CHANCE IS LIVE! Let’s celebrate with another look at Chance and his new lady friend…
The hall they were walking down was boring and he soon turned his attention back to the delectable sway of the pink-haired woman’s hips. Hmm. He needed a name to go along with that sass. He wanted to know what he’d be groaning in ecstasy soon.
So he did what any respectable ghost would do when he was looking to score. He asked.
“My name’s Chance. What’s yours?”
He found he liked the shortness of her hair. He learned more from the back of her neck than he did from her expressions. At his words, the little hairs stood up again, just like they had when he’d touched her.
The look she shot over her shoulder, however, was sour. Which he assumed meant she was trying awfully hard to ignore the simmering sexual chemistry they shared.
[show-book title=”Ghost of a Chance”]
Make sure you visit Christi to see what she’s sharing from her WIP… Christi Snow.
Until next week!
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