SPIN excerpt!
I'm editing SPIN (Boosted Hearts #2) today and found a fun excerpt to share. Hugh and Joe and a bit of brotherly banter ;)
*************************************************
Hugh scratched his beard. “So you think she’s into you?”
“What is this, high school?” Still, the question bounced around his skull. She may have tried to give him the short sharp shift, but after the way they’d blown up together, the way she’d held onto him while she slept, wrapped around him like she never wanted to let go? Yeah, she was into him. She just didn’t want to admit it to herself, or him.
He took a sip of his coffee and leaned back in his seat. “I believe the feeling’s mutual.” He shrugged. “Whether or not that matters remains to be seen.”
Hugh sat back as well. “It may not seem like it now.” He grinned again, wide as fuck. “Yanno, with your nuts feeling like overinflated water balloons, but you won’t regret putting in the hard yards, bro. I promise you that.”
As nice as Hugh’s fairytale sounded. Darcey wasn’t Shay. The two woman couldn’t be more different, and right now, his brother was buried so deep in unicorn farts he couldn’t see which way was up.
“That sounds sweet and all. Unfortunately, not everyone gets their princess, asshole. But I thank you for your sage advise. You know, from all your relationship experience.”
Before Shay, Hugh had avoided relationships like ringworm. Now all of a sudden he was an expert.
“This is true. Not everyone does. But if you don’t work your ass off to get that happily ever after, you can bet it sure as fuck will never happen.”
“Who says I want that? You’re assuming I want to end up like you.”
Hugh jerked back, like his words didn’t make sense. “Why the hell wouldn’t you?”
He brother was genuinely confused, so damn loved up he wanted everyone else the same. And yeah, Joe was lying to himself, and Hugh. He wanted that, of course he did, but no way was he owning up to it. He’d had enough humiliation the last few days, fuck you very much.
“I think my princess just sees the frog, and she’s right, I’m sure as hell not anyone’s prince.”
Hugh let out a long rough breath, ready to jump into another monologue about the virtues of love. “Joe…”
Joe stood, cutting him off. “Give it a rest, Dr. Phil. Besides all this talking in fairytale metaphors is giving me a goddamn migraine.”
Hugh stood as well and lifted his hands in surrender. “Whatever, man. Just know I’m here if you need me.”
Yeah, he knew. He’d always known. That’s why he loved the big bastard so damn much. Why he’d do what he had to to repay him for all he’d done. Ignoring the pang he felt in his chest, he winked. “Thanks, sweetie, you’re the best.”
“Dick,” Hugh grumbled as they headed out to the workshop.
“More like the giant pork-sword of death.”
“Jesus.”
“The Italian sausage lance of love.”
“Quit it.”
“The frankfurter Claymore of fulfillment.”
“No more.”
“The honey-pot slayer of…” One of Hugh’s giant, meaty palms whacked him upside the head. “Ow! Shit.”
His brother scowled. “I get it, I’ll leave you to wallow in your own crap and stay the hell out of it.”
Joe smirked and headed to the car he’d been working on. And while he worked, he thought about what his brother said. Usually, the guys advice was pretty crap. But in this, he might actually be right about something. He wanted Darcey, and he knew damn well she wanted him back, he just had to convince her to let him in. There were risks, it was more than likely the dumbest idea he’d ever had, going after her, putting in the “hard yards” but he had to try. He couldn’t just let this go. Let her go.
It made no sense, there was a lot they didn’t know about each other. Still, he knew she was it for him. He just—did. And the only way to convince her she was his princess, was to slay some of those dragons circling her. Kiss her awake from her nightmare.
Shit, now he was back to fucking fairytales.
His brother had a lot to goddamn answer for.
Spin
*************************************************
Hugh scratched his beard. “So you think she’s into you?”
“What is this, high school?” Still, the question bounced around his skull. She may have tried to give him the short sharp shift, but after the way they’d blown up together, the way she’d held onto him while she slept, wrapped around him like she never wanted to let go? Yeah, she was into him. She just didn’t want to admit it to herself, or him.
He took a sip of his coffee and leaned back in his seat. “I believe the feeling’s mutual.” He shrugged. “Whether or not that matters remains to be seen.”
Hugh sat back as well. “It may not seem like it now.” He grinned again, wide as fuck. “Yanno, with your nuts feeling like overinflated water balloons, but you won’t regret putting in the hard yards, bro. I promise you that.”
As nice as Hugh’s fairytale sounded. Darcey wasn’t Shay. The two woman couldn’t be more different, and right now, his brother was buried so deep in unicorn farts he couldn’t see which way was up.
“That sounds sweet and all. Unfortunately, not everyone gets their princess, asshole. But I thank you for your sage advise. You know, from all your relationship experience.”
Before Shay, Hugh had avoided relationships like ringworm. Now all of a sudden he was an expert.
“This is true. Not everyone does. But if you don’t work your ass off to get that happily ever after, you can bet it sure as fuck will never happen.”
“Who says I want that? You’re assuming I want to end up like you.”
Hugh jerked back, like his words didn’t make sense. “Why the hell wouldn’t you?”
He brother was genuinely confused, so damn loved up he wanted everyone else the same. And yeah, Joe was lying to himself, and Hugh. He wanted that, of course he did, but no way was he owning up to it. He’d had enough humiliation the last few days, fuck you very much.
“I think my princess just sees the frog, and she’s right, I’m sure as hell not anyone’s prince.”
Hugh let out a long rough breath, ready to jump into another monologue about the virtues of love. “Joe…”
Joe stood, cutting him off. “Give it a rest, Dr. Phil. Besides all this talking in fairytale metaphors is giving me a goddamn migraine.”
Hugh stood as well and lifted his hands in surrender. “Whatever, man. Just know I’m here if you need me.”
Yeah, he knew. He’d always known. That’s why he loved the big bastard so damn much. Why he’d do what he had to to repay him for all he’d done. Ignoring the pang he felt in his chest, he winked. “Thanks, sweetie, you’re the best.”
“Dick,” Hugh grumbled as they headed out to the workshop.
“More like the giant pork-sword of death.”
“Jesus.”
“The Italian sausage lance of love.”
“Quit it.”
“The frankfurter Claymore of fulfillment.”
“No more.”
“The honey-pot slayer of…” One of Hugh’s giant, meaty palms whacked him upside the head. “Ow! Shit.”
His brother scowled. “I get it, I’ll leave you to wallow in your own crap and stay the hell out of it.”
Joe smirked and headed to the car he’d been working on. And while he worked, he thought about what his brother said. Usually, the guys advice was pretty crap. But in this, he might actually be right about something. He wanted Darcey, and he knew damn well she wanted him back, he just had to convince her to let him in. There were risks, it was more than likely the dumbest idea he’d ever had, going after her, putting in the “hard yards” but he had to try. He couldn’t just let this go. Let her go.
It made no sense, there was a lot they didn’t know about each other. Still, he knew she was it for him. He just—did. And the only way to convince her she was his princess, was to slay some of those dragons circling her. Kiss her awake from her nightmare.
Shit, now he was back to fucking fairytales.
His brother had a lot to goddamn answer for.
Spin
No comments have been added yet.
