Next Thursday, December 17, Slaying Shadows, the fourth book in my Translucent series, comes out! If you haven't checked out this series yet, you can do so here! Because I'm so freaking excited to share this book with you, I thought I'd give you one final teaser to hold you over for the next week! Are you ready?
Slaying Shadows, Teaser #2
The plan was simple: pretend to be Emory’s girlfriend for an afternoon and wheedle out her secrets from him directly, since he had spent the most time around her and knew her better than anybody. Even Megan.
But that meant I had to be edgy, because apparently my doppelgänger was edgy.
I could be edgy.
I could so be edgy.
Breathing fast, I veered into the history wing and put on my game face—glaring eyes, flared nostrils, pursed lips . . .
You’re about to impersonate his lover, Leona, not shank a bitch.
I let off on my game face but kept the heated stare.
Mr. Delaney’s open doorway came into view, grumpy seniors filing inside . . . and then him—one arm braced against the wall, triceps popping out of a tight T-shirt, letterman jacket slung over one shoulder, sneaking the last hit of a cigarette behind his friends literally right in front of a teacher.
My stomach did a nervous somersault.
“Emory,” I called. “I mean . . . babe.” The word felt awkward on my tongue, and instant heat rushed to my cheeks.
But he was such a babe.
He glanced up, and his smoldering eyes found mine and stayed there.
I returned the smolder and walked right up to him, vaguely aware of parting the circle of senior jocks around him. They rolled their eyes and left us alone, muttering something about us. Emory straightened up, took a final drag, and flicked the butt after them.
I folded my arms and leaned against the wall, biting my lower lip to stop it from trembling. “Ditch your last class and hang out with me,” I ordered.
See, I can be edgy.
He swiveled his body over mine, pinning me against the wall, and suddenly he was way too close. My heart jittered and skipped a beat, and instantly, heat ran down my front like liquid. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think . . . oh God, how did the other me pull this off?
“What’s the magic word?” His voice broke into my reverie.
“Rhododendron.” Somehow, I managed to keep my voice even and not betray my nervousness. I locked eyes with him, keeping up the act. “Ditch your class. Hang out with me. It’s not a question.”
“No can do. We got a test today.”
“Do I look like I care?” I shot for sexy, missed, and hit plain rude instead. “Come on, are you scared?”
I hardly cared at this point, already drunk off some heady combination of nerves and danger.
“What’s in it for me?” he said.
“The pleasure of my company and, uh . . . a back massage . . . maybe . . . if you behave yourself.” I cringed at my words, blushing even hotter.
The corner of his mouth twitched up. “A back massage, huh? You know, now that you mention it, my shoulder is kind of sore—” he rolled his shoulder back, clearly faking it, “ooh, yeah—and my dad’s not home today . . .”
Oh boy, what was I getting myself into?
“. . . but there’s still the issue of the test,” he continued, “and the fact that you’re asking me to ditch school, which is against the rules, as you know . . . All I’m saying is this better be the best damn massage—”
“I said if you behave yourself.” What does that even mean, Leona? Why do you keep saying that?
“And if I don’t?” He cocked an eyebrow, eyes twinkling.
“Then, uh . . . you have to give me a back massage,” I dared, doing all I could to not lose our staring contest. Oh God, why did I just say that?
“Challenge accepted,” he blurted before I could take it back, and he broke into a knowing smirk like he’d gotten the better end of a deal. Which he very likely had.
I had the bad feeling that “back massage” was actually code for sex and I had just seriously overpromised.
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