I don’t know how it happened, but February shot by way too quickly. I can’t believe we’re already a week into March, but that means I can finally say the sentence I’ve been dying to for months:Twisted Mind is available to download!
Yes, you read that right.The second book in the Chequered Flag series is out within a month of Chameleon Soul. I told you there wouldn’t be a long wait to get your hands on my second sexy, alpha driver. ;-)
The even better news is that for one week only my publisher has dropped the price to 0.99!
Also, Chameleon Soul is on sale, so you can now download both books in the series for the price of one.
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Twisted-Mind-Chequered-Flag-Book-Mia-Hoddell-ebook/dp/B01C63YPV8/ref
Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/Twisted-Mind-Chequered-Flag-Book-Mia-Hoddell-ebook/dp/B01C63YPV8/ref
Amazon AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/Twisted-Mind-Chequered-Flag-Book-Mia-Hoddell-ebook/dp/B01C63YPV8/ref
I leaned in, desperate to feel him.
Finally, his lips grazed mine in barely a whisper of a touch.
A moan of protest slipped from my lips when he parted and the musical sound of Dustin’s husky laugh caused me to shiver.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he murmured, shocking me when his lips scraped my ear.
“I really don’t care.”
Dustin cupped my jaw, his thumb swiping over my cheekbone. The touch drew my eyes to his.
“I should though.”
I rested my head further into his palm and covered the back of his hand with my own to keep him there. Turning, I pressed my lips to his palm. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
“You could break me.”
I nipped at the tip of his finger when he trailed it over my bottom lip. “Aren’t we both already broken?”
“You could shatter me like no one else, Taz.” Rather than meet my eyes he stared off into the distance over my shoulder. “You could destroy me.”
I reached up, taking his jaw between my fingers and forcing his attention back to me. “I don’t want to.”
“That doesn’t mean you won’t.”
“No, but it means I’ll do everything in my power to try not to.”
The resolve in his eyes wavered. He couldn’t meet my gaze for long. He exhaled heavily, and his jaw kept tensing beneath my palm.
“Dustin,” I said, drawing his focus back to me. “It’s only a kiss.”
It wasn’t. We both knew I was lying and if we started down this road it would lead to more.
Regardless, Dustin pulled me into him. Pressing on the small of my back, he didn’t stop until I was flush against his chest. With his other hand he swiped back a lock of hair to slide it behind my ear.
He lowered his head, dipping until his forehead rested against mine. “I’m trusting you, Taz.”
I responded in a whisper, “Me too. You’re not the only one who stands to lose, Dust.”
Finally, he closed the gap between us and his lips met mine slowly, but forcefully. He claimed and possessed me, marking me as his with his mouth.
Every ounce of pain and fear was shared through our kiss.
When I parted my lips Dustin’s tongue immediately swept into me. I moaned, raising my arms to encircle him. I ran my fingers through the shaggy locks of hair at the back of his neck, pulling on them until he grunted against me.
Even though no space remained between us, Dustin forced me against him harder then dropped his head to my shoulder. He placed a tender kiss directly over the pulse point in my neck and mumbled against my skin, “Please don’t break me, Taz.”