Word Count: 3025:) Computer threw a fit and had to shut it down for a while. After I turned it back on, the kids monopolized it for nearly 2 hours. What can I say...I'm a mom, and due to an unexpected friend wanting to talk, I didn't get much writing accomplished between 9 and noon:) Oh well...it was worth it!
Currently reading: Chariots of the Gods, by Erich Von Daniken. Interesting theory, and really makes me wish I'd followed through on my desire as a 12-year-old to become an archaelogist and discover ancient secrets...Damn Speilburg and that movie, LOL:) Okay...blame my overactive imagination and believing I'd ever end up like Indiana Jones, ha ha...
E-books: Still haven't read Barb Huffert's My Last Dark Day. I'm tired, and since I have a 13-year-old who needs total darkness so she can sleep, it will have to wait another day. Sorry Barb!
Also WON Amarinda Jones' The Goddess and the Ghost, which was released yesterday. Will read it AFTER I read Barb's...
Thought I'd give you a glimpse of the wip I'm nearly finished with. This excerpt is rated R, for some language and euphimisms. This is NOT part of my Arbor U series, although there is a reference later on to some of the characters in book #13...Not in this one, though. Enjoy, and let me know what you think:)
He waited two uncomfortable days before looking up her home number. He called, and requested she meet with him the next day after school. And made sure he picked a room where he could lock the door!
She was punctual, a trait he admired in women. His cock rose and saluted when she entered the room, wearing form-fitting dark jeans and a soft pink shirt which went well with her peaches and cream complexion. Her hair was caught up in the same loose bun, with tendrils falling in front of her ears. Pink and silver earrings fell from her lobes, and there were still no rings on either hand.
“Mr. Tayler?” she hesitated in the doorway. “You wanted to speak to me about Danny?”
He shoved himself off the desk, where he’d been sitting, feeling his erection growing stiffer by the moment. “Call me Kevin,” he said huskily, taking her hand and closing the door. “I’ve been out of my mind, wondering who you were these past few months.” He brought her hand up to his mouth, softly kissing the backside of her hand.
She jerked her hand away. “That was a mistake,” she snapped, putting some space between them. Color flooded her face. “I can’t believe we…that I allowed…you know,” she sputtered.
“Fucked you brainless?” He arched an eyebrow.
Her complexion was darker than her t-shirt. “Could we please talk about my son?” she asked, teeth clenched. Stay cool…count to ten…Her hand felt like it was on fire from where he’d touched his lips to her skin. Images flashed through her brain as she remembered the reckless way they had crashed together in the front seat of his car, and she moved another step farther away from his commanding presence. She cleared her throat nervously. “I mean, that is why you called.”
“I lied.” He closed the door and locked it, noting her sudden panicky expression. “You’ve been haunting me for months, Tammy. I go to sleep at night, and you’re in my dreams. I catch sight of a woman whose hair is cascading down her back and I try to catch sight of her face, hoping it’s you.” His eyes held her blue ones as he slowly moved closer. “Don’t tell me you haven’t thought of me the past months…”
His blatant arrogance and cocky manner struck a chord within her. “Thought of you?” she gasped, curling her lips into what she hoped was a sneer. “Oh, right. Let me see if I have this correctly. We have mind-blowing sex, I run off to collect my kids, and you’re telling me that you, Mr. Obviously Popular, can’t sleep at night because the poor sex-starved widow never bothered to tell you her name? Is your ego that fragile?” She laughed. “Believe me, I’ve lost no sleep over it.” She crossed her arms defiantly over her chest, hoping he wouldn’t notice her knees shaking as he drew nearer.
“Then let me refresh your memory.” His lips closed over hers as his arms pulled her stiffly forward. His tongue prodded between her lips and with a quiet moan, she opened them slightly.
Encouraged, he made small circles on her back as he felt her tongue answer his. But she remained stiff, and when he finally ended the kiss, he saw her eyes had darkened to a midnight blue. He moved his hands to her shoulders and traced her lower lip with his thumb. “You’re telling me you feel nothing? Your body betrays you.”