R.L. Mathewson's Blog
July 29, 2016
“You're fired,” Lucifer bit out as he openly glared at the small woman sitting across from him, silently daring her to argue with him, again.
Five goddamn long years he'd been trying to fire the woman staring back at him through deceptively innocent baby blue eyes and every single time she’d somehow managed to get out of it, but not today.
This time she’d gone too far.
“Is this about the uniforms?” Rebecca Shaw, the bane of his existence, asked with a slight frown that only managed to piss him off more.
“Yes,” he snarled at the little hypochondriac that missed more days than all his other employees combined as he somehow resisted the urge to throttle the meddling woman that had made his life a living hell since the day that he’d foolishly hired her.
Her frown deepened as she glanced over her shoulder at the stack of boxes that had arrived an hour ago. “Did they mess up the order?” she asked, having the balls to look adorably confused as she returned her attention back to him.
“You could say that,” he said, honestly surprised that he hadn't resorted to shouting at the little pain in the ass yet.
He glanced at the Coca Cola clock hanging above the door and noted that it was still early. It usually took her a good ten minutes or so to reduce him to monosyllabic words and incoherent rants yelled at the top of his lungs.
“Damn it!” she groaned, getting to her feet and shaking her head in disbelief as she walked over to the boxes that were being returned first thing in the morning and ripped open the box sitting by the door. “I was hoping we'd be able to have them by this Friday,” she explained as she pulled out a black tee shirt and inspected it.
“I'm sure you were,” he said dryly as he watched her inspect a few of the shirts and aprons in the box.
“I'm not seeing a problem,” she said with that damn small sigh of hers that always grated on his nerves as she looked at the shirt in her hands and started the inspection process all over again.
“Don't you?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow as he leaned back in his chair and-
“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded when the woman that he should have realized was crazy years ago, pulled off her off-white Fire & Brimstone tee shirt and tossed it on his desk, leaving her in a black bra that looked like it was struggling to keep the large pale breasts that she'd somehow managed to stuff in it from bursting free.
“Trying on the new uniform,” she explained with an expression that clearly told him that it should have been more than obvious what the crazed woman was doing while he sat there, watching helplessly as she reached up and adjusted her bra, wondering where he'd gone wrong.
It was in that moment that he would forever be grateful that he was an ass man, otherwise-
“Don't. Even. Fucking. Think. Of, it,” he bit out, stressing every syllable to make sure that she’d heard him.
She stopped unbuttoning her pants, opened her mouth to argue, but something in his expression must have clued the psychotic woman into the fact that he was seconds away from throttling her with his bare hands, because she released a long-suffering sigh that would put every man in his family to shame, and fixed her pants.
“I still don't see the problem,” she said, gesturing to the shirt that she’d had absolutely no business ordering.
“That's because you're-where the hell are you going?” he demanded when she suddenly turned around and left without another word, making her escape just as he was about to fire her ass and bringing his rage to the homicidal stage
He sat there for another minute, refusing to chase after her. He'd planned on firing her in his office, had actually fantasized about it, and he was damn well going to do it in his fucking office. He opened his mouth to demand that she get her ass back in there so that he could live out his fantasy when the next words out of her mouth had him releasing a vicious curse and racing for the door.
“Hey, Tim! What do you think of the new uniforms?”
He was going to kill her, he decided as he stormed out of his office and across the taproom to find the little pain in the ass showing everyone the uniform that she’d ordered behind his back.
“Oh my god! I love it!” Abigail, his bar manager, gushed approvingly, further pissing him off because there was nothing wrong with the fucking uniforms that he'd designed five years ago.
“It's about damn time,” Tim said with a smile that quickly disappeared when he spotted Lucifer coming towards them.
“I think this will go a lot better with the new…,” Rebecca started to explain only to let her words trail off with a resigned sigh when he grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. “Didn't we talk about the manhandling?” she asked as she settled in over his shoulder, getting comfortable as he walked back to his office.
