From the Author
That seems to work for me. I've made a half dozen or so national bestseller lists, won a PRISM award for my sci-fi time-travel, been a finalist in a number of other writing contest and, more currently, I released KNOW WHEN TO RUN to five-star Amazon reviews. So now I'm jumping into yet another genre, paranormal mystery . . . with zombies. Stay tuned for more details.
From the Inside Flap
Ky pulled back, took the tissue from Gabe to dab at her eyes and nose, then sat up."I'm sorry. I don't know what-- I never do this."
"I know." A rivulet of mascara streaked her face, reminding him of one of those heart-wrenching clown dolls. Fresh Kleenex would be better. He grabbed a handful and dabbed at the running mascara. He wanted to put his arms around her, comfort her. Not a good idea. But he had to pull her closer to get off that last dark dab on her cheek. So close he could feel her warm breath on his face, see the red bump on her forehead beneath the makeup she'd used to conceal it.
He touched the bump gently. "You didn't ice it down, did you?" He leaned forward and kissed her injury.
She shook her head. A sob hitched in her throat.
"Ky..." he whispered. He'd meant the kiss to be short and soft, but Ky put her hands behind his head and brought his mouth to hers. "Oh, Gabe," she whispered against his lips. "I've--"
"Ssh, ssh, ssh." He wanted this kiss more than anything. His next move would have to be taking her in to face her crime. In essence, he was her jailor.
But just for this moment, maybe...maybe they could forget.