Here’s what Terri has to say about the next book:
I’ve been working on Book 8 and I’ve been thinking about a scene I wrote about men’s cologne. So, does this happen to you:
He led her to the dance floor and pulled her into his arms. She cuddled close and laid her cheek against his shoulder as they swayed slowly back and forth to the slow song. She inhaled his unique masculine scent that always caused her insides to begin a slow meltdown. She didn’t know what it was about his cologne, but she was sure there were pheromones mixed in with the woodsy and… something else. She cuddled closer, burying her nose next to his chest and sniffed again. Was it citrus or something else? She sniffed again. Yes, citrus, definitely… grapefruit…that was it and… something… She sniffed once again. Maybe ginger… She started to sniff…
“Um, Mary, what are you doing?” Bradley asked.
Well, crap. I suppose honesty is the best, although not the less embarrassing, policy.
“Sniffing you,” she said, lifting her head and meeting his eyes.