Into the Hollow– A snippet #2

Good morn­ing lovelies!

I thought I’d share with you some of the stuff I’ve been writ­ing. *wig­gles fingers*

If you haven’t read any up to On Demon Wings, I would refrain from read­ing below. It’s not a huge spoiler or any­thing but, you know, mys­tery is good. Very good.

So…don’t read on! lol

If you don’t want Into the Hol­low to be spoiled for you — also refrain from read­ing on. I admire your willpower. I am actu­ally one of those peo­ple who won’t read the “excerpts” of future books that are included at the end of books. At least, I didn’t do that with the Fever Series, but that’s prob­a­bly because I had all the books at my ready. Speak­ing of, how stoked for Iced am I??? Pretty stoked! I am so happy I dis­cov­ered the Fever Series this sum­mer after so many read­ers were rav­ing about it and even hap­pier to know it’s not all over.

 

Any­hoo, off track…

 

*cough* poten­tial SPOILERS com­ing *cough*

 

 

 

 

With­out fur­ther ado, here is another Into the Hol­low snip­pet (unedited, of course):

 

 

 

 

 

I shot Paul an apolo­getic look and ran after Dex, out of the store and onto the frigid street.

“Hey,” I said, pulling on his coat for him to stop.

He turned and cocked his head. “Yes?”

“What was that about?”

“What? Oh right, here’s your beer.”

Dex shoved the cold jug into my hands. Then he undid Fat Rabbit’s leash and handed that to me too.

“No,” I said, try­ing to jug­gle the items. “The cockblocking.”

He burst out laugh­ing, his brows raised as he looked at me. “Cock­block­ing? What? You have a cock now?”

I stamped my foot. “No, Paul. He was flirt­ing with me and you totally shot him down.”

His chin low­ered and pulled back against his neck. “I don’t even know what you’re talk­ing about. You were just chat­ting, from what I saw.”

“He was flirt­ing and you know it. You wanted to make it look like we were together.”

“Why would I do a thing like that?”

“Because you’re a jerk.” I said the first thing that came to mind.

He looked around him, as if for backup. “Wow. Maybe we should add a no name-calling clause to the house rules.”

“Enough with the damn rules already.”

“Hey,” he growled, com­ing right up to me, chest against mine. “If it weren’t for those damn rules, we’d already be hav­ing dirty sex all over that apartment.”

Whoa. Whoa.

Either it was the words “dirty sex” or the way he was look­ing down at me so intensely, or the fact that he might have been telling the truth or how damn con­fi­dent he sounded, I was stunned and at a loss for words. My cheeks imme­di­ately flushed.

He kept his shin­ing, dark eyes on mine until I had to look away, while my brain strug­gled to come up with some­thing other than play­ing images of us hav­ing dirty sex together.

“That’s right,” he con­tin­ued, voice low and vel­vet smooth. “You know it’s true. I’m not say­ing I agree with the rules, but you know, you started them.”

I cleared my throat, find­ing my foot­ing. “And I’m glad I did. Man, you are way too con­fi­dent for some­one who keeps get­ting shot down.”

His eyes widened humor­ously. “Shot down? And who’s doing the shoot­ing, you?”

I opened my mouth then real­ized how ego­tis­ti­cal I would have sounded.

“No, you’re not shoot­ing me down, kiddo,” Dex went on. “Because I’m not really try­ing. When I do try, you’ll know it. And then you’ll throw the whole damn rule­book out the window.”

 

 

 

 

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