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June 1, 2019
Mister Jackson Excerpt #1
Welcome, welcome! It's about that time again! Excerpt tiiiime! This is a look inside our newest Celebrity Romantic Comedy! We hope you enjoy this little peek as much as we did writing it!
Within the last forty-five minutes of the movie, Miles happily cleaned his plate and seemed more than satisfied with the food. Felicity’s fingers were pressed to her lips as she was once again drawn into the screen. They were comfortably leaned into one another when the credits finally rolled.
Collecting her plate on top of his, he looked refreshed when he stood from the couch. The heated warmth against his side became chilled with the absence of her body against his, “That was better than expected and wasn’t as awkward as I thought. Did you like it?” While waiting for her answer, he turned and walked into the kitchen with an ear out for her words as he rinsed the plate.
She picked up their empty glasses and followed him. She took one last glance to the TV before placing their cups on the counter beside his figure. With a smirk on her face, she peered up at the cheap, little bowl-shaped chandelier and pondered on the film, “Hmmm, I must say this was one of your better films. You have a real knack for drama and depth. I mean I know you’ve been in those cheesy romantic comedies and those action films pumped full of eye candy without much of a plot…”
Rolling his sleeves, Miles began to wash what they'd used. The glass made a pitched scraping sound as he scrubbed the inside with torqueing motions. His gaze fell onto her as she spoke. She seemed to know a lot of his works, but the one about “eye candy” caused his lips to curl up at the corners.
Noticing she sounded like those fan girls who would watch anything if he was on the screen, she quickly corrected herself “…I mean, Ashton has made me watch a couple of those, but the drama, you’re amazing at. The part when you found out your father was your brother. It was enrapturing. You’re very talented Mr. Jackson.”
“Ahh.” He whispered transparently. His chest grew tight as she complimented him in a lighthearted manner about a genre that meant a lot to him. Redness crept along his cheeks. Drama was his favorite but to watch himself on the screen was still surreal and mildly embarrassing.
Admittedly, it was weird to watch someone like him wash dishes. Hell, she hardly did them, and yet there was a superstar hard at work. Just as she was with the movie, she found herself immersed in the way his sculpted back and arms bulged in those swift movements. He was in impeccable shape, but to see him doing menial housework was beyond sexy. More so than what was on the screen. He was raw, untouched, unrehearsed, and natural.
Turning back to the sink, he rinsed the glass off and set it into the rack with the rest, “And you? I saw your dancing. I’m pretty sure the whole country will see the talent I did in the next coming weeks.” He stated with a chuckle looking over his shoulder at her as he rinsed off the last glass and drained the water.
It was her turn to be embarrassed.
Felicity bit down on her bottom lip and gave a nervous laugh. She rubbed the back of her neck as he reminded her people would know who she was soon enough. If not by name, then as Pauline’s music video girl, “U-uhuh.”
Miles took note of her humble reaction. She seemed overwhelmed by the idea of fame correlated with her. That was odd to him. Normally, performing and fame came hand in hand. Never-the-less, the look on her face and stuttering was endearing; he liked it. There was confidence and then there was arrogance. He was sick and tired of arrogance.
Wanting to take her attention off of fame, he grabbed a paper towel, turned to her, and leaned back against the sink with his head tilted, “I wonder…if you could teach me a thing or two.”
Glancing up, the light poured from the window behind him which only made him seem like perfection. She was struck and smitten with him so quickly. Unable to come back with something as flirtatious and smooth as he was, she only said the first thing that came to mind; inadvertently putting a smile on his face, “U-uh. D-depends on what you uh…want me to show you. I mean! You know, where do you want to learn? The furniture or the bed—FLOOR. Floor…shit.” Putting a hand over her face, she held up a finger to signal she was alright, “Give me a moment.”
He pulled the hairband from his head and ran his fingers through his bangs. More than intrigued with her second to last option, his eyes narrowed slightly in a suggestive manner, “Take your time.” He replied cheekily.
She mentally sparred with herself, peeked at him through her fingers, and saw the grin on his face.
To Miles, Felicity was cute, charming, and awkward. Reaching out, he took hold of her wrists with damp hands and pulled them from her face in his direction, “So much for giving me time, huh?” she bickered through her nerves.
He stepped towards the dark, cool living room and pulled her in against him; insistent on dancing to get her to look at him again, “As much as the bed sounds inviting, I think I should show you what I can do on the floor.” He murmured.
Felicity glanced away in embarrassment.
