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August 27, 2017
August 20, 2017
Holding On: Raincoat or Umbrella Scene
Holding On releases August 28th! Here’s a sneak peek!
Becca
“Raincoat or umbrella?” Ethan asks.
“I don’t get the question.”
“When it rains, would you rather have a raincoat or an umbrella? Assuming you could only have one.”
“Raincoat,” I say, not even needing to think about it. “I like the feel of rain on my face. But being in soaking wet clothes isn’t fun. And even with an umbrella, your clothes still end up getting wet. So raincoat. Definitely. Which would you pick? Raincoat or umbrella?”
“Neither. I don’t mind if I get soaked in the rain, as long as I’m not wearing jeans. Wet jeans suck.”
“Totally. So you’re saying if you were wearing jeans, you’d pick the raincoat.”
“Correct. Okay, next question. Chocolate or fruity? Which type of cereal do you prefer?”
“Hmm. Depends on my mood. In the morning I tend to like fruity but if I’m having it later in the day, I like chocolate. How about you?”
“Fruity. Any time of day.” He takes a drink of his pop, then says, “Lights on or off?”
I feel my face heating up, but I smile and pretend his bold question doesn’t bother me. “That’s kind of personal, don’t you think?”
“Why is it personal? I was talking about what you like when you’re watching TV. Do you like it dark or would you rather have the lights on? What’d you think I meant?”
He’s such a liar. He definitely meant sex not TV, but I play along. “Lights on, but not too many. And not too bright.”
“Same here. Next question. Rough or gentle?” He says it with a straight face.
This time I don’t question what he means and just answer, “A mix of both.”
“That doesn’t really work. Most cars are either one or the other.”
“We’re talking about cars?”
He nods. “Specifically, what kind of ride you like. A rough ride, like a truck.” He says ‘rough’ in a sexy tone, his eyes on mine. “Or a smooth, gentle ride, like a luxury sedan.” Again, he says it flirtatiously.
I’m suddenly feeling very warm, imagining what it would be like to have sex with him. Would it be rough? Gentle? What would his body feel like? Those hard muscles. Those large hands.
“You sticking with your answer?” he asks.
I wake from my fantasy. “Um, yeah. A mix of both.”
He smiles, knowing his words got to me.
“Is it my turn?” I ask.
“Go ahead.”
“Top or bottom?”
As expected, my question doesn’t faze him. He’s very confident. I think it takes a lot to embarrass him.
“Are we talking bunkbeds?” he asks.
Damn, he’s good. A quick thinker.
“Yeah, bunkbeds,” I say. “Do you like the top or bottom bunk?”
“Both. Preferably, I like to try both in the course of a night.”
I swallow, my mind once again imagining the two of us together. We need to get off this naughty line of questioning before this night turns into more than just two friends hanging out. Not that I wouldn’t like more than that, but I shouldn’t go there. He’s my boss. And he’s Ethan Baxter, who admitted he’s not looking for a committed relationship. Then again, neither am I so maybe a quick fling wouldn’t be so bad.
July 31, 2017
July 28, 2017
Book Blurb for Holding On
Up until that night, everything was perfect. I’d just finished my junior year, been named one of the best college football players in the country, and had a smokin’ hot girl on my lap in the back of my buddy’s SUV on our way to a party at the cabin.
Now I’m living in my own personal hell, reliving that night, my busted-up leg a constant reminder of what I’m trying to forget. Everyone in this damn town is holding their breath to see if I’ll play again, as if that even matters anymore. My future in the pros? The money? The media attention? I don’t give a shit about any of it anymore.
All I want is to be left alone so I’m pissed when my mom goes and hires some damn cleaning lady for the house I’ve been renting. I’m expecting some old lady and that’s who I get until one day she doesn’t show up. Instead I get a girl with a beautiful face, soulful eyes, and a body I can’t stop looking at.
Her name is Becca and she’s hot as hell but the girl asks a lot of damn questions. Questions I don’t want to answer. But when she’s gone, I miss her like you wouldn’t believe. Sometimes I’ll make the house extra messy just so she’ll stay longer. It’s pathetic, I know, but this is what I’ve become.
I’m Ethan Baxter. And I’m barely holding on.
July 19, 2017
June 15, 2017
June 11, 2017
May 12, 2017
May 11, 2017
Lilly and Reed: Garret’s POV
Here’s a short teaser from Lilly and Reed, written from Garret’s POV.
GARRET
I glance back at the house and see my mom in the kitchen with Jade. They’re each holding one of the twins while the girls dance around.
“Please don’t do this,” I say to my dad. “Please don’t bring this back into our lives. I have a family. I have my mom back. I can’t risk something happening to them.”
“It won’t. I promise I will keep you and Jade and the children out of this.”
“How? I know they still want me to be part of it. Every damn day I worry they’ll come back for me.”
“They won’t. I’ll make sure of it. You just have to trust me.”
May 4, 2017
Lilly and Reed Teaser
Lilly and Reed is written from the POVs of Pearce, Katherine, Lilly, and Garret, but most of the chapters are from Pearce, such as this one.
Pearce
“What’s going on?” I hear Lilly’s voice behind me and turn to see her standing there. “Did something happen?”
“No,” Rachel answers, wiping her eyes.
“Then why are you crying?”
She smiles. “You know me. I cry all the time, sometimes for no reason at all.”
“Did you need something?” I ask Lilly.
“Yeah. I wondered if I could stay with Reed next weekend. There’s a concert we want to go to on Saturday and since it won’t end until late, I thought I could spent the night there.”
“Will his father be home?” Rachel asks.
“Um, no.” Lilly chews on her lip. “His dad’s going to be out of town but it’s not like—”
“No,” I tell her. “You can’t go there.”
“Why? Because his dad is gone? How is that any different than when I’m at college? Reed and I still—”
“It’s not about that, although that, too, is a concern. But no, I don’t want you going there.”
“Then can Reed come here?”
“No. I have to go to Connecticut on Friday so you and Rachel will be staying with Garret.”
“Dad, this isn’t fair! You never let me see him!”
“You see him plenty, and you will see him when you go back to school. But right now, there are bigger things to worry about than how much time you spend with your boyfriend.”
“Like what?” she yells, tears forming in her eyes. “What’s so important?”
“Lilly.” Rachel reaches out to her but she backs away, her anger focused on me.
“Dad, tell me! What’s so important that I can’t see Reed?” She’s crying now. “Why are you trying to keep him away from me?”
“I’m not. This isn’t about that.”
“Then what’s it about?”
I sigh. “This is one of those times when I don’t want you asking questions.”
She throws her hands up. “Seriously? You’re using that again? That no questions crap?”
“Lilly, I’ve told you there are people out there who are dangerous and I—”
“Don’t!” she yells, hiccuping through her tears. “Don’t even bother trying to explain. I know whatever you’re going to say is a lie. All you ever do is lie to me!” She storms off to her room.
