For a tense second she swore the air stood still around them. Then he was on her, but not on her. Her perplexed mind couldn’t register soon enough that his mouth was a pant away from hers though it felt like he caressed her. The only place he did touch was her neck, yet it seemed as if his hands were everywhere heating her up from the inside out. Ghost sensations made her skin pebble. She inhaled deeply. There he was. His musky tone, mixed with an herbal aroma teasing her nose. The scent that made him all Raze, all man, it engulfed her in a sensuous fog.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
His warning meant nothing to her. Instead of backing away she stood on her toes. He groaned a fatalistic edge to the sound.
I’m still hard at work on this paranormal romance of mine and honestly, I’m in such a good place with it. I feel like it’s a story I want to share with the world. It will definitely have all the heat elements of The Wolf’s Choice, though probably score higher on the drama and action scale.
The Wolf’s True Mate has kept me on my toes. Made me ask hard questions about my writing process and also the type of stories I want to tell.
I have other WIPs I’ve roughly outlined and plan on diving into right after this one. I’ve sit with it for a long time and know once I’m done I’ll be able to let go of the manuscript and not come back to it as obsessively as I’ve done.
The above snippet from The Wolf’s True Mate stood out to me as I went through the first couple of chapters while I was revising. I don’t know why, but it just drew me into the hero and herione’s story.
Cara and Raze have given me uphill, but I love them for it.