Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
Today it’s from the Christmas short story in Coven of Desire, Snow Print, where Layla and Cal have some fun in front of a Christmas Tree.
Haloed by the soft light of a string of Christmas lights stood an angel. Every one of her curls glinted at the tips like they were dipped in gold. The jacket lay on the couch, leaving Layla standing in those tight jeans she knew drove me mad. But my brain shut off at that silky, body-hugging shirt. The one with those super skinny straps and the bit of lace across the neckline which I always wanted to rip off with my teeth. Someone with a better brain could write sonnets about her shirt and the breasts barely hidden within.Snow Print