Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
Today it’s from my newest release, Fangscreen. Jareth can finally talk to his hot himbo alone and it doesn’t go as planned.
All of my machinations led to this moment. I wrapped my hands tighter to my red cup, crinkling the plastic inward as I swallowed my inhibitions and spoke to Laiken. “Do you like…sand?”
Jesus Christ. I slammed the drink to my mouth, trying to stop the mass of other idiotic questions flying from my lips. Some still came, bubbling up in the fruity concoction which I could only then drink down.