TIME FOR A SNEAK PEEK!
Keep reading for an excerpt from Kyle & Juniper’s story…
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Taking in the glittering city dancing in the rain, we lapsed back into silence. I soon became aware that I was taking in the sights and Kyle was taking me in. As our eyes collided, my heart skipped a beat. His expression was intense, and it was obvious what he needed.
“Are you jet lagged?” I asked, moving a few inches closer to him.
He shook his head.
Then kiss me.
He made no such move, and just stood there, lips parted eyes glowing and provoked. I felt electricity in every breath I took. I saw sparks ignite in the gap between us. Like embers from a fire, they flew up. Time slowed. The ache inside me grew. Unable to bear the inches between us, I seized his shoulders and drew him closer.
Automatically, his hands went around my waist and he said, “Are you sure?”
A rainwater bucket on my anticipation. I tossed him a surprised look. “I thought that’s what being your fuck-buddy was about? I’m so confused right now.”
“I told you that you call the shots. Use it when you need me.”
“Thank you for not making me feel cheap.”
He caught the irony in my voice and his eyebrows knitted in one furry line. “Listen, I want you to be comfortable. Please know you call the shots when it comes to your duties.”
What the actual fuckadoodle?
“Wow.” I dropped my arms from his shoulders and pressed my hands in together in a prayer emoji. “What a superbly feminist gesture. A progressive man who supports my rights—exists? I am sure right now, across the world, pink pussy hats are being dropped by the millions at this empowering statement of yours. Perhaps your epitaph will read, ‘Here lies the Empoweree of women, the Giver of shots when it came to their bedding duties.’”
“Very funny. You are one clown short of a circus, Juniper.”
“Sorry, Kyle. Force of habit.” My sass unleashed, I could not stop smiling. “I forgot we are following Kyle’s Law now. I will no longer make my regular snarky and sassy commentary. If there is a punishment, let me, let you, punish me.”
His lips came down on mine and I lost my ability to make snarky comments. Expert fingers gathered my hair and jerked my head back until I was tied to the open window sill. My breath lodged in my throat. Droplets of rain hit my faces as Kyle kissed me.
It was a deep endless kiss and I wanted time to freeze right here…in the summer, rain kissing my love.
Moving over my neck and jerking right back to my lips, his mouth left blazing lines of heat on my wet skin. The insistent lips claimed all my sass and left me limp, needing…wanting more.
Heavy arms slipped under my rear and lifted me up with such a swift motion, I almost slipped back into the open window. He steadied me—and still kissing me hard—walked to the bedroom while I was straddled on his midriff.
Sadia Ash has held jobs in different fields that involved writing (and never math) in some way. She has worked for film and TV publicity with the Prenner Group, did news and TV placement for Aeros (a NASA project), edited scripts for indie films, and fundraised. A lot. A serial volunteer, she has raised funds for many charities that educate and help girls in disenfranchised regions.
Currently working on two novels, a TV show, and a film script, Ash is addicted to British shows, lattes, and sushi, though her fictional characters, thankfully, don’t have such banal tastes and uneventful lives. She holds an MA English degree from Loyola University in Chicago, a Screenwriting Certificate from UCLA and Masters in English Literature from NUML. Hailing from Chicago, she now lives in California with her husband, two teens, and Misha Collins, their cat.
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