I’m pleased to turn the spotlight on fellow author Marilee Brothers this week.
Marilee is a former teacher, coach, counselor and the author of nine books. Marilee and her husband are the parents of three grown sons and live in central Washington State. After writing six young adult books, Marilee is once again writing romantic suspense for the adult market.
She loves hearing from people who have read her books. Feel free to contact her at http://www.marileebrothers.com and sign up for her newsletter The Obsessive Page Turner. Her author page on Facebook is: www.facebook.com/marilee.author and she occasionally tweets @MarileeB. Marilee’s blog is Book Blather, http://bookblatherblog.blogspot.com where she features aspiring and published authors as well as some tidbits of her own.
Her newest release, Affliction, is scheduled to be released on February 29 and is part of her Soul Seeker series.
Be careful! She can look into your eyes and read your soul.
Lie to a soul seeker, live to regret it.
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His cheek scrapes across mine, his mouth just inches from my lips. “Look at me, Minnie,” he whispers. “Tell me what you see.”
I lift my gaze and stare into his eyes, fully expecting to see my own face, possibly streaked with bits of sticky syrup and framed with flattened helmet hair. Nothing scary. Just something I’d rather not experience right now. But someone changed the channel.
My breath hitches in my chest. “Fire,” I say. “I see a smoldering fire.”
Billy’s mouth grazes my cheek. “Smoldering, huh? Let’s make it burn hotter.”
His lips touch mine, tentative at first, until I wrap my arms around his neck and try to climb inside his skin. He deepens the kiss, his silky tongue slipping into my mouth. I’m transported to another place. My world consists of all things tactile. The sound of our breathing. The smell of his leather jacket. The warmth of his body against mine. The softness of his lips. The heat spiraling through my body like wildfire. More. I want more.
I’m brought back to earth by the sound of a honking horn and a raucous shout, “Hey, you two, get a room!”
Embarrassed, I push away from Billy and stare at the ground, trying to get my breathing under control. Billy grabs my hand and kisses the back of it like an errant knight wooing a fair maiden. This strikes me as hilarious and I snort laugh. Also embarrassing.
Billy releases my hand and tilts my chin back. “I’m not leaving until you look at me one more time. I promise you, it’s safe.”