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There's only two weeks until Fox Trapped releases, and I thought I'd share an excerpt from my upcoming release. Enjoy!

No. No, this can’t be happening.

The realization hit me like a wave, almost knocking me off my feet. The elevator had jerked to a stop, and I was stuck inside with a man who made my heart race, but who was likely disgusted to be in my presence. Not only that, but he could easily crush my head between his thighs. Though it might be nice to be between them.

No! If the car didn’t start moving soon, I would be late for my interview. I needed the job. I couldn’t stay trapped.

Refusing to wait for Mr. Muscles to react, I darted in front of the panel and pressed the button for the twentieth floor again. Nothing. So, I pressed the other floors. Anything to get the elevator moving.

I’d arrived early, but that extra time quickly slipped away as the elevator refused to move.

I tried not to think about how close I’d become in position to the other man, about how I had my ass only inches from his cock. If I took a step or two back...

Where are these thoughts coming from? After shaking that image from my head, I loosened my tie. The elevator seemed abnormally hot. Is there a fire? Is that why the elevator stopped?

I didn’t hear the blare of an alarm indicating a fire or a drill, so I pressed the emergency button. I needed to make sure people knew we were in there and came to rescue us right away. But the button didn’t light up. Didn’t even make a sound.

I tried the button on the intercom. Somebody had to be on the other end. It was daytime hours for the building. The busiest time for all the towers. But only static answered me.

“Help.” I leaned closer to the speaker. “There’s two of us trapped”—I glanced around for the identification number—“in elevator 205. We’re on the seventh floor.”

The static stopped.

No one responded.

Had someone heard?

The panel didn’t have an emergency contact number on it. It looked like the sticker had been ripped off, leaving only a blank rough surface behind. And the only person in Saramto I had a number for belonged to my possible future boss. I couldn’t phone her. Not if I wanted to make a good impression.

​Maybe I could ask the beefcake trapped with me to smash through the doors then carry me up to the twentieth floor.

​Content Editor Comments:
This was such a cute story! I really enjoyed the couple and it was so clear and sweet, with the perfect amount of tension throughout!
 
ARC reviews:
“...this was oh so sweet. I absolutely love fated mates and forced proximity and this had it and more. I had so many feels for Foxx...”
 
“I love how Slade does not care that Foxx is a fox shifter like most snooty other shifters. He wants him no matter what. Both characters are super sweet and loving...”
 
“Both of these characters are so sweet and amazing together... These two have quite the ‘meet cute’ in an elevator.”

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