FUEL (DirtSlap Series Book 1) (20 page)
He was sweaty, hot and for some unholy reason, she answered his kiss. Every shred of decency that had been force-fed into her was gone. A tiny part knew she should shove him away, but that part was lost in the uniqueness of being kissed by a man who obviously knew exactly what he was doing. His arm tightened and his hand angled her head so he could delve deeper.
The noise and the crowd faded into nothing. Nothing but a burn that spread all the way to her toes. And there was nothing she could do but cling to him so she wouldn’t melt into a puddle at his feet.
He lifted his head, breaking the kiss, and reality smacked her in the face. The crowd roared in approval and she sucked in a breath. He turned his attention to the guys who had been harassing her and smiled at them—or more accurately, bared his teeth.
Ashlynn Pearce
Were it not for Hope, the Heart would Break…
Once upon a time…
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(I always wanted to start a bio like that!) But seriously—scrap that, I’m not serious, but I do love to write. Create characters. Give them hope that there is something better around the corner. It’s my passion. I live and breathe stories. When I’m not arguing with the characters in my head (yes, I do that, you can ask my hubby who thinks I’m nuts btw), I’m taking care of said hubby, my two kids and a melee of furbabies. I’m Okie born and bred and, yes, we get a lot of twisters and, no, there aren’t any teepees around that I’ve seen.
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