Moroco and Saffron’s story is coming soon!
This is a story of two flawed characters filled with passion and temper. And writing their story is certainly keeping me on my toes! It looks like it’s going to be my longest story yet and so it may not be ready this month, so here is an excerpt to keep you all going…
He loomed over her, not touching her but intimidating the hell out of her nonetheless. Saffron was used to being shorter than everyone else. But Moroco wasn’t just tall, he was huge. His shoulders were side, the muscles of his arms pressed against the tight top he wore. A lot of warriors wore vests which left little the imagination, but Moroco always wore tops that covered his chest and yet at the same time, made you itch to see what was underneath. The man was ripped. Huge. Gorgeous.
And a total prick.
“A child would have the good sense to listen to those who knew more than they did. A child would be more obedient. A child would learn from their mistakes.”
He did not just say that.
She opened her mouth and he leaned in closer. She hastily closed her mouth as his eyes flared red. Oh shit. He was really angry. And she was here alone with him. Well, one of the Ashley’s was here, but she hardly counted.
And yet, she wasn’t as scared as she should be. She should be screaming for help or trying to run. Instead, she stood here, frozen, unable to believe the crap coming out of his mouth.
Why the hell wasn’t she more frightened of him? He could hurt her without even breaking out in a sweat.
“You continue to make foolish, stupid decisions that place your health and safety in danger.”
“For God’s sake, I was standing on a chair, not trying to climb some mountain or jump out of a plane. Will you get over yourself!”
“You left your house without an escort. Without my permission. As your minder, it was up to me to protect you and I failed because you could not follow a simple order for your safety. You were shot! You could have died!”
Okay, so it seemed he was still a bit pissy about all of that.
“I am a grown woman. I don’t need a minder.”
“Obviously, you do since you ended up shot!”
All right, it was kind of hard to argue that, but still, she should give it a go.
“I do not care what happens on Earth!” he roared.
She rubbed at her ears. “Jesus, man, you need to learn to use your inside voice.”