He whispered across her lips, “Just a kiss.” He bent his head and unkempt locks bronzed by the sun fell over his brow. His breaths seemed to come hard, his attention entirely upon her mouth. “I have not kissed you because, despite what you believe of me, I am a gentleman and you have not invited me to.” His voice was low. The truth was awful-that she wanted him to demand a kiss so she would not be at fault for being kissed by him. A beautiful man’s body, and he stood before her threatening her without even touching her. He was so beautiful-from his wide shoulders and muscular chest to the drawers slung low on his hip bones. “Why don’t you just kiss me?” she blurted. She knew she mustn’t look away from his face, but his attention dipped to her mouth, and yearning curled through her. ” With her feet sunk deep in the sand and the sunlight dancing across his cheek, she felt wretchedly out of control. He had shaved off his piratical whiskers the night before, but now his jaw was again shadowed.Īrabella tugged at her hand and he released it. How he could be so warm when he was nearly naked, she could not fathom. “If you wished distance you might have gone already.” He gripped her fingers with little effort, and his skin was warm. He grasped her hand and pulled her to within inches of his bare chest. 'synopsis' may belong to another edition of this title.She stumbled back and thrust out her hand. And then you'll know why they call me Captain Death. The story of me and my Raiders: Pepper, Catfish, Tony, Jinks, Star.and Jen.

Against the zombies and a far worse enemy. The story of a small town and how we prevailed. But lemme tell you.in a world where folk we thought of as human can pimp out zombies as hookers, you know morality has taken a back seat. We got a whole new system of justice and morality that may jar with some of you liberal types - just ask the rapist who we sent packing. Yep, I've got two wives, I got more guns under my command than you can ever dream about. Hell, what doesn't? The story I'm gonna tell you will shock you, may even terrify you. Small towns are easier to defend - from the zombies, if not the other enemies. That was when we realised that growing up in a small town gave us an advantage you folks didn't have. You think you knew all about us small-town folk, didn't you? Laughed at us bushwhackers, your poor country cousins out in the sticks. 'You're either dead and chompin' or alive and hidin'.' In Snareville, neither is an option.

Snareville II by David Youngquist