Sandra Jones
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An excerpt from WISH FOR THE MOON:

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     “Rannulf may have let you in, but I guarantee

he’s just outside the door listening.

He’s listening for you to sound the alarm, for

furniture to fly. I am...infamous.”

      “That’s ridiculous. Rannulf’s probably back in

his own quarters by now. Why would I raise such

a ruckus?”

     Matthias’s hand tightened on hers. “Care to

test me?”

     Carrie figured he’d meant his notion about

the eavesdropping knight, but for some reason

the way he’d said it, voice all deep and gravelly,

she conjured up intriguing images of her testing

him. All of him.

      The stone walls were thick. You had to be

right by the door to hear raised voices within. She

could sing at the top of her lungs and

probably nobody would hear to come ask what

the racket was.

      “If I kissed you...would you scream?” he

whispered.

      “Of course I wouldn’t.” Oh, she hadn’t meant

to sound as if she welcomed another kiss. Which

she just might...”I mean, kissing you isn’t exactly

frightening. Right now, you’re paranoid and

drunk, but you’re not a beast. I’m not afraid of

you, and nobody thinks you’re going to hurt me. I

certainly don’t.”

     He pressed her palm to his lips for a warm

kiss and then placed her hand just above his

heart. Butterflies danced in her stomach at the

sensation of his skin beneath hers. His chest rose

and fell on deep breaths. He stroked his knuckles

along the sensitive skin of her inner arm,

outstretched toward him. Awareness spurred the

blood in her veins to quicken under his motion.


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