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July 28, 2014
Harkham's Case Teaser #4
Teaser 4: From chapter 7, Harkham’s Case (Mari and Adam’s conversation)
Adam buried his face in Mari’s shirt to replace that smell with something good. “She really doesn’t like me,” he said, muffled by her clothing.“She doesn’t like anybody but herself. It’s a deficiency she was born with and runs in her family.” Mari rested her chin on his head and placed a small kiss on his crown.“Like vitamin K?”She sniffed and barked a laugh. “Yeah, exactly vitamin K—for Kendra.”He looked up at her, beaming all the while. “I like you.”“I like you too,” she said with a humorous hint of a chuckle.“More than anybody,” he added.She ran her fingers over his forehead and pushed his bangs back. “There’s no end to your goodness, is there?”“No.” He paused and pursed his lips a little, hoping she’d kiss him. “And I like to share it with you.”“That’s pissing it away. Spend it somewhere it can do some real damage.” She ran her fingers through his hair, starting at his forehead.“I’m not supposed to cause damage.” He frowned.
“There you go—being all perfect like an angel again.”
Adam buried his face in Mari’s shirt to replace that smell with something good. “She really doesn’t like me,” he said, muffled by her clothing.“She doesn’t like anybody but herself. It’s a deficiency she was born with and runs in her family.” Mari rested her chin on his head and placed a small kiss on his crown.“Like vitamin K?”She sniffed and barked a laugh. “Yeah, exactly vitamin K—for Kendra.”He looked up at her, beaming all the while. “I like you.”“I like you too,” she said with a humorous hint of a chuckle.“More than anybody,” he added.She ran her fingers over his forehead and pushed his bangs back. “There’s no end to your goodness, is there?”“No.” He paused and pursed his lips a little, hoping she’d kiss him. “And I like to share it with you.”“That’s pissing it away. Spend it somewhere it can do some real damage.” She ran her fingers through his hair, starting at his forehead.“I’m not supposed to cause damage.” He frowned.
“There you go—being all perfect like an angel again.”
July 26, 2014
Harkham's Case Teaser #3
This has always been one of my favorite Adam scenes in the story. It always makes me smile each time I read it. Enjoy!
Teaser 3: From chapter 5, Harkham’s Case (Mari and Adam’s conversation)
“Mari . . .”“Hmm?” She looked over her shoulder, then back at Adam.“If you kiss me, I won’t tell anybody, and nobody will know. Most of the students are gone. And I think . . . I think it will make you feel better, since you kind of have some sadness in your eyes.” His right leg shook. This was a lie. He never lied. That was unjust. But he needed this more than any hand holding—more than a donut or soda. He’d fold in half and die if she refused. Now his other leg shook. “Please . . .”“No tongue though, okay?” The right half of her lips quirked up and there was some playfulness in her eyes.The joy inside him was pounding its way into that sore spot but also doubling his heart-rate as well.“One, fat, sloppy kiss coming up,” she said.“Sloppy? But I—” His heart sunk as it continued to speed up.There was no time for rebuttals, because her lips were on his, but it was unsatisfying because she refrained from touching him anywhere else.With one big step, he was smooshed up against her. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her even closer.This was much better than a handshake. Was this why his mom and dad used to hug and kiss each other all the time? This reflected those odd, unnameable feelings he had when Zach showed him that video with naked people in it. They all made sounds.Oh no. He was making those sounds right now, and his hips were moving.His hips were in control, not the numbers.In his next breath, he had her up against the back of her Jeep. He pinned her with his entire body. But she hugged him back, so did this mean it was all okay?He broke the kiss. Talking was necessary.“It hurts, Mari. It’s really, really sore. It’s sore, and I know what I’m supposed to do to end it, but I can’t do that in front of you, and I don’t think I’ll make it ‘til I get home. Can you help me?”“Sore here?” She placed her hand over his heart and smiled.Was she teasing him?“Please. It really hurts,” he begged, placing his forehead against hers and rubbing their heads together since he couldn’t rub her in the places he really wanted to.He moved his hips up once more so she could feel where he was sore.It twitched in his pants. She had to know.
Teaser 3: From chapter 5, Harkham’s Case (Mari and Adam’s conversation)
“Mari . . .”“Hmm?” She looked over her shoulder, then back at Adam.“If you kiss me, I won’t tell anybody, and nobody will know. Most of the students are gone. And I think . . . I think it will make you feel better, since you kind of have some sadness in your eyes.” His right leg shook. This was a lie. He never lied. That was unjust. But he needed this more than any hand holding—more than a donut or soda. He’d fold in half and die if she refused. Now his other leg shook. “Please . . .”“No tongue though, okay?” The right half of her lips quirked up and there was some playfulness in her eyes.The joy inside him was pounding its way into that sore spot but also doubling his heart-rate as well.“One, fat, sloppy kiss coming up,” she said.“Sloppy? But I—” His heart sunk as it continued to speed up.There was no time for rebuttals, because her lips were on his, but it was unsatisfying because she refrained from touching him anywhere else.With one big step, he was smooshed up against her. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her even closer.This was much better than a handshake. Was this why his mom and dad used to hug and kiss each other all the time? This reflected those odd, unnameable feelings he had when Zach showed him that video with naked people in it. They all made sounds.Oh no. He was making those sounds right now, and his hips were moving.His hips were in control, not the numbers.In his next breath, he had her up against the back of her Jeep. He pinned her with his entire body. But she hugged him back, so did this mean it was all okay?He broke the kiss. Talking was necessary.“It hurts, Mari. It’s really, really sore. It’s sore, and I know what I’m supposed to do to end it, but I can’t do that in front of you, and I don’t think I’ll make it ‘til I get home. Can you help me?”“Sore here?” She placed her hand over his heart and smiled.Was she teasing him?“Please. It really hurts,” he begged, placing his forehead against hers and rubbing their heads together since he couldn’t rub her in the places he really wanted to.He moved his hips up once more so she could feel where he was sore.It twitched in his pants. She had to know.
July 24, 2014
Harkham's Case Teaser #2
Teaser 2: From chapter 3, Harkham’s Case (Mari and Adam’s conversation)
Feet shuffled around Adam, and voices echoed in the corners of his ears, but they were indecipherable.As he slipped into that state where there was nothing but numbers, out of nowhere, a soothing voice called out to him. “If I take your hand and stay with you, you have to behave, Adam. I’m here for you, but you need to calm down.”He glanced up. She was here!The numbers flashed before his eyes, but grew to a whisper in his head.He blinked to clear them away completely.“Are you Mari?”She smiled. “I am. And you’re Adam, my friend.”“I don’t have any friends.” His heart froze. She didn’t really like him. The only reason Mari was here was because he had gotten so bad Sam needed help, and she must not have been able to find Zach.But when Mari took his hand, his heart beat again, and the numbers dissolved completely.“You do now, because we both like each other, so that makes us friends.” Mari’s voice was softer than her hand.
