Coming 03.25.14
BLURB:
Hopeless
romantic Eddie Kim acts out his favorite 'rescued by the white knight'
fantasies through weekly D&D campaigns, but had almost given up hope
of ever getting a real one. Then Callum, a mysterious red-head with
freezing superpowers and a memorable kiss, saves him from a house but
disappears without a trace. Taking pity on him, Eddie's friends look to
craiglist to relocate his hero.
Unfortunately,
the publicity brings down the kind of attention Callum Race been trying
to avoid; he's in town to try and clear his family name, and now the
dangerous superpowered organization he needs to thwart know he's come
home again. Still, he can't help following up with Eddie.
The
heat between Callum and Eddie flares instantly, and Eddie insists on
helping to undo the damage his romantic notions have done. The problem:
that will mean becoming embroiled in a nefarious plot, not to mention a
superpowered world Eddie didn't even know existed a week ago. The 'bad
guys' will try to trick and use him, and in the meantime he has to
convince Cal to trust him enough to be the white knight for once--and
for real--instead of the perpetual damsel in distress.
EXCERPT:
“This could all be a lie,” he insisted. “I
could be some kind of…of nutjob, just coming in here with wild stories to—”
“Well, the superpowers are real, and that’s
the nuttiest part.” I tapped his frosty glass.
“No,” he said again, this time drawn out
and fixing me with that intense, cold look again.
On impulse, I reached out and touched his
cheek. Cold, but not as much as I expected. His skin was soft and pale against
mine, and his jaw tightened slightly beneath my fingers. “Why?” I asked,
brushing back toward his ear. “What are they going to do? Kill me?”
His eyes had gone wide with surprise, his
mouth hanging open just a little. He licked his lips and looked at mine. “I don’t
know. I wouldn’t put it past them, though. That’s why—”
But there comes a certain point in a
conversation when you realize you’re just chasing each other’s tails round and
round. His mouth looked so good like that, all wet and open and delicious. I’d
had just enough to drink to lean in and press mine against it.
That, at least, did not seem to surprise
him. I could’ve sworn he even leaned in a little to meet me, and he definitely
tilted his head before we made it to the kiss. This time I paid better
attention; his lips were cold on the outside but warmed quickly against mine,
and when I slipped my tongue past his teeth, he was hot inside.
I was buzzing on him, not the bourbon, but
he closed it off gently. “This is crazy,” he whispered. “I know this is crazy.
I’m so sorry.”
“Just shut up, okay?” I kissed him again,
this time more deliberately. Then, into his mouth, “Shut up, and make out with
me for like a half hour, and then you can talk all you want.”
“You…you don’t owe me anything.”
I moved nearer, pressing him into the back
of the couch and turning to face him completely, so one leg was thrown over his
lap and the other was curled up beneath me. “Protip: Don’t insult the guy who’s
kissing you, okay? You liked kissing me. I liked kissing you. You’ve been
looking at me like you just crawled out of a desert and I’m a glass of water. I’ve
thought about it for weeks now. I want to do it again. Do you?” I leaned
forward and pressed my lips into the soft spot just beneath his jaw, felt his
pulse. Now he was warm. Not as much as me, but getting there.
His breath caught when my teeth gave a
little scrape. He said, “Y-yeah.”
I kissed him hard enough that my upper lip
squashed into my teeth and hurt a little—and it was a thrill. I threaded my arm
around his shoulders and scratched my fingertips through the short hair at the
back of his head, then tickled down his neck before starting it all over again.
He made a small sound, something like surprise and relief tangled up in his
throat. It was hard to say if his temperature was finally rising or if it was
just mine; my blood was definitely feeling hot, though, that fast.
Nothing was working out how it was
supposed to. I’d just wanted to find my white knight and live happily ever
after, but instead I’d ratted him out to the bad guys. Either that, or I was
making out with a delusional psychopath—and I was delusional too because, well,
superpowers.
But all of that was out of my control now.
Not this. This, I could do. It was going to be perfect, the best make-out
session ever, and we were going to forget everything for a little while and
just enjoy it. And he was going to love it so much that afterward, he’d be
talked into letting me help make things right.
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