It appears like the super hot rush of summer is going away here - seasons changing and easing towards winter. Temps have gone down significantly, the wind is chillier... and my nose is giving me hell because of this change of the season. Ack.
So what better than to tuck down with a fuzzy afghan, a cup of hot coffee, and sensationally good reading aka Six Sentence Sunday? And yes, it's March, people! March!
Today, I'm taking you back to the Surrey mansion's garden. Wanna know how rational and cool & composed Margo fell hard and gave in to hunky Jamie's request that she come settle next-door to him? Read on. We left them last week with Margo spinning all sorts of sensual scenarios in her head.
Does Jamie know what he's doing to her? Many would say, he sure does!
Margo looked up; bad mistake, because she saw into his eyes, able to imagine the spark of passion blazing in the dark depths with the glinting whiskey-gold flecks — if he wanted her to surrender right then, she would, and she was sure he figured that out when she hitched a breath, and failed to conceal the sharp intake of air.
What is it you want, Jamie; what's with the mixed signals?
"Take it," he urged as his breath tickled her cheekbone; and she knew she shouldn't, because he embodied too much of a menace to all she was—even if he left in a few months, every day, every moment spent around him would bring jeopardy for her mind and heart.
"Margo, say yes."
His voice was a whisper, and if he stepped any closer, his lips would touch her cheek; Margo hitched in another breath, afraid to move, eager to move, because if she breathed too deeply, they'd touch — Don't say anything, Jamie.
"Please," he added. ...'
Catch the fantabulous SSS posse and their super snippets here. Thanks to all of you who visit every week; those of you who visit today; and those of you nice enough to leave me a comment. :)
Hope you're having a lovely weekend, peeps!
From Mauritius with love,