How was that possible? She was like a softness he wanted to hold and sniff and know well.
Feet shuffled around Adam, and voices echoed in the corners of his ears, but they were indecipherable.As he slipped into that state where there was nothing but numbers, out of nowhere, a soothing voice called out to him. “If I take your hand and stay with you, you have to behave, Adam. I’m here for you, but you need to calm down.”He glanced up. She was here!The numbers flashed before his eyes, but grew to a whisper in his head.He blinked to clear them away completely.“Are you Mari?”She smiled. “I am. And you’re Adam, my friend.”“I don’t have any friends.” His heart froze. She didn’t really like him. The only reason Mari was here was because he had gotten so bad Sam needed help, and she must not have been able to find Zach.But when Mari took his hand, his heart beat again, and the numbers dissolved completely.“You do now, because we both like each other, so that makes us friends.” Mari’s voice was softer than her hand.
How was that possible? She was like a softness he wanted to hold and sniff and know well.
July 22, 2014
Harkham's Case teaser #1
Time for teasers, until the release of this story on August 15th. I can't wait! Until then, enjoy...
Teaser 1: From chapter 1, Harkham’s Case (Mari and Adam’s conversation)
“I like you,” he whispered, but it was a loud, scratchy whisper Mari was sure the whole class heard, including the teacher. “You’re nice to sit by. This is a good spot. You were smart to pick it.”“Thank you,” she whispered back, much quieter.He smiled bigger and his shoulders rose a little.Wow—he was adorable when he grinned like that with a childlike innocence that was so authentic, it made her heart expand in her ribcage.“Do you like me?” he asked. “It’s okay—you can tell me. I won’t tell anyone your answer.”“Uhhh . . . Sure.”She picked up her pencil and began tapping it. Her gaze went to the teacher, but for several minutes she was sure the boy next to her, seated on the right, was still focused entirely on her.An electric current must have been moving over her arms, because it was breaking out in chills and the hair follicles were almost on end. But not in a scared way. More like . . . Well, she didn’t know what.This was all new to her.All she knew was it was hard to take notes and concentrate with him doing that.“You have nice eyes. They tell me you like me, so I know you’re telling the truth. Thanks for that,” he said.
Teaser 1: From chapter 1, Harkham’s Case (Mari and Adam’s conversation)
“I like you,” he whispered, but it was a loud, scratchy whisper Mari was sure the whole class heard, including the teacher. “You’re nice to sit by. This is a good spot. You were smart to pick it.”“Thank you,” she whispered back, much quieter.He smiled bigger and his shoulders rose a little.Wow—he was adorable when he grinned like that with a childlike innocence that was so authentic, it made her heart expand in her ribcage.“Do you like me?” he asked. “It’s okay—you can tell me. I won’t tell anyone your answer.”“Uhhh . . . Sure.”She picked up her pencil and began tapping it. Her gaze went to the teacher, but for several minutes she was sure the boy next to her, seated on the right, was still focused entirely on her.An electric current must have been moving over her arms, because it was breaking out in chills and the hair follicles were almost on end. But not in a scared way. More like . . . Well, she didn’t know what.This was all new to her.All she knew was it was hard to take notes and concentrate with him doing that.“You have nice eyes. They tell me you like me, so I know you’re telling the truth. Thanks for that,” he said.
July 21, 2014
Cover reveal for Harkham's Case!
A big whopping THANK YOU!!! to all those who participated in the cover reveal. It means so much to me! And I'm beyond excited to publish Harkham's Case and share it with new readers on August 15! I also want to thank Mayhem Cover Creations for doing such a marvelous job on this cover--as usual! She really captured the feel of this story and what my characters, Adam and Mari, look like. So stunning!
Here's the summary for this unique love story:
Mari squinted. “Well, if it’s not Asperger’s, then what is it?”Samara paused before answering and gripped the door handle. “We don’t know what Adam has. He was the first documented case. For now, he’s called Harkham’s Case number one.”Mari smiled as a tear leaked out. “Okay.” But nothing was. This changed everything. He really wasn’t normal.“He needs you, Mari. I’m not sure why or how he even decided that. It took years before he’d let Dad touch him.”Mari pulled over on the side of the road. “Years? His own father?” “Dustin’s not his biological father. It’s complicated,” Samara said, turning her head to look out her side window.“Okay, it’s complicated. Whose family isn’t?”“Ours is more than the Brady Bunch. There’s no laughs when somebody breaks their nose from a football, because Adam can be taken away from us, and we’re all he has left,” Samara repliedMari gripped Samara’s arm. “Tell me. He’s dragged me into this—I need to know.”
Adam Latham looks like any other charming, good-looking high school senior, but underneath—there’s a lot more to him than anyone could ever guess. He has an uncontrollable need for constant touch to ground him, to keep the numbers from invading his brain when anxiety gets the better of him.When Adam resolves to finally complete high school and get his diploma, the social demands amongst his younger peers prove to be much more challenging than he’d imagined.Lucky for him, his first class holds Marissa Cole, and she’s willing to let him hold her hand so he can keep control. Adam’s family sees him as a danger to himself if not strictly regulated, but to Mari he’s a boy with the most pure soul. One so intriguing, she can’t resist him and he quickly steals her heart.How will she cope when he invades her world and turns her life upside down, unearthing her own past traumas and issues? Will Adam find a way to help her find peace and forgiveness through love, or will their own problems keep them apart?
There’s only one way to find out—to forge ahead and discover what it means to reinvent themselves together, becoming their own special kind of individuals worthy of each other’s love.
*Adam and I thank you for all your support and encouragement for the upcoming publishing of this story. Only 3 1/2 weeks to go. ARCs will go out around July 25th. If you want to be an ARC reviewer, email me at: chanselowell@hotmail.com. I'll be posting teasers starting tomorrow, and then every other day until the release of this unique story! Thank you!
Here's the summary for this unique love story:
Mari squinted. “Well, if it’s not Asperger’s, then what is it?”Samara paused before answering and gripped the door handle. “We don’t know what Adam has. He was the first documented case. For now, he’s called Harkham’s Case number one.”Mari smiled as a tear leaked out. “Okay.” But nothing was. This changed everything. He really wasn’t normal.“He needs you, Mari. I’m not sure why or how he even decided that. It took years before he’d let Dad touch him.”Mari pulled over on the side of the road. “Years? His own father?” “Dustin’s not his biological father. It’s complicated,” Samara said, turning her head to look out her side window.“Okay, it’s complicated. Whose family isn’t?”“Ours is more than the Brady Bunch. There’s no laughs when somebody breaks their nose from a football, because Adam can be taken away from us, and we’re all he has left,” Samara repliedMari gripped Samara’s arm. “Tell me. He’s dragged me into this—I need to know.”
