by Lilia Moon
She stares at the vase in her hands and sighs. “I’m going to be getting all kinds of pictures from kinky people now, aren’t I?”
I lay my fingers over hers. “You might. Adrian owns Tangled in Vancouver.”
Her eyebrows shoot up. “The kink club Rafe and India visit?”
Good for them. Most people thought India would never walk through those doors again. “Yes. I can ask him to keep quiet if you like, but if Evangeline likes what you do, keeping her quiet will be a bit like trying to put a cork in a geyser.” A job Adrian usually greatly enjoys, but pregnancy has limited his options—and fueled her geyser.
Daley laughs. “I could refuse the work.”
My lips quirk. “You could, but if you’re going to do that, don’t look at the photos first.”
“Why not?”
I kiss her wrinkled forehead. “Because even fifteen months pregnant, Evangeline will be as potently sexual as anyone you’ve ever seen, and she knows it.” But she also has a softness she likes to hide, and I know my artist. She won’t be able to resist bringing that out of the confident darkness into the light.
I should know. It’s precisely what she’s doing with me. Wielding her charcoal and her eraser and finding the man who didn’t expect to live in light like this ever again.
I touch the vase in her arms. I’ve a mind to do some artistry of my own again soon. I’m very fond of this particular shade of pink.
Have you read my Fettered series yet? If not, Ari and Quint and the rest of the crew are waiting for you, starting with YIELD.
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NEXT UP: I might have holiday mischief in the sex-toy aisle brewing. In other words, it’s time to get on my email list if you’re not already there. If you can’t follow a link from here, go to liliamoon.com and I’ll get you hooked up.
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xoxo Lilia