I literally just chose a number out of thin air for an excerpt this morning. It turned out to be a chapter with some, um, heat to it. I’m not going to share that part, though — why spoil the fun when I could make you wait for it? LOL. Anyway, here’s your excerpt from Chapter 8 of Anika takes the long way home up soul mountain. As always, remember that it’s in super beta mode, which means I make no claims about the decency of the writing or even that this excerpt will make it into the final cut of the book.
Her brow furrows and she sticks out a bottom lip. “Don’t be so violent, Ani. He can’t help being ignorant.”
“I was only kidding, Jen.”
Her lips twitch into a smile. “Halfway. If I’d said ‘yes, I want you to beat him up,’ I bet you would’ve.”
I press a kiss onto her forehead, taking in her smell of laundry detergent and flower-scented lotion. “Only because I’d do anything you wanted me to do,” I say.
She nestles down against my chest, using the hand that’s not pinned between us to trace a whisper of a line down my neck. “How did I get so lucky to meet my soulmate when I was just seventeen?” she murmurs. “Most people spend their whole lives looking for their soulmate, travel the whole globe looking for them, and all I had to do was register for trigonometry.”
I keep my face carefully blank, but my heart is thudding hard against my ribs. This is the first time I’ve ever heard her say something like “soulmate,” and what the fuck are you supposed to say when someone springs that kind of shit on you without any warning? We’d already said “I love you” to each other a couple months ago, but somehow, “soulmate” feels like a whole new level.
I kiss her gently again, first on the corner of her tiny, dainty, perfect mouth, then brushing my lips against hers, letting our tongues find their way to each other.
When she pulls away, I clear my throat and say, “I think you’re my soulmate, too, Jen.”