Hey y’all. Lado is making headway with Sophie, with his smug self. He’s moved into the house, even got her with him at work. When the bastard ex makes an unexpected, violent appearance, he is bound and determined his progress with his intended will NOT be derailed. I hope you enjoy this unedited snippet. Lemme know what you think…
…His first call was to his good friend Patrice Agnetti. He needed a detective to spy on one ex-girlfriend beating asshole, and old Patty likely had an excellent one on speed dial. He did indeed. After Lado told him everything he knew, his friend promised a preliminary report by the end of the week, if not sooner.
Perfect. He’d see what was what, then make plans. He was thinking offense. Defense left too much to chance, and dear old shitty Robert had already shown himself to be dangerously unstable, violent, as well as having a character as weak as cheap, poorly steeped tea. Whatever the bloke’s issue was, he could not be allowed near Sophie again. If he had to reach out and touch the bastard to ensure that happened, so be it. She was doing exceedingly well, and he would not have her derailed, her newly recovered peace disturbed.
His darling was still fragile, and it had nothing to do with her battered little body, the love. He suspected she hadn’t had much self-confidence even before she lost all her money and fell prey to that fatal bout of writer’s block. Her mother dying likely hadn’t helped.Read More »
The wonderful thing about writing romance novels is that I can create the perfect, imperfect man. One who loves unreservedly, unashamedly, who has the heroine’s best interests at heart. These fictional men are eager to love, to enrapture, to express their passion for life and sex and everything else there might be to enjoy about one special woman. Lado is no exception. Enjoy this unedited snippet – a sex scene, of course. I know what y’all like…
“Your hand gestures when you’re tossing things over the side of the bed are quite charming.”
He grinned, stealing her breath with a kiss as he shaped her warm flesh, slowly tracing her small breasts, lean hips, the slight cheeks of her ass, which he squeezed. “Thank you. Let me show you what else I can do with my hands.”
In truth Lado used his entire body to seduce her. The obvious bits were stunning; the broad chest that rubbed her nipples and pressed the breath from her lungs, and the narrow hips that twisted gently to nudge his cock effortlessly into just the right place again and again and again. Even the hair on his legs seemed to have an intimate relationship with her skin, teasing and rasping enough to raise shivers.Read More »
Hello! Long time no read. I know. I’m shitty for not posting in forever, but I want you to know I’ve been thinking about you every day. I’ve been writing almost every day too, but it’s been more like a trickle than a flood. This whole full time job thing is so inconvenient! I keep hoping they’ll fire me, but no. So I keep going, they keep paying and sucking up all the primo writing time during the day. Fuckers. But I’m back with an unedited snippet from my upcoming novel The Siege of Sophie. Enjoy, comment, and know that this lengthy blog absence is now over.
Refresher: This story is a classic really. Heroine falls on hard times, hero steps in to save the day in more ways than one. But there are a few twists here and there, and you’ll see a few familiar characters return from Ineffable, Tommy, Steele, Margot and the crew. Sophie is an old, familiar friend who’s been absent from the circle due to financial trouble. Her mother also died and with it a long and rather worthless relationship. These things are all connected and have created a perfect storm of shit that has taken our heroine down and would have buried her in depression if she wasn’t such a stubborn little cuss. Read More »
I’m not dead! No, you know I’m not. You know I’ve just been writing and living and feeling terribly guilty for not blogging regularly. But you knew I was living ‘cuz you follow me on Instagram, right? No matter; all that’s about to change. I’m devoting myself to my romance writing. By the end of 2017 I want to be fully independent from a 9 to 5 job, and with your help, I can do it.
Meantime, here’s the cover for my latest book. It will release early August 2016.
In my last snippet, Sophie managed to sidetrack her friends from going crazy over her bruises, but in this one, which picks up from the last, Lado catches her in a lie. She didn’t trip; there was no fall. Unwilling to continue to lie to him, she has to come clean about what really happened…
Of course Lani wanted to call in the cavalry too, but Sophie talked her down, with no help from a stony eyed Tommy. Thankfully, with these two, style always came first, and it was easy enough to distract them with the clothes and accessories.
Sophie hadn’t had anything new in two years. At first she hadn’t cared. With grief to deal with not to mention writer’s block and the realizations about Robert’s true character and her money problems, clothes had been the least of her worries.
Now, wearing these beautiful things: a decadently heavy cream silk blouse with an embossed floral pattern, tailored camel colored, wide leg trousers, long dainty chains, shiny leather belts, Sophie cried. It felt like her life was getting back on track. And not even the sight of her bruised face in the mirror could take away the joy she felt in these improvements.Read More »
Sophie had to give in. You know it, and I know it. Or there’d be no story, right? But you also know there has to be a problem. In this case the problem is the ex, a specter from her past, and a suddenly violent one at that.
Her past mistake knocks on the door randomly – right when things are starting to go good, of course – and when she lets him in, and refuses to continue being a fool, he hits her. In this unedited snippet, our heroine has managed to hide the truth from Lado, the new boo, but her girls are not so easily fooled.
“Where are you?”
“On my way home.”
“Good. We’re letting ourselves in. We’ve got some clothes for you to try.”
Shit, she thought, listening to the dial tone while she thought about how to explain away her bruised appearance. It would have to be the fall. It was what she’d told Lado, and it wouldn’t be kosher to have him hear a different story than the one she’d already told him. The only problem was, she knew perfectly well there was no way Tommy would believe it.Read More »
If I could be as free and truthful as this woman in my work…the mind reels.