Adam Latham looks like any other charming, good-looking high school senior, but underneath—there’s a lot more to him than anyone could ever guess. He has an uncontrollable need for constant touch to ground him, to keep the numbers from invading his brain when anxiety gets the better of him.When Adam resolves to finally complete high school and get his diploma, the social demands amongst his younger peers prove to be much more challenging than he’d imagined.Lucky for him, his first class holds Marissa Cole, and she’s willing to let him hold her hand so he can keep control. Adam’s family sees him as a danger to himself if not strictly regulated, but to Mari he’s a boy with the most pure soul. One so intriguing, she can’t resist him and he quickly steals her heart.How will she cope when he invades her world and turns her life upside down, unearthing her own past traumas and issues? Will Adam find a way to help her find peace and forgiveness through love, or will their own problems keep them apart?
There’s only one way to find out—to forge ahead and discover what it means to reinvent themselves together, becoming their own special kind of individuals worthy of each other’s love.
*Adam and I thank you for all your support and encouragement for the upcoming publishing of this story. Only 3 1/2 weeks to go. ARCs will go out around July 25th. If you want to be an ARC reviewer, email me at: chanselowell@hotmail.com. I'll be posting teasers starting tomorrow, and then every other day until the release of this unique story! Thank you!
July 19, 2014
Last day for fan fic version Harkham's Case
Today's the day for Homer J... And by that, I mean, today's the last day to make copies of the original fan fiction version of Harkham's Case. It's being pulled down tomorrow...
So, have it. Share it with whomever you want. Enjoy!
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8643786/1/Harkham-s-Case
So, have it. Share it with whomever you want. Enjoy!
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8643786/1/Harkham-s-Case
Harkham's Case teaser and update
Before I share the teaser, I wanted to let my readers know that I had to push the publish date back a little bit.
So, here's the new schedule for the entire series:
Harkham's Case -- August 15, 2014
Harkham's Choice -- September 15, 2014
Harkham's Corner -- October 15, 2014
You won't have to wait long for each of them. That's the best part.
Here's the long teaser I'd like to kick this off with. I'll be sharing shorter teasers leading up to the release... One more long one as well. Possibly, two.
The cover reveal for this story will be on Monday, July 21, 2014.
“Samara, can you please just tell me—what the hell is wrong with him?”Samara turned and glared with so much energy, Mari actually shrank and pressed her back up against her door.“You better rephrase that,” Samara said through a twitching jaw.“Sorry, but I know he’s got some . . .” Mari paused to phrase it better this time “. . . disabilities. I saw Mr. Perez wrote some kind of notes at the bottom of his new schedule for the teachers. I just want to know—what did it say?”“You think he’s stupid. Already, you’re putting him in with kids that have mental handicaps,” Samara said with a snort. “Why do I bother with you people?” She shook her head.“I am not! Look! I’ve got a lot of problems too. God knows I’m no saint, but I don’t think anything like that of him. He’s crazy brilliant—anybody can see that. But there’s some kind of disconnect going on. Does he have some form of Asperger’s?” She felt stupid asking that. All she knew of Asperger’s was from her sad tiny stint of reading Nicholas Spark’s novels. Dear John was not a source to quote on this sensitive topic. Samara would probably kick her ass if she mentioned Channing Tatum.“No. Nothing like that.” Samara stared out the front window, her gaze transfixed.Was she seeing something Mari didn’t?Mari squinted but all looked normal. “Well, if it’s not Asperger’s, then what is it?”Samara paused before answering and gripped the door handle. “We don’t know what he has. He was the first documented case. For now, he’s called Harkham’s Case number one.”Mari smiled as a tear leaked out. “Okay.” But nothing was. This changed everything. He really wasn’t normal.“He needs you, Mari. I’m not sure why or how he even decided that. It took years before he’d let Dad touch him.”Mari pulled over on the side of the road. “Years? His own father?” She pulled out her cigarette. Damn her mom and these stupid smoking rules. Without giving a damn how Samara felt about it, she rolled down the window and lit up.“Dustin’s not his biological father. It’s complicated,” Samara said, turning her head to look out her side window.Maybe the cigarette offended her. Tough! She was going to answer.“Okay, it’s complicated. Whose family isn’t?” Mari took a long inhale of her cigarette.“Ours is more than the Brady Bunch. There’s no laughs when somebody breaks their nose from a football, because Adam can be taken away from us, and we’re all he has left.”Mari took another long drag and tossed the rest of the cigarette out the window, then put it back up. She gripped Samara’s arm. “Tell me. He’s dragged me into this—I need to know.”Samara turned back to her, tears in her eyes. Mari released her arm. “Adam’s three years older than me. We share the same mom. When he was twelve she walked out on him and never returned. He doesn’t remember that day, but I do. Even though I was nine—I remember like it happened yesterday. He was a mess. We have no idea where she went. My dad had already been discussing adoption of Adam, but after she left he was unsure if he should proceed or not. He contacted Adam’s father, but that man couldn’t take him back. His real dad Thomas didn’t even know him anymore. His parents divorced when he was a toddler. Apparently it was too much for Thomas Matthews—Adam was a difficult child to deal with.”Mari snorted a laugh.“You think he’s clingy now? He insisted on being held in-arms at all time in public until he was six!” Samara’s eyes hardened.Mari’s face fell. “How did your family cope?”“I already told you how his dad bailed. Mom was really patient with him, but then at the age of twelve, she snapped. He seemed to stop progressing emotionally. Intellectually, he was smarter than her. Smarter than all of us, but he was hard to reason with. That’s what you’re dealing with now. A twelve-year-old trapped in a rocket scientist’s mind and in a teenage boy’s body, pumped full of hormones. When he gets upset, it triggers, and he can only think in terms of absolutes.”“Math.”“Math,” Samara confirmed with a nod.“Makes sense I suppose. If he feels unsure of himself, he turns to facts he knows are concrete.” Mari pulled the car back out on the road and started driving again. “Let me make sure I understand this—your mom carried him around all the time in public until he was six since he wouldn’t allow your dad to touch him?”“Yep.” She popped her P. “I think you can imagine we didn’t take him out much.”Mari ignored the last statement. “And does he allow your brother to touch him?”“Yeah. He asks for it at times, but Zach dislikes it in public. He puts up with it though because it beats the alternative of Adam exploding.”Samara gave her some quick directions on how to get to her home.The rest of the ride Mari spent in silence. Her mind was traveling faster than the car.“Just so you know . . . When he’s curled up in a ball, it’s usually too late. You must be special or a natural to be able to get him out of that.”“Too late for what?” Mari parked the car in front of a lavish, expansive house.It was easily twice the size of Mari’s home.“Too late for what comes next. After he crashes and caves in on himself, then he trashes the place. He’s been known to set fire to things, too.” Samara opened the car door and hopped out. “I hope you’re not afraid of him though. He never intentionally hurts anybody. He’s never left a mark on me, and I’m so dumb I get between him and danger all the time.” She smiled. “Bye!”“Wait!” Mari sucked in a deep breath. “You’ve gotta give me your phone number. I’m sure I’ll have more questions, and there might be times I get stuck and don’t know how to help him.”Samara’s grin spread. “So you’ll try to keep helping him then?”“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”“Because he’s got a serious crush on you. That kind of freaks girls out.” Samara leaned her weight into her right hip, jutting it out.Mari laughed as she thought about Kendra. “I heard you came from a small town. Somebody told me that in passing in the hallway when Adam wasn’t with me. Welcome to Phoenix—land of the heat-induced, brain-dead crazies. I’ve lived here all my life. Believe me when I say . . . I’ve seen it all. And most of that is due to my mother and her psycho friends.”Samara held out her hand for Mari’s phone, which she gladly handed over. She typed in her phone number, then passed it back.“I really hope you realize his friendship is an amazing gift.”“I think I do,” Mari said, then bit her lip, worried she was already screwing this up. What did she know about him? Not much. Samara gave her his past, but not other symptoms. What if this was only the first three items on his list of one-hundred issues?“Oh, and one more thing . . .”“Yeah?” Mari leaned toward her.“If you touch him in any way other than sisterly—I’ll break both your hands off!” And with that, Samara shut the door and wore a nasty smile that had “Killer!” written all over it.A chill raced down Mari’s back and she left before she could see what else Samara might do.
