Sunday, October 19, 2014

Sunday Snippet: Slip of the Tongue

October 19, 2014

Greetings!

Whew. Great television this past week. The Walking Dead premiere didn't disappoint. So happy it's back on my TV. And I'm all caught up on everything I normally watch. The Flash and Arrow are still kicking ass. Sons of Anarchy is totally insane and I can't wait to see how everything ends.

On Demand has me up to date on Haven, Sleepy Hollow, Agents of SHIELD, and Gotham. Pretty thrilled with Gotham so far. Some interesting little twists on the lore I'm quite enjoying.

Tonight's post is from Slip of the Tongue, a sexy short story where words have power, especially 'love' and 'you'.

Here's the tagline:

Sylvie Brown and Holden Baker are word alchemists, creating the strongest, most intricate spells in their realm. One slip of the tongue can bring catastrophic destruction… or it can garner surprising results. Sylvie learns two little words can hold a wealth of meaning.

And a preview snippet…

She laughed, relishing the experience after working so hard and long to fix the incantation. "Love you!"
Holden stopped and turned. "What did you say?" He slowly made his way back to her workspace.
Her eyes went wide. Quick and playful, the words love and you had escaped before Sylvie could stop them. And holy mage, created an instant change in atmosphere—electric and taut with tension.
She couldn't take them back, and frankly, didn't think she wanted to anyway. Holden could and would read whatever he wanted into her slip of the tongue. They'd danced around the flirtation and then attraction for months while they worked on modernizing the perimeter spells.
She glanced up and caught Holden's gaze. "Well, um…" She shrugged. "You can think whatever you—"
Holden backed her up against the wall. "Don't say it you don't mean it." His mouth hovered over hers. "Do you mean it, Sylvie?" His hands smoothed down her sides and grasped her hips. "Because words have power, spellbinding or not." He pressed the hard ridge of his erection against her.
Oh yes, power indeed.
Her chin lifted and she snagged his lips, fast and hard. "I mean it." She nuzzled his jawline before whispering close to his ear. "I love you."
He tipped his head back and caught her mouth in a long, slow kiss. Hauling her forward, he swept her up in his arms, and carried her to the corner nook. The futon still had the bedclothes from their brief attempts to catch some sleep when they couldn't keep their eyes open any longer.
Holden lowered her to the soft surface, crawled up beside her, and cradled her face in his hands. "I love you, too." His lips traveled along her jaw, down her neck, and over her shoulder.
Sylvie's eyes slid shut and she did a quick examination of her feelings. A big step, one they couldn't retreat from once taken, but she trusted him like no one else.
And she loved him—truly, madly, and deeply—why waste any more time?
Nothing like a moment of clarity to bring feelings home, right?



That's it for this week.

Cheers!


Skye

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