Today, I'm going to regale you with six sentences from WICKED PARADISE. This is the scene where Morgan my heroine first lays eyes upon Ryan, the demon assassin from the 21st century, after he pulls her from the sea.
Morgan watched the all but
naked warrior scrutinize her from
soaked boots to wet, stringy hair. His expression shifted
from fear to concern then from
lust to wariness. Her
skin tingled where he touched her, and
the intense need to lay her hands upon
his broad chest overwhelmed her
to distraction.
Surreptitiously, she
pinched her thigh,
feeling the throb radiate down her
leg,
proof that she wasn’t dreaming...or
dead. After all,
she had foretold her
death
many moons
ago.
Surely, the Afterlife didn’t
include
near drowning, did it? Throwing her
predicament into the refreshing sea winds, she boldly assessed
the sorcerer who haunted her awake twice that day.
