Here’s the excerpt I said I’d post around the end of the week. 🙂
With a frustrated sigh, she tried to push herself out of the chair, not an easy feat given the dress and the spiked heels. Finally she made it to her feet and took off toward the dance floor where the guests were now slow dancing to an old Eric Clapton tune, eager to get as far away from Ethan as she could. Maybe she could lose him
in the throng of revelers crowded around the hors d’oeuvre table and sneak out the side door.
“Where are you going?” he asked, chasing after her.
“I need to get out of here. Away from all this. Away from you.”
He grabbed her arm and pulled her to a stop. “Stop. I love you, Janey.”
She swallowed hard. Despite everything, she loved him too but that didn’t mean she had to be nice. “Don’t call me that. And having a husband doesn’t count if he isn’t human.”
Everyone in the nearby vicinity turned and stared, gaping and blinking their eyes. Had she really said that so loudly? Crap. This was so not what she needed right now. “You certainly don’t act human,” she said to cover her slip. “Being such a liar and all.”
She tried to get away but Ethan was too quick for her. He tugged her arm, pulling her away from the crowd and down a quiet hall just past the dance floor. She kicked and struggled but it was no use. He wouldn’t let go.
“Where do you think you’re taking me?” she asked, digging her heels into the carpet so hard one of them snapped off. Cheap shoes. “Damn it. Stop. My heel broke.”
In answer, he pushed her up against the wall and kissed her. Hard. His tongue snaked into her mouth, thrusting against hers in a show of possession. Jane tried to school her reaction but she couldn’t help it. Being this close to Ethan made her knees weak. Almost of their own volition her arms came up, wrapping around his neck. Her fingers tangled in his soft, thick hair. A moan welled in her throat and spilled over. Why did she want to give this up again?
Oh yeah. Calling a vampire and a vampire slayer oil and water was the understatement of the year. She couldn’t stay married to him. It would never work.
So why was she hoping with everything she had that it would?
When he broke the kiss, she opened her mouth to tell him off for being so presumptuous but he shook his head.
“I’m sorry, Jane.”
“About kissing me?” How could he regret it so soon?
He brought his hand to the side of her neck and squeezed. “No. About this.”
Those were the last words she heard before she blacked out.