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Stronger with You Teaser #2

The second teaser from ‘Stronger with You’ which is book 2 in the ‘With You’ trilogy.

Stronger with You Teaser #1

Originally posted here.

The first teaser from 'Stronger with You' which is book 2 in the 'With You' trilogy.

Stronger with You Teaser #1

The first teaser from ‘Stronger with You’ which is book 2 in the ‘With You’ trilogy.

Interview with Jason

Jason dropped by Thesubclubbooks.com yesterday to have a chat with them. The original interview can be found here. I want to say a big thank you to Emily for giving me the opportunity to do this. It was truly great fun getting into Jason’s head a bit more than normal.

Hello Jason, Thank You for sitting down to chat with me.

No worries, I’m glad to be here.

So, let’s talk about you pre-Jamie. What were you like with women? You seemed to have quite the reputation.

I don’t think there was a me before Jamie. I wasn’t the same, let’s leave it at that. It’s not something I care to revisit.

When you realized Jamie wasn’t as experienced as yourself, what were your thoughts? Did you feel a sense of ownership towards her?

My thoughts? I don’t think I had any. My brain shut down for a few seconds. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.

I wouldn’t call it ownership. She’s mine, always will be, but its Jamie that owns me. I’ll admit that it did make me damn sure that nobody else was ever having her.

The incident where you found out what Jamie’s brothers were like towards her, you bailed without even a word. If you could go back what would you do differently?

(Jason grimaces) I would have stayed and kissed away every single bit of her pain.

I have to say Jason, you really know how to get a girl to come out of her shell. Do you find “Homework” for Jamie to do often? Care to share one?

I’m glad you approve. Jamie’s “homework” was about getting comfortable with herself. Our recent ventures are more about exploring outside of the comfort zone. I’m sure you’ll hear about it soon enough.

When you saw Jamie with Duff at the bar, why was your instant reaction to think she wanted anyone else?

(Jason clenches his teeth) We were pretty new at the time and only just started really getting to know each other. She came across as really sweet and innocent but the thought had crossed my mind that she was too good to be true. She wouldn’t have been the first woman in my life to fuck me over.

Since you never did relationships before, why were you willing to just take a beating from her brother?

I can take a beating. I’d do that for anybody I cared about, but with anybody else I would have made damn sure the other guy came out worse off.

The fights that you had with Craig in the past, were they official MMA fights or underground?

They were official. I doubt Craig’s ever been involved with that shit.

When you found Jamie after the Duff incident, what were you feeling?

Like I could rip that fucker’s head off with my bare hands. Still might. Most of all though, I knew I’d let her down; I should have been there.

Why didn’t you tell her brothers since she didn’t want to report him?

My number one priority was, and will always be, Jamie. She needed me and I wasn’t about to let her go through that on her own. If she didn’t want to tell them, then that was her decision. After the shit they put her through, they lost the right to be there for her. That’s my job now

What are your hopes for your future with Jamie?

My plans have never extended further than getting my doctorate and getting a kick ass job. Now that my future involves Jamie, and I’m certain it does, I don’t care what the future holds as long as it’s with her.

Sudden Death

Craziest thing a woman has ever requested during sex?

I’m not too keen on thinking about women before Jamie, she doesn’t need to know and I don’t want to be reminded. That leaves me with picking something Jamie has done, and everything that girl does drives my crazy.

Ass man or Tit man?

When it comes to Jamie, there’s no way to choose.

Favorite junk food?

Does chocolate count? I’d spill my soul to that girl just to watch her lick chocolate off her lips.

Liquor or beer?

Neither.

Favorite quote?

“Life comes from physical survival, but the good life comes from what we care about “– Rollo May

Swedish summer

Originally posted at rjsable.wordpress.com.
I’ve been on holiday in southern Sweden this past week and it has been pure heaven with a lot of time to plan chapters and scenes for book 3 (yes book 2 is pretty much finished). We’ve had great weather, beautiful views, fantastic racer/MTB rides, and even better company.

This happy time has left me inclined to share a few teasers for book to in the With You trilogy: Stronger with You. These will be coming in the next week or so.

Swedish summer

I’ve been on holiday in southern Sweden this past week and it has been pure heaven with a lot of time to plan chapters and scenes for book 3 (yes book 2 is pretty much finished). We’ve had great weather, beautiful views, fantastic racer/MTB rides, and even better company.

This happy time has left me inclined to share a few teasers for book to in the With You trilogy: Stronger with You. These will be coming in the next week or so.

Dipping my toes in the pond

I never expected to be writing a blog post like this. I never expected to be sitting here grinning at my computer screen.

I read a lot as a child but lost interest as a teenager. However, I got caught up in the Shades of Grey phenomenon and reignited the passion for the written word that had lain dormant since then.

