On the Almost Eve Of (Mutual) Release
I have a few things on my mind:
Soccer, thanks to my current obsession with my new, Stewart Realty offshoot series THE BLACK JACK GENTLEMEN. This will begin with a trilogy of stories that will release in August/September 2013. I just turned in the 3rd book RED CARD, to my editor to begin the gamut. This book is the first one that I literally started thinking it was one thing, only to have it swerve off the rails in a completely different direction. I mean, you know how it is, fellow author...you have the thing mapped out in your head (if you're me) or on paper somewhere (if you're not). You have a solid idea of beginning, middle and end. And then...well, let's just say the "Femme Domme meets hot soccer boy sub-spanky-spanky-waxy-clampy-HEA" I had envisioned is not where this thing ended up. But I really like it.
The 2nd book, FREE AGENT, is the tale of the coach of the Black Jacks and is a story of a young man who enjoyed early success with his international career, falls in love with a female soccer player, changes her life which does not sit well with her independent minded sister. Then, as fate intervenes he is forced to reevaluate his priorities about all he loved.
The inaugural book is MAN ON, a first season story of two players who are headed in very different directions. One is coming down off a successful career and is forced into the ignominy of playing in the U.S.--on an expansion team--in an expansion league--in Detroit after a long and tempestuous career in Spain. The other is just beginning his career after a college NCAA men's championship season and a last minute life-changing decision not to go to medical school and take the Black Jacks up on their offer (after turning down an English Premiereship offer in order to please his doctor father and eager fiancee). It's a man love story, set in pro sports, and sets up what I think will be a really fun, hot, emotional, funny and poignant series of books about a sport I love.
I'm also thinking round ball in a big way--the basketball kind. I had a few things to say about this on my beer wench blog today, complete with photos of both teams I support, if one slightly more than the other! GO CARDS!!!!!
I am also thinking about Jack Gordon, the main hero of the entire Stewart Realty series, and the FREE BOOK I'm currently editing for my fans....
here's a little taste of it, early college days, with a woman you might recognize but didn't realize how close she came to being The One.
Jack got to his feet, his knees wobbly, his head starting to pound from emotion and last night’s excesses. He saw a slight female form emerge from his room, her bright auburn hair like a beacon in the early morning gloom. He groaned. Shit, had they? He honestly could barely remember past the mini orgy he’d hosted early in the night.The girl turned, as if reading his mind, blew him a kiss that even he knew was ironic, and started toward the door. “Wait,” he called out, needing nothing more than a solid reality session from his friend, the lovely, smart-assed, beautiful redheaded Suzanne. He held up a hand, she stopped, but pointed to her watch. “Mo, I’ll be there by dinner. Gotta go sort out some stuff first. Loveyoubye.” He ran the words together and hung up.“Gordon I’ve got study group. What do you want?”He stayed put, hands on the wall, steadying himself. He had met Suzanne practically the first day of class, in freshmen English, not his best subject but he was too busy scoping out his targets to care. He spotted her, and instead of his usual automatic thought about what her face would look like when he made her come, he smiled at her pixie-like good looks, at the natural, easy-going way she observed him, observing her. He’d made a bee-line for her after class but she avoided him for a week or so, brushing off his invites to fraternity parties, for coffee, to even walk alongside him as if she knew he’d be bad news. He jumped when she touched his shoulder, closed his eyes at her scent. He was falling for the girl, and he knew it. So he turned the dial to “inner asshole,” hoping she got the message. He was not about to get attached to anyone, ever, at least not for a damn long time. Considering how easy it was to channel his father when he wanted to he figured it was for her own good. “So…” he turned, looking down at her petite self. “Was I good?” His pulse raced. He sincerely hoped he had not gotten so drunk he would not remember having sex with the girl who he considered his very good friend. He couldn’t remember when she’d shown up.She laughed, punched him hard