His hand landed on the small of her back as he secured her close. He lifted her arm with his and made it clear they were going to waltz. He gave her a shied smile before his gaze flicked to the side and avoided hers, “This is the only dance I know, that and the stanky leg.”
Laughing out loud, she bit her bottom lip and shook her head, “No, no you’re lying. Tell me you’re lying.” She whispered connecting her gaze with his.
He moved his hands to her hips and lifted her mid-spin before setting her down, “Obviously, I need help.” He whispered with an unending grin.
Moving in triple time, it wasn’t long before she realized Miles was far from a professional. Letting loose, she enjoyed herself with a long stream of giggles.
He couldn’t stop. Her smiles and carefree demeanor were addicting, and he didn’t want it to end.
Within a few minutes, they began to spin faster and faster. Felicity’s laughs grew in crescendo as they held tightly onto each other’s hands. Extremely dizzy, she shut her eyes with a drawn-out squeak unable to see where they were going, “M-M-M-Miles!” she stuttered.
Miles started to feel a bit queasy, but, recklessly, he kept going. Her streaked hair flowed against her face in the swift movement. He could feel how off her balance was with him, but he still he kept a firm hold on her hands. Before he knew it, Ashton’s shoes were her demise.
Tripping over them, she fell to her knees. Having a hard time keeping his balance, the room continued to spin after they’d stopped. In a moment of vertigo, he reached out and grabbed at her waist.
In the end, they crashed on the floor with his weight pressed against half of her body and a one leg straddled over hers. She wheezed out a laugh and fell onto her back with her arms outstretched, “God! I haven’t danced like that since I was five.” She said in a strained tone.
His palms were pressed to his face because the room wouldn’t stop. Shaking his head, there was a large grin hidden beneath his hands before he opened his eyes and took a hold of hers, “It’s been just about as long since I’ve made myself so dizzy.” He retorted stumbling to his feet and pulling against her.
Felicity’s fingers linked with his as she laughed at the thought of a little, curly headed Miles running all over the place; naked. Rolling her body up a bit less gracefully than usual, she stood with him.
Fate wasn’t ready it seemed because as he stepped away, he slipped on Ashton’s other shoe; skidding across the floor. His back missed the wall and she was tugged forward with him.
There they were, on the floor again. Landing against his chest, Felicity’s hands fell on his shoulders as if they were naturally meant to be there. Her body was pressed against him and her skirt was halfway over her buttocks.
He caught her with his arms around her waist; stunned. Not because he couldn’t stand straight to save his life, but she was so close. Face to face just like the previous night, only this time, he could see her wholly.
Staring, he admired her beautiful, well-set features. His expression fell away and didn’t bear a smile.
Felicity found she was the only one laughing. That, in turn, caused her to glance up and stare at him; flustered.
There was no teasing sentiment or clever quip. Everything on his face was just as serious as he felt. Which took control of his mouth. He spoke without a filter sounding a bit lost, his tone was hushed as though it was in his head, “You’re so pretty.”
Her stomach dropped. His words weren’t the smoothest, nor the most poetic, but they struck a deep chord in her. He was consumed in her face adorned with an intimate, shy expression. Biting her bottom lip, she leaned in and gave into him. He took over most of her thoughts when he was away and all her attention whether he was near or far. She was unable to deny the undeniable any longer.
Miles’s chest tightened and he could hear the heartbeat in his ears. The tension between them was palpable and the attraction didn’t need effort. Her body was shaking as her eyes began to fall shut. Licking her bottom lip, she was almost there. Anticipating her kiss, there was a dazed, heated look in his eyes. Then, the sound of an old ringtone broke the atmosphere.
The courage she had to take what she wanted vanished. Her eyes crossed in as she looked at his face, but her expression was full of disappointment.
Miles hoped she’d ignore the phone and call back, yet that was wishful thinking. The downtrodden look she held indicated their close encounter was about to end.
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Within the last forty-five minutes of the movie, Miles happily cleaned his plate and seemed more than satisfied with the food. Felicity’s fingers were pressed to her lips as she was once again drawn into the screen. They were comfortably leaned into one another when the credits finally rolled.
Collecting her plate on top of his, he looked refreshed when he stood from the couch. The heated warmth against his side became chilled with the absence of her body against his, “That was better than expected and wasn’t as awkward as I thought. Did you like it?” While waiting for her answer, he turned and walked into the kitchen with an ear out for her words as he rinsed the plate.
