Sand

It is not the Salt we conquer. It is ourselves.

So I just found out that Sargo has been abducted to a city eight thousand miles across the Salt. Which means if I ever want to see him again (which I'm pretty sure I do), I'm gonna have to embark on a treacherous voyage to get him back...

...alone.

Dangerous? Yes. Insane? Definitely. Necessary? Well, I'm pretty sure I'm falling in love with the guy, so...yeah. The problem is, I'm still a massive asshole and I haven't really gotten over this drinking thing. And there might be a teleporter inside my head. Oh, and I still don't know how to sail.

Plus, every step closer seems to unravel more dark secrets about the people who took him...and about me.

An Excerpt

"You're cold," he says.

"I'm okay."

I feel his hand on my shoulder. "Turn over. On your other side."

I do. The mattress sinks just behind me and suddenly his chest is warm and firm against my back. Heat erupts under my skin.

"Is this okay?" he says just behind my ear.

I tremble. "Yes."

"You're still shivering."

"It's not from the cold."

"Mm." He carefully-so carefully-slides his other hand around my waist and settles fully against me, closing his arms tighter and nudging one knee between mine. I feel his breath warm against my ear.

"Still okay?" he says. His stubble brings prickling heat to the skin it touches.

I swallow. "Mhm."

"Nothing to be afraid of."

"Mhm."

We lie very still and quiet for a long time, as though we're both afraid to acknowledge what it is we're afraid of: that this moment feels made of glass and if we move, we might break it. I can feel his heart thumping against the back of my ribs. I can feel each breath he takes brushing the back of my ear.

I reach a hand behind my head and find his hair again, let my fingers trail through it, let them go a little further, until they touch the soft, prickly skin of his jaw. Feeling bold, I trail one finger down his neck. He shudders, and I smile.

"You like that?"

His breath stills, and in the same moment, I feel something twitch against my ass.

My eyes go wide in the dark. I know what that is. I've only felt it once before, but I know exactly what it is. That was all it took? Those three words and my finger on his neck?

I find my voice and say, "You do like it."

He turns his face into my hair. "Yes."

My blood ignites. I push my fingers into his hair and grip a handful of it, pulling his face into the crook of my neck. His lips press under my ear as he pulls me closer. The feel of him hard against me turns me liquid inside, and, still gripping his hair, I roll my hips against him.

"Fuck," he groans, grinding his hips into me.

That word sets something burning even hotter inside me. I've never heard him swear like that.

"Crack. That's what this is."

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"I am, yet again, amazed by how much adventure is packed into this book."

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"This is a riveting sequel in an addicting series...and with an ending like that, I NEED the next book!"

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