This Sunday’s snippet comes from my recently published gay paranormal romance, Trails of Love I Crawl Part 2.
Their tongues tangled greedily, urgently, with all the lust for love and life. With all the fear of separation. With all the defiance against the looming spectre of death. And when their lips parted, all what he could breathe was: “Good night, Luci,” where he really meant I love you. But he couldn’t say that for his voice would have broken. But still the trembling answer: “Good night, Philippe,” sounded like the other three words.
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