Showing posts with label Anne Lange. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Anne Lange. Show all posts

Saturday, August 29, 2015

**Spotlight** Wicked Indulgence by Anne Lange

 I am very pleased to welcome back Anne Lange to my blog, featuring her newest sexy release Wicked Indulgence from her super hot and award-winning Vault series. 



Title: Wicked Indulgence
Series Title: The Vault Series: Friends and More, Book 2
Author: Anne Lange
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotic, Ménage, Light BDSM
Heat Level:  Scorching - Sexy, creative and hot, almost anything goes - not for shy readers





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Blurb
Two men. One woman. How wonderful wicked can be.

Jamie prefers one-night stands to the risk of hurting someone he loves. He's not willing to repeat the past. Years ago his naïve attempts at Dominance left his girlfriend bruised and frightened, and she mysteriously left town rather than show her face around him again.

Daniel wants something more. He hopes that one day he and Jamie will find that perfect woman to share forever. As members of the prestigious BDSM club known as The Vault and co-owners in a veterinary clinic, he never thought she'd walk through their door. Or ask for his best friend.

Melissa has done everything she can to protect the only man she's ever loved. Finally rid of her abusive ex, she's living on her own terms. Only she never counted on Daniel, a man who ignites enough sizzle in her body to compete with her passion for her first love, Jamie. And in order for them to be happy, she needs to find a way to put the past, and the people who won't remain there, behind her for good…and convince Jamie that he was never the monster he thought himself to be…


Reader discretion: contains spanking, bondage, voyeurism, sex club, m/f/m ménage romance elements


 Excerpt
Striding forward as if she knew exactly where she was going, Melissa entered the hallway. Several doors opened off each side, and people had gathered around a few of them, their attention trained on whatever was happening inside. She moved forward, pausing at the first doorway to peek in, but even on tiptoe she was too short to see over the crowd. Eventually a couple in front of her shifted their stance, and she managed to sneak a peek between their leather-clad bodies.
She stifled a gasp. A raised platform was centered in the room that held a large mattress covered in a plain white sheet. On the mattress were two women and one man. The man, who appeared to be about forty-five, lay flat on his back. One of the women, a busty brunette with a butterfly clip in her hair, straddled his chest on all fours, letting her big breasts dangle over his flushed face. They were huge compared to Melissa’s own small handfuls, and the man had captured both and squeezed them together. He tongued and sucked on her nipples, switching back and forth between the two. Above him, the woman’s back was bowed, her neck stretched long as she tilted her face up, squeezed her eyes closed and held her bottom lip between her teeth.
The other woman, a pixie of a thing with a matching haircut and long, dangly earrings gripped his cock in a tight fist while she bobbed her head, stroking her hand up and down to meet the movement of her mouth. The guy thrust his hips up in time with her downward motions. Between the slurping and the groaning and moaning going on in that room, it was only a matter of minutes before at least two of them managed to snag the stars they were reaching for.
A group of people lined one of the walls watching, and few others stood cuddling and petting their partners while their eyes were glued to the scene in front of them.
Melissa decided to move on. She could definitely see how watching stuff like this could turn someone on, but she was on the hunt for a specific person and she needed to find him before one of her watchdogs discovered she was here and hunted her down.
She continued to the next room, which contained two women, one of them leaning over a bench while the other spanked her with a paddle. The one on the bench was stark naked, her blond hair gathered in a ponytail that hung down the right side of her face. The redhead doing the spanking wore the slimmest stiletto boots Melissa had ever seen. She had partnered it with a pair of black leather boy-cut panties and a black with purple trimmed bustier. Dark coal liner rimmed her jade green eyes and a slash of red lipstick stained her cheeks.
Since that scene didn’t do anything for her—and frankly, the redheaded woman scared the crap out of her—Melissa decided to keep going. A large crowd seemed to have gathered at the next room and there seemed to be a fair amount of grunts coming from in there. Melissa strode in that direction while trying not to draw too much attention to herself.
When she got to the door, she had to push past two other couples and a big burly dude with a shaved head, wearing a dark suit with a red tie. The seams of his jacket looked like they might burst with teeniest flex of his muscles and the tie looked like it was strangling him. He was handsome as hell, as were many of the men here, but he wasn’t the man she was looking for. He gave her a questioning look, then looked over her shoulder and around.
“Are you here with anybody, miss?” He kept his voice low to avoid interrupting the show
“Ah…”
He turned, fully blocking her path as well as her view. Damn it. Behind him, a whistling sound wailed through the air, followed by the sharp sting of leather against flesh. A low grunt came next, with a long moan in its wake.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”
“Um, no, I’m new. Tonight’s my first night.” Crap. If she didn’t get past this guy soon, Kyle or Gabe would be sure to find her. And then she’d be in trouble.
“I don’t recall Mr. McBride telling me there would be any newbies tonight.”
Melissa tried her best for contrite. “I’m sure it was simply an oversight.” They were going to kill her.
He snorted. “Have you met Mr. McBride? There’s no such thing as oversight.”
He had that right. Unfortunately she knew Mr. McBride well. Didn’t matter which one he was actually referring to.
“Look, I’m sorry, but until I speak with one of the boss men, I don’t know who you are or how much freedom you’re supposed to have around here. So you’ll need to—”
“She’s with me.”
Melissa closed her eyes as those three words surrounded her. Sadly, she couldn’t do anything about the sizzling effect this voice had on her blood. Or the way it played havoc with her senses, her pussy, and her nipples.
She had wanted to find him, but not like this.
“Master James.”





