There’s a blog tour kicking off. I’ll be visiting the following blogs…
|Fab Fantasy Fiction||1/6/2014||Interview|
|Queen of All She Reads||1/7/2014||Spotlight|
|Wicked Readings by Tawania||1/9/2014||Spotlight|
|Blogging by Liza||1/10/2014||Spotlight|
|Smile Somebody Loves You||1/14/2014||Interview|
|Enchantress of Books||1/14/2014||Interivew|
|Book Loving Pixie||1/15/2014||Spotlight|
|The Reading Addict||1/15/2014||Q&A|
The tour lasts for the next week or so and there are prizes…
“You want to ask Damon?”
The knot in my throat was about the size of the EpcotCenter, lodged there. Choking me. Shooting to my feet, I crossed the room to the small bar area. There was a stock of packaged water and I needed something. “Sure. You can have him call me when he gets in—”
The prickle of heat that I’d felt from Doyle was nothing like the wave of it that rolled across of my skin in the next moment. Gripping my water in my hand, I stared at the bar. “Damon’s in the Lair, isn’t he?”
“Yeah.” Doyle stayed on the couch. I could see him from the corner of my eye and he was watching me.
I could see the concealed entrance where we’d entered. I hadn’t been aware of it until Doyle had brought me through just moments earlier. As the wave of heat grew stronger and hotter, I tried to decide. Did I run for it?
Doyle wouldn’t stop me. I knew that.
Not his fault.
Closing my eyes, I twisted the top of my water and lifted it to my lips.
My heart raced. It had been three weeks since I’d seen him. It seemed like longer. But it wasn’t long enough. I couldn’t—
The door opened. My hand convulsed on the water and the plastic crumpled. Lowering my gaze, I stared at the water and sighed. Dumping it in the recycler, I dried my hands off. I was surprised to see they weren’t shaking. That was nice, I thought. At least I could face him without showing how much of a mess I was.
He’d know, of course.
Damon always knew.