#Tidbit #Tuesday: Until Her Snippet

#Tidbit #Tuesday: Until Her Snippet

This is a tiny snippet from Until Her. This is from Anna’s perspective and she’s in a state where she’s aware, but isn’t aware to those around her. (If that makes sense) 🙂

I can feel softness. Warmth. Everything around me is calm. I think I can even hear music, but I’m not sure. There is some sort of wild cry in the background. I want to open my own eyes and see what’s making those noises, but my eyes are heavy. Too heavy. The sound gets louder, closer. I’m not scared. Somehow, I know I’m safe. Something feather-soft tickles my face, then down my arm and over my leg. This happens several times. Each stroke lulls me. Pulls me toward a place I know I need to go, but am too afraid to go back to. What if everything changes? What if they’ve all moved on? What if he’s moved on? Who is he, and why can’t I remember his name? How long have I been here?


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Tidbit Tuesday: Until Her Snippet #Anna & #Jackson

Tidbit Tuesday: Until Her Snippet #Anna & #Jackson

Happy Tuesday All! Sharing a scene from my upcoming, Southern Contemporary, Until Her.


This is a scene were Jackson and Anna are just now seeing each other after he’s been away. I don’t want to give too much away, but it’s obvious, Anna isn’t dead right… Right! So here they are in all their hotness…

Instagram Post“You gonna stare at me, Annabelle, or come and give me some sugar?”

“Sugar is what you want?” I joke.

“Yeah.” His voice drops an octave, and I swear I can feel it down to that place inside that’s severely neglected. He doesn’t move, and neither do I.

“Come here, Anna.”

“Oh, boy,” Joey whispers. Then adds, “Treat and I are taking Ava to dinner and then out to the movies. We’ll be back in a few hours.”

Just like that, it’s just him and me.

Everything gets quiet. Too quiet. I can feel the blood rushing through my veins, and my chest is doing its best to contain my rampant heartbeat. The intensity in Jackson’s stare has increased the temperature in the room, but it has also removed what little oxygen is left.

I can’t move.

Somehow—I swear it’s almost magical—I’m now standing in front of him. When had he gotten so close? Or had it been me who moved? I stare up into molten gold eyes that caress every inch of my face. Neither of us speaks. It’s not necessary.

I hope we don’t speak for hours.