This is part of the book blog tour for The Scent of a Soul by Jennifer Thompson, organized by Shane at Itching for Books.
Fleeing her recent past, Lilliah Woods finds refuge in the anonymity of the present day inner-city slums. As she settles into the seedy apartment she must now call home, she meets mysterious Marek Jamison when he materializes in her doorway demanding to know who she is. From that moment, he becomes a guardian and guide as she gradually discovers his hidden world.
As their relationship develops, Lilliah learns of Marek’s dark past and of a brothers’ quarrel he has been embroiled in for years. The quarrel turns into a larger battle of good and evil, liberty versus tyranny, and the separation of love and lust.
With Lilliah as the ultimate prize, the deadly conflict reaches out to threaten her family, and the outcome of the final battle will determine her fate. Lilliah must embark on an unexpected path that teaches her to trust in the man she has come to love, and give of herself as she never thought she could…
Today, I’m going to share an excerpt from the book, The Scent of a Soul.
I hope you’ll enjoy reading the excerpt.
Excerpt from The Scent of a Soul
By Jennifer Thompson
from Chapter Twenty
Lilliah tossed on the bed. She hated sleeping in her clothes so much that she had seriously contemplated putting on Jack’s shirt. Hearing a knock at her door, she opened it to find Marek standing before her. He looked her up and down with satisfaction. Holding something out to her, he said, “Just in case you decide not to wear his.”
Lilliah took the material and was so preoccupied with examining it that she didn’t see him coming. Marek’s arm circled her waist, drawing her to him. His lips touched her forehead, and then he left. It was a simple action but it left Lilliah wanting more. Turning to her one last time before disappearing down the stairs, he said, “Lock your door,” and then he was gone.
Standing in the moonlight by the window, Lilliah stroked Marek’s blue shirt, the one that matched his eyes perfectly. Placing the fabric to her nose, she inhaled — Marek. She couldn’t get out of her clothes fast enough. Pulling his shirt onto her bare skin, she buttoned up, feeling immediate comfort. She climbed into bed and slept the whole night without waking.
Marek stood outside in the dark. He would watch over Lilliah from here, on the ground, patrolling. After today’s revelation about her, he trusted almost no one. Lilliah appeared in her window. Marek’s vision allowed him to see her without hindrance; she had his shirt in her hands. After raising it to her face, her actions became urgent. She was undressing. Every male instinct in him wanted to watch her, but he would not disrespect her that way.
Turning, Marek waited until he was sure she was done. Looking back at her, he saw her covered in blue. She disappeared from view, and hope coursed through him.
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