Teaser! Dream Marked 4 in progress

dream marked 4 teaser

How many of you are waiting for me to write the fourth book in the Dream Marked series? If you are, you’re in luck. I’m working on it right now!

Here is a little teaser from what I’ve done so far with Dream Marked 4 (unedited, rough draft):

Sparrow knew who he was. Everyone knew who he was: President Morgan Wilde. Tall, dark hair, blue eyes. Intelligent.

What Sparrow could not figure out was what he was doing in her dream. She wasn’t one of the groupies who flocked to the White House trying to get a glimpse of the youngest President ever elected. So what if he was handsome? Powerful? Sparrow wasn’t the kind of woman who wasted her time mooning after an unattainable prize. She wasn’t the kind of woman who needed a man to complete her. So why was she dreaming about him again?

They were somewhere dark. The back of a limo, driving at night. Like usual, her arms itched and she rubbed at them. It didn’t help. It never did. Morgan knew her head hurt, too, and sometimes he’d press on her temples, trying to fix it, but not tonight. This time was different.

They had to be quiet. There were people everywhere. There were always people around them: the driver, his protective detail, random people trying to get a glimpse of the man behind the dark windows. Even so, she couldn’t quite stifle the moan of pleasure dancing through her body. He lay over her, warm thigh between hers. He’d rested his face in her neck as though for protection, from what she didn’t know. She didn’t care, not right now. Every time he breathed out, his mouth tickled the spot right beneath her ear that drove her crazy.

“Kiss me,” he murmured, hands busy at her breasts. Sparrow carded her fingers through his thick hair, reveling in the way the soft strands felt against her skin. He was large and warm and infinitely arousing. She shivered as he thumbed over a nipple.

“Kiss me,” he asked again, and of course, she couldn’t deny him anything. She kissed his hair, head tilting to the side, and a flash of light caught her eye. Someone else was in the car with them. Her heart rate sped up. Morgan heard, he had to have, because he froze, then rolled over, his thick cock pressing against the soft line of his dress pants. Sparrow swallowed, looking down the line of his body. When she looked up, her eyes stopped at the far end of the car.

Across the seat, another man sat, face shadowed.

“Who are you?” Sparrow asked, breathy with a mix of need and shock. For some reason, her arousal was even worse now. She bit her lip, trying to control it, but it spiraled out of her grasp.

“Who are you?” Morgan rasped, the rough tone of his voice telling her that he was near the edge and just as desperate as she was. She glanced at him, startled to find him clenching his fists. She could tell he liked what he saw. Liked the long, muscular thighs and shadowed contours of the strange man’s chest. Sparrow held her breath, waiting for the answer.

*****

Tango Trio

Tango Trio is on sale at BookStrand right now as a Retro Release. Do you like shifters? This is the shifter novel for the series. It has bonding, telepathy, and three people who can shift into big cats:

Tessa never expects to dream about two gorgeous guys making love to her on the train. She certainly never imagines they might be real men. Or that one of them is her sexy friend Parker and the other their insanely hot dance teacher, Jared. She definitely doesn’t anticipate the three of them bonding and fighting enemies desperate to steal their blood.

If you’d like to try it out, go to BookStrand now and buy it for only $2.99! Don’t worry, you don’t need to have read the other books in the series to enjoy this one.

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