Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
Today it’s from my steamy Christmas romance Son of Krampus
In a voice low and dusky, she growled, “You don’t know me.”
Forgetting every manner drilled into him, every battle tactic and skill at mastering an opponent, Emeric leaned closer. Her face filled his vision, his forehead nearly swiping across hers. With his breath wafting against her skin, he said, “You don’t know me either.”
Fingers latched onto his hair, both knuckles digging deep to pull his lips the last inch to hers. Thunder rolled through his gut, lightning sparking from her ravenous touch.
Ellen Mint 