in the stomach, catching him off guard. “You wish, lover boy.” She leaned back, crossing her arms and giving him a strange look. “You were in rare form across the hall for a while, with Freitag, but that’s nothing new. I just sat with Jeff and Mike, smoked a few and fell asleep on your couch. I think he likes me,” her dark eyes brightened. Jack bit the inside of his cheek to resist telling her that Mike was gay. He held out an arm, she settled herself comfortably against his chest. His heart calmed and for the millionth time since she had finally agreed to hang out with him – never “go out” mind you, they had never dated –-he had to use every tool in his personal arsenal not to toss her over his shoulder and take her to bed. Something in him wanted it so bad he ached, and he'd channeled the feeling into fucking a different girl every week, sometimes more than one. He couldn’t go there with Suzanne. He wasn’t ready. He was a shithead and she deserved better.“What’s wrong?” she said, quietly. He led her back to his room. Rob emerged from the shower, damp, a towel around his waist. He shot the two of them a look. Jack flipped him off, then slammed his room door in the guy’s face. “It’s my grandma. She’s probably dying. And apparently I’m getting a stepmother. I don’t know. Shit.” He sat, and to his surprise, Suzanne slid immediately into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. His body reacted in a healthy way, but his heart hurt so badly he didn’t push her away this time. She felt so right to him. He had told her about his dad, his mother’s death, his drive to be better, to prove that he was everything John Gordon would never be. She’d chided him before, but now, she just held onto him. “Um, yeah,” she shifted on his lap when his erection made itself well known beneath her. “I should go. You need to pack.” He tightened his grip and she didn’t resist all that much. Her lips when he found them, were familiar. They’d been here before, on a winter break trip when they’d gotten drunk and high and fucked each other like rabbits for a whole weekend before parting ways, embarrassed. It had taken Jack weeks to work up the courage to call her after that and she’d avoided him too. Finally he’d seen her at a party, pulled her aside and they’d agreed that it had been a one-off, fun and all, but their friendship was more important. He knew it then—he did love her. And should avoid her like the plague.But now… she sighed as he parted her lips with his tongue, gently, with no urgency, no rush, just a sweet moment, a perfect fit. He groaned as she shifted, straddled him, lifting her skirt just enough so he could feel her heat against his. The kiss got serious, then he broke from her, ran his lips down her neck, cupped one of her pert breasts, the familiarity of it a relief, and more of a turn on than any challenge he could remember. “Jack,” she whispered, her breath getting ragged. “We… I’m… oh…” she sighed as he lifted her shirt, pulled her up so he could tug one of her peaked nipples into his mouth. She tasted like tart, red headed perfection. His brain was flooded with a need so strong he couldn’t get his hands around it, couldn’t control it. That scared him, but he couldn’t, wouldn’t stop. Her hands were fisted in his hair, her petite body wrapped around him. But he stopped, took her face in his hands and stared at her. “I can’t do this Suzanne. It will… mean too much. Not after… you know,” She bit her lip, and without a word, reached to his drawer and pulled out a condom. “No.” He said, but watched as she opened it, slid the thin latex over his exposed shaft, then stood and shed her shirt and skirt before turning the lock on his door. It was like a dream, a bizarre half-sleeping moment as she pushed him down onto his back, leaned down to lick her way up his bare torso. He pulled her up to meet his eyes. “You’re sure?” Suzanne nodded, but he held her still. He saw the tears in her eyes. He would not make this girl cry, not for anything, not even if it meant cutting her off as a friend. They would never work. He was a shit. She was perfect. Her lips covered his and his resolve broke into a million pieces. He flipped them over, slid his hands down her small frame, cupped each breast, lapped at her flesh, and slid his fingers along her sex, so moist, so perfect, so exactly as he remembered. She sighed, spread her legs and he coaxed a lovely orgasm from her, teasing her g-spot and stretching her some, remembering Mindy’s advice, and how tight Suzanne had been that first time, on the winter break trip.Stop. Gordon. This is a bad idea. Think