Author Bio
Shoes are her addiction, but books are her passion.  Anne Lange grew up with a love for reading. If you take a close look, she’s got either a book, her Kindle or her Kobo nearby at all times. You know, just in case there’s time to sneak in a chapter or ten.  Anne reads many genres of romance, but prefers to write sexy stories, often with a dash of humor, and usually with a side of those sinful pleasures your mom never told you about.  And always with a happily ever after. 

While embarking on this wild journey of becoming a romance author, Anne juggles a full time job and a family. Though not always successfully. Who needs a clean house every day?  And what’s wrong with cereal for dinner? She lives in Ontario, Canada with her wonderfully supportive husband, three awesome kids who are growing up way too fast, and the family pets, Rocky the bearded dragon and Lily the chocolate lab. 

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Email: Anne_Lange66@yahoo.ca





Sunday, July 19, 2015

Fit To Be Tied? It's time for a party!

OOoh! I'm so excited. *squee*


Get your e-readers charged everyone. Felicity Kates' (that's me!) latest book, Fit To Be Tied, the long awaited sequel to Steam Bunny is here! To celebrate she's having a party on July 31 and giving away copies of her book. So stop in at the party for a chance to win awesome prizes and schmooze with some of your favorite authors who will be there too: Shehanne Moore, Anne Lange, Renea Mason, Zara Cox and Rissa Blakeley. The party link is here: Whoohoo party time!

And here's what the new book is all about:

Fit To Be Tied 


Release date: July 31, 2015
Series: Little Miss Kick-Ass, book #2, standalone sequel to Steam Bunny and Super-Sex Me. (no cliffhangers)
Genre: Erotic paranormal romance.
Tags: billionaire, sex god, Viking, alpha hero, urban fantasy, ghost
Length: 40,000 words approx. (novella)
Heat level: High (like as in scorching)
Content warning: contains voyeurism, light ménage, explicit sex scenes, graphic language, profanity, may trigger readers sensitive to miscarriage.







Blurb:

He was the bad guy in Steam Bunny. The superhero lover in Super-Sex Me. Now find out what deep dark secrets make Race Lindstrom Fit To Be Tied in the latest erotic romance novella in the Little Miss Kick-Ass series.

1 Viking sex god + 1 kick-ass heroine = 130 pages full of hot sex scenes, snappy dialogue and heart-aching romance. Grab a glass of wine, a fan to cool yourself, and a box of tissues. You're going to need it.


From bestselling author, Felicity Kates, the Little Miss Kick-Ass series continues.
Casey’s BFF, Astrid Bitten, takes center stage this time with her nemesis, Race Lindstrom.
Is love written in the stars by the gods, or just a fantasy?

~Astrid~
He's a liar. A manipulative ass. He doesn't deserve a second chance. Yet I can't stop thinking about him and that night we shared in Chicago four weeks ago. He dominates my dreams, making me want him more each day. Trapped with him at an Ice Hotel in Sweden, do I have a hope in hell of resisting him? Maybe not, but I'll kick his ass if he ever calls me his goddess again.

