Sunday snippet from a current work in progress.
Here is an unedited peek from Bought…
The instant Scarlet spotted the Porsche parked in the driveway the bitter taste of anger flooded her mouth. An indignant outrage that burned away the earlier sweetness of the afternoon.
Killian had always called the shots – in and out of their bed. It’d never bothered her before. In fact, it had been part of the wild attraction. She’d understood from day one, you don’t get on the roller-coaster and then try to steer.
She knew all that and still she was livid.
She stopped next to the sleek machine on the gravel stones. Bent at the knees, her panties still somewhere on Jerricho’s floor, and picked up a large jagged stone.
Her grip clenched and released as she slowly counted to ten, then twenty, before she had herself under enough control to not take the unforgiving hard edge of rock and scratch it down the petrol blue paint. Racing stripes à la feminine fury.