Anthologies, ,

He discovered his hand was entwined with Chloe’s when she brought it up to graze a kiss across his knuckles. “So Simon. What do two perfectly consenting adults do on the rare afternoon without their hovering, matchmaking teenagers?”

“Oh. You know, I think I’ve forgotten in between dance classes, fundraisers, and football games,” he said with a laugh.

–From the upcoming story: “Bliss” in the Seasonal Shenanigan’s Summer Heat Anthology

About The Author

Annika began writing in third grade: an illustrated fanfic of the Atari game “Defender.” After filling notebooks, utterly unaware that she was a writer at heart, she abandoned her stories somewhere around her third year of college, probably when the typewriter/word processor died and was replaced by the roommate’s new 386. A ridiculous number of years later, she stumbled across a fanfic site, put fingers to keyboard, and hasn’t stopped writing since.