#8Sunday To sleep, perchance to dream…of a good man
I’ve tweaked the text slightly from the published book to keep the spoilers out of it and to make it eight sentences.
I’m too tired to ride, a unique sensation I seem to have forgotten since turning succubus. Hugo steers me to the hotel to get a room for the night. He offers to sleep on the floor, a noble offer I accept. I collapse fully clothed on the bed, and fall asleep. I dream—of William, of Caleb, of Carlton, and of Hugo, especially Hugo—all the truly good men I have known in my long life.
The sun has barely begun to rise above the horizon when its first rays steal into our tiny room and waken me.
I stretch, surprised at how sore I am. When I glance Hugo’s way, he’s awake, sitting in the chair, watching me.
My blog tour starts September 9th and there will be more free copies available then too!