Sneak Peek at Melt Me…
Arriving this fall in the Witching Hour: Sinister Legends Anthology (not sure how I got let in the door, but I’m happy to be a part of this compilation of urban legends.)
Release Date: October 23, 2018
Pre Order Link: https://www.books2read.com/u/bpppXE
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Melt Me ©2018 Maggie Jane Schuler
With her purse in one hand and the innocuous gift in the other, she pushed the driver’s door closed with her tush, ready for battle. After a relaxing breath, she straightened her shoulders with confidence and stepped toward the entrance of The Pub.
“Good evening, Jade.” The deep, panty-melting tone sang in her ears from across the lot. He was leaning against his Camaro but pulled himself upright when her eyes landed on his. He sauntered his way to her side, and the alluring smile on his face was accented with those deep charming dimples that sent a message low in her belly where butterflies somersaulted.
“I guess this will be easier out here.” She shoved the glass jar into his chest and took one more gulp of air into her lungs. “I will not be a one-night—”
“Where did these come from?” His baby blues examined the jar with what had to be a hint of feigned innocence lacing his question. Like he really didn’t know!
“You,” she seethed. “You left them on my desk. Please keep your hands and sweets to yourself.”
His brows furrowed, and he looked annoyed now. “These aren’t from me.”
“Stop with the bullshit.” Jade put a hand to her hip. “Everyone in town knows you pop candy like a junkie.”
His brow rose. “I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I would never leave this rookie jar of less than adequate candy. Mine has a purpose. You’ll see.” He gestured at the front door. “If you give me a chance, I might be able to help you out.”
The air crept out of her body. Her cheeks warmed with embarrassment as she debated if she should follow or leave as she intended. His offer seemed genuine and innocent but this was Cody McAllister, womanizer extraordinaire.
“Come on, I don’t bite.” He winked and cradled her elbow in his hand as he guided her to the edge. The one she promised not to cross. But her body followed him, leaving her brain and heart bickering in the parking lot.