“We need to have a little chat,” he calmly explained, deciding that there really was no need to yell and ruin this momentous occasion.
“Another one?” she asked, not sounding particularly worried as he carried her back to his office, pausing only long enough to kick the door shut behind him before he deposited his unwanted waitress in the rickety old chair he saved for just such an occasion and returned to his desk, satisfied that everything was as it should be.
He sat down, cleared his throat and opened his mouth to recite the speech that he'd been working on since the moment he’d realized his mistake hiring her, but after a slight pause he closed his mouth and instead took a long, satisfying breath, deciding to savor the moment.
It was a mistake and part of him knew that when he decided to do it, but after five long years of hell and bullshit he hadn't been able to help himself. After all the crazy bullshit she’d brought into his life he'd wanted to savor that one precious moment when he finally freed himself of her.
“I was hoping to talk to you this morning,” his own personal reminder that hell did in fact exist, said as she stood up and walked around his desk, but this time he’d been prepared and stacked a large pile of folders on the corner of his desk so that she couldn't-
“What the hell do you think you're doing” he demanded as she simply walked past the large pile of folders he'd stacked to keep her off her customary spot and hopped up on his desk and sat down.
Right. In. Front. Of. Him.
“Nothing,” she said, shooting him a frown as though he was the one that had lost his goddamn mind.
“Move,” he bit out between clenched teeth as she lazily crossed one leg over the other, leaned back and grabbed-
“Please tell me that you're fucking kidding me,” he said when the crazed woman reached back and grabbed the clipboard that had helped make his life a living hell over the past five years.
He still wasn't sure how she did it, but whenever she felt the urge to see if he was willing to do ten to life behind bars for manslaughter, she pulled that damn clipboard out. She never carried it around, but it always seemed to be within her reach, something that had driven him nuts until he realized that he was allowing this small, plump pain in the ass to have that much power over him. Once he’d figured it out, he'd forced himself not to care that she was able to pull the fucking torture device from thin air and ruin his whole fucking day with just a few key, “points.”
“I had to switch Jenn to the morning shift, because I have an appointment this morning, but I should be back in time for the lunch rush,” she began, trying to prolong the inevitable and bringing this whole thing to a new level of fucking pathetic.
“There's no point in you coming back,” he explained before finally adding, “you're fired.”
“Uh huh,” she mumbled absently, clearly ignoring him, which unfortunately for her was one of the things that he pissed him off the most about her.
Well, to be honest he hated a lot of things just about everyone. Except for his family. He tolerated them, because he had to or his mother would probably beat the shit out of him.
Then his father would of course feel obligated to kick his ass for upsetting his mother.
Then his brothers would try to kick his ass. That is, if he survived the ass whooping from his father, which wasn't likely. So, for self-preservation, he tolerated his family.
To a point.
He might have to acknowledge them and refrain from killing them when they annoyed the shit out of him, but he didn't have to let them in his restaurant no matter how much they bitched and God, did they bitch.
“I'll be back for the lunch rush,” the thorn in his side said, reminding him that he was supposed to be living out his fantasy.
There was no way in hell that he was allowing her to ruin this for him. He'd dreamed of doing this and now he was going to savor every second of it.
“You're fired,” he repeated, taking perverse satisfaction in letting those words roll off his tongue.
“I had John go through the refrigerator this morning and clean it out today instead of tomorrow since we’re getting our delivery tomorrow morning,” she said with a little frown that he refused to find adorable as she absently reached down, grabbed his coffee and took a sip before he could stop her. As soon as she was done, he took the cup away from her.
“Didn't you hear what I just said?” he asked with a glare as the frustrating woman took the cup out of his and took another sip before handing it back to him, leaving him sitting there, glaring at the woman that refused to leave.
“I also had to let go of Jeff this morning,” she said, grabbing his attention in a big way.
“You did what?” he snapped, taking note of the time and absently noting that she'd set a new record for making him yell.
“I fired him,” she said with a shrug as though it was no big deal.
It was a big fucking deal!