What the hell had she agreed to? And who was this nutso girl she’d just given a ride home?
So, here's the new schedule for the entire series:
Harkham's Case -- August 15, 2014
Harkham's Choice -- September 15, 2014
Harkham's Corner -- October 15, 2014
You won't have to wait long for each of them. That's the best part.
Here's the long teaser I'd like to kick this off with. I'll be sharing shorter teasers leading up to the release... One more long one as well. Possibly, two.
The cover reveal for this story will be on Monday, July 21, 2014.
“Samara, can you please just tell me—what the hell is wrong with him?”Samara turned and glared with so much energy, Mari actually shrank and pressed her back up against her door.“You better rephrase that,” Samara said through a twitching jaw.“Sorry, but I know he’s got some . . .” Mari paused to phrase it better this time “. . . disabilities. I saw Mr. Perez wrote some kind of notes at the bottom of his new schedule for the teachers. I just want to know—what did it say?”“You think he’s stupid. Already, you’re putting him in with kids that have mental handicaps,” Samara said with a snort. “Why do I bother with you people?” She shook her head.“I am not! Look! I’ve got a lot of problems too. God knows I’m no saint, but I don’t think anything like that of him. He’s crazy brilliant—anybody can see that. But there’s some kind of disconnect going on. Does he have some form of Asperger’s?” She felt stupid asking that. All she knew of Asperger’s was from her sad tiny stint of reading Nicholas Spark’s novels. Dear John was not a source to quote on this sensitive topic. Samara would probably kick her ass if she mentioned Channing Tatum.“No. Nothing like that.” Samara stared out the front window, her gaze transfixed.Was she seeing something Mari didn’t?Mari squinted but all looked normal. “Well, if it’s not Asperger’s, then what is it?”Samara paused before answering and gripped the door handle. “We don’t know what he has. He was the first documented case. For now, he’s called Harkham’s Case number one.”Mari smiled as a tear leaked out. “Okay.” But nothing was. This changed everything. He really wasn’t normal.“He needs you, Mari. I’m not sure why or how he even decided that. It took years before he’d let Dad touch him.”Mari pulled over on the side of the road. “Years? His own father?” She pulled out her cigarette. Damn her mom and these stupid smoking rules. Without giving a damn how Samara felt about it, she rolled down the window and lit up.“Dustin’s not his biological father. It’s complicated,” Samara said, turning her head to look out her side window.Maybe the cigarette offended her. Tough! She was going to answer.“Okay, it’s complicated. Whose family isn’t?” Mari took a long inhale of her cigarette.“Ours is more than the Brady Bunch. There’s no laughs when somebody breaks their nose from a football, because Adam can be taken away from us, and we’re all he has left.”Mari took another long drag and tossed the rest of the cigarette out the window, then put it back up. She gripped Samara’s arm. “Tell me. He’s dragged me into this—I need to know.”Samara turned back to her, tears in her eyes. Mari released her arm. “Adam’s three years older than me. We share the same mom. When he was twelve she walked out on him and never returned. He doesn’t remember that day, but I do. Even though I was nine—I remember like it happened yesterday. He was a mess. We have no idea where she went. My dad had already been discussing adoption of Adam, but after she left he was unsure if he should proceed or not. He contacted Adam’s father, but that man couldn’t take him back. His real dad Thomas didn’t even know him anymore. His parents divorced when he was a toddler. Apparently it was too much for Thomas Matthews—Adam was a difficult child to deal with.”Mari snorted a laugh.“You think he’s clingy now? He insisted on being held in-arms at all time in public until he was six!” Samara’s eyes hardened.Mari’s face fell. “How did your family cope?”“I already told you how his dad bailed. Mom was really patient with him, but then at the age of twelve, she snapped. He seemed to stop progressing emotionally. Intellectually, he was smarter than her. Smarter than all of us, but he was hard to reason with. That’s what you’re dealing with now. A twelve-year-old trapped in a rocket scientist’s mind and in a teenage boy’s body, pumped full of hormones. When he gets upset, it triggers, and he can only think in terms of absolutes.”“Math.”“Math,” Samara confirmed with a nod.“Makes sense I suppose. If he feels unsure of himself, he turns to facts he knows are concrete.” Mari pulled the car back out on the road and started driving again. “Let me make sure I understand this—your mom carried him around all the time in public until he was six since he wouldn’t allow your dad to touch him?”“Yep.” She popped her P. “I think you can imagine we didn’t take him out much.”Mari ignored the last statement. “And does he allow your brother to touch him?”“Yeah. He asks for it at times, but Zach dislikes it in public. He puts up with it though because it beats the alternative of Adam exploding.”Samara gave her some quick directions on how to get to her home.The rest of the ride Mari spent in silence. Her mind was traveling faster than the car.“Just so you know . . . When he’s curled up in a ball, it’s usually too late. You must be special or a natural to be able to get him out of that.”“Too late for what?” Mari parked the car in front of a lavish, expansive house.It was easily twice the size of Mari’s home.“Too late for what comes next. After he crashes and caves in on himself, then he trashes the place. He’s been known to set fire to things, too.” Samara opened the car door and hopped out. “I hope you’re not afraid of him though. He never intentionally hurts anybody. He’s never left a mark on me, and I’m so dumb I get between him and danger all the time.” She smiled. “Bye!”“Wait!” Mari sucked in a deep breath. “You’ve gotta give me your phone number. I’m sure I’ll have more questions, and there might be times I get stuck and don’t know how to help him.”Samara’s grin spread. “So you’ll try to keep helping him then?”“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”“Because he’s got a serious crush on you. That kind of freaks girls out.” Samara leaned her weight into her right hip, jutting it out.Mari laughed as she thought about Kendra. “I heard you came from a small town. Somebody told me that in passing in the hallway when Adam wasn’t with me. Welcome to Phoenix—land of the heat-induced, brain-dead crazies. I’ve lived here all my life. Believe me when I say . . . I’ve seen it all. And most of that is due to my mother and her psycho friends.”Samara held out her hand for Mari’s phone, which she gladly handed over. She typed in her phone number, then passed it back.“I really hope you realize his friendship is an amazing gift.”“I think I do,” Mari said, then bit her lip, worried she was already screwing this up. What did she know about him? Not much. Samara gave her his past, but not other symptoms. What if this was only the first three items on his list of one-hundred issues?“Oh, and one more thing . . .”“Yeah?” Mari leaned toward her.“If you touch him in any way other than sisterly—I’ll break both your hands off!” And with that, Samara shut the door and wore a nasty smile that had “Killer!” written all over it.A chill raced down Mari’s back and she left before she could see what else Samara might do.
