Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
This week it’s from my sweet and steamy Happily Ever Austen book Rash & Rationality
“Reach for me, reach for me,” Marty sang, his sweet voice barely competing with the artist’s baritone. Not that it mattered to Brandy who laughed along while joining him.
Locking his hands tight around her waist, the pair started to gallop up and down the walkways of the store. Brandy could barely keep up with Marty, who managed to raise his knees nearly to his chest with each step.
“You’re such a dork,” she called to the man twirling her without abandon. Marty waggled his eyebrows at her in response, his tongue too busy mouthing along with the song to respond.