Just look at this beautiful cover for DENYING THE WATCHER!
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Read a short excerpt
“This is ridiculous, Galen. Sariel’s turned me into a fucking girl!”
Galen, the damned bastard that he is, just stands in the kitchen and laughs. I mean, really laughs. He’s got tears in his eyes and his stupid face is turning red. I hate him.
“I’m sorry. Oh, bloody hell, who am I kidding? I’m not fucking sorry at all. After all the shit you gave me about Reese, I’m more than happy to watch you languish.”
“I don’t know what to do. It’s been a week since I’ve had her, and I can’t stop thinking about her. Jesus, just the smell of your damn wife’s hand lotion makes me think of Willow.”
Galen’s eyes narrow. “What about my wife?”
“Her fucking lotion smells like juniper.”
“I’m well aware of that.”
“Willow smells like juniper. I get hard every time I smell the damn scent.”
That makes him stop laughing. “Reese?” he calls. She breezes in, that scent carrying with her, and I can’t help my reaction. My cock lengthens as my thoughts land on Willow’s firm tits in my mouth and hands.
“What’s going on?” She’s got the baby strapped to her chest in some kind of flower-patterned carrier.
“Throw away your lotion.”
“Why? I like it.”
He kisses the top of her head and wraps an arm around her. “We’ll get you something new. You know how much I love it when you smell of vanilla, a ghra.”
“I thought you didn’t like it when I smelled like a cookie. You said you didn’t want to spend all day wishing you could eat me.”
He nuzzles her neck, whispering in her ear. Trying to tune them out, I focus on twirling the cigarette I just pulled from my pocket. Reese’s cheeks turn pink as she giggles and swats his hand away. And now I want to puke.
Shoving away from the island, I start toward the door. “Okay, show’s over. Thanks for the chat.”
I’m out of the house and breathing in the fresh air faster than I need to. Technically, I probably don’t need to breathe more than every few minutes, but it’s an important behavior and something people notice. If I sat across from someone who was even remotely observant, they could tell if I wasn’t breathing. Once, on a subway, I’d leaned back, closed my eyes, lost in thought, and forgotten to fake it. A helpful paramedic had started administering CPR before I could stop him. Not the most comfortable way to meet someone.