What the hell had she agreed to? And who was this nutso girl she’d just given a ride home?
July 12, 2014
news and Harkham's Case preview
Things are moving right along... I've sent out the prereader copy to my prereaders and to my editor. I should be hearing back from all of them in about a week and a half. Then the ARCs will go out. If you'd like to be an ARC reviewer, let me know, and I'll put you down. Just send me an email: chanselowell@hotmail.com
Make sure you tell me which format you'd like: epub, mobi or pdf.
In other news for this story... I had to cut it in half. After adding several scenes and an entirely new chapter, the word length was nothing short of out of control. It was at 165K words, and I knew I still had the second half of the story to edit and add more scenes to as well, so I simply had to turn this 2 book series into 3.
Here are the names of the books in the series:
Harkham's Case
Harkham's Choice
Harkham's Corner
I will share the release dates very soon. I'm still trying to work those details out.
For now, here's a preview from the new chapter added to the published version of Harkham's Case:
Once they were out of the counselor’s office, Adam found a corner in the hallway and put Mari there.He looked her in the eye. “We’re not staying here.”“But we’re supposed to go to the library, and you just promised him . . .” Her brow scrunched a little, and her stomach tightened.“I know I told him that. And I’ll do all those things. But we’ve already been a little bad today without meaning to. Might as well keep going.” He grinned at her.“What are you up to?” she asked, her voice playful, pretending to scowl.“I like road trips.”She nodded. “O-kaaay.”“And you like them, too. I can tell.”“I do, but it’s a school day. We can’t just take off.” Her stomach clamped down a little harder. Where was he going with this?“Yes, we can. We both have passes to leave campus, so we can go.”She shuffled her feet backward, pushing herself up against the wall. Her eyes searched his face. Was he just hungry for lunch and not in the mood for cafeteria food? Was that all this was about?“I feel like you’ve got a plan here that you’re not sharing with me.” She held her breath.“I will share. I always share with you—just not now.” He tried to wink, but instead it kind of looked like he was squinting out in the sun.She chuckled. “What am I going to do with you and all of your adorableness?”“You’re going to enjoy it in the car. Now, follow me.” He grabbed her hand and strung her along in the hallway.The second he had her in his Mercedes, his lips crashed down on hers.“We’re going to make really pretty babies,” he said, cupping the back of her head, keeping his forehead resting on hers.She swallowed. “Adam . . . Any children you make will be breathtaking.” She stroked his shoulders.“I mean today. Today we’ll make a pretty baby. You’ll see.” She smiled and sighed like the world was nothing but a harmonious place to be.“Today is not gonna happen.” She shifted away from him, breaking contact.He only smirked, started the car and drove off.When they were about five minutes past his house, she turned to him. “Where are you taking us?”“Vegas.”“Uh . . .” She gripped her legs and squeezed them. “Why?”
“To get married. We’ve done what others are asking us to do, and it’s not working.” He gripped the wheel tighter and stretched his neck to the left.
Make sure you tell me which format you'd like: epub, mobi or pdf.
In other news for this story... I had to cut it in half. After adding several scenes and an entirely new chapter, the word length was nothing short of out of control. It was at 165K words, and I knew I still had the second half of the story to edit and add more scenes to as well, so I simply had to turn this 2 book series into 3.
Here are the names of the books in the series:
Harkham's Case
Harkham's Choice
Harkham's Corner
I will share the release dates very soon. I'm still trying to work those details out.
For now, here's a preview from the new chapter added to the published version of Harkham's Case:
Once they were out of the counselor’s office, Adam found a corner in the hallway and put Mari there.He looked her in the eye. “We’re not staying here.”“But we’re supposed to go to the library, and you just promised him . . .” Her brow scrunched a little, and her stomach tightened.“I know I told him that. And I’ll do all those things. But we’ve already been a little bad today without meaning to. Might as well keep going.” He grinned at her.“What are you up to?” she asked, her voice playful, pretending to scowl.“I like road trips.”She nodded. “O-kaaay.”“And you like them, too. I can tell.”“I do, but it’s a school day. We can’t just take off.” Her stomach clamped down a little harder. Where was he going with this?“Yes, we can. We both have passes to leave campus, so we can go.”She shuffled her feet backward, pushing herself up against the wall. Her eyes searched his face. Was he just hungry for lunch and not in the mood for cafeteria food? Was that all this was about?“I feel like you’ve got a plan here that you’re not sharing with me.” She held her breath.“I will share. I always share with you—just not now.” He tried to wink, but instead it kind of looked like he was squinting out in the sun.She chuckled. “What am I going to do with you and all of your adorableness?”“You’re going to enjoy it in the car. Now, follow me.” He grabbed her hand and strung her along in the hallway.The second he had her in his Mercedes, his lips crashed down on hers.“We’re going to make really pretty babies,” he said, cupping the back of her head, keeping his forehead resting on hers.She swallowed. “Adam . . . Any children you make will be breathtaking.” She stroked his shoulders.“I mean today. Today we’ll make a pretty baby. You’ll see.” She smiled and sighed like the world was nothing but a harmonious place to be.“Today is not gonna happen.” She shifted away from him, breaking contact.He only smirked, started the car and drove off.When they were about five minutes past his house, she turned to him. “Where are you taking us?”“Vegas.”“Uh . . .” She gripped her legs and squeezed them. “Why?”
“To get married. We’ve done what others are asking us to do, and it’s not working.” He gripped the wheel tighter and stretched his neck to the left.