I read book after book, amassing a count of 200 books read within 8 months. I’ve always been the sort of person that, when reading a good book, can’t put it down. Even if I come to the end of the chapter, I still need to continue to the end of the book. This often leads to me lying on the sofa at 4am, nose deep in my Kindle (which is only bested by my Mac in my list of favourite possessions), even though I need to be up at 6.

What I found though, whilst reading all these books, was that even when I enjoyed the book immensely, I always thought to myself “that’s not how I would have done it” or “I wish this or that had happened.”

This lead me to start writing my own story. I used to have a job where I worked 36 hour shifts with very few hours of sleep. The job was not work-intensive so I found myself with many hours of emptiness which needed to be filled. To entertain myself, I would make up stories about Jamie-Lea.

Jamie-Lea was my imaginary friend as a child. I’m fairly certain her name stems from the fact that I lived on Dairylea cream cheese when I was young. I also always wanted older brothers, not sure why. Although I doubt I ever wanted brothers like Jamie has. (I have a younger brother who I wouldn’t change for the world.)

Writing the book was an awesome experience. It never went as I planned. The chapters I had imagined never came to fruition because when I wrote the words, they were never true to the characters. I found that I had to be vague in my planning because often I would find my fingers moving seemingly of their own accord over the keyboard and writing things I hadn’t even thought of before they appeared on the screen.

I wrote the book simply for my own enjoyment. I never expected to publish it. I got so much out of watching my characters become real. That was all I needed. I honestly dream about the characters as if they were real people.

A few people very close to me read the story and I was amazed that they actually enjoyed it. Granted my mum is bound to be biased; she liked the misshapen pottery I used to bring home and claimed they were works of art.

In the end, I figured I’d put it up there and see what happened. I decided that if just one person gave it five stars and enjoyed it, I would be happy. And I am. More than I can say with simple words. The first five star review made me squeal with happiness and float on air the entire day. The reviewer had understood the characters exactly as they were in my head. I am eternally grateful to each and every person that reads my book, whether they like it or not.

Writing is something incredibly personal to me. It feels like I’m exposing my soul for all to see but I’m still glad it’s out there. Whether my book reaches 10 people or 100, I will still be appreciative of each and every reader who took the time to read a part of me.

If anyone has any questions about the book, characters, or what is to come, I’d be more than happy to answer.

Dipping my toes in the pond

I never expected to be writing a blog post like this. I never expected to be sitting here grinning at my computer screen.

I read a lot as a child but lost interest as a teenager. However, I got caught up in the Shades of Grey phenomenon and reignited the passion for the written word that had lain dormant since then.

I read book after book, amassing a count of 200 books read within 8 months. I've always been the sort of person that, when reading a good book, can't put it down. Even if I come to the end of the chapter, I still need to continue to the end of the book. This often leads to me lying on the sofa at 4am, nose deep in my Kindle (which is only bested by my Mac in my list of favourite possessions), even though I need to be up at 6.

What I found though, whilst reading all these books, was that even when I enjoyed the book immensely, I always thought to myself "that's not how I would have done it" or "I wish this or that had happened."

This lead me to start writing my own story. I used to have a job where I worked 36 hour shifts with very few hours of sleep. The job was not work-intensive so I found myself with many hours of emptiness which needed to be filled. To entertain myself, I would make up stories about Jamie-Lea.

Jamie-Lea was my imaginary friend as a child. I'm fairly certain her name stems from the fact that I lived on Dairylea cream cheese when I was young. I also always wanted older brothers, not sure why. Although I doubt I ever wanted brothers like Jamie has. (I have a younger brother who I wouldn't change for the world.)

Writing the book was an awesome experience. It never went as I planned. The chapters I had imagined never came to fruition because when I wrote the words, they were never true to the characters. I found that I had to be vague in my planning because often I would find my fingers moving seemingly of their own accord over the keyboard and writing things I hadn't even thought of before they appeared on the screen.

I wrote the book simply for my own enjoyment. I never expected to publish it. I got so much out of watching my characters become real. That was all I needed. I honestly dream about the characters as if they were real people.

A few people very close to me read the story and I was amazed that they actually enjoyed it. Granted my mum is bound to be biased; she liked the misshapen pottery I used to bring home and claimed they were works of art.

In the end, I figured I'd put it up there and see what happened. I decided that if just one person gave it five stars and enjoyed it, I would be happy. And I am. More than I can say with simple words. The first five star review made me squeal with happiness and float on air the entire day. The reviewer had understood the characters exactly as they were in my head. I am eternally grateful to each and every person that reads my book, whether they like it or not.

Writing is something incredibly personal to me. It feels like I'm exposing my soul for all to see but I'm still glad it's out there. Whether my book reaches 10 people or 100, I will still be appreciative of each and every reader who took the time to read a part of me.

If anyone has any questions about the book, characters, or what is to come, I'd be more than happy to answer.

/RJ