~Race~
She's the love of my life, my dream, the goddess I've been waiting an eternity for. I know she hates me for the deceptive life I've led, but I want to give her everything she's ever craved, fill each second of her life with bliss. But...trapped for a weekend in the place where my life went to hell, how can I avoid the nightmare that haunts me? Not to mention the ass-kicking Astrid will give me when she discovers the darkest secret of my past.



Steamy excerpt (readers 18+):

“I never lied to you,” I say with as much conviction as I can put into my voice without resorting to using my unique gift in persuasion. If she’s going to trust me, she needs to do so on her own.
“No? So sleeping with me to get a deal with my best friend was what? Honest business?” Her eyes flash with anger as she speaks in hushed tones. “You used me, Race. Just like you’re using me now for this stupid reality TV show. If I didn’t love Casey and Lucas so much, there’s no way in hell I’d ever be here as part of this wedding crap. So just shove it with your games and your lies.”
Crossing her arms over her chest, she settles back against her seat and resumes looking out her window.
So edgy and untrusting. Not that I can blame her, but damn. How can I explain to her any differently than the few hundred times I’ve already tried? What will it take to get her to understand, without using my gods-given gift of influence, that meeting her at that Fan Expo convention changed my life forever?
Yes, I went there for business. Yes, my intention was to swindle a deal. And, yes, I set out to do so by compromising the fiery relationship between Lucas and Casey. But it wasn’t the Buxom Bunny who caught my eye.
Maybe I should have ignored my attraction for Astrid and kept on walking by. Saved us from the pain we’re experiencing now by keeping everything strictly business. But being around her eased the lonely ache, even as it twisted it with memories best left buried. And I couldn’t deny the startling realization, which imprinted on my body that first intensely erotic night we shared, that maybe, just maybe, the gods have handed me a precious second chance.
I’ll be damned before I’ll let that go, no matter how stubborn she is.
“I fell in love with you.” It’s the honest truth, but the mistake in saying so is obvious the moment the words blurt from my mouth.
“Oh, please,” she scoffs as she stiffens in her chair, clearly offended by the idea. “Don’t start with that bullshit. That’s low, even for you.”
“It’s not bullshit.”
“No?” She presses her fingers to her temples and sucks in a breath, fighting for calm. “Do you even know what love is, Race?” she asks, her patronizing tone loaded with anger as she folds her hands in her lap.
“Yes.”
I’ve felt the pleasure of it burn in my chest, seeming so long ago now, at Charity’s first shy kiss. And I’ve felt the absolute agony of it as the body of my wife grew cold in my arms. The rage and helplessness of knowing, that even with all the unique power I was born with, there was nothing I could do to stop death.
Yes, I have loved. And I vowed never to fall victim to the gut-wrenching insanity again. Yet here I am, more insane than ever, at the mercy of Astrid’s rejection.
White knuckled, her hands grip the armrests as the plane banks toward Kiruna. Out of the corner of my eye, the small city looms large in the window, but if Astrid notices the dazzling view, it doesn’t show. Her nostrils flare, her gaze fixed squarely on me.
“We fucked, Race. You got what you wanted. I learned my lesson. End of story. So stop trying to prove what a con you are. I get it.”
No, she didn’t get it. Not by a long shot.
“Just tell me one thing,” I say and wait for her to stop rolling her eyes and settle her gaze on mine again. “Before you knew my name. When you thought I was just some guy in a costume. How did it feel when we were together?”
Exciting. Beautiful. Alive.
I see the truths we both experienced flash within her eyes before her expression turns hot with shame. She sucks in a breath and blinks, her chin lifting slightly. Wary. Distrustful.
She opened for me so briefly, but the beauty I saw within her stole my heart. My crumpled, damaged heart. Does she think I enjoy feeling this vulnerability? This painful re-awakening?
“It was fun. That was all,” she snaps.
“That wasn’t all.” Not even remotely. One day soon I’ll have to explain the full extent of my secrets to her as I’m certain she must already have questions about her own. But first, she needs to trust me. “Now who’s lying, Astrid?” I can’t help prodding.
She felt the recognition in her soul. I saw it in her eyes and smile when she looked at me the moment we met at the convention. I saw it in her dreams while she slept beside me that one precious night we shared.
Before the so-called truth of my narcissistic business identity intruded, and the callous shell I worked so hard to build out of my loss and pain came back to bite me. Hard.
Race Lindstrom: professional asshole and womanizer.
The betrayal I knew she would feel as soon as she recognized my name took root with swift, uncompromising fury. She clings to it now as a shield. But it’s a shield I fully intend to crack. Swiftly. And without mercy.
Whether she wants to accept it or not, she is mine.
“Do me a favor, Race? Don’t talk to me for the rest of this trip. Don’t look at me. Don’t touch me. Just leave me the hell alone.”
“I can’t. You were right about one thing, Astrid.” I lick my lips as her own purse in frustration. “I am a selfish bastard. I love you. I want you. And I won’t stop until you are moaning my name with my cock buried deep inside you. Bliss, sweetheart. I’m going to give you bliss or die trying.”