June 29, 2014
Harkham's Case to be published
This is some of the news I shared this morning on my facebook group about my fan fiction story, Harkham's Case, which I plan to publish next month:
Hi, everyone... I know this might upset some people, but I just don't have the time to write like I used to and publish as much, so my new stories are being put on the back burner right now. And with how things have been going for me lately financially with my divorce about to be finalized, I've decided to pull down Harkham's Case in 3 weeks and publish it. This has been my most popular and unique story, so I want to share it with more people after I clean it up, add some new scenes and put it on Amazon. I hope you'll all understand this was a very difficult decision for me. I don't like pulling down my stories at all. I agonized over it and finally decided I had to do this for my family. Thanks for reading this story and here's a final outtake before the story gets taken down:
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8643786/44/Harkham-s-Case
For those of you that have never read my fan fic version, here's the synposis:
AH, OOC. “If it’s not Asperger’s, then what is it?” Alice paused before answering, “We don’t know what he has. He was the first documented case. For now, he’s called Harkham’s Case number 1.” Bella smiled as a tear leaked out. “OK.” But nothing was.
***
Here are some of the answers to the questions I've been asked today about this decision:
Are you going to finish Harkham's Corner, the sequel, on fan fiction before pulling it down?
Answer: No. I wish I could, but I simply don't have the time to do that. I need to clean up and add some scenes to Harkham's Case and get it over to my editor asap. Once that's done, then I'll be finishing up writing Harkham's Corner and sending that to my editor as well so I can get that story published by August. If I had more time at my disposal, I would finish it up on fan fic first.
When are you taking it down?
Answer: I'm taking down Harkham's Case in 3 weeks, so on July 20th, and I hope to have it published by July 31st.
Harkham's Corner will come down 2 weeks after Harkham's Case, so on August 3rd, and I hope to publish that story by August 31st.
Can I get a pdf, epub or mobi of Harkham's Case, the fan fic version?
Answer: Yes, you can. Email me and tell me which format you want it in: chanselowell@hotmail.com. I will give out free copies to anyone who asks for the fan fic version if they can't or didn't make their own copy of it while it was still up on fan fic.
Do you have a banner for the sequel, Harkham's Corner?
Answer: No, I don't. I don't know how to make them, and frankly, haven't got the time. My previous one was made my dear bff, writing buddy, Catastrophia. She no longer has time to be making banners either, so I'm just grateful she made the first one for the first story. I love it!
Please include me on your list of readers that want to be notified when the published version comes out (or, can you send me the link once it's on Amazon?).
Answer: Well, that wasn't really a question, but I appreciate it all the same. If you want to be on my list of readers or be notified when it's live, then email me and I'll very happily add you to my list: chanselowell@hotmail.com
When you do publish, can you post the title of the book on fan fiction as a new chapter so we can buy that version?
Answer: I'm sorry, but that's not possible because the fan fic version will have already been pulled down by then. I will, however, put it in my profile, so you can find the link there.
***
I hope this helps clarifies a few things. I appreciate everyone's understanding and support. And I'm so thrilled at the warm reception this story got from the beginning of its inception. It means a lot to me that this story spoke to so many people.
Hi, everyone... I know this might upset some people, but I just don't have the time to write like I used to and publish as much, so my new stories are being put on the back burner right now. And with how things have been going for me lately financially with my divorce about to be finalized, I've decided to pull down Harkham's Case in 3 weeks and publish it. This has been my most popular and unique story, so I want to share it with more people after I clean it up, add some new scenes and put it on Amazon. I hope you'll all understand this was a very difficult decision for me. I don't like pulling down my stories at all. I agonized over it and finally decided I had to do this for my family. Thanks for reading this story and here's a final outtake before the story gets taken down:
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8643786/44/Harkham-s-Case
For those of you that have never read my fan fic version, here's the synposis:
AH, OOC. “If it’s not Asperger’s, then what is it?” Alice paused before answering, “We don’t know what he has. He was the first documented case. For now, he’s called Harkham’s Case number 1.” Bella smiled as a tear leaked out. “OK.” But nothing was.
***
Here are some of the answers to the questions I've been asked today about this decision:
Are you going to finish Harkham's Corner, the sequel, on fan fiction before pulling it down?
Answer: No. I wish I could, but I simply don't have the time to do that. I need to clean up and add some scenes to Harkham's Case and get it over to my editor asap. Once that's done, then I'll be finishing up writing Harkham's Corner and sending that to my editor as well so I can get that story published by August. If I had more time at my disposal, I would finish it up on fan fic first.
When are you taking it down?
Answer: I'm taking down Harkham's Case in 3 weeks, so on July 20th, and I hope to have it published by July 31st.
Harkham's Corner will come down 2 weeks after Harkham's Case, so on August 3rd, and I hope to publish that story by August 31st.
Can I get a pdf, epub or mobi of Harkham's Case, the fan fic version?
Answer: Yes, you can. Email me and tell me which format you want it in: chanselowell@hotmail.com. I will give out free copies to anyone who asks for the fan fic version if they can't or didn't make their own copy of it while it was still up on fan fic.
Do you have a banner for the sequel, Harkham's Corner?
Answer: No, I don't. I don't know how to make them, and frankly, haven't got the time. My previous one was made my dear bff, writing buddy, Catastrophia. She no longer has time to be making banners either, so I'm just grateful she made the first one for the first story. I love it!
Please include me on your list of readers that want to be notified when the published version comes out (or, can you send me the link once it's on Amazon?).
Answer: Well, that wasn't really a question, but I appreciate it all the same. If you want to be on my list of readers or be notified when it's live, then email me and I'll very happily add you to my list: chanselowell@hotmail.com
When you do publish, can you post the title of the book on fan fiction as a new chapter so we can buy that version?
Answer: I'm sorry, but that's not possible because the fan fic version will have already been pulled down by then. I will, however, put it in my profile, so you can find the link there.
***
I hope this helps clarifies a few things. I appreciate everyone's understanding and support. And I'm so thrilled at the warm reception this story got from the beginning of its inception. It means a lot to me that this story spoke to so many people.
March 8, 2014
In his mouth, and in my mind
I realized this morning, I have yet to write about one of my newest passions—adult nursing relationships. It's amazing. The closeness, the intimacy—I can't even explain what it does to me. I crave it like mad now... Hope this short erotica somehow reflects my new-found passion for it and shares a fetish we don't hear a lot about in the BDSM world, even if it barely touches on it...
