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#FORGOTTEN SOULS OUR LAST NIGHT LICENSE#

I turned my gaze to his face, drinking in his handsome features. His hands slid across my shoulders making me shiver as they slowly crept toward my slender neck. I tilted my head to the side resting on the back of his knuckles. He rested his hands on my shoulders in a soft caress. He clasped me tightly against him, but only briefly, releasing me before my erratic heartbeat could calm itself. Using my newfound skills, I leaped to my feet in one fluid movement, bolting the remaining distance that separated us and threw myself into his strong arms. After nearly losing him once, I couldn't control the panic that slowly dug its claws into my frantically beating heart.įinally, he appeared in the distance, his silhouette walking toward me at what seemed to be the slowest of snail paces. I knew I was just being ridiculous, but I scanned the horizon more anxiously. I shook my head trying to calm my breathing. It's a good thing I didn't wear a watch, otherwise I would have been nervously checking it every five seconds. Maybe it was just my imagination, but he seemed to be taking longer than usual to get here. My heart started beating a little faster as anxiety began to creep in. I shifted to a more comfortable spot waiting for Mark to join me. I couldn't think of anywhere else I'd rather be. The breeze was as gentle as always and the subtleness of the sweet salty air filled my lungs. I had been here so many times, I felt as if I knew every grain of sand. I curled my toes deep into the cool sand and watched the water as it gently lapped at the tide line. Thank you for the help and endless support you provide each and every day. Finally, to the most amazing friends anyone could ask for on Twitter. To my sister-in-law, you make my covers come alive. To my sister, who shares my love of reading. To my son, who makes me believe in magic everyday. To my daughter, who loves the stories I weave, even when they are messy. To my forever fabulous husband, who helps breathe life into every story I write.

Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.īeing a writer is a joy and a privilege for me and something I would never be able to do without a wonderful support system.

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#FORGOTTEN SOULS OUR LAST NIGHT LICENSE#