Kandi,
Electric Desert Nights #2 by @JewelQuinlan
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#ShortStory #ParanormalRomance #NewRelease
Mya goes to Electric Daisy
Carnival with her friends hoping not only to have the time of her life but also
to take her mind of off her problems. A gnawing hunger has plagued her for
months. But even though she eats, she’s growing dangerously thin, and the doctors
can’t figure out what’s wrong with her. While at the carnival, she runs into
Somer who tells her he’s an incubus and that she’s paranormal as well. Mya
doesn’t believe him, of course. But then when he kisses her, she feels an
enticing heat curl deep within her and something else that makes her change her
mind. Could Somer hold the key to making her well?
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this excerpt:
“Hey
pretty girl, want some kandi?” A rumbling chuckle followed the question.
Mya
musings were abruptly forgotten when she saw the gorgeous guy who’d appeared by
her side. He held a pink beaded bracelet out to her. Oh yeah, kandi. “Um. Sure,” was all she could get out. He had sandy
blond hair and gorgeous green eyes that glowed with good-humor.
Taking
her hand, he slipped the bracelet onto her wrist. It was composed of neon pink
beads, that alternated with pastel pink and, in the center, square white beads
spelled out the word goddess. “Look
at that. It suits you perfectly,” he said. He wore several other brightly
colored beaded bracelets on his forearms. Some had charms on them and others,
like the one he’d given her, had words like dance,
joy, and party strung onto them.
Mya
blinked. The guy was so good-looking he practically glowed with magnetism. She
couldn’t take her eyes off of him, and her skin still tingled from where he’d
touched her. She gave her head a slight shake, trying to snap out of it.
“Thanks. It’s pretty.”
He
leaned in close and his bare chest bumped her arm, sending a rush of heat
through her. “Mind if I hang out with you? I’m Somer.” He stuck his hand out
and she shook it, causing another rush of heat to curl through her. What was it
about him that made her body respond so strongly?
“Um,
I’m Mya. You want to hang out with me?” He was giving her one of those looks
that made her feel suddenly shy.
He
looked amused. “Yeah. Is that okay?”
“Sure.
I guess.” She got caught up in those eyes again and the bright smile. The space
was so packed with people that they were forced to stand close together, only
centimeters apart, near enough to feel the heat of his body and inhale his
scent. It was a mix of warm spicy cologne, shaving gel, and the musty scent of
male. The gnawing hunger in her belly spiked again, and she couldn’t stop
herself from checking him out. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, so there was nothing
to stop her from running her gaze over his wide, firm chest and shoulders.
Lower down his torso tapered into well-toned abdominals. She stopped at the
white mesh shorts and felt disappointment wash over her. Oh, he’s gay.
“You
like my outfit?” he asked.
“Yeah.
It’s…nice.”
“Hey,
we match,” he said, bumping his hip against hers.
She
was wearing a white skirt and cropped tank top and had used some puff paint to
draw flowers on them.
“You’re
gorgeous, by the way,” he said.
His
directness made her blush. “It’s nice of you to say so. I know I’m not really
your type.” She winced and wished she could take back the words as soon as she
said them. They smacked of insecurity. Why had she drunk so much beer?
“What
are you talking about? You’re exactly my type.” He beamed another one of those
smiles at her.
“But
aren’t you…you know…gay?” Her cheeks heated again with embarrassment, and this
time she wanted to kick herself. The alcohol had definitely loosened her
tongue.
“No.”
She
gestured at him with her hand. “But the outfit, the hair…and, you’re way too
good-looking to be straight.”
He
laughed. “Am I?”
She
nodded and returned his smile. It was impossible not to, his charm was
infectious.
“Well,
now you’ve done it,” he said in a mock-dangerous tone.
“What?”
His
green eyes sparkled wickedly down at her. “Forced me to have to prove myself.”
Before
she could figure out what that meant, he pulled her into his arms and kissed
her.
That’s
when everything was turned upside down.
About the Author:
Restless by nature,
Jewel Quinlan is an avid traveler and has visited sixteen countries so far.
Lover of ice cream, dark beer, and red wine she tries to stay fit when she’s
not typing madly on her computer concocting another romance novel. In her spare
time, she likes to do yoga, hike, learn German, and play with her spoiled
Chihuahua, Penny.
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