Buy links:
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Other books by Felicity Kates:

Steam Bunny available free on Kindle Unlimited for the summer (or winter depending on which hemisphere you are). 









Super-Sex Me available free on Kindle Unlimited as part of the Just Desserts anthology of sexy bite-sized erotic stories. 






About the Author:

Felicity Kates is a mild-mannered manager by day. At night, she trades in her sensible shoes for stilettos and lets her imagination run wild. Felicity enjoys writing fun, flirty fantasies that combine geek humor with strong characters who have super-sexy desires. She lives off of coffee and dreams and loves to go for walks along the shores of Lake Ontario, taking pictures of whatever catches her eye. A romantic at heart, Felicity is a firm believer in snuggling under blankets and reading a good book to warm up the cold Canadian winters. When not writing, she can most often be found enjoying the quiet company of her husband and son, whom she loves very, very much.
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Tuesday, July 14, 2015

The Final Quarter is here with Anne Lange!

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A quarterback facing the end of his career must come to peace with his past, and accept his present, before he can move on with his future.
Mitch Ryland accomplished what his father said he never would—he made something of himself.
When his wife suggests she’d like to start a family, Mitch is thrown for a loop. He’s never told her about his life before he ended up with his foster parents or his plans never to become a father. So when he’s taken out of the game, his failings from the past come back to haunt him, and Mitch blames his injury on his loss of focus. He’s unprepared for his career as a professional quarterback to be over. Nor is he ready to tell his wife about why football is so important to him. He’d rather put emotional and physical distance between them and focus on getting back in the game.
Serena Ryland has dreamed of becoming a mother. But when she mentions the idea to her husband, he freezes her out and she has no idea why. She’s worried that if they don’t start talking soon, she’ll lose him forever. When he refuses to come home to mend from an injury, she takes matters into her own hands, determined to spend more time with him, hoping to reignite the romance in their relationship. But she’s unprepared for the things she learns on this trip. Her husband has been carrying a few secrets that just might change the outlook of their future.
Reader Advisory: This book contains oral sex in a public environment and light bondage.
Publisher's note: This book is part of a series but can be read as a standalone title.
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Mitch sighed and shifted in his chair. The knee he could handle. Bruised and sore, he’d limp for a few days, but it was his shoulder he worried about most. This was the third time he’d dislocated it. The first official time the team doctor knew about. His fingers itched to massage the joint, but he didn’t dare. No way in hell would he show any sign of weakness. The one thing his father and grandfather had drilled into him from a young age. A lesson he’d learned well. “It’s more than just a simple sprain or a bad bruise, Mitch, and you know it. This is potentially career ending, especially if you don’t do as I’ve instructed. You need to rest it. Whatever you’ve been doing to keep this from us isn’t helping. Today’s proof of that. And it’s not going to get better until you do something about it. And you can’t do something about it until you’re not on the field every day.” Noah took a deep breath, his expression full of compassion. “Apply ice to reduce the swelling three times a day for fifteen to twenty minutes. That shoulder needs to be kept stable. We need the swelling to go down so we can take a good look at it. I want you to wear an arm sling for the next three weeks. “I’ve scheduled an appointment for you three days from now then we’ll have a better idea what we’re dealing with. You’ll probably need to go through some therapy regardless of whether you end up heading down the surgery path or not. With some rest, maybe some therapy, and a light training regiment, we’ll see if there’s been any change.” Panic swept through Mitch. He clenched his hands into fists on his thighs. “And if it doesn’t get better?” “We’ll discuss that when the time comes.” Mitch, well aware of the consequences, filled in the blanks. Surgery. Rehab. Months off the field. If he ended this season on the injury reserve list for next season, he’d miss training camp and wouldn’t be allowed to practice or play until the doctor cleared him. And if he did practice and aggravated the injury, or possibly made it worse, he’d be out for the rest of that season. Or longer. On top of that, he’d have to deal with his standings. Out of play meant his rating would be affected and his stats would tank—and not only his. The team would take a hit as well. He’d disappoint the fans. He’d disappoint his friends and family. He might never be the same afterward. He’d end up a nobody. Just like he’d been told. His football career may already be at the top of the spiral, just waiting for that push to send him off the edge and into the vortex. He’d always compared his life to a house of cards. Painstaking to build, easy to destroy. The king sits perched at the top, but then one slip, one tiny tug or poke on one of those cards and the whole thing would come tumbling down. A tremor now rocked the house beneath his feet.
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Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Little Miss Kick-Ass Interviews Devyn from Sliding Into Home

