Welp, threw my back out the worst I’ve ever done on Saturday, so my grand plan to finish up HRR was derailed. Again. If I wasn’t hissing in pain I was passed out from the drugs. But now I’m doing much better and HRR is clipping along at a fine pace… trying to get it finished by Friday, up by Monday. I’m sick of looking at it because I want to write Hard Rock Improvisation which is Manny’s story and truthfully that’s probably adding a bit to my dragging feet. Just tired of writing this book. I like this book, but it’s been a real bear to get through. The boxed set has also been delayed thanks to Amazon going all wonky, but it’ll be up on October 1st. Everything for that is done, it’s just Amazon delaying us now. A teaser. With smexy times. BEHOLD:
Beneath him, my body burst into strange and terrible flames.
Time faded. There was no here and now, there was no there and then. Everything suddenly melted away, and Carter and I were alone in the universe, cut off from everything, a man and a woman floating free of the past and the future. He wove his fingers into my hair, his hard, lean body pressing me down into his bed. I gasped, sucked air in through my nose. His room smelled like him, sweet and rich. The scent of a man, the smell of alcohol, the lingering wisps of smoke in the walls.
I parted my thighs. I stole my arms around him and held on for dear life as he leaned in, as his body curled around mine, until his hips nestled in the cradle of my legs, begging me to yield to him.
I want this, I realized. Even if it was bad, even if I was evil, even if this was the point of no return, I wanted it here, now, forever.
“Oh,” Carter said as my legs locked around his waist. “Oh, yes. Aylen…”
Then he was kissing me and there were no more words. His lips moved on mine.
For a moment I stilled and struggled with myself. Should I let him have this power over me? Was this wise? Should I let my heart become vulnerable so soon after breaking free of my prison?
But then his tongue escaped his mouth, flickered against the seam of my lips. All objections turned blinding white and faded away, burning into nothingness like a scrap of paper on a bonfire, and I groaned and let him take over…
“You think I don’t find you attractive? Really? You’re in my bed wearing pajamas so tiny that you might as well be naked. You don’t even have to touch me. It’s all I can do not to bust a nut right now.”
I frowned. “‘Bust a nut?’ What does that mean?” There was a silence. I heard him breathing in the dark. Finally: “Well, it’s kind of hard to explain. But trust me, it’s a very romantic sentiment.”And something I am QUITE excited about: The Rock Star Romance Box Set! Twelve books for 99 cents, coming September 24th to a bookseller near you (on the internet). Ain’t gonna lie. Kind of aiming for September 24th myself. WOO. I’m on chapter sixteen. 5-6 more chapters and I’m DOOOOONE.
That’s where things stand right now, as of 8.39p central time. Gonna hammer away at it until about midnight and then see where I am. I’m excited about tonight because I get to write some sexy things! I didn’t get to bed until 2.30 yesterday…not something I should be doing on a regular basis. But I did manage an almost 4k/hour pace this afternoon, right up until the point where I started to fall asleep in front of the computer. Anyway, looking at about 30k to 35k more before I’m done. I think I can manage it. *falls over*
I woke up the next morning in Carter Hudson’s bed with my first ever hangover.
The whiskey, I thought six hours later. The whiskey might have been a mistake.
I tried to frown at my whiskey to let it know that I was not pleased with it. To my surprise my whiskey was not whiskey at all, but a banana daiquiri. What was this witchcraft?
Then my eyes crossed and it was all sort of blurry again.
“What do you want to do now?” Carter asked finally.
I shook my head. “I don’t know. I’ve never been out on my own. I’ve never seen someone I know go out on their own, either.”
He nodded sagely. “Yes, that could be a problem,” he said. “Since you entered the church when you were a kid, did you have any other relatives that might not be all…” He trailed off and waved his hands.
“My grandparents died,” I said, “but I have two uncles and an aunt.”
Carter’s eyes lit up as though I’d said I knew the location of the lost city of tattoo ink and pointy bits of metal. Continue reading
Aylen Ware grew up in the shadowy, secret world of the fundamentalist Mormon church, with fifty-three siblings and five mothers. Surrounded by true believers, she has always hidden her doubts and her sinful fascination with the outside world, knowing it could cut her off from the people she loved most. Then one day the inevitable edict comes down: she is to marry one of the church elders, a man forty years her senior and renowned for his cruelty. Mere minutes before her wedding, she finally decides to run. Fleeing from the only life she has ever known, she throws herself on the mercy of a tattooed stranger, vowing it will be the last time she is ever at the mercy of a man.Half-naked and passed out drunk on a motel bed, Carter Hudson doesn’t seem like a knight in shining armor, but appearances can be deceiving, and as Aylen reluctantly allows him to ferry her from Salt Lake City to California before her intended husband hunts her down, she finds herself growing more and more attached to him… and some of her feelings are downright sinful. Unfortunately, matters of the heart can never be that simple. While Aylen resists her growing attraction and increasing dependence, Carter desperately hides a secret of his own, one that could forever alter their fragile connection… and put Aylen’s future in jeopardy.