Deep Surrendering (Episode Three) (8 page)

She was always sexy, but the outfit she’d donned for the club was one of the sexiest I’d seen her in. Instead of the cheap glittery shirts that made girls look like walking disco balls, her top was silky and liquid.

Like moonlight on a rippling pond. It coated her body and clung to her curves. The skirt hugged her hips, and it would be so easy to slip my hand under it in the chaos of the club. No one would know but her.

This woman would be the death of me. It already felt that way. When I saw her, my heart contracted, and I found it hard to breathe.

Putting into words the way I felt about her was almost impossible, but I knew it wasn’t love. Couldn’t be love. It was too soon, she was too sweet, I was too bad for her.

We didn’t live in the same worlds. I couldn’t…

But then she looked at me and smiled and it seemed possible. She asked for my secrets, and I was giving them to her, one by one. Drop by drop, I would drain myself and give everything to her. What would I be left with? I didn’t know.

I couldn’t stay with her. I would leave and then what? Away from her influence, would my feelings change? Would I go back to the clubs? Would she be enough?

We hadn’t talked about what would happen when I left. She was thinking about it. I was thinking about it, but neither of us wanted to taint the moments we had with worries of the future.

The days and hours and minutes with her were slipping through my fingers, and there was nothing I could do about it, short of quitting my job, but my father and grandfather would never allow that to happen. I’d mentioned maybe changing my lifestyle or doing something else before I’d come back to Boston. It hadn’t gone over well, and I would have to do a lot of work to get back in their good graces. That might also include taking Rory out again, not that I would mind. She was a lovely girl, and I had fun with her. She was easy to be around, but she wasn’t Marisol.

When I left, I would leave part of me with her. I didn’t know if I would ever get that part back, or how I would function without it.

I didn’t want her to come to the airport with me. I didn’t want a scene where she stood at the entrance to security and waved to me as I took my shoes off and went through the metal detector. If she came with me, I probably wouldn’t leave, consequences be damned. I’d throw away everything for this girl I’d known less than a month.

I couldn’t let that happen.

And coming June 19

Deep Surrendering

Episode 3

Once again, I’m gonna keep it short and sweet. Thanks go to family, friends, author friends (especially the people of WDDR), bloggers, my editor, my beta reader, my formatter, my publicist and YOU for sticking with this series. Things are about to get a WHOLE lot more interesting.

The Noctalis Chronicles

Nocturnal
 (Book One)

Nightmare
 (Book Two)

Neither
 (Book Three)

Neverend
 (Book Four)

The Whisper Trilogy

Whisper
 (Book One)

Fall and Rise

Deeper We Fall
 (Book One)

Faster We Burn
 (Book Two)

My Favorite Mistake

My Sweetest Escape

(Available from Harlequin)

Surrendering

Sweet Surrendering

Surrendering to Us

Dark Surrendering

For Real

UnWritten

Chelsea M. Cameron is a YA/NA New York Times/USA Today Best Selling author from Maine. Lover of things random and ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world's worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car and tweeting. She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.

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