. We’ve only got ten minutes.” Stephanie slowly laced her arms around John’s neck and flashed a wicked smile at the man. She went up on her toes and buried her face in John’s neck and nibbled away, enjoying the salty taste of him.