So, I asked twitter what sneak peek they wanted, and for a while I was worried I’d end up with a four-way tie and I’d have to just SHARE THEM ALL! But a clear winner took the lead, and the people have spoken. Yes, this is a reference to the extremely classic movie While You Were Sleeping, and yes… Gray is about to… lean.
Sneak Peek from The Devil You Know
The peaceful quiet of the street exploded into the unmistakable cacophony of a firefight—rapid gunfire, shouts, bullets ricocheting off buildings and pavement. Training kicked in, her hand going for her holster before the first crack echoed through the alley.
In the same moment, Gray slammed into her.
Her back hit solid brick. Her head snapped back, smacking into the hand he’d slid behind her neck to protect her. He was everywhere, holding her against the wall, his body curved to shield hers. Her face ended up pressed to his throat, her shocked inhalation filling her lungs with the scent of him—gun oil and coffee and soap and sawdust.
Adrenaline surged through her, making everything worse. The press of his body. His scent. The sound he made, some sort of sub-vocal rumble that was probably supposed to soothe her, but his chest rumbled against hers and her brain blanked.
If she parted her lips, she’d be able to taste him.
Sweet merciful fuck, if he didn’t get the hell off her, she might actually do it.
Frantic, running footsteps echoed down the street, followed by the safety of silence. But Gray didn’t move.
Maya braced a hand against his chest, even though the contact burned. “Hey. It’s okay.” She pushed a little. It was like shoving granite. Or Nina. “I’m okay.”
He finally stepped back, but left one hand flat against the brick. It left him leaning over her, a posture more oddly intimate than his body pinning hers to the wall. Something electric shivered through her, and she spread her fingers wide, intending to give him another gentle push.
His eyes met hers. Held. His chest tensed under her fingertips. She parted her lips, but no sound came out. For once in her life, she couldn’t remember a single damn word.
Then his gaze dropped to her mouth. His fingers pressed into the wall next to her head. He wasn’t touching her anywhere except where her hands were splayed against his chest, but she felt him from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, which were doing their best to curl inside her boots.
The hand next to her head shifted. His thumb stroked one of her braids. Her scalp tingled, and a whimper lodged in her throat then emerged as his name. “Gray?”