Trouble in Paradise

My Soul to Save is getting polished and is almost ready to go. It should be out by September 15th. I've had a blast writing it. The final book, My Soul Laid Bare, will follow a few months later. 

I hope you enjoy this excerpt from My Soul to Save. 

“Come here.” He pops the top to the champagne bottle and zips the flap to the tent. I’m glad to finally be out of the prying eyes of all of the Keepers. He removes two flutes from a basket and pours us each a glass. Outside the fireworks continue their cadence but the sounds seem far off and Sam’s heart speeds up in his chest replacing the raucous noise altogether. He set’s my glass aside and I lie back as he covers me with his body.

He removes his belt as his gaze washes gently over me. He lifts my hands high above my head and wraps the leather around them securing them. A smile plays on his lips and I wonder what he’s up to. He almost looks like he’s asking permission to do so, but then I see it. The subtle change in his eye flashes in a split second. A look that I've never been able to forget. The panic that ensues in my brain widens my eyes instantaneously.

He covers my mouth with his hand. He knows that I know. I scream out, but his hand is so secure, no sound escapes. He yells out, “Yes!” as he stuffs a gag in my mouth muffling any hope of the Keepers hearing me. Oh God, he’s possessed again. 

This snippet of My Soul to Save has Sam and Brennen spending their last week vacationing together before college. 

He emerges from the tiny bathroom in a cloud of steam, shirtless and looking like some Irish Springs commercial or Axe body spray ad. And I totally start to rethink my whole Paul Bunyan look. His pants are hung way low on his hips and I don’t think I’ve taken a breath since he came out. He turns off the light over the sink and only a small nightlight in the corner gives any visibility. He pulls back the sheets and slips under the covers with me.

He’s not wearing any cologne, only the warm clean scent from his body wash wafts up from between the sheets. His hand glides over my waist and slips under the soft fabric that was meant to keep him out.

“Goodnight,” he whispers. His hand still lingers on me like a white hot branding iron setting my skin on fire. The angels have surrounded the cottage outside allowing us a modicum of privacy.

“Goodnight.” Sam finds my lips in the dark and gives me a soft kiss and retreats back to his pillow. But a second later his lips find mine again, hungry and heated. He slowly moves his hands into mine and raises his body over me.

“I know you're trying to be as unattractive as possible in this outfit, but I’m sorry it’s just not working. You’re beautiful inside and out.”

“Well it is pretty hot maybe you could help me out of it.”