Tomorrow Edge Will Be Available

Are you ready?

EDGE will be available at midnight and in celebration I am giving you a sneak peek today! In case you missed meeting Autumn, Jonas, and Michael in before, you can meet them in Voyeur now.


She watched the shadow pass through his irises. It was always there, always lingering. He hid it behind his good-natured, almost-constant impish grin, but there it always was, ready to be called out, and she was calling him out to play. On her knees, tears she couldn’t explain to him streaking down her cheeks, she sobbed as a childhood song came to her mind. Patty-cake. Her father’s voice singing as she patted her small hands against his large, elegantly smooth ones, “Say, say, my playmate, come out and play with me, and bring your dollies three, climb up my apple tree.”

Jonas rushed to her side and knelt beside her, lifted her chin as she started humming the tune, the words haunting her mind. “Holler down my rain barrel, slide down my cellar door, and we’ll be jolly friends forever more…”

“What’s happened, Autumn? You were so certain you were winning” -- he pulled back to look into her face, afraid to ask but asking anyway -- “did you lose the case to Edward?”

“Don’t say his name!” she growled. She closed her eyes quickly, hiding from Jonas the pain of Edward’s offer. He would never know that Edward wanted her to come back, just as he didn’t know about her lapse with Edward in his office.

God, the shame of that.

She knew she was calling out danger to play, but she didn’t care. She wanted to hurt. She needed to hurt. The hurt on the outside must hurt more than the inside to make it go away. She’d learned that by accident, and she didn’t think that Jonas even realized that he’d taught her that lesson. “Hurt me!”

“Michael isn’t here. He’s in Vegas, remember?”

“We don’t need Michael.” Autumn pushed him, her palm a sharp punch against his shoulder. She shook her head hard, trying to dislodge the song. She needed Jonas to really come out and play. She leaned into him, kissing his cheek, biting his cheek; then when he turned to claim her lips, she kissed him, sucking his lower lip into her mouth. Sucking his lip. Biting his lip. A metallic taste filled her mouth. She’d bitten harder than she’d meant to. He pulled back away from her, jerked away, grabbed her chin, and made her meet his gaze.

She could see a drop of his blood on his bottom lip before willing herself to meet his gaze, finding control she didn’t want to see reflected back at her. “Why do you let Michael control you? Control us? You played with me before we became a ménage.

Play with me now. Just a little. Jonas. Hurt. Me. Just. A. Little.”

She could see his control slipping.

“Cut me, Jonas. You’ve wanted to. Michael always stops your plans. Michael isn’t here. It’s all right. I’m giving you permission. I trust you.”


Lori said...

Wow. Bought it, read it, loved it. Your boys are deliciously wicked, and I hope we haven't seen the end of your "edge" series. Thanks so much for the new fantasies!

Roxy Harte said...

Hi Lori,

Hope you read Voyeur too!