Bittersweet and Sparrow teaser 1

Ah, Valentines Day. What day is better for a teaser from my upcoming novel “Bittersweet and Sparrow”? That’s right, no day like today. This is the first teaser, a second teaser will be posted on 23rd of February. So what are you waiting for? Click on the read more and enjoy this steamy teaser!

“Astrid.” Sparrow loved saying her name, especially since she seemed to be the only one that used it. “It’s dark.” 

“I have good night vision, come on.” 

Before Sparrow had a chance to protest, Astrid turned between the vendors and found the trail that Sparrow had pointed at. Before losing her to the dark, Sparrow darted forward and grabbed a fistful of Astrid’s shirt from behind. Astrid didn’t say anything so Sparrow kept her grip on her shirt as they made their way through the dark. 

The scents were so much sweeter at night. Night-blooming flowers, the wet smell of earth, spicy pine. It all filled Sparrow’s nostrils and created a heady scent that made Sparrow question if this was really happening. Astrid moved with fluidity, her back warm against Sparrows knuckles, not like someone who’d recently been injured. Twice, Sparrow almost tripped over roots on the trail but then the trees became sparse and when they reached the cliff, there were no trees.

“Oh maker,” Astrid breathed. 

Before them, Anchorage spread out. The dark church cast a soft shadow and the tents looked like white and brown dots. Above it all, the dark blue sky twinkled with stars and two full moons. It was as if someone had turned a marine bowl over all of it. Sparrow couldn’t remember the sky ever looking so big. 

“This is…” Astrid looked back at Sparrow, her eyes twinkling. “Thank you for showing me. I understand if you wanted to keep this to yourself.” 

“I don’t mind sharing it with you.” Sparrow looked down, needing to break eye contact. If she kept it, Astrid would know. She would know what Sparrow wasn’t ready to admit to herself yet. “Come on.” She walked slowly towards the edge, careful not to step too close. 

She didn’t know where the bravery came from, but she sat down, dangling her legs over the edge like she’d done earlier that day. Astrid came and sat down next to her, groaning as she put pressure on her shoulder to get down. Silence fell between them as they looked at the view. 

Astrid sighed. A sad sound. 

“I’m sorry about Isabeau,” Sparrow said. “I remember her. I could see the friendship between you.” 

“We’re like sisters,” Astrid sighed again. “I need to help her.” 

Something glistened on her cheeks but Sparrow didn’t dare to think that Astrid was actually crying. An owl cried somewhere in the night. 

Astrid took the pills out of her pocket and threw them into her mouth. She swallowed soundly. 

“Why did you kiss me?” Sparrow had wanted to ask that for a long time now. Astrid hadn’t seemed interested in her body any of the times she’d visited so why, why, had she kissed her that final night at the House? 

Astrid snickered, the sound unexpected. Sparrow knitted her eyebrows and stared at her. What was so funny?

“Your lips look kissable, that’s all.”

“Oh.” Sparrow touched her finger to her lips. It was such a small comment and yet it made her feel things she couldn’t remember ever feeling before. “But did you—”

Her words were drowned when Astrid turned toward her, grabbed a hold of her nape, and pulled her in for a kiss. Sparrow moaned as Astrid’s warm mouth attacked hers, a wicked tongue finding its way inside. Sparrow couldn’t remember ever being kissed like this. So thoroughly and with emotion. Tears landed on her cheek but she wasn’t crying. Astrid was. Sparrow cupped her cheek, her hand becoming wet. Astrid bit her lip, causing Sparrow to whimper. She pulled away.

“What are you doing?”

Astrid leaned forward and licked the side of her mouth. The action caused lightning to fly inside Sparrow. She was breathing hard. 

“I want you. Please.” She took off her leather jacket and threw it on the ground, away from the edge of the cliff. “Let’s get away from the edge.” 

Sparrow traced her hand around the curve of Astrid’s jaw and let it travel up into her hair. She grabbed a handful of blonde strands and pulled. Astrid groaned but Sparrow could see her smile in the dark. “I’m doing this because I want to,” Sparrow whispered. “You need to know that.” 

“Sure, rat catcher.” 

Sparrow needed to wipe that cocky smile off Astrid’s face. She couldn’t stand it. She let go of Astrid’s hand and moved backwards until she reached Astrid’s leather jacket. She lay down, looking as Astrid moved like a cat towards her. The thought that this general wanted her made her dizzy and her heart beat fast. Astrid held herself above her, the azure fire in her eyes threatening to burn her up.

“Kiss me.” Please. Sparrow’s mouth was dry. 

Astrid relaxed her arms and let her whole body lie on top of Sparrow. Their bodies aligned and Sparrow squirmed; it was as if her body was on fire. Astrid didn’t move. She just stayed on top, looking at her. Their breaths mingled. What is Astrid looking for? Sparrow knew she was fully clothed but she felt naked. Before she had a chance to react, Astrid started rocking and moving against her. 

“You feel so good.” Astrid pressed a little kiss beneath Sparrow’s ear. She rocked harder and made a whimpering sound as if her frantic movement against Sparrow’s mound was nowhere near enough to push her over the edge. 

Sparrow was trembling and she put her hands on Astrid hips. She made a shushing sound. “I’ll help you.” She pressed a quick kiss to Astrid’s forehead. “Let me help you.” Sparrow wasn’t very smart. She wasn’t good at reading. But this she could do. This she could help with. This she was good at. And the thought of truly discovering the heart of Astrid made her mouth water. 

The look in Astrid’s eyes was more than urgent, as if she was in pain. 

“Turn around.” She tugged on Astrid’s hip and moved so that Astrid was on her back. 

They were still outside, stone underneath them and the starry night above. The night was cold. They couldn’t take their clothes off. Sparrow lay down next to her, head leaning against her hand, and pressed against Astrid’s side. She let her hand wander, cupping her breasts, kissing her cheek. 

“Please.” Astrid said again and closed her eyes. She chuckled. “I don’t even know what I’m asking for. 

“I do.” Sparrow pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “Don’t forget to breathe.”

She pressed one last kiss to Astrid’s cheek and then crawled down the way of Astrid’s body. She undid the buttons on her leather trousers and placed a gentle kiss on top of the blonde curls she found there. 

“Oh maker.” Astrid put one of her arms over her eyes. “What are you doing to me?”

Sparrow put her fingers around the top hem of Astrid’s trousers. “Up.” 

As soon as Astrid let her, Sparrow pulled her trousers down to her knees, making sure the jacket was underneath her so that none of the rock touched Astrid’s bare skin. She inhaled deeply. She couldn’t believe what she was about to do or that she wanted it so much. 

Author’s note: This was a excerpt from my newest novel “Bittersweet and Sparrow” that comes out on the 1st of March.


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