There are some books I write that I love. That from the very first word, I knew it was a book that was going to grab me and pull me along. Devil vs. Angel was not that book!
That’s not what you want to hear, but I’m all about telling the truth here, so I’m admitting it. I never really hit a stretch of time with this book where I could sit down and sink my teeth into it. Through writing and editing, I was pulled in so many different directions, I barely knew which way was up. I’d prefer to write a book, then go back and edit it later. That definitely didn’t happen the way I hoped!
In the end, I love this book. It was one I had to fight for, to make it something I was proud of, and I am. Alvin and Briella were sweet, and Kyle was so much fun to write. I guess all those snow days my kids had paid off with a little inspiration coming out on the page!
Sometimes I think these books are better, because I had to work for them. I had to analyze every word and think about every page. I hate it when I’m going through it, but once it’s over, I know it’s a damn good book because I worked hard to make sure it is. I hope you agree!
Excerpt from Devil vs. Angel
“Alvin,” she breathed, her eyes going wide as her chest rose and fell rapidly.
I skimmed my hand up and down her back and turned her so she was shielded from the road if anyone drove by. I settled my hand on the small of her back and pressed her closer, letting her feel exactly how much I wanted her.
With our gazes locked, I leaned in slowly, savoring every flutter of her breath, every hitch in her chest, every pulse of her need. Her eyelids eased shut, then blinked open. She wanted to watch this as much as I did.
Our lips finally brushed. Still, we watched each other. Her eyes were bright and beautiful, staring into mine as I licked my way into her mouth. Her hands slid up my chest and found their way around my neck. She opened for me, her tentative tongue stroking alongside mine.
I stepped closer, unable to resist pressing against her. She sucked in a sharp breath and her eyes fluttered closed once more. She pried them open, catching my gaze again. I pulsed my tongue into her mouth, then swept it around and stroked slowly against hers. Her entire body trembled.
Her nails sank into my shoulders, urging me on. I had to touch her. To feel her soft skin under my fingertips. I was still cognizant of where we were, but there was a part of me that didn’t give a shit. This woman made me lose my mind. I had a singular purpose, and it centered around what she needed.