I’m going to let you in on a secret: I’mterrible at updat...

I’m going to let you in on a secret: I’mterrible at updating social media. I have two Facebook accounts. There’s the ThayerKing one and then there’s the personal one for family, friends, and games. I updatethe personal account about once a year. Last year I posted two photos of my dogso that should cover this year’s posts as well.

I say all this in hopes that you’llunderstand why it’s March and I haven’t updated…well, anywhere. I reallyappreciate your patience. Thank you to all of you who’ve dropped by to commenthere and on the Thayer King FB page.

I had really, really hoped to have HisFantasy completed by January. And then by February. I can only blame myself. Itend to start a book with enthusiasm but as I near the end, my attentionwanders off. This happens not only when I’m writing a book, but also when I’mreading one.

Despite this, I’m very close tofinishing His Fantasy. For those of you who purchased Chatting with a Vampire,you’ve already read an excerpt. For those of you who didn’t, here’s a bit of ateaser:

    She was in danger of falling out of the damn dress. Kendal admitted shelooked sexy as hell after all of Jennifer’s prodding and primping. They’d leftGarrett to close up the shop while they left for Jen’s house. Kendal had styledher hair so that it fell in thick spiral curls around her practically bareshoulders. The dress had thin straps and a plunging neckline that revealed thesoft inner curves of her cleavage.

    As she was seated at the reserved table, her self-esteem was bolsteredby the many appreciative looks she’d seen from male customers as she’d walkedthrough the dining area. This certainly wasn’t her usual look and she’d beenworried that she wouldn’t be able to pull it off. Staring at her heart shapedface in the mirror, she’d been stunned by Jennifer’s handiwork. She’d even felta spark of anticipation at going out and being seen in this dress.

    She glanced at her watch. Her date was running late. Kendal suddenlyrealized that she didn’t even know the guy’s name. After she was given water,she pulled her phone out of the dainty purse Jen had given her. Her oversizedcell phone left little room for anything else besides a lipstick. Jen had laughedand slid in a condom. Kendal didn’t bother telling Jen that she wouldn’t needit. She found Jen in her list of contacts and called her. Jen answered on thefourth ring. She could hear whimpering in the background. He’d been asleep theentire time she’d been at the house.

    “Aw, is that little Garrett?”

    “Yeah, he has a fever. He’s fine. Nothing a bit of medication and sleepcan’t handle. How’s the date? He’s to die for, isn’t he?”

    “He hasn’t arrived. I called because you never told me his name.”

    “I didn’t? Oh, that’s odd. His name is—” Garrett chose that moment towail rather loudly.

    Kendal winced. “You’re sure he’s OK?”

    “Kendal, can you hold on a sec?”

    She glanced around the restaurant while she waited for Jennifer to comeback to the phone. She tapped her fingers on the table. She couldn’t help butnotice as a tall man in a designer suit made his way through the restaurant. Hewas undeniably handsome. His black hair was thick and curly. He wore it a bitlonger than was the norm for men in power suits. His eyes were a pale color shecould not identify from this distance. She frowned. He looked familiar.

    Jen came back onto the line sounding breathless. “Sorry about that,Ken.”

    “It’s OK. You have Garrett settled?”

    “Yup, he’s happy in daddy’s arms.”

    Kendal’s frown intensified as the man locked gazes with her and smiled.His eyes slid over her barely-there dress and his smile widened. “Jen, Icouldn’t hear you when you mentioned my date’s name. What is it?”

    The man stopped at her table and grinned down at her. His eyes were astrange pale green that was almost clear. It was a most unusual color. Itreminded her of a mist covered pond. He held out his hand. “Kendal, I’m CiaranGregson.”

    “Ciaran Gregson,” said Jen simultaneously.

    “Shit,” Kendal muttered.

    Only Jen heard her. “What was that?”

    “Nothing. Know this, Jen, you owe me big time,” she hissed with her headaverted from Ciaran.

    “What? Why? He’s everything I said he was and more.”

    “It’s the ‘more’ I want to discuss with you later.” Kendal hung up onher friend. Jen knew she did not date white men. And of all the white men inthe world, she would pick the one man responsible for that choice. CiaranGregson had made her last year of high school a nightmare. Well, she thought,pasting on an insincere smile as she finally greeted Ciaran, she could makesure at least one night of his life was hell, too. “Kendal Washington.” Sheshook his hand briefly before withdrawing.