Famine Teaser #2
Famine Teaser
Hey guys! So, I'm crossing my fingers that this teaser pops up without any issues because when I originally tried to post it, I had all the issues. (I can't decide if technology has backslid in the last few years, or if I'm simply getting old ... I'm sure it's the technology ;)
I thought I'd share another Famine teaser with you all! This is unedited and subject to change between now and the book's release. Apologies for any errors you spot! Enjoy!
Five years ago
The chilly air pricks at my bare skin. I don’t dare take my shirt back from the horseman, even though I’m cold to the bone. I begin to shiver, my teeth clicking together.
“You’re cold.” His husky voice seems as though it’s pulled from the darkness itself.
“I’m okay.”
“Lay next to me.”
I stare at where I think his eyes are. His words coil low in my belly. I can tell he doesn’t mean to make the offer sexual, but between that rough voice and the fact that our torsos are both bare, my mind can’t help going there. I’ve never laid next to a man who I wasn’t related to.
“You’re hurt,” I say. “I don’t want to jostle—”
“If you were worried about jostling my injuries, you wouldn’t have dragged me damn close to the point of death.”
Er, fair point.
“I wasn’t trying to hurt you,” I say. “I was trying to help you.”
He grunts, though I have no clue whether he believes me or not.
“I … couldn’t leave you,” I admit, picking at a fingernail. The room is quiet for a long moment. Then—
“Lay down next to me.”
I stare at him again, running my teeth over my lower lip.
“I don’t trust you,” I confess.
“That makes two of us.”
I make a disbelieving noise. “I saved you.”
“If this is your idea of saving a man—” His voice cuts off and he takes a ragged breath, “then I don’t want to know what your idea of punishment is.”
“I can’t believe—” My teeth chatter, “I actually felt bad for you. You’re an ass.”
“Fine,” he says, “stay cold.”
I glare at his form in the darkness. It’s clear he’s done talking.
I last maybe another fifteen minutes before I curse under my breath, then scooch over to his side. I bump into something wet and gooey.
The horseman hisses in a breath.
Shit— “Sorry!” I apologize.
He grunts again.
Gingerly I lay myself down next to him, bumping his arm twice more on accident. Each time he makes a low, pained sound.
Bet he’s regretting his offer now.
My bare skin presses against the side of his torso. The only place to put my head is on his shoulder. This is how lovers sleep, nestled in each other’s arms.
“Don’t get any ideas,” I warn him, as though he’s the one with the dirty thoughts.
“Because your flesh is so tempting right now,” he quips.
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Add Famine (The Four Horsemen #3) to your TBR list here!
P.S. This book is coming spring 2020!
Hey guys! So, I'm crossing my fingers that this teaser pops up without any issues because when I originally tried to post it, I had all the issues. (I can't decide if technology has backslid in the last few years, or if I'm simply getting old ... I'm sure it's the technology ;)
I thought I'd share another Famine teaser with you all! This is unedited and subject to change between now and the book's release. Apologies for any errors you spot! Enjoy!
Five years ago
The chilly air pricks at my bare skin. I don’t dare take my shirt back from the horseman, even though I’m cold to the bone. I begin to shiver, my teeth clicking together.
“You’re cold.” His husky voice seems as though it’s pulled from the darkness itself.
“I’m okay.”
“Lay next to me.”
I stare at where I think his eyes are. His words coil low in my belly. I can tell he doesn’t mean to make the offer sexual, but between that rough voice and the fact that our torsos are both bare, my mind can’t help going there. I’ve never laid next to a man who I wasn’t related to.
“You’re hurt,” I say. “I don’t want to jostle—”
“If you were worried about jostling my injuries, you wouldn’t have dragged me damn close to the point of death.”
Er, fair point.
“I wasn’t trying to hurt you,” I say. “I was trying to help you.”
He grunts, though I have no clue whether he believes me or not.
“I … couldn’t leave you,” I admit, picking at a fingernail. The room is quiet for a long moment. Then—
“Lay down next to me.”
I stare at him again, running my teeth over my lower lip.
“I don’t trust you,” I confess.
“That makes two of us.”
I make a disbelieving noise. “I saved you.”
“If this is your idea of saving a man—” His voice cuts off and he takes a ragged breath, “then I don’t want to know what your idea of punishment is.”
“I can’t believe—” My teeth chatter, “I actually felt bad for you. You’re an ass.”
“Fine,” he says, “stay cold.”
I glare at his form in the darkness. It’s clear he’s done talking.
I last maybe another fifteen minutes before I curse under my breath, then scooch over to his side. I bump into something wet and gooey.
The horseman hisses in a breath.
Shit— “Sorry!” I apologize.
He grunts again.
Gingerly I lay myself down next to him, bumping his arm twice more on accident. Each time he makes a low, pained sound.
Bet he’s regretting his offer now.
My bare skin presses against the side of his torso. The only place to put my head is on his shoulder. This is how lovers sleep, nestled in each other’s arms.
“Don’t get any ideas,” I warn him, as though he’s the one with the dirty thoughts.
“Because your flesh is so tempting right now,” he quips.
***
Add Famine (The Four Horsemen #3) to your TBR list here!
P.S. This book is coming spring 2020!
