Hannah McBride has been many things in her life - a manager, a clinical research coordinator, a dreamer, a makeup brand ambassador, an event coordinator, a blogger, and more. But at heart, she's always been a writer, and in 2020 she decided to make it official with her first release, SANCTUM.
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Teaser #1:
Strong hands slid around my waist, pulling me against a hard chest. The body behind me fell into step with my body as I danced, fitting us together like two pieces of a puzzle.
Remy.
I inhaled deeply, relaxing against him. His steady heartbeat thumped against my back as his large hands settled low on my hips.
“Having fun?” I could feel the words rumble from his chest, hear the smile in his voice.
“More fun now,” I admitted truthfully, lifting an arm and looping it around his neck, keeping his mouth close to my ear.
His lips grazed the side of my throat. A full body shiver rippled through me as I pulled him closer.
“When can we leave?” he asked, his voice definitely huskier. He rocked his hips into mine, and it was all I could do not to grab his hand and drag him out of the room now.
“Soon,” I managed to get out. His hips rolled against my ass again. I swallowed audibly. “Definitely soon.”
Remy spun me around in his arms so fast I almost lost my footing. He steadied me with sure hands, his full mouth lifting into a soft smile that almost made my knees buckle again. The white of his thin henley was a vivid contrast to his tanned skin.
I wound my arms around his neck, pressing my chest to his, arching into his touch. His hands slid down my hips slowly, his eyes on mine the whole time, gauging me for any reaction.
My eyes slid shut as his hands slid into the back pockets of my jeans, and he pulled me closer by sliding a thigh between mine. His hands squeezed my ass through the denim.
Holy shit.
“This okay?” he asked softly.
My eyes snapped open, and I nodded so fast I probably looked like a bobble head doll.
His eyes glittered. “Good.”
I tilted my head up, not giving a damn that Katy was still dancing near us or that we were in the middle of a group of people.
I wanted his mouth on mine now.
Teaser #2:
Mom pushed the door open a little more and glanced down at her watch. “Want me to call Zoe and see if she can cover me?”
Mom was supposed to open the cafe at six, and it was after five now. Calling Zoe meant things definitely wouldn’t open on time, plus Zoe was pregnant and needed her rest.
“No, don’t do that. I’m fine.”
“I’ll be home by dinner,” she offered with a smile. “If you’re bored, you can always come hang out at the cafe.”
I smiled at that. “Thanks. I think I’ll call Larkin when it’s not the buttcrack of dawn. I’ll hang out with her and Katy.”
Mom nodded, her ponytail bobbing. “Sounds good, honey. Call me and let me know if you’re going out, though, okay?”
“I will,” I promised.
She started to close the door. “And try to get some sleep.”
I couldn’t suppress my yawn. “I’ll try.”
She closed my door, and I listened to her footsteps fade as the walked down the hall. A few minutes later the front door opened and closed.
With a groan, I rolled onto my side, my back to the door.
God, I wanted to sleep. I wanted to escape into that nothingness void where time flew by.
I pulled the collar of my shirt up over my nose and inhaled deeply, letting the scent of Remy calm me.
I had grabbed his shirt on a whim when I packed and pulled it on last night before I climbed into bed. If I couldn’t sleep with him, at least I could keep his scent with me.
My wolf sighed a rumble of approval, both of our frayed nerves calmed by the familiar scent of pine and earth.
I forced my eyes to close, blanking out my mind to try and find sleep yet again. I pulled the flannel sheets and comforter around my shoulders, burrowing into the little cocoon I created in my bed.
My bedroom door opened behind me.
“What did you forget?” I asked Mom, not bothering to roll over now that I found a comfortable position.
Maybe I would actually fall asleep.
The bed dipped as she sat down next to me.
I rolled over. “Mom, seriously, I’m fi-”
The words died, my eyes going wide as my jaw dropped.
Remy arched his brows down at me, a teasing smile on his lips.
“Definitely not your mom, babe,” he told me with a smirk as he reached out and traced the bridge of my nose with a calloused finger.
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