Monday Snippet: Flight From Death

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FLIGHT FROM DEATH — Book 1 of the Fly By Night Series (a spinoff of Otherworld)Release date: July 7th, 2015. Available for Preorder! If you want an autographed copy, preorder from Seattle Mystery Bookshop.

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My nostrils flared as I caught the scent of kelp and brine. I leaned forward, staring at the ripples of water that rolled beneath the boat, longing to spread my arms wide and dive so deep that I never needed to come up. The water was a sensuous lover, all-embracing, all-encompassing. It strengthened me. Inhaling deeply, I straightened my shoulders, feeling my energy rise from the close proximity.

“Shimmer?” Alex’s voice intruded, low and sultry.

I turned to find him staring at me. “Alex…?” I slid my hand along the rail toward him. The air felt so thick it was like breathing vapor.

He held my gaze as he reached out to place his hand over mine, his skin cold as ice, cold as the depths, cold as river wine running down my throat on a hot summer evening. I sucked in a deep breath and shifted as a gnawing hunger began racing up through my body, between my legs, into my breasts. I let out a low growl and stepped closer as he tightened his grip around my fingers.

“Please return to your cars…” The voice interrupted, echoing through the loudspeakers.

Startled by the intrusion, I let out a low curse. Alex licked his lips, but then let out a faint laugh.

“Time enough, love. There will be time enough.” And with that, he let go of my hand. “Come, we have to get back in the car.”

Grumbling, I followed him back. As I fastened my seatbelt, I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. Blue dragons aren’t just emotional, we’re also the most sensual of all dragons. We like sex and a lot of it, in all forms and aspects. My love life had been difficult. Being outcaste was akin to being undesirable and I’d spent a lot of time alone, not by choice. As I forced myself to relax, it hit me. I’d as good as told Alex I wanted to hook up with him.

Ralph seemed oblivious, still absorbed by the book he was reading. Alex gave me one last glance as the lights of the Clinton pier appeared. He winked at me, and I let out a sigh, but grinned in return.

As we disembarked, we drove onto what turned out to be a continuation of Highway 525 from over on the mainland, I reluctantly watched the water disappear behind us.

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