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The woman’s footsteps were coming closer and her scent… Sweet, wild and…familiar… Knox swiveled around on his stool. “Wrong way, sweethear—” His words died on his tongue.
“Knox,” his boss said, “this is Blaire Darby. Blaire, Knox Boyd.”
Fucking hell. It was like seeing a ghost—a bitter memory come back to torment him because, when it came to his f*cked-up life, the hits…they kept on coming.
— Nov 14, 2020 12:26PM
The woman’s footsteps were coming closer and her scent… Sweet, wild and…familiar… Knox swiveled around on his stool. “Wrong way, sweethear—” His words died on his tongue.
“Knox,” his boss said, “this is Blaire Darby. Blaire, Knox Boyd.”
Fucking hell. It was like seeing a ghost—a bitter memory come back to torment him because, when it came to his f*cked-up life, the hits…they kept on coming.
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This is an update on the writing (not reading) process. Blood Rush is done, turned in, off to the presses. It releases Feb 15.
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— Jan 30, 2021 01:22PM
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The woman was coming Knox's way and the scent of her blood--sweet and wild and downright tantalizing--narrowed his focus and tuned everything else out. He sucked in a breath, then swiveled around on his stool to face her.
“Wrong way, sweethear—”
The words died on his tongue. Here was the incarnation of his dreams, come to torment him. Because—when it came to his f***ed-up life—the hits, they had to keep on coming.
— Dec 13, 2020 06:12AM
“Wrong way, sweethear—”
The words died on his tongue. Here was the incarnation of his dreams, come to torment him. Because—when it came to his f***ed-up life—the hits, they had to keep on coming.
A.S. Green
is 75% done
Coming in January!
Knox Boyd took a swig of strong, black coffee and swished it around like mouthwash before spitting it into the kitchen sink. The sour taste of the woman’s blood was hard to get rid of—but he supposed it was as much as he deserved. A quality woman was beyond his grasp. He’d come to terms with that more than a century ago.
— Dec 03, 2020 04:22AM
Knox Boyd took a swig of strong, black coffee and swished it around like mouthwash before spitting it into the kitchen sink. The sour taste of the woman’s blood was hard to get rid of—but he supposed it was as much as he deserved. A quality woman was beyond his grasp. He’d come to terms with that more than a century ago.
