Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
Today we’re heading to Ancient Egypt in my mummy Valentine’s Day romance, Love’s Curse.
With the tip of his finger, he pushed a fallen curl from Emma’s forehead. While the hair was smart enough to obey, Tarek kept cresting his touch around the curve of her face and down her neck. At the top of her breast, he paused, a smile rising. “My turn,” he declared.
Pulling Emma to him, Tarek kissed her with a ferocity she struggled to keep up with. He unbuckled her jeans, tugging them to her ankles with his foot. Once they were locked around her legs, Tarek slipped his knee between her thighs and pressed.