She picked up their empty glasses and followed him. She took one last glance to the TV before placing their cups on the counter beside his figure. With a smirk on her face, she peered up at the cheap, little bowl-shaped chandelier and pondered on the film, “Hmmm, I must say this was one of your better films. You have a real knack for drama and depth. I mean I know you’ve been in those cheesy romantic comedies and those action films pumped full of eye candy without much of a plot…”
Rolling his sleeves, Miles began to wash what they'd used. The glass made a pitched scraping sound as he scrubbed the inside with torqueing motions. His gaze fell onto her as she spoke. She seemed to know a lot of his works, but the one about “eye candy” caused his lips to curl up at the corners.
Noticing she sounded like those fan girls who would watch anything if he was on the screen, she quickly corrected herself “…I mean, Ashton has made me watch a couple of those, but the drama, you’re amazing at. The part when you found out your father was your brother. It was enrapturing. You’re very talented Mr. Jackson.”
“Ahh.” He whispered transparently. His chest grew tight as she complimented him in a lighthearted manner about a genre that meant a lot to him. Redness crept along his cheeks. Drama was his favorite but to watch himself on the screen was still surreal and mildly embarrassing.
Admittedly, it was weird to watch someone like him wash dishes. Hell, she hardly did them, and yet there was a superstar hard at work. Just as she was with the movie, she found herself immersed in the way his sculpted back and arms bulged in those swift movements. He was in impeccable shape, but to see him doing menial housework was beyond sexy. More so than what was on the screen. He was raw, untouched, unrehearsed, and natural.
Turning back to the sink, he rinsed the glass off and set it into the rack with the rest, “And you? I saw your dancing. I’m pretty sure the whole country will see the talent I did in the next coming weeks.” He stated with a chuckle looking over his shoulder at her as he rinsed off the last glass and drained the water.
It was her turn to be embarrassed.
Felicity bit down on her bottom lip and gave a nervous laugh. She rubbed the back of her neck as he reminded her people would know who she was soon enough. If not by name, then as Pauline’s music video girl, “U-uhuh.”
Miles took note of her humble reaction. She seemed overwhelmed by the idea of fame correlated with her. That was odd to him. Normally, performing and fame came hand in hand. Never-the-less, the look on her face and stuttering was endearing; he liked it. There was confidence and then there was arrogance. He was sick and tired of arrogance.
Wanting to take her attention off of fame, he grabbed a paper towel, turned to her, and leaned back against the sink with his head tilted, “I wonder…if you could teach me a thing or two.”
Glancing up, the light poured from the window behind him which only made him seem like perfection. She was struck and smitten with him so quickly. Unable to come back with something as flirtatious and smooth as he was, she only said the first thing that came to mind; inadvertently putting a smile on his face, “U-uh. D-depends on what you uh…want me to show you. I mean! You know, where do you want to learn? The furniture or the bed—FLOOR. Floor…shit.” Putting a hand over her face, she held up a finger to signal she was alright, “Give me a moment.”
He pulled the hairband from his head and ran his fingers through his bangs. More than intrigued with her second to last option, his eyes narrowed slightly in a suggestive manner, “Take your time.” He replied cheekily.
She mentally sparred with herself, peeked at him through her fingers, and saw the grin on his face.
To Miles, Felicity was cute, charming, and awkward. Reaching out, he took hold of her wrists with damp hands and pulled them from her face in his direction, “So much for giving me time, huh?” she bickered through her nerves.
He stepped towards the dark, cool living room and pulled her in against him; insistent on dancing to get her to look at him again, “As much as the bed sounds inviting, I think I should show you what I can do on the floor.” He murmured.
Felicity glanced away in embarrassment.
His hand landed on the small of her back as he secured her close. He lifted her arm with his and made it clear they were going to waltz. He gave her a shied smile before his gaze flicked to the side and avoided hers, “This is the only dance I know, that and the stanky leg.”
Laughing out loud, she bit her bottom lip and shook her head, “No, no you’re lying. Tell me you’re lying.” She whispered connecting her gaze with his.
He moved his hands to her hips and lifted her mid-spin before setting her down, “Obviously, I need help.” He whispered with an unending grin.
Moving in triple time, it wasn’t long before she realized Miles was far from a professional. Letting loose, she enjoyed herself with a long stream of giggles.
He couldn’t stop. Her smiles and carefree demeanor were addicting, and he didn’t want it to end.
Within a few minutes, they began to spin faster and faster. Felicity’s laughs grew in crescendo as they held tightly onto each other’s hands. Extremely dizzy, she shut her eyes with a drawn-out squeak unable to see where they were going, “M-M-M-Miles!” she stuttered.
Miles started to feel a bit queasy, but, recklessly, he kept going. Her streaked hair flowed against her face in the swift movement. He could feel how off her balance was with him, but he still he kept a firm hold on her hands. Before he knew it, Ashton’s shoes were her demise.
