Cara Dee's Blog, page 6
November 20, 2013
38 – work in progress
A novel I’m working on 
Meet Elizabeth Reed
Elizabeth was late. As usual. This time to her own birthday dinner, although she’d much rather stay home and hide under the covers. Turning thirty-eight was only okay if you felt accomplished—in every aspect of your life—and Elizabeth hadn’t crossed off all the things on her list of milestones.
Weren’t men supposed to love women without baggage?
There was no ex-husband lurking around the corner, and there were no children to scare away any future man. There was, however, a master’s in journalism, a fairly impressive resume, and a backbone. That combo seemed to repel men just fine. No need to add a divorce to that pile of “I’m independent, so I don’t need a man.”
Rounding a corner, she finally caught sight of the restaurant where she was meeting her friends. She’d taken the Metro from where she lived in Old Town to Penn Quarter, and she had every intention of sleeping in Tessa’s guest room tonight. She lived in this neighborhood, and Elizabeth wanted to get drunk enough to forget today ever existed in her calendar.
“Elizabeth!”
About to open the door to the restaurant, she turned to see who had called her name. She grinned when she saw Ryan walking briskly toward her.
Ryan Maxwell had everything Elizabeth wanted in a man—except for an interest in her.
Too bad he didn’t find size fourteen attractive in a woman. Elizabeth sighed internally. Not that she knew what kind of woman Ryan went for; he kept his dating life separate from their circle of friends. But she could imagine tall blondes—skinny, of course—on his arm, not a fun-sized food critic who declared war with her scale every Monday morning.
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“In public we tell her how happy we are for her. In private, we hope she has an ugly baby.”
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“I don’t want to go to whatever.com and find my perfect match!”
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“I cry, you know.”
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“No, during the ’90s, I listened to Spin Doctors and thought I was alternative.”
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And let’s meet Ryan Maxwell:
Ryan watched, amused, as Elizabeth peeked into the gift bag. Inside the restaurant, he could see the rest of their group waiting, but he wasn’t about to rush this. Being friends with Elizabeth gave him the real person, and it was worth watching.
When they’d met through a mutual friend a few years ago, Ryan had been introduced to a shy and reserved woman. She was informal, too polite, and kind of stiff. He’d been drawn to her beauty—her heart-shaped face framed by dark, shoulder-length hair, light green eyes, soft curves…and let’s face it, stellar tits and a spectacular ass…but her personality: no. No way in hell.
Now, though? Now she’d changed. Or rather, Ryan wasn’t a stranger anymore, so Elizabeth allowed him to see the real her. The woman who probably invented sarcasm, who crossed her eyes and stuck out her tongue behind the backs of rude waiters, who sometimes laughed until she cried, who could spend a fortune on shoes but complained about the cost of Nutella, who could only watch sports if there was a crowd to rile her up, and who hated coffee but loved tiramisu.
Unfortunately, she was happy to be single. She was one of those who preferred to be an aunt instead of a mom.
It was only recently Ryan had started thinking about settling down. He’d spent the past twenty years building his company, and it was first now he wanted more. The traditional family life. It appealed to him. He even had plans to cut back on his travels.
Once upon a time, he’d been the personal trainer who couchsurfed in order to save up for more education. Then he’d become the massage therapist who could barely afford a rat nest of a studio. Then he studied business. Then law. And he started building his fitness empire. Now, approaching the age of forty-two, he could soon sit back and enjoy it all. There were people to do his bidding.
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“The one who demands perfection ends up disappointed. I’m not perfect. I’m human.”
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“Is this where I agree with you and say all men are pricks?”
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“Hold up. He knew your favorite soda was Diet Coke, so he ordered it for you, but it was offensive of him to presume it was what you wanted because it might’ve implied that he thinks you’re fat? Did I get that right? Oh, Christ.”
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“If something doesn’t taste quite right, I add more ketchup. The answer is always ketchup.”
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“We want to feel needed. Think about that next time you open a jar. Perhaps you can pretend you’re not strong enough to do it.”
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Stay tuned for more info
November 12, 2013
Touch of Trouble – release date!
