Today I’m taking a snippet from HER WARRIORS’ THREE WISHES (Dante’s Circle 2). For those of you who downloaded the A TASTE OF DECADENCE bundle, this is the second book following DUST OF MY WINGS. I just finished the draft for AN UNLUCKY MOON (Dante’s Circle 3), which comes out Oct 8th.
Jamie wrung her hands together as she stood in the empty cell underneath the coliseum floor. They’d taken her from her men—her men, that was a nice thing to say—and thrown her in this cell. They’d also given her an outfit to fight in.
She rolled her eyes as she looked at what she wore. The leather corset forced her boobs almost to her chin, quite an alarming feat considering she didn’t have the biggest breasts in the world. The tight-fitting torture device stopped right at her belly button and the short leather skirt she wore showed about five inches of stomach and way too much leg. They’d also given her leather boots that laced up to her knees and thankfully didn’t have a heel so she could at least walk—or run, which was likely to be the case.
She looked like a whore.
Caring more about what she wore and how she would move in it made more sense than freaking out about the fact that she was about to die.
Or, at least, fight to live. She just had to figure out a way to get out of the games alive so Balin could take them home.
The thought of home with both Ambrose and Balin made her body stir in an altogether pleasant and heated way, but she pushed that back.
She’d deal later with the whole ideas of a triad and mating, living with two men—if that’s what they did—the reality of her life being nothing like it used to be, and the fact that she was pretty sure she was falling in love with both of them.
Jamie couldn’t deal with that right now. Now, she’d ignore it and bury the feelings until she was back in the human realm, alive and whole. Then everything could come crashing down on her because they hadn’t exactly discussed the future.
Yeah, they’d said some vague things about it, but nothing concrete. And she needed concrete.
Her greatest fear—beyond being eaten alive within the next hour—was that Balin would decide that he was done with them once they escaped hell and had just been using her. Then Ambrose would leave because he was still too in love with his late wife and didn’t want to deal with another loss, so he’d leave before she left him.
As if she’d ever do that.