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About the author:
S.R. McKade has always made up stories in her mind ever since she was a child. She has her own world, where her characters live and breathe. She loves reading and will try practically any genre in either fiction or non-fiction, though she has a soft spot for funny romances and paranormal. Addicted to chocolate, she needs a constant fix to feel human. She firmly believes that being able to spin a story, the effort and love that goes into it, is a miracle in itself.
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to share Skye and Cian’s story
Here is a short sample from the book:
Skye could feel a blush rise up her cheeks. Why didn’t he say anything? Why was he staring at her like that? Like she was his favorite cake and ice cream all wrapped up in one giant dessert. Her face turned redder. What was she thinking?
“Aren’t we going to be late?” she blurted out, not knowing how to break this pregnant silence between them.
A slow, enigmatic smile on his face, Cian stepped forward and closed the door with one foot. He advanced slowly towards her, like a stalking panther.
Skye backed away warily. What was the matter with him? He was acting weird.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going to kiss you.” His voice had deepened, become huskier.
What? “You don’t have to do that,” Skye told him a bit desperately, still backing away.
“Oh, but I do.”
“No, you don’t.”
Then there was nowhere to go as her back hit the breakfast counter. Her hands shot out to clutch at it, confirming she was indeed trapped. Panic flared inside her as he moved in, his hands behind his back and lowered his head. No, no, no, no… . . .
Skye’s thoughts scattered as his mouth covered hers. A sigh slipped past her as he simply took her away. She felt as if her heart soared and sang the melody to some unnamed song that filled her entire being with light. A light that blasted past her shields and left her defenseless to this assault on her senses, on her soul.