Wip Wednesday
I’ve finished working on Cozy Bend 5 and I’m half way through Cozy Bend 6. I finally decided on a title for 5 and the title for six came to me after while I was researching an element of 6.
So, I’m doing a read through of Cozy Bend 5 before I submit it. It’s a sequel to 4. Cozy Bend 5 isn’t related to that except in the fact that a few of the characters from 5 appear in 6.
Evernight accepted Assassins Core 3 and I’m excited about that. i know parts of that story might hit a little too hard, but the fact is the series is about assassins and women who live outside the law. I think going too soft would cheapen that dark side and profession.
I don’t live that way and don’t want to, but I enjoy delving into that world as fantasy and adventure. I think conflict is necessary to a taut storyline and make that world believable. Having said that, there is romance in the story because it’s a romantic suspense story.
Here is a small snippet of Cozy Bend 6.
They reached her car, and she hit the
button to unlock the door and Brionna reached for her, stalling her steps.
“You’re supposed to open my door,” she
murmured. “Not just leave me to get in.”
Randi gave her a curious glance expecting
to see a laugh playing on those lips, but her stare was serious.
“I like a butch who opens doors for me,”
she said. “I guess I’m old fashion.”
“You’re too young to be old-fashion
sweetheart,” she drawled. “Your generation has no idea about chivalry.”
“Most of my generation didn’t grow up
watching Clark Gable and wanting a woman just like her.”
“Clark Gable? I’m surprised you didn’t say
James Dean.”
“He was cute, but he was a bad boy. Clark
Gable was a bad boy of a different kind like you. Now, open my door, mami.”
“I
see you study Spanish too,” Randi said.
“I speak it fluently,” she replied. “I
spent a year in Spain and a semester in Mexico.”
Randi moved to open the door for her.
“Climb in my mamacita,” she
murmured. She spoke Spanish and French because she thought it would help in her
work as a lawyer.
Brionna
gave her slow look up and down. “That’s more like it.” She climbed in and
tugged the seatbelt over her chest as Randi rounded the car and climbed in.
“Why didn’t
you go home with her? In Clark Gable’s day a girl went home with the man who
brought her to the dance.”
“Shelia’s a
friend,” she said. “She used to be more, but that’s been over. She’s trying to
get me back only I’m not interested in a woman who wants to cat around like a
teen-aged boy.”
“I see,”
Randi said after clicking her seatbelt in place and started the car. Brionna
turned slightly towards her, keeping her knees together. “You’re wearing my
scarf.”
“I like the
way it smells.”
“Do you?”
She’d never had a woman tell her that or a man.
“It reminds
me of you pressed against me, tasting me,” Brionna said softly. “I get wet
every time I think about that.”
“It was one
kiss, and you’re too old to be having such silly fantasies.”
Brionna
laughed. “That’s a memory,” she said. “A fantasy is when I wonder what it would
be like to lay naked on your sheets or to have you fuck me against the wall in
your office.”
A shudder
ran through her. She liked age play to a degree especially when her playmate
pretended to be a just out of her teens. Add the right lingerie to that she
really got off.
“You’d like
that?” Randi asked. “Why?”
“The
element of risk combined with you making me hot for you,” she said.
“How would
you make that happen if you had the chance?”
