As May 25th is fast approaching and the cover reveal event for my military romance A WORLD APART is just around the corner, how about we do one more excerpt? Hope you enjoy it! Oh, and don’t forget to return on May 25th to see the new cover and to enter a giveaway for a $25.00 gift card at a retailer of your choice (Amazon, B&N or Starbucks 😉
A WORLD APART–Excerpt
“Can the bombs reach us?”
“Hope not. The battle’s miles away, but the sounds and shocks travel all the way here,” David replied, his voice low, but steady.
“I’m sorry I barged in. This is my first time going through an attack and I was too afraid to stay in my barracks alone.” She hid a yawn.
“Don’t worry. I wasn’t asleep.”
She stifled another yawn, leaning her head on his shoulder and rubbing her upper arms, yawning more.
“You can rest here, if you want,” David offered. “I can take the other bed.”
Cassandra gripped his sleeve. “Don’t leave me.” She scooted to the wall side of the bed, pulling him down next to her. “There’s plenty room for both. Please, David, stay with me.”
Cassandra’s eyes flickered in the flashing light, her mouth half open. Only a few heartbeats away, she asked for him to protect her, to stay with her, to lay with her in the same narrow cot. The last time that happened David traveled to a world unknown to him until then—Cassandra’s body, a miracle in itself, a forbidden fruit he thought he’d never taste again.
“Please, David.” On her side, she pressed against the wall.
God, have mercy. David lay on his back, stiff, afraid to breathe, afraid to move. Long, torturous seconds turned into minutes. He heard her breathing, smelled her perfume, felt her presence next to him. God, have mercy.
Cassandra pressed against him in the narrow space, resting on her side, her head on one arm, sleeping. David looked at her, still amazed she was there, so close he could touch her.
The explosions seemed further away and less frequent. Not even the voice on the PA bothered him, or the continuous siren. He pulled a blanket over them and, with Cassandra tucked against him, he fell asleep.
A bomb exploded nearby. Acting on instinct, he pulled Cassandra into his arms, covering her with his body, expecting the barracks to collapse. When that didn’t happen, he pulled up on one elbow, looking into her face. She blinked quickly, biting her lower lip.
“Sorry, I tho—”
His words disappeared behind Cassandra’s kiss—hot, desperate, hungry. Her hands held onto him for a few seconds, moved up and down the back of his head, neck and shoulders, gripping, squeezing, digging her fingernails into his flesh. She tilted her pelvis up, pressing his buttocks with her palms, moaning against his lips. Then she found refuge under his shirt, caressing his back, up his chest, over his nipples, awakening the passion for her, the fiery passion he’d restrained for so long—stronger than a reborn Phoenix.
He fought for his breath. “Jesus Christ, Cass, it’s—”
“Don’t,” her breathing elevated, “Don’t say it.”