Today I am very excited to have Devyn Tate visiting from Anne Lange's steamy erotic romance Sliding Into Home!!!!

Welcome, Devyn. Glad you could join us today.


Hi Felicity. Thank you for inviting me. It’s a pleasure to be here. 


Where you from and what is it you do for a living?


Well, I wish I could say that I'm from some warm, exotic location. But no. I’m from a suburb in Minneapolis Minnesota.  So, I’m getting ready for winter to hit. Having my snow tires put on next weekend. And, as for what pays the bills, I write for a local magazine.


We've all hit hard times in our lives. Can you describe one that changed you as a person and who helped you through it?


That would be my best friends, Caroline and Sara, and unfortunately it happened not too long ago. I came from work in the middle of the day to pick up an article I was working on.  I found my fiancé in bed with my boss.  Needless to say, I no longer work for her.  Him, I’m sort of relieved about. But I really liked that job.


How would you describe the perfect guy?


Smart enough not to sleep with his partner’s boss.   Umm.  I want him to be my friend.  He has to like animals and kids.  He’s willing to work hard. And he has a good sense of humor.  Oh, and I’d like him to be taller than me. *grin*  If he can cook and clean the house – bonus!


Your friends signed you up for a blind date. Have you ever gone on one before? Why did you agree to go on this one?


My friends had gotten into the habit of setting me up. For some reason they felt I needed to be in a relationship. Thankfully, this last one is the last one. As to why I went…well, November in Minneapolis sucks. When tempted with a few days in sunny Vegas, I couldn’t resist. And quite honestly, I had planned to ditch the date and spend the days pool side instead.  Didn’t quite work out that way, but that had been the plan.


Vegas is a very exciting place. Have you been there before?



Yes, a couple of times. I love it there. Lots to do. Lots to see. Apparently, lots to drink. *sheepishly rolls eyes*


 I’ve heard mention of a guy named Jack Bishop. Can you tell us about him?


*laughs*  Heard mention have you?  Jack Bishop the professional baseball player? Or Jack Bishop the high school teacher slash coach? Well, he’s tall, dark and handsome, and can throw a mean curve ball--even still today. Unfortunately, not well enough to continue playing in the professional league. But then I am slightly biased on both counts.  Let’s see. He’s a very nice guy. Great with kids. He’s a fantastic kisser. He’s good at other things too, but I won’t go into those. And he has a great, though sometimes warped, sense of humor. 


As a kick-ass heroine, you know what you want and have a strong mind about how to get it. Do you find this gets you into trouble at times?


*holds up one hand and counts off fingers*  Love of my life. Las Vegas. Drunk. Wedding. Drunk. Need I say more?


If you had to choose between sex on a beach or sex in a bed, which would it be?


Bed. Sand in hard to reach and totally comfortable places?  Ah, no thank you.  Besides, I’d be too scared we’d get caught.  

Any advice for ladies out there who are struggling to find their happy ever after?


