I have a fabulous guest who has a Dystopian book out with a brand new – HOT cover. I adore this lady and think you’re going to love this piece! Let’s take a look from the amazing Nicolina Martin.
I AM EVE
I survived the fall of civilization, but I didn’t live… until I met him.
Adam is not a good man. He’s a criminal. A warlord. Someone who takes without asking. He is guarded and cold.
But that’s not all he is. He’s also a father. A leader. A battered soul who refuses to stop fighting.
I’m blind, but I see the real man behind the wounded, world-weary façade, and I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. His touch sets my skin ablaze. He fills my house with laughter and light, and then leaves me with a gift that might bring life to a dying world.
It seems our love can save… everything.
“Who are you, Eve?”
His voice fondles my ear, and when he wraps long, wiry arms around my chest and pulls me to him, the fire returns.
“I just sculpt,” I whisper, acutely aware of every part of him that touches me.
I swallow hard. My breath stutters on the intake. Adam chuckles softly.
“It’s just clay,” I say, my voice faint.
His hands find mine, turn them palms up. His thumb strokes back and forth along the ridged scars. The flames inside rush to where our skin meets, tickling, stinging, teasing and taunting.
“Not in these hands, it isn’t. You make magic happen, girl.”
His strokes become more demanding, rough, pulling at my skin and releasing it. With every scar he touches, memories flare up from when I got them. Every burn. Every cut. Every piece of art I’ve created has left traces on me, and he awakens them all. I’ve poured my life into clay: my fears, my few hopes, the agony this house has lived through, the punishments, laughter, tears, God and the Devil, Mother’s voice, Father’s belt. Everything.
“It’s just earth and water.”
“And you breathe life into it.”
I gasp with the sudden pain when Adam kneads the flesh at the base of my thumb. I have tight knots everywhere. I’m so tense. “Ow.”
He chuckles, then hugs me tighter to him, pushing my hair to one side and resting his cheek against my ear. “Take my scream, and make it yours, Eve. Do your thing,” he whispers.
I nod. My skin is too tight, and I have forgotten how to breathe. My legs feel as if the bones have liquefied. I manage to get up on my feet, then I turn and hold out my hand to him.
Sounds pretty amazing! Thank you for joining me. The purchase link is at the bottom.
Spanks and kisses…