As silent as I’ve been lately, I promise it’s for good reason. Sage Morrow is demanding her story be told in a way that has drowned out most other requests… even those made by my family–wife of the year, that’s me.
So here’s a little something to tide you over until I can devote the attention here you all deserve. (As always with my excerpts, this section is a first draft and subject to edit/deletion before print.)
Excerpt from Morrow’s Choice, Sage’s story…
…She slowed her steps on her way to the door in an attempt for calm. Knowing her luck it’d be one of her sisters on the other side instead of him.
She peeked through the peephole, holding her breath.
The first sight of him had her heart rate picking up a faster rhythm. Flannel shirts were a thing of the past now that summer was almost upon them, but he still wore untucked buttoned down shirts and jeans that did nothing to showcase the ass she knew he had.
Yet he wore the clothes with swagger.
Sexy, panty-dropping, pussy-clenching swagger.
He always had, despite her many attempts to deny it.
The lock clicked as she turned the knob, and it was as if he stroked her clit…
— That Sage sure knows how to have fun, doesn’t she? Hope you enjoyed it, and I’ll see you back next week for another peek 🙂