Wednesday, July 27, 2011

New: WINGING IT by Sandra Sookoo

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Joy and despair, light and dark, you can’t have one without the other.

Devlin Addams has recently returned home from Afghanistan. Haunted by memories that he survived the fighting while his buddies didn't, as well as chased by the knowledge his mom is crazy, he’s having trouble acclimating himself to civilian life. Now, armed with a dog and a therapist, he constantly battles the urge to end it all.

Lia Farry—because her Fae name is a mouthful—has tumbled into the Mortal Realm through the Veil between worlds by mysterious circumstances. Thrust into a new and harsh human existence, finding anything to be happy about is hard. If she can’t go home, she’ll have to make it work.

Forced to interact, Dev’s protective instincts kick in, but he’s unprepared for the onslaught of lust Lia represents. He wants a normal life but not at the expense of getting involved. Lia knows she soothes his torment yet she’s battling her own problems. Desiring Dev is a dangerous prospect. Add in a meddling Fae queen and suddenly life as they know it will change forever. Love is at stake. A leap of faith is all they have to depend on.

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When Lia slowly turned, Dev stiffened, backing away a step until his back crashed into the opposite wall. The dressing room wasn’t big enough for both of them and definitely not now that she stalked him while mischief sparkled in her eyes.

“You need to get dressed.” He edged toward the door but she caught him in a corner, holding him still with only light pressure on his arm. His pulse roared in his ears, pumping as hard as if he’d run three miles at the gym, waking each nerve ending and rushing to his groin.

“I will. First, show me how to adjust the bra.” She pushed her lips into a pout that almost had his knees buckling. “Who else can I ask? I don’t know anyone.” The hand on his arm slid up to his shoulder, then further to caress his neck where her fingers tentatively brushed along his jaw and cheek.

Everywhere she touched sent heat lingering over his skin. His breath caught. Never had he been so terrified--not even during the darkest hours in Afghanistan when certain death was imminent. Now, caught in this ridiculous woman’s pull, he had no idea how to act or what to do, yet her air of vulnerability captivated him, compelled his sense of honor not to abandon her.

“I’m waiting, Dev.”

Her scent filled his nostrils with a mix of faint flowers and the juice she’d spilled earlier, reminding him she still looked like one of Peter Pan’s lost boys, except she was definitely not a boy. She pressed closer and her very feminine curves settled against him as if they’d been created just for him. He swallowed, trying to force moisture into his dry throat. It was a losing battle, like attempting to keep his rapidly fading willpower in the forefront of his mind.

Dev gripped her hips, holding her against him for brief seconds before he slid his hands to her waist, enjoying the softness of her skin. When she gave a tiny gasp of surprise, he stared into her eyes and watched as the pupils darkened with the same lust coursing unchecked through his system. Damn it. His brain screamed a warning, imploring him to find out more about her before taking this next, irreversible step. The fact that his body reacted to her so easily was cause for alarm, but he couldn’t pull away.

He urged his hands higher until he gently cupped her breasts, now hidden by the pink satin. The tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip. Dev bit back a curse. In desperation, he made a deal with himself. If he could get some questions answered, find out exactly why and how she’d arrived on his doorstep, then he’d kiss her—but that was it. Just to take the edge off the hormones that raged inside. His breath rasped in his chest and he nodded. Good plan. The pads of his thumbs skimmed along the slippery satin, recalling the situation. The key to surviving her crashing into his life was to keep her clothed and busy so he wouldn’t be tempted. It had to be this way if either of them was to survive.

“Touch me, Dev. It’ll make you happy.” A tremble danced through her body, so intense he felt it in his fingertips.

The words snapped him back into a normal frame of mind. His lip curled in a sneer. As if I have any right to be happy, not after the things I’ve done, the lives I’ve taken. This crap has to end--now. With the efficient movements every military member possessed, he slipped a hand into one of the bra’s cups and adjusted her boob so it lay correctly in the garment, then he repeated the action with the other one. When her nipples pebbled from the interaction, he ignored them.

Gripping her shoulders, he firmly removed her from his personal space. “Put the damn clothes on, or I will haul your half-naked ass out of this store over my shoulder. Do you understand?”

“But—” Oh, hell, was her bottom lip actually quivering?

“I don’t want to hear it.” He also ignored the sudden hurt and confusion that sprang into her expression. “We’re going home and will get some sleep--in separate beds.” He added the last part in case she had other ideas. “In the morning I’m going to the gym, followed by my shrink. When I come back, I’m taking you home. That’s it.”

He took another look at her, nearly naked with the best rack he’d seen in a long time, and heaved a sigh. Unless the agreed-upon mental deal he’d struck could be put into play first. Despite her side trips into potential crazy town, he kinda liked hearing her talk. Somehow, it made him feel less alone and more human.

“Okay, Dev, if that’s what you want.”

“Good. That’s what I want.” No matter how much the tears in her eyes made him feel like the lowest form of pond scum, there needed to be some ground rules going forward.

Turning, he fumbled with the sliding lock on the dressing room door, and once he’d yanked the panel open, he shot outside, never once looking back.

Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough, and there was still the night to get through.

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Becca Simone said...

Sandra, do you have bionic fingers or a magic keyboard? I swear, you come out with a new book every time I turn around. Stud(ette). :)

Vivien Jackson said...

I'll take some of those bionic fingers with a side of magic keyboard! lol. Congratulations on the new book, Sandi. It sounds like so much fun!

Sandra Sookoo said...

LMAO!! No bionic fingers. Usually I don't sub work past August, which means all pieces I write are held back until January the following year then I submit. It's nice to have work "banked" It also takes the pressure off me for the upcoming release year :-)

But, I'm so glad this one is finally out because I had great fun writing it!

Emma Lai said...

So, now you've spilled your secret. :) No submissions after August. Not a bad policy considering the holidays. I'll have to ponder something similar.

Love the excerpt. Makes my heart ache for both the characters.

Sandra Sookoo said...

lol Emma, it's not always the case, but mostly :-)

Savanna Kougar said...

Sandra, enjoyed your excerpt immensely! Congrats on your latest release.

I do need bionic fingers! Or something that works.

Sandra Sookoo said...

Thanks Savanna!