Good question.  At one time not that long ago, I was certain a HEA was not in the cards for me. But sometimes your future comes from the past.  Or in the form of the past.  Hmm. Profound aren’t I?  


Don’t give up ladies. Your HEA is out there.  I don’t recommend getting drunk to find it though. The next morning sucks big time.  What I do recommend is sitting down and talking to him or her.  Sometimes all is not as it seems.  And sorbet can help  *wink*

Thank you, Felicity for allowing me the opportunity to sit down and chat with you.  Frankly, I needed some time away from Jack. Since we got married, we’ve spent so little time apart; I was in desperate need of some me-space. *checks watch*  But, my time’s probably running out. So I guess I better go.  Take care!

Lol. Take care, Devyn. Thanks again for stopping by today.

Here's a taste of what trouble Devyn gets up to with Jack on the prowl:

~Excerpt ( for 18+ readers only)~

Sliding into Home A New League - Book 1 © 2014 Anne Lange

She felt no pain. Not the physical kind anyway. Here she sat, in an exquisite hotel suite, in Las Vegas, with… Jack. The boy who had left her. But he didn’t resemble a boy anymore. Oh, no. He looked like a man who could do all sorts of naughty things to make her feel wonderful. And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t make the naughty suggestions disappear, so she’d given up about two glasses of wine ago, after he’d announced his intentions.

She pictured herself swinging on a pendulum. She swayed to one side and was reminded of the day he’d left. Wasn’t she worth sticking around for, or at least coming home for? Then she swung the other way and focused on the opportunity in front of her. He’s so fucking sexy. And he’s available. And what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Right? It’s not like it’s forever.

She was getting dizzy. She must be going insane if she was even considering it.

Her nipples stood on alert. Her pussy pulsed. Must be the wine. Her friends had brought her to Las Vegas to have sex. But sex with Jack? A mistake? Oh, yeah. She squirmed on the couch, and with as much nonchalance as possible rubbed her arm over her nipples. She suppressed a groan. Okay, maybe a little bit of pain. The kind only a good hard round of sex could relieve.

Devyn glanced up from where she’d settled into the overstuffed couch after they’d moved back into the suite. She watched Jack, but didn’t really see him as he moved about the room. Instead, she pictured him bending her over the arm of the sofa, while the kaleidoscope of colors from the Strip played across the darkened room. In her daydream, he slipped inside her, his cock rigid, thick, hot—stretching her wide, to the pleasurable edge of painful. He paused to place tender kisses down her spine, before pulling back and plunging hard and fast back into her body—relentless in his endeavor to hear her scream his name.

In her mind, she begged him, repeatedly, to make her come.

“Dev, did you say something?”

Startled, she blinked and looked up at his question. “Ah, no.”




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~Where to find Anne~
Web Site | Facebook | Twitter @Anne_Lange  | | Goodreads  | Pinterest  | Amazon
Email: Anne_Lange66@yahoo.ca


Thanks for stopping by today!
~Felicity

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Snippet Sunday--Tin Heart

Every Sunday, writers from around the globe post a snippet of their work. Here is my entry for today from my Steampunk romance, Tin Heart. It is the unedited beginning of a discussion between Captain Leonidas and Lady Anne where truths are spoken that change the course of  their lives.

Beside the map, a dog-eared copy of Madagascar rested on the writing desk. Defoe? Bah! No doubt she filled her head with romantic ideas of gauzy silks, exotic spices and pirates who wooed adventure with the tip of a blade. The reality of Andovia was somewhat different, however, and he, who’d lived its basest aspects, had no stomach to inform her. Enduring her delight as she ate pastries and tea would be preferable to this discussion.
 “Knowledge is by nature a chancy repast,” he warned. “Sometimes full of sweet revelations. More often fraught with disenchantment.”

Grey eyes held his gaze, steady and clear. “And yet, it’s what I hunger for.”

Leo and Anne have such a turbulent journey ahead of them. It's nice to come back to this point early in the story when the adventure was new and the skies limitless.


Check out  Anne Lange's snippet from her upcoming release, Sliding Into Home.
You can also find more links from participating authors at the Snippet Sunday Facebook page. 
Thanks for stopping by today :) 
~Kate~