I walk into the room and hold my breath.It smells like him.It always does.I take a moment to look around the very masculine room. The deep colors and bold statements that take my breath away never fail to impress me.I couldn’t create something like this. It's so opposite of everything I am, yet it compliments every ounce of me.A soothing moment envelops me, and I finally release my breath. "Fooooohhhh."I bend at the waist, and all I can do is breathe in and out.How is this possible?How am I this turned on already and he's not even here yet?I palm the key he loaned me for the week to prove myself. Or that ‘s what he said it’s for.I had no idea what that meant. Still don't.But I want to.Prove myself to him in every way.Suddenly, instinct kicks in.I've removed my clothes, folded them and stacked them in the corner next to his rather large, intimidating bookcase filled with volumes and volumes of religious texts.For some odd reason, I'm compelled to drop into kowtow and bow down to them. Possibly because they're a part of him. A statement of who he is—always learning, stretching, growing and curious for more.If I learn to be half as disciplined, intelligent and spiritual as he is, I'll be an indomitable force.Right now, though I feel stronger than I ever have, I can still freely admit my weaknesses.I don't know what it is about him, but from the first, I was pulled by him.A moment later, I'm on my feet, bustling around.Cooking, cleaning and just soaking up his presence in the air around me.This man... This force, is everything I crave.I lick my lips, mix the batter for the cookie dough and keep going.He allowed me to buy groceries yesterday and bring them over.Today I'm going to cook him something.I'm a decent cook. I used to even say I was a great one, but in this moment, my fingers tremble and I feel less than worthy to even be in his kitchen.My nerves are misfiring and I stumble repeatedly, but his house is spotless now. Not that it was dirty when I got here, but I've added some shine to what was already fairly pristine.God, I love this man.I drop my head and drop spoonfuls of cookie dough onto the greased cookie sheet.Once they're in the oven cooking, I arrange the table with our place settings for dinner.I have no idea when he'll get here.It varies daily, and sometimes he's unable to let me know if he'll be late or not. When he's with a client, he can't just drop what he's doing to text or call. And I don't expect him to.I just love that he gives me any of his spare time he can. It's an honor to be in his life and be someone he deems important.It doesn't take long for me to finish up the cookies and have everything ready.Unsure of where to go or how to be, I simply kneel by the chair he sits in at dinner, keeping my head down and my breathing as even as possible.After what seems like an eternity, I hear the garage door opening and blood rushing in my head.He's here! My Daddy!He doesn't know I'm here...Or does he?I smile and my chest burst into a full honeyed warmth.He's my center. The reason I feel so calm, even as I kneel here, shaking."Darling," he says, sounding breathless the moment he's in the door.My smile spreads wider, and even in my kneeling position, so do my legs.I ache for him already.He stands directly next to me and runs the front of his well-polished shoe along my thigh."Beautiful," he says, his voice deep.I fight off a shiver."Thank you, Sir.""Daddy," he corrects me."Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry." It's all still new to me.I flex my fingers on my knees and wonder when I'll ever remember that he's not as strict as my previous Dom.He loves being called Daddy. I love it, too, but when I'm nervous, old habits resurface."Sorry for what? Making my evening amazing the second I stepped in the door?" He chuckles, and it sounds gritty—dirty somehow.I swallow and pull my shoulders back. My stomach tightens at the thought that tonight I'm his.I'm always his in all reality, but tonight I'll be in his hands, and I can't fucking wait!"Up, beautiful," he says, gripping my arm and helping me to standing. "And I want to see those eyes."My head snaps up and I stare into those gorgeous gray eyes."Daddy," I say, my breath catching.The top buttons on his shirt are undone, and his dark chest hair is visible and more than delicious.The deep purple of his shirt, that five o'clock shadow—fuck! I'm lucky my limbs are working at all as I rise to standing.No wonder he's helping me."Unzip me," he says when I'm facing him.Without a word, I draw it down, keeping my eyes on his."Unsnap me."I lick my lips and do that, too."If I'm not in your hands in five seconds, you'll be kissing my boots and then fucking them until you get off. You know how you'll be cleaning them as well." He pushes a finger into my mouth and fucks my tongue with it."Mmmm..." I nod and fish his hard cock out in record timing."Slowwwwer," he says, smirking.In my impatience, I was fumbling and grabbing him like a klutz.He pulls his finger out of my mouth and circles my ear with his damp fingertip."I love you," I say absentmindedly."Good girl." He steps a little closer and sways his hips back and forth. "I love my baby girl, too. I think about her all the time."My eyes water as my heart pounds. "You do?""Yes." He moves toward me, and I'm forced to back up until I'm pinned between him and the table.He grabs my ass, smacks it with his right hand, making me hiss in pleasure.The next thing I know, I'm on the table, the place setting for him shoved aside, and his mouth is on me."Give me what I really want to eat," he says.He sucks, coaxes with his tongue and explores every inch of my pussy.I never liked oral until him.He knows exactly what buttons to push and the pacing is always perfect.When I'm about to come, he stands up and simply stares at me.My eyes go wide.Why did he stop? He always wants me to come. He's not into orgasm denial."Did I do something?" I ask with the feeblest voice I've ever heard escape my lips. I'm shaking head to toe. Not because of how turned on I am, but because my stomach drops at the idea I might have disappointed him. Was he expecting me to squirt?Was he expecting me to come a long time ago?What's wrong with me? Why can't I get this right?"Yes—you’ve captured my soul, little girl, and I want it back. I want yours in return." His eyes roam over my body like he's starving for me."You have it. Always." I reach for him, and that's when he growls, leans over me and runs his tongue down my throat and then latches onto my right nipple.I squirm at the feel of his suckling mouth."Daddy—I love it when you do that."Not many people want this—but we do.We love nursing like this.The way he watches me as he suckles makes my heart speed and lodge into my throat. "So beautiful," I choke out.The way he trusts me and is so vulnerable has me falling apart.His hips angle back, and he thrusts forward in one swift move."Ahhhhh!" My back arches off the table as he shoves himself in as deep as he can go.His mouth is still on my breast, taking it in as deep as it can go as well.It's a give and take.He's inside me, and a portion of me is inside him.He can't speak since his mouth is full.But he doesn't have to.It's in his eyes—in his breath.He doeslove me, and I couldn't be more under his spell."I hope you stay right here all night," I say, beaming at him.His tongue loosens on my nipple, then he moves it back and forth over the tip, making this savoring, very pleased sound."Ah, but if I stay here all night, your dinner will spoil." He blows across the wet tip, making it tighten and my breast break out in goose bumps.He chuckles at my reaction."Yes, but I can always make another. A dinner I can replace. You and your happiness—that can't ever be replaced. It's all for you, Daddy.""That is more delicious than anything I can ever eat!"I giggle and my shoulders shake until he's kissing me all over and I can't even remember what was so funny.All I know is I'm a spoiled girl, and this night that was supposed to be about him, suddenly feels like it's all about me.Fuck. I love this man!