“Who the hell do you think you are firing one of my employ-,” he started to demand only to get cut off and left speeches by the little brat as she tossed him her clipboard, hopped off his desk and headed for the door.
“He was calling hookers from the business line and using petty cash to pay them. Well, I'll be back in a few hours!” she said cheerfully as he sat there, staring at the door long after she’d left, wondering how'd she managed to keep doing this to him.
It wouldn't happen again, he promised himself as he grabbed his keys and decided to have a word with the piece of shit that had gotten off way too fucking easily.
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July 21, 2016
“Son of a bitch!” he heard the lovely shout accompanied by the sound of what he assumed was his apartment door slamming shut.
“Wow, she sounds mad,” Melanie said from the next room.
“I can’t imagine why,” he drawled as he stole Rebecca’s pillow and shoved it behind his head, deciding that he might as well be comfortable during his last moments alive.
“What did you do?” the ever nosy woman asked with absolutely no shame, making him chuckle.
“Leveled the playing field,” he said, knowing that his partner in crime would understand.
“She’s going to kill you.”
“Probably,” he said, unconcerned over his impending doom.
“You!” Rebecca said, choking out that one word as she stood in her doorway, glaring at him in a way that told him that his balls might very well be in danger this very night.
“Yes, my love?” he said with a smile, simply to piss the woman off to return the favor.
“You,” she repeated, since that was obviously all she could manage at the moment.
“Is something amiss, my love?” he asked, copying that innocent little look that she’d used on him a hundred times over in the last five years.
“You had no right,” she finally managed to get out.
“And what exactly didn’t I have a right to do, hmm?”
“You know what you did!” she snapped, quickly losing her temper once again and giving him such joy, because it was rather nice to see the tables turned on her for once.
“I don’t!” their audience yelled.
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June 29, 2016
“A little to the right.”
Please, someone fucking kill him now!
“No…yes, oh, God, right there!’ the woman that was determined to drive him out of his fucking mind said as he settled her in the middle of his bed.
“Oh, wait. Can you shift me a little more to the right?” she asked, sounding completely innocent, but there was no way in hell that she didn’t know the effect that she was having on him.
Licking his lips, he tried to make his hands stop trembling, but he couldn’t get his mind off how good it felt to touch her. He tried to keep his eyes trained on the spot between her shoulders, but every time he had to touch her, he lost control and allowed his eyes to devour every fucking inch of her.
His only saving grace was that she was lying on her stomach otherwise he probably would have been reduced to a slobbering moron by now. It had only been two weeks since they’d had sex, but it felt like fucking decades. Sex had never ruled his life before, but since the moment that he’d touched her that’s all he could think about.
He thought about how good it was to hear her moan his name, how it felt when he slid inside, so fucking wet and tight, and the way she licked her lips as he fucked her. That’s when he thought about when he should be going over timecards, making schedules or talking to venders. It was seriously fucking with his head.
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June 27, 2016
June 9, 2016
I was going to do a bargain with you, in exchange for leaving a review for Christmas from Hell or Fated, and liking reviews that you think were helpful, I was going to release the first chapter of Fire & Brimstone, but apparently I already shared that chapter weeks ago.
Instead, I'm going to ask if you haven't left a review for Christmas from Hell or Fated and you'd like to help me out by letting me know what you think and help other readers by giving them your opinion, I am going to do this:
A Giveaway and the best part is that you don't have to leave a review to enter. If you'd like to leave a review, vote for helpful reviews that's your choice and it would mean a lot to me. If you'd just like to enter the contest that's okay. No worries :)
This is the giveaway:
There will be three drawings, one from my website for the comments left below, one for FB and one for Goodreads.
5 random comments on this post will win signed books.
5 random comments on this post will win a tee shirt or sweatshirt from the series of your choice.
5 random comments on this post will win a surprise box.
Basically 15 people will win from Facebook, 15 will win from my website comments and 15 from Goodreads.com will win.
This starts today and will end next Friday, June 17th.
