“Why? You want it. I want it.”
“You’re wrong.”
He leaned closer, his warm, minty breath fanning her mouth. “We’ve been sniffing at each other going on seven years now, shug. Foreplay only lasts so long before you gotta give in and scratch that itch.”
She swallowed with some difficulty before arching her eyebrows in haughty dismissal. His smile cocky, Logan pivoted and strode from the room. Her body trembling, she slumped deeper into her seat. The envelope caught her eye. Blowing out a heavy exhale, she ripped open the flap and extracted the single sheet of paper tucked inside.
Your seven years is almost up. Collection is expected in full.
Two sentences. That’s all it took to sum up the price tag on her life.
Yeah. Fucking ironic.
About the Author
At the ripe age of seven, Jodi Redford penned her first epic, complete with stick figure illustrations. Sadly, her drawing skills haven’t improved much, but her love of fantasy worlds never went away. These days she writes about fairies, ghosts and other supernatural creatures, only with considerably more heat.
She has won numerous contests, including The Golden Pen and Launching a Star.
When not writing or working the day job, she enjoys gardening and way too many reality television shows.
Currently residing in Michigan with her husband and overgrown lapdog, she is a member of RWA national and Greater Detroit Romance Writers of America.
She loves to hear from readers. You can email her at jodiredford@jodiredford.com and visit her online at www.jodiredford.com.