I walk into the room and hold my breath.It smells like him.It always does.I take a moment to look around the very masculine room. The deep colors and bold statements that take my breath away never fail to impress me.I couldn’t create something like this. It's so opposite of everything I am, yet it compliments every ounce of me.A soothing moment envelops me, and I finally release my breath. "Fooooohhhh."I bend at the waist, and all I can do is breathe in and out.How is this possible?How am I this turned on already and he's not even here yet?I palm the key he loaned me for the week to prove myself. Or that ‘s what he said it’s for.I had no idea what that meant. Still don't.But I want to.Prove myself to him in every way.Suddenly, instinct kicks in.I've removed my clothes, folded them and stacked them in the corner next to his rather large, intimidating bookcase filled with volumes and volumes of religious texts.For some odd reason, I'm compelled to drop into kowtow and bow down to them. Possibly because they're a part of him. A statement of who he is—always learning, stretching, growing and curious for more.If I learn to be half as disciplined, intelligent and spiritual as he is, I'll be an indomitable force.Right now, though I feel stronger than I ever have, I can still freely admit my weaknesses.I don't know what it is about him, but from the first, I was pulled by him.A moment later, I'm on my feet, bustling around.Cooking, cleaning and just soaking up his presence in the air around me.This man... This force, is everything I crave.I lick my lips, mix the batter for the cookie dough and keep going.He allowed me to buy groceries yesterday and bring them over.Today I'm going to cook him something.I'm a decent cook. I used to even say I was a great one, but in this moment, my fingers tremble and I feel less than worthy to even be in his kitchen.My nerves are misfiring and I stumble repeatedly, but his house is spotless now. Not that it was dirty when I got here, but I've added some shine to what was already fairly pristine.God, I love this man.I drop my head and drop spoonfuls of cookie dough onto the greased cookie sheet.Once they're in the oven cooking, I arrange the table with our place settings for dinner.I have no idea when he'll get here.It varies daily, and sometimes he's unable to let me know if he'll be late or not. When he's with a client, he can't just drop what he's doing to text or call. And I don't expect him to.I just love that he gives me any of his spare time he can. It's an honor to be in his life and be someone he deems important.It doesn't take long for me to finish up the cookies and have everything ready.Unsure of where to go or how to be, I simply kneel by the chair he sits in at dinner, keeping my head down and my breathing as even as possible.After what seems like an eternity, I hear the garage door opening and blood rushing in my head.He's here! My Daddy!He doesn't know I'm here...Or does he?I smile and my chest burst into a full honeyed warmth.He's my center. The reason I feel so calm, even as I kneel here, shaking."Darling," he says, sounding breathless the moment he's in the door.My smile spreads wider, and even in my kneeling position, so do my legs.I ache for him already.He stands directly next to me and runs the front of his well-polished shoe along my thigh."Beautiful," he says, his voice deep.I fight off a shiver."Thank you, Sir.""Daddy," he corrects me."Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry." It's all still new to me.I flex my fingers on my knees and wonder when I'll ever remember that he's not as strict as my previous Dom.He loves being called Daddy. I love it, too, but when I'm nervous, old habits resurface."Sorry for what? Making my evening amazing the second I stepped in the door?" He chuckles, and it sounds gritty—dirty somehow.I swallow and pull my shoulders back. My stomach tightens at the thought that tonight I'm his.I'm always his in all reality, but tonight I'll be in his hands, and I can't fucking wait!"Up, beautiful," he says, gripping my arm and helping me to standing. "And I want to see those eyes."My head snaps up and I stare into those gorgeous gray eyes."Daddy," I say, my breath catching.The top buttons on his shirt are undone, and his dark chest hair is visible and more than delicious.The deep purple of his shirt, that five o'clock shadow—fuck! I'm lucky my limbs are working at all as I rise to standing.No wonder he's helping me."Unzip me," he says when I'm facing him.Without a word, I draw it down, keeping my eyes on his."Unsnap me."I lick my lips and do that, too."If I'm not in your hands in five seconds, you'll be kissing my boots and then fucking them until you get off. You know how you'll be cleaning them as well." He pushes a finger into my mouth and fucks my tongue with it."Mmmm..." I nod and fish his hard cock out in record timing."Slowwwwer," he says, smirking.In my impatience, I was fumbling and grabbing him like a klutz.He pulls his finger out of my mouth and circles my ear with his damp fingertip."I love you," I say absentmindedly."Good girl." He steps a little closer and sways his hips back and forth. "I love my baby girl, too. I think about her all the time."My eyes water as my heart pounds. "You do?""Yes." He moves toward me, and I'm forced to back up until I'm pinned between him and the table.He grabs my ass, smacks it with his right hand, making me hiss in pleasure.The next thing I know, I'm on the table, the place setting for him shoved aside, and his mouth is on me."Give me what I really want to eat," he says.He sucks, coaxes with his tongue and explores every inch of my pussy.I never liked oral until him.He knows exactly what buttons to push and the pacing is always perfect.When I'm about to come, he stands up and simply stares at me.My eyes go wide.Why did he stop? He always wants me to come. He's not into orgasm denial."Did I do something?" I ask with the feeblest voice I've ever heard escape my lips. I'm shaking head to toe. Not because of how turned on I am, but because my stomach drops at the idea I might have disappointed him. Was he expecting me to squirt?Was he expecting me to come a long time ago?What's wrong with me? Why can't I get this right?"Yes—you’ve captured my soul, little girl, and I want it back. I want yours in return." His eyes roam over my body like he's starving for me."You have it. Always." I reach for him, and that's when he growls, leans over me and runs his tongue down my throat and then latches onto my right nipple.I squirm at the feel of his suckling mouth."Daddy—I love it when you do that."Not many people want this—but we do.We love nursing like this.The way he watches me as he suckles makes my heart speed and lodge into my throat. "So beautiful," I choke out.The way he trusts me and is so vulnerable has me falling apart.His hips angle back, and he thrusts forward in one swift move."Ahhhhh!" My back arches off the table as he shoves himself in as deep as he can go.His mouth is still on my breast, taking it in as deep as it can go as well.It's a give and take.He's inside me, and a portion of me is inside him.He can't speak since his mouth is full.But he doesn't have to.It's in his eyes—in his breath.He doeslove me, and I couldn't be more under his spell."I hope you stay right here all night," I say, beaming at him.His tongue loosens on my nipple, then he moves it back and forth over the tip, making this savoring, very pleased sound."Ah, but if I stay here all night, your dinner will spoil." He blows across the wet tip, making it tighten and my breast break out in goose bumps.He chuckles at my reaction."Yes, but I can always make another. A dinner I can replace. You and your happiness—that can't ever be replaced. It's all for you, Daddy.""That is more delicious than anything I can ever eat!"I giggle and my shoulders shake until he's kissing me all over and I can't even remember what was so funny.All I know is I'm a spoiled girl, and this night that was supposed to be about him, suddenly feels like it's all about me.Fuck. I love this man!
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