The links for Amazon to leave an honest review and to vote for the most helpful review if you'd like, are:
Christmas From Hell
Thank you very much and good luck to everyone :)
June 8, 2016
I'm sure you're wondering why the locks have been changed and all of your and all your stuff gone.
Well, that's really your fault. If you'd come home last Sunday like you said you were going to you would have found all of your furniture and things nicely piled outside and ready for you to take away, but you decided stay down in Florida for an extra week without tell me. If you'd shown up like you said you would then your shit wouldn't have been stolen. I did manage to save a few of your things that they didn't want and fit it in the box that I left on the floor.
Roger thinks I should just get to the point. He's anxious to catch our flight. Oh, I probably should tell you that Roger and I are madly in love and that we're flying to Vegas to get married. He says he's sorry. He's really sweet, isn't he? He feels really bad about this and if it makes you feel better all that sneaking around behind your back was really really stressful on both of us. I almost had problems sleeping at night and you know how important my twelve hours of beauty sleep are to me.
Anyway, I really don't think I should feel all that bad about cheating on you since it really is all your fault. When you told me that you weren't interested in sex I thought you were just kidding. Had I known that you weren’t then I never would have gone out with you. I know you proposed and all, but I feel like you wasted a year of my life. Well........maybe not a year since I didn't make it a month before I started sleeping around, but again that's your fault! If you took care of me like you were supposed to I wouldn't have had to sleep with your best friend.
While I'm writing this letter I have to tell you that I think it's really weird for a 28 year old guy to still be a virgin. All the girls at the shop, work and at the grocery store think so to and they think that you were using me to cover up for other problems, which I have to tell you right now that I don't appreciate one bit. But I'm a big enough person that I suppose that I should forgive you.
Also, I thought I'd tell you that I don't like your family. No, not at all. Their obsession with food is freaky and strange and I plain just don't like them, especially your cousins who ignored me and their kids are little brats. My cell phone still isn't working right and I think you should pay for it, but Roger said to just let it go. For him I will, because he's so kind and sweet and brings out the best in me. He makes me such a good person.
I was going to give you back your engagement ring, but then I decided that you kind of owe it to me for such a stressful year. I sold it so that Roger and I can have a wonderful week in Vegas. I would say I'll call you when we get back, but why bother?
Hugs and kisses,
I feel kind of bad about having to tape this note to the door, but you didn't have any envelopes in your desk.
December 29, 2015
Excerpt from Christmas from Hell
Heart pounding against her chest, telling her that she needed to move her ass faster and demanding to know why she’d done something so foolish as to only make one pan of brownies when she knew the house was filled to the rafters with Bradfords, she practically dove for the attic door.
Trying not to panic, she quickly opened the door, shut it behind her and locked it. Not that it would save her, but it should buy her just enough time to do what she needed to do. As quietly as possible, she ran up the stairs and thanked God when she found the door leading directly to Duncan’s bedroom unlocked.
“That’s my brownie, you son of a bitch!” she heard someone shout from the vicinity of the kitchen, letting her know that they were at least all still contained on the first floor.
Trying not to think about what would happen to her when they found her, she opened Duncan’s door, damn near cried in relief when she realized that the only person in the room was the man himself, sprawled out across the large bed in his boxers and making her thank God for small miracles.
When the shouting from downstairs suddenly became louder, she knew that she didn’t have much time so she didn’t waste any. She practically ran towards his bed, pausing every few seconds to pull off her clothes and kick off her shoes. By the time she reached his bed she was completely naked, trembling with fear and praying that this was enough to save her life.
“Duncan!” she whispered, trying not to freak out, but it was difficult not to when she could hear the Bradford clan moving up to the second floor, letting her know that it was only a matter of time before they realized where she was and came after her, demanding more brownies that she wouldn’t be able to produce, because there had only been enough cocoa powder for one batch.
