Word Count: 4,107
What story I’m working on: Waking for Winter
What I’m editing/marketing: Finished editing Captivating Melody, and now I’m throwing my full attention on Rising for Autumn!
Line of the week:
God he wanted to kiss her. Years ago, he’d have just crossed the space between them and scooped her into his arms, claimed the sugar sweetness of her lips and dissolved into that comfort. Except now a cold distance like the streets out there in stark winter had settled between them. She wanted friendship, which he’d respect, but hell it burned him alive when she was so unwittingly sexy. When she was the only one who knew he was a secret neat freak. That he hated ketchup with a passion and snakes freaked him out.