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About the author:
Sky Corgan is a USA Today bestselling author. She lives in Texas where the sun is hot and the men are hotter. When she's not typing away at her next steamy romance novel, she enjoys hanging out with friends and planning vacations.
What inspired you to write your book?
I was inspired to write this book after watching Disney's new live-action Beauty and the Beast.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I crawl to the side of his mattress, lifting the edge of the pillow with my fingertips and trying to peek under it. As if sensing me, he rolls over. My breath stills, my eyes going wide waiting for him to wake up and notice me. He doesn't. He simply flips onto his back and starts snoring, his head edging closer to where I'm crouched down, keeping me from lifting the pillow further.
I stay like a statue for several seconds and then exhale in a whoosh when I realize I haven't woken him, my entire body relaxing. While I didn't see if there was a gun under the pillow, I did accomplish something else.
My eyes trail down his body to his pocket, now perfectly accessible. I scoot over a bit so that I can get to it more easily, my hands hesitantly moving towards his pants. It would be best if I carefully pried the pocket open before reaching into it. That way I can pull the keys out without them catching on the material and tugging. Hopefully, he won't feel a thing.
I touch the thick material of Beast's jeans and slowly start to curl my fingers into his pocket. Before I even know what's going on, I'm flung onto my back, the wind knocked out of me, a hard body on top of mine. My wrists are being pressed into the bed. I open my eyes into glimmering darkness, a look so feral it causes a tremor of fear to race through me. My lips tremble as I gaze up into Beast's angry expression. My God, does he ever look hot. I try to stifle the inner shuddering that's reaching my core. I should be afraid, but instead, I'm aroused. I've had fantasies about things like this before—dark yearnings I'd never tell anyone.
“What are you doing?” His voice is just as rough as he is. All rugged and masculine and sexy. I thought it was sexy the first time I heard it. But it didn't do things to me like it is now.