Ever since I embarked on this journey to revamp the cover for my military romance A WORLD APART I began re-reading the book and I’m so falling in love with David and Cassandra’s story all over again! These two had so much chemistry, even during a match of kickboxing, sparks flew left and right. Below another excerpt I hope you’ll enjoy and maybe who knows, convince you to pick up the book and read it.
And don’t forget to return for the grand cover reveal scheduled for May 25th. I’d be delighted if you stopped by to see it 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
“Man, you’re hitting me already and the match hasn’t even started.”
Cassandra rolled her blue eyes, shaking her head. Smiling, she took several steps back. “Get ready to get your butt whooped,” and in saying that, she took the fighting position, both arms raised to guard her chin, feet apart.
“That’s a big word for a little girl like you.” David put the boxing gloves on, tightened them and took the same position, facing her.
“Which one, butt or whooped?” She jabbed at him once, twice then surprised him with an uppercut. She danced around him, trying to throw him off with a pretended punch to the liver, but going for his spleen instead.
“Actually it’s whipped; whooped is slang and a little girl like you shouldn’t use such words.” He blocked another set of rapid punches.
“I’m an adult, I can use slang if I so choose. Besides, you’re not my commander here. You can’t order my mouth be washed out with soap.”
He laughed and lost momentum when she caught him off guard with two high-speed sidekicks to his upper arm, throwing him off balance. She took advantage of his wobbly position and went for the final chin jab and a knee that landed him sprawled on his back. Before falling, he hooked an arm under her elbow, taking her down with him.
She struggled to stand and to unhook her arm, but stumbled and fell on top of David. She tried to escape, laughing so hard her body shook convulsively.
She laughed. “You play dirty, David Hunt.”
“And you take advantage of being a girl.” He laughed, too. Her body felt hot on top of his, resting easily on one elbow, her right leg bent on top of his, the other resting along his right thigh. Her breasts pressed on his chest, making him aware of the growing tightness in his groin.
“I won and quit calling me a little girl. I’m not.” She punched his ribs. “I’m a woman.”
“I’ve no doubt you are a woman, a very special one, I must say.” David squeezed her leg between his, hooked both her arms and, using his body weight, rolled her onto her back, pinning her arms.
Her laughter trailed off, and her facial expression changed from relaxed to serious. Her chest rose with her breath, her skin sleek with sweat. Her blue eyes sparkled and when she licked her upper lip and then bit her lower, David lost it. He bowed his head. The hell with everything—
“You two, I said fight, not play! Two minutes,” Hulk yelled next to them.
David lifted his head for a split second to look up, pushing his body onto one elbow and rolling off Cassandra. A bucket of iced water dumped over his head would probably have the same effect as the instructor’s words.
She jumped to her feet, reaching for him. “Two minutes. Enough time to finish you, Major Hunt.”