Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
Today it’s from my steamy, new RH book, Ink.
I glanced up at him, his lips glistening from a powerful breath, and one thought bounced through my brain. Kiss me.
A fist clamped around my hair, yanking the curls down until I was forced to stare up at him. The pull stung but there was no pain, only a tingle ringing through me.
Chuckling in his deep baritone, Ink circled his other hand around my jaw and leaned down. With his forehead pressing to mine, he whispered, “You’re going to be fun.”
Ellen Mint 