"The beauty of the scene that met Angela snatched her breath. Twinkling fairy lights blanketed the walls and ceiling around the white-shrouded bed, creating an ethereal space suspended between heaven and earth. 'LEDs,' Harry explained as he gently lowered her onto the white down-feather comforter. 'Light-emitting diodes. They consume a fraction of the energy of regular lights.'"
"An awakening that burned a trail of fire from her chest to the juncture of her legs, making her aware that the area between her legs was alive--its innocent slumber was shattered by a frantic, quivering pulse. Alive and tingling with anticipation for she knew not what."
"She was glad for that, glad to see that he was human, after all, because she'd had at least two beers too many and found herself dizzily elevating him to the status of a god. A long-tongued chameleon sex god."
All content is the property of Uncle Walter and Rotten Romance. Nothing may be copied or reused without express written consent unless Uncle Walter or the Rotten Romance site is clearly credited as the source (as in reblogging). Please email Uncle Walter for permission or with any questions.