This is a moody excerpt, deep in Sutton’s head. It’s a partial scene, just a clip, and it’s one of my favorite scenes with Sutton. It’s unedited, right from my manuscript. Carla is inside Sutton’s house, doing something he considers dangerous, and he’s outside, trying to stay as far away from her, while making sure she’s safe.
Copyright Jennifer Lyon 2009.
In Stores October 27, 2009
He’d been alone since he was seventeen.
He watched as another wave swelled and lifted higher and higher, then broke. Like the curse inside him that was swelling and unfurling more each day.
When would he break?
His uncle had been thirty-one when he broke. His dad had been thirty-seven when he knew he was on the verge of breaking and ended his own life in a fiery plane crash.
Sutton was thirty-two.
He closed his eyes, trying to draw in the tang of the ocean and wash out his memories.
Instead she filled his mind. Carla. Long white-blond hair, searing eyes with the colors of green, yellow and brown, her incredible body…it was an unendurable torture to want her so badly and know he couldn’t have her.
He dreamed of making love to her, of bringing her to his bed, stripping her of her clothes, looking, touching and tasting his fill. Then filling her with his cock, joining with her as deep as she could take him. Her sweet moans making his balls ache…
Then her screams ripped the dream into a nightmare. He saw the silver knife stabbing her, butchering her.
It was his knife, Sutton was sure of it. He was going rogue, inch by inch, day by day. The nightmare of killing her was becoming more frequent, more violent, until he’d awoken, covered in sweat and the gut cramping fear that he’d killed her.
His dad had known when he’d broken, when the curse had him, and he’d done the right thing.
Sutton knew Carla was the witch who could break him.
How much longer before he broke completely? Not yet, not today, he decided. Not as long as he still cared that she was putting herself in danger from the rogues by hypnotizing the woman who’d shot him.
Not today, but tomorrow? He didn’t know.