When he didn’t move, she tried not to panic, but it was difficult knowing just how close she was to being mauled by a bunch of hungry Bradfords. Telling herself that she had no other choice, she grabbed the waist of his boxers, yanked them down, pushed him onto his side, jumped into the bed and curled up in front of him as she grabbed the comforter folded at the end of the bed and yanked it up over them and closed her eyes just in time it seemed.
“What the fuck?” someone said as the door was thrown open.
“Oh, I don’t need to see this!” another one said as she laid there, trying to calm her breathing, but it was difficult knowing how close she was to being mauled for more brownies.
“I thought you said that shit was going to knock him out for at least a day!”
“Obviously I fucked up!” the familiar voice said, making her breathe a little easier, because clearly they were buying it.
“He’s sleeping now so shut the fuck up!” someone snapped, making her wonder what they’d given him to knock him out and why.
Of course, when she felt the large, warm hand close over her breast and something very long and hard grind against her bottom, she had to agree that Aidan had definitely fucked up on the dosage.
November 30, 2015
The book will be released as expected on 12/29/2015
Here’s an excerpt to show you what to expect. From what I’m told, this book is more old school NFH. I’ll let you be the judge of that :)
An Excerpt from A Christmas from Hell:
He should have put the book back down, should have pretended that he hadn’t seen it, but once he’d picked the book up and realized what he was holding, he couldn’t contain his reaction.
She didn’t say anything, but then again he had a feeling that she’d lost the power of speech the moment that she’d realized what he was holding, but she did make a mad grab for the thick hard covered book that would forever be burned in his memory. It was definitely not something that he’d expected to find in her room or even something that he would have thought she knew about, but damn if he wasn’t holding the biggest book on Kama Sutra that he’d ever seen.
As she tried to yank it out of his hands, he just sat there, staring down at it numbly as he tried to wrap his mind around everything. The somewhat shy little jinx that had been making his life a living hell for the past year had the biggest book on sexual positions by her bed and-
“Thank God,” she said, sounding really relieved when he suddenly released the book, but that didn’t last for long.
Needing to know, more like dying to know, he immediately turned his attention to the nightstand by her bed, reached for the top drawer and grunted in pain when the surprisingly strong woman put him in a headlock and took him to the ground.
Doing his best to ignore the small woman on his back, no doubt trying to kill him, which again he was surprisingly okay with, he moved his ass, needing to know more than ever what was in that drawer.
“Oh, my God! Please don’t! They’re not really mine!” she screamed as he placed his hand on the drawer handle, making him hesitate until he realized what she’d said.
When her words registered, God himself backed up by the army, navy and Marines wouldn’t have been able to stop him from pulling that drawer open and-
Choking on air when he saw exactly what the small woman had hidden in the top drawer of the dresser that he’d been sleeping within two feet of for that last two nights. He tried to make sense out of what he was seeing, but all his mind could register were the condoms, so many fucking condoms, lubes, sex toys and some things that he’d admittedly had no clue what they were supposed to be and how to use them, but he did know one thing.
The little jinx had a dark side to her, one that had his cock twitching eagerly, his mouth going dry and him getting to his feet so that he could get the hell out of there before he could do something incredibly stupid.
May 1, 2015
Double Dare is out and while a lot of you are enjoying the book, a few of you just couldn't quite get the feel of it. What happened was that I tried something completely new. Instead of watching them fall in love, I threw you into a story about two people in love with obstacles and who are already in a relationship of sorts. I gave you no warning. None. For that I apologize, but like I said I was trying something completely new. I don't want to get tied into doing things by the book, sticking to any type of writing formula and I thought that this plot was be the ultimate writing challenge for myself.
Did I enjoy writing Double Dare?
Yes, I actually did. I would never publish a book that I didn't enjoy writing. Even knowing that it was difficult for some readers to get into, I have to say that I really do enjoy the book and I am very proud of it. I liked seeing Darrin and Marybeth finally push past their problems, accept their situation and move on to a promising future.