Finally!
It wasn’t as easy as I first thought it would be to write Kayla’s book, but now I’m done–at last The second draft is with my editor right now, and we also have a release date.
So, in the middle of last-minute Thanksgiving preps, I hope you’ll take the time to head on over to Amazon and buy Touch of Trouble (the fourth book in the Touch Series.)
Info
Release on Amazon: November 27th (I’ll obviously post links when it’s up.)
Word count: about 25 000 (Novella.)
Price: $2.99
Don’t have a Kindle? That’s all right. If you have a smartphone, a Nook, any kind of tablet where you can download apps, a computer…you can download the Kindle Reader for free. Just go to Amazon.com and search “Kindle reader.” It’s very easy.
A small excerpt
Kayla Brandon
Mark snickers and folds his arms across his chest. His end of Brayden’s leash is looped around his hand. “You biting off a bit more than you can chew, hon?”
“Who is?” And welcome to the show, Cade Kingsley. Both he and Dylan appear behind Mark, who shifts to the side to make room. This is just great. Insert eye-roll. “Little Kayla?” He cocks a pierced brow at me. “And here I was, thinking she’s always a good girl.”
Daddy lets out a gruff laugh and hugs me from behind. “That’s funny.” Oh yeah, a real crack-up. I scowl at the ground in an attempt to hide my flushing cheeks. “Wasn’t that funny, baby girl?” Dipping down, he nips at my neck while his large hands roam my upper thighs, slowly bunching up my already-short dress. “If only Cade knew just how much trouble you could be, huh?”
“Nah, I don’t believe it for a second.” Cade smirks in challenge.
“Well, this looks like fun…” Mark grins. “But Evangeline has a date with my new cane.” I hadn’t noticed it, but now I see his toy bag at his feet. “And Brayden’s dying to try a new plug.”
Even in the darkness of the club, it’s easy to see the fire spreading over Brayden’s cheeks, but I remember Evangeline telling me when we spoke on the phone over the holidays that humiliation turns him on.
After wishing us a nice evening—and promising that Evangeline and I can catch up later—Mark steers his subs toward the Cave and the scening stalls there.
“Why don’t we take this to the private booth?” Daddy suggests, and I wish my name for the booth—the Cabana—would catch on. ‘Cause it really looks like a cabana! A dark and gothic one, with velvet fabrics hanging down, offering complete seclusion and an erotic atmosphere. It’s big, too—eight or nine people would fit. Well, if they’re as small as me. Maybe six Nicholas’s? “Come on, baby girl.” Before I know it, Daddy picks me up and positions me on his hip. “I think you’re done running around for tonight.”
I squeak and try to pull down my dress, but Daddy clearly doesn’t want that. “I’m not wearing any panties,” I whine. “Everyone can see my bottom.”
“It’s a very gorgeous little bottom.” He squeezes it for emphasis, and I wince from the walloping this morning. Daddy laughs, the evil dummy.
With a hmph, I look over his shoulder, then giggle when Dylan crosses his light blue eyes and sticks his tongue out at me. Always the clown. Always the one who demands to see people in a good mood. He recently moved to San Francisco, yet it took no effort for him at all to find his place in our group. He’s very outgoing, a people person like me.
“Here we go.” Daddy has my attention again as he pulls the velvet aside and enters the private booth. “You and Dylan can sit over there.” He nudges me toward left corner of the booth while Cade points for Dylan to take the right. “We’ll be right back with drinks. And behave, Kayla.” Stern look.
“Okay—but, Daddy? May I please have a new lollipop? A strawberry one?” I just love that little addition to the menu, and surprisingly, it was Mark who had thought of it. He does the inventory—and the alcohol and snack orders—being in charge of the bars and all. I thought it was very sweet of him to think of the Littles. However, it’s disturbing that he also put ginger root, lemon slices, salt, mint oil, and wasabi on the menu, all parts of chemical play.
Daddy called it genius and added Tabasco.
Evangeline said Ow. Then she probably came.
“We’ll see if I’m in a rewarding mood later.” Daddy winks, then takes off with a chuckling Cade.
