While Amazon is holding the price of my book at $0.99, I figure I may as well capitalize on the sale offer. But before that, I'd like you to sample The Long Game to see if you like it. 😊
Excerpt:
Garth went to the bar, and Vance pulled out a chair and threw his glove on the table. "You avoiding me, A?"
I stared at his glove and directed my question at the crumpled black leather. "Why would you think that?"
"You've never gone off on your own before, unless we're not here. That right there is a clue."
Keeping my tone neutral, I asked, "Have you done something to make me avoid you?"
A shadow passed over his face and he unwrinkled his brows. When he looked at me, his eyes were clear. "Not to my knowledge."
Both of us knew he wasn't telling the truth.
When I drank from my glass again and raised my head, Vance's habitual slouch and easy smile told me he was trying to get over whatever had his boxers in a knot. "So you're coming out with us?" he asked.
"I was gonna sit here and wait, since I need a ride. Sometimes I think we're mad as hell to be out there for five hours at a time."
His mouth curved in a one-sided smile. "Now, you wonder? It's way too late. The time for that was fifteen years ago when we started."
Our eyes met and something passed between us—a connection forged through many years of being in the same space. For a second, my mind went to the times we'd kissed and I lowered my gaze for fear he'd be able to tell where my mind had gone.
I studied my nails, which I'd gotten done yesterday, then picked up my glass. After sipping from it, I opened my mouth again to find Vance had been watching me.
"What is it?"
“Nothing.” With his gaze glued to mine, he shook his head. "Nothing at all."
I pulled my lip between my teeth, puzzled over why the air around us seemed charged.
Vance's hand closed around my wrist, startling me. His touch was gentle, his dark skin contrasting with mine. When I pulled my attention away from our hands on the table and the tremor radiating up to my armpit, he said softly, "You wanna tell me what's going on?"
I shook my head, unwilling to believe the force flowing between us was sexual tension. We'd been there and done that, but his intense gaze said that's exactly where we were again.
Desperate to escape from Vance, I swallowed hard and got to my feet. "I'll be back in a minute."
Was I was having flights of fancy or had I gone crazy? My thoughts churned as I walked away from him. Sexual awareness be damned, no way was I going back down that road with him.
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