Existence 03 - Ceaseless

something I’d trained myself to do and I shouldn’t let go of anything that made me happy.
    “This never gets old,” Dank’s voice said in the darkness.
    I turned around to see him sitting in the chair he used to sit in to sing to me at night.
    “What are you doing here?” I asked sitting up. He was supposed to be out collecting souls.
    “I’m about to go. I just couldn’t resist coming in here and seeing you tucked into that bed one more time. I realized you owned me one night in this room. I was singing to you and you were sleeping. You made a little sound in your sleep like you were distressed and I panicked and ran to your side. You grabbed my arm in your sleep and pulled it up against your face and went back to sle ep. I didn’t want to ever move.” He stood up and walked over to me. “I knew then that I had never understood what humans called love. But that if it was anything close to the power you held over me, then no wonder they searched for it so passionately.”
    I reached out and pulled him onto the bed with me. “You’re going to be late,” I told him as I pushed back the covers and reached for the hem of his shirt.
    “Why?” Dank asked lifting his arms willingly so I could pull his shirt off.
    “Because after hearing that I can’t let you leave until I’ve had my fill. Get naked, Dankmar .”

    The End

Acknowledgments

    I have to start by thanking Keith, my husband, who tolerated the dirty house, lack of clean clothes, and my mood swings, while I wrote this book (and all my other books).

    My three precious kiddos who ate a lot of corn dogs, pizza, and Frosted Flakes because I was locked away writing. I promise, I cooked them many good hot meals once I finished.

    My FP girls. I’m choosing not to share what FP stands for because my mother may read this and it will give her heart failure. Kidding... maybe. You girls make me laugh, listen to me vent, and always manage to give me some eye candy to make my day brighter. You are truly my posse. What happens in New York City, stays in New York City... eh girls?

    Stephanie Mooney who is the best cover artist ever. She is brilliant and I shout it to the rooftops on a regular basis.

    Stephanie T. Lott who is the best editor a writer could ask for. I didn’t exactly have this book finished until one week before its release. Stephanie couldn’t get to it but she put me in contact with Judy Lott who could. Judy lost a lot of sleep working on this one for me. Thank you both, ladies!

Coming October 23, 2012

    JUST FOR NOW

    Official SNEAK PEEK
    *Warning this is a contemporary new adult romance. The scenes get very hot and descriptive.

    Part one of the Prologue

    “Well if it ain’t lil ’ Manda all dressed up and coming out to play.”
    The water I’d been sipping chose this moment to strangle me. Covering my mouth to muffle my hacking cough, I turned away from the warm breath against my ear. I had shown up here tonight for one reason: to see Preston Drake. Wasn’t it just my luck that when he finally decided to notice I’m alive, I started coughing up a freaking lung.
    Preston’s amused chuckle as he patted my back didn’t help my humiliation any. “Sorry Manda , I didn’t know my presence would get you all choked up.”
    Once I was able to speak again, I turned around to face the guy that had been making a grand appearance in my late night fantasies for a couple years now. All the primping I’d suffered through so that I looked irresistible was pointless. Preston was grinning at me like he always did. I amused him. He didn’t see me as anything more than the innocent little sister of his best friend, Marcus Hardy. It was cliché. How many bad romance novels had I read about the girl falling helplessly in love with her brother’s best friend? Countless.
    “You startled me,” I wanted to explain my sudden burst of coughing.
    Preston tipped a bottle of beer against his lips and took a drink while keeping his eyes cut toward me. “Are you sure it wasn’t my sexy-as-hell voice whispering in your ear that caused your momentary lack of oxygen?”
    Yes that was probably it. But the guy knew he was beautiful I wasn’t going to add to his ego. Crossing my arms over my stomach, I took a defensive pose. I never knew how to talk to Preston or what to say to him. I was so afraid he’d look me in the eyes and know that I closed my eyes at night and imagined doing very bad things to his body.
    “Damn, Manda ,” he said in a low