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Until the 27th,
Cara
August 13, 2013
To my readers
When I woke up this morning, it was kind of impossible not to notice how my sales on Aftermath had sky-rocketed. Overnight. And I don’t think you know how happy it’s made me! This post…I just want to thank you. Thank you, everyone who has read, and thank you…thank you, thank you…to those who pimp out this little tale.
I would love to know whenever someone reviews my stories on other sites than Amazon and Goodreads. Whether it’s well-known book blogs or the individual Twitter pimp, I would like the opportunity to thank you Self-publishing…it’s all a cutthroat business, right? And I get how important the reviewer is to the writer. Word of mouth matters the most. So, if you see any of my stories being reviewed out there, feel free to tag me so I can show my appreciation. Perhaps I can help out in return; either with pimping or giveaways
@CaraWritesFic on Twitter – Cara Writes on Facebook. (Only for you who are 18+)
Aftermath on Amazon
xoxo,
Cara
August 7, 2013
Aftermath available on Amazon
August 6, 2013
Aftermath is now available!
Aftermath is now available on my website – www.caradeewrites.net
And it will be available on Amazon in the next 24 hours or so I’ll post a link when it’s up.
~Cara
August 1, 2013
Aftermath on Goodreads
If you’re on Goodreads and you plan to read Aftermath, don’t forget to add it to your shelves
Link HERE.
6 days to go!
July 29, 2013
Countdown: 8 days
Austin Huntley and Cameron Nash are like night and day. One is a family man, works in a nice office, drives an expensive car, and is content to be content. The other one is an antisocial car mechanic with a short fuse.
Some things don’t change. Others definitely do.
After surviving a five-month long kidnapping together, they struggle to return to normalcy, all while realizing that they’re more drawn to each other than they ever could’ve imagined.
“I know I’m not normal, but I’m not fucking stupid.”
“Define normal,” Austin countered quietly, meeting Cam in the doorway. “And for not being normal, you’re the only person in the world who makes sense right now. What does that say about me?”
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Warning: This story contains violence and scenes of an explicit, erotic nature between two men and is intended for adults, 18+.
Word count: 60 000 (novel)
Release date: August 7th (on my website)
Formats: PDF and MOBI (For Kindle users.)
AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER HERE
Or you can wait a couple weeks until it’s available on Amazon, too
July 17, 2013
Touch Series on Amazon!
It happened a little earlier than I thought it would I mean, I waited for months for the IRS to reply, but Amazon only took a few weeks LOL. Regardless, the three first books in the Touch Series are now uploaded on Amazon.
You can find them here:
#1 Look but Don’t Touch (previously titled Daddy’s Touch)
#2 Twice the Touch (previously titled Master’s Touch)
On the Offensive is also on its way to Amazon; I’ll post a link as soon as I get it And Aftermath will end up there mid-August, like I said in an earlier post.
That said, my books will still be available on www.caradeewrites.net, mostly because not everyone has an Amazon account and because those of us who live in the EU often have to pay extra for VAT on Amazon.
~Cara
July 14, 2013
Aftermath available for pre-order!
Austin Huntley and Cameron Nash are like night and day. One is a family man, works in a nice office, drives an expensive car, and is content to be content. The other one is an antisocial car mechanic with a short fuse.
Some things don’t change. Others definitely do.
After surviving a five-months long kidnapping together, they struggle to return to normalcy, all while realizing that they’re more drawn to each other than they ever could’ve imagined.
“I know I’m not normal, but I’m not fucking stupid.”
“Define normal,” Austin countered quietly, meeting Cam in the doorway. “And for not being normal, you’re the only person in the world who makes sense right now. What does that say about me?”
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Warning: This story contains violence and scenes of an explicit, erotic nature between two men and is intended for adults, 18+.
Word count: 60 000 (novel)
Release date: August 7th
Formats: PDF and MOBI (For Kindle users.)
AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER HERE
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To those waiting for my stories to end up on Amazon, I can finally say that I will upload them in mid-August, and that includes Look but Don’t Touch, Twice the Touch, Touch to Surrender, and Aftermath.