I tried to do this book from a completely different situation, two people who are already in a relationship of sorts. It was a challenge and ended up feeling more like a job to get the storyline to work. That being said, I did enjoy it, but I think that I overlooked a few things like the readers wanting to watch the characters fall in love, witness that first kiss, the moment they realize that they're in love, etc. I don't regret the book, because like I said I enjoyed the story, but I don't think that I will ever write a book again where it robs the reader of seeing those special moments if that makes any sense?
This will not be how the future Neighbor from Hell books or any of my books will ever be written again. I will never jump into a relationship and expect you to catch up and figure out what's going on again. I apologize to those of you who were unable to fully get into this book and a thank you to the readers that pushed past my crazy attempts to write a unique book and enjoyed Darrin and Marybeth's story.
Thank you for your support and understanding in my attempts to give you an original story :)
April 27, 2015
Double Dare has been released early as promised....
Well, at least at Amazon.com and Smashwords thanks to my awesome tech skills.
The book was up for pre-order through Smashwords. So, when I was done I went to Smashwords.com, uploaded it and thought, "What the hell?" and hit the "Release Now" button....
That apparently screwed up the system, had iBooks removing the book temporarily to fix my blunder and Smashwords.com having the book for sale Friday.
Thankfully no one discovered that mistake...
Until Saturday, lol.
Once word spread I had no choice but to release the book through the only means I had at the time, Amazon.com.
So, to recap, I am never doing a pre-order like this again. I should not be allowed near buttons or gadgets or anything of the like and Double Dare is available at Amazon.com and Smashwords.com
We are trying to get Double Dare released early at iBooks, but if it doesn't work out, it will be released on Thursday as planned. I apologize for this and will make sure something like this never happens again.
In other news...
I have a Double Dare Giveaway going on right now for some pretty awesome prizes including an iPad, signed books, gift card, etc. You can find that at www.rlmathewson.com
Here's an excerpt of Double Dare:
“Wow, I’m stuffed. How about you?” she asked, knowing that it probably was a bad idea to keep taunting him, but she really just couldn’t help herself.
There really was something about getting back at the bastard that gave her such pleasure, she decided as she made a big show of scooping up another bite of chocolate cream pie and bringing it halfway to her mouth only to set it back down on her plate with a sad shake of her head and a little sigh.
“You’re going to pay for this,” Darrin practically snarled as he stabbed his fork in what had to be his thirtieth helping of lettuce. Keeping his glare locked on her, he shoved the forkful of wilted lettuce in his mouth and chewed.
“How’s that lettuce working out for you?”
He paused mid-chew as his eyes narrowed on her and she knew, just knew, that he was imagining all the violent things that he’d like to do to her. So, of course she picked up her phone and snapped another picture.
“Hmm, that was a good one,” she mumbled, noting how the phone was able to pick up the murderous gleam in his eyes.
“You’re going to pay for this,” he repeated, practically shaking with rage.
She considered pointing out that she’d graciously allowed him to have a delicious glass of tap water with his meal, but decided against it since something in his expression told her that it was probably a bad idea. Actually, now that she thought about it, it would probably be for the best if she left now since the restaurant was closing in an hour. It would give her enough time to run back to the hotel, switch her room and buy some supplies just in case she was forced to lay low for a few days.
With that in mind, she stood up, noting the way that he watched her every move, and grabbed her bag. “Well, it’s been fun, but I’m afraid that I have to be going now.”
“Marybeth,” he snarled in warning.
If only she knew when to stop when she was ahead, she thought, shaking her head sadly as she looked over to Danny’s table to find it empty. She glanced around the busy restaurant until she spotted him with his girlfriend at the far end of the buffet, waiting in line at the meat carving station.
She really shouldn’t do this, mostly because it was probably going to get her killed, but…
She really couldn’t help herself.
After watching Danny for a few more seconds to make sure that he wasn’t going to turn around, she shifted her attention back to the man that she loved to torment. There was just something so wrong with enjoying playing with fire, and she was definitely playing with fire, she thought as she threaded her fingers through his hair, leaned down and did the one thing that she’d missed the most over the past month.
She kissed him.
Thank you again and I'm sorry about this mix up,