LIE CLOSE TO ME – 3/20/18 Back to Blog
We’re getting close to the 3/20/18 release of LIE CLOSE TO ME! Are you ready for Luna and Maddox?
How about an early excerpt?
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“How did you get here, Luna?” His hands were around her waist, trapping her there. Her legs were between his, and the hospital gown had definitely ridden up. She was pretty sure her ass was totally exposed.
She felt heat blast her cheeks. “Let me go.”
If anything, his hold tightened. “Why would I do that? I spent the last week tracking you.”
He had?
Her hands were pressed to his chest. The guy was huge and crazy fast, and he knew her. He’d been tracking her.
A shiver slid over her body.
“You’re cold. Fuck.”
In a blink, he had her on her feet once more. She started to run—seemed like a good plan—but he snagged her wrist. His fingers curled all the way around it, and Luna felt manacled to him as he bit off a single word, “Don’t.”
She stared up at him. She had to tip back her head to meet his gaze. He was way too big, and he scared the ever loving hell out of her.
Then he shrugged out of his battered coat. He let her wrist go long enough for him to shove her arms into the coat’s sleeves. The coat absolutely swallowed her, but it was warm. She’d just realized that she was ice cold. Now the warmth from his coat—his warmth—was pressing against her. The coat smelled of him. A rich, masculine scent that she found oddly appealing.
She inhaled, savoring that scent a little, and then Luna looked up. His face had gone rock hard, and he stared at her with a fixed intensity.
“How did you get here, Luna? Who helped you get out of the Lazarus facility?”
Her lips parted, but she didn’t know what to say.
His gaze swept down her body. A furrow appeared between his brows. “No shoes. And is that just a paper gown? I mean, shit, we don’t react to the cold the way most people do, but it’s fifteen degrees outside. And this place has been shut down for years. The windows have more holes than glass in them. You’ve got to be shivering that sweet ass off.”
She was shivering, but it was mostly from fear. “You…know me.”
“Hell, yes, I know you.”
“I’m…Luna.” The more he said her name, the more—oddly—right it felt.
His stare hardened even more. “You don’t remember.”
No, she didn’t, so Luna shook her head.
He swore. Long and viciously.
She started to back up—
He snagged her wrist once more. “Oh, hell, no. You won’t be running from me again.”
Yes, oh, hell, yes, she would. Luna knew she just had to wait for the right moment. This wasn’t that moment. She could tell.
“You died.” If anything, his face became even harder. Even more intense. “Sonofabitch, you died.”
Okay, now, she was worrying that he might be straight up crazy. She’d been willing to buy the super senses thing he’d talked about before—um, she could hear his heart beating when she focused and that was weird—but she was obviously not dead.
He yanked her closer to him. Glared down at her. “You’re not like the others. Everything goes away when you die, dammit. You forget me.”
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