Tripping over them, she fell to her knees. Having a hard time keeping his balance, the room continued to spin after they’d stopped. In a moment of vertigo, he reached out and grabbed at her waist.
In the end, they crashed on the floor with his weight pressed against half of her body and a one leg straddled over hers. She wheezed out a laugh and fell onto her back with her arms outstretched, “God! I haven’t danced like that since I was five.” She said in a strained tone.
His palms were pressed to his face because the room wouldn’t stop. Shaking his head, there was a large grin hidden beneath his hands before he opened his eyes and took a hold of hers, “It’s been just about as long since I’ve made myself so dizzy.” He retorted stumbling to his feet and pulling against her.
Felicity’s fingers linked with his as she laughed at the thought of a little, curly headed Miles running all over the place; naked. Rolling her body up a bit less gracefully than usual, she stood with him.
Fate wasn’t ready it seemed because as he stepped away, he slipped on Ashton’s other shoe; skidding across the floor. His back missed the wall and she was tugged forward with him.
There they were, on the floor again. Landing against his chest, Felicity’s hands fell on his shoulders as if they were naturally meant to be there. Her body was pressed against him and her skirt was halfway over her buttocks.
He caught her with his arms around her waist; stunned. Not because he couldn’t stand straight to save his life, but she was so close. Face to face just like the previous night, only this time, he could see her wholly.
Staring, he admired her beautiful, well-set features. His expression fell away and didn’t bear a smile.
Felicity found she was the only one laughing. That, in turn, caused her to glance up and stare at him; flustered.
There was no teasing sentiment or clever quip. Everything on his face was just as serious as he felt. Which took control of his mouth. He spoke without a filter sounding a bit lost, his tone was hushed as though it was in his head, “You’re so pretty.”
Her stomach dropped. His words weren’t the smoothest, nor the most poetic, but they struck a deep chord in her. He was consumed in her face adorned with an intimate, shy expression. Biting her bottom lip, she leaned in and gave into him. He took over most of her thoughts when he was away and all her attention whether he was near or far. She was unable to deny the undeniable any longer.
Miles’s chest tightened and he could hear the heartbeat in his ears. The tension between them was palpable and the attraction didn’t need effort. Her body was shaking as her eyes began to fall shut. Licking her bottom lip, she was almost there. Anticipating her kiss, there was a dazed, heated look in his eyes. Then, the sound of an old ringtone broke the atmosphere.
The courage she had to take what she wanted vanished. Her eyes crossed in as she looked at his face, but her expression was full of disappointment.
Miles hoped she’d ignore the phone and call back, yet that was wishful thinking. The downtrodden look she held indicated their close encounter was about to end.
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May 28, 2019
Hello? Is this thing on?
So, I just figured out there's a blog button on Goodreads? How late am I? Let's not get into that. So, I don't know if I'm going to treat this as a blog, per say. I have my own blog page on my website: https://morianwatson.wixsite.com/auth... <--- There.
I may just use this to update on all things writing, and what Madeline and I have been up to with our WIPs.
With that being said, we've finished another chapter of The Artist (Which...we've been talking about on Facebook and Twitter at random, but a first here. YAY!)
We've started our 4th installment of the TWWOK series. (Gotta love the zombies)
and Mister Jackson is due out in just over 4 weeks on July 1st. (Another romantic tale)
What can I say? Beneath this chilly exterior beats the heart of a hopeless romantic, who wouldn't be caught dead doing anything romantic.
Well, I think that's it, for now! On June 1st Madeline and I will be releasing an excerpt from Mister Jackson. Before then, we will post up the back flap, blurb, book synopsis (What have you). Plus the Pre-order sale is only .99 cents until June 26th!
Have a great day!
I may just use this to update on all things writing, and what Madeline and I have been up to with our WIPs.
With that being said, we've finished another chapter of The Artist (Which...we've been talking about on Facebook and Twitter at random, but a first here. YAY!)
We've started our 4th installment of the TWWOK series. (Gotta love the zombies)
and Mister Jackson is due out in just over 4 weeks on July 1st. (Another romantic tale)
What can I say? Beneath this chilly exterior beats the heart of a hopeless romantic, who wouldn't be caught dead doing anything romantic.
Well, I think that's it, for now! On June 1st Madeline and I will be releasing an excerpt from Mister Jackson. Before then, we will post up the back flap, blurb, book synopsis (What have you). Plus the Pre-order sale is only .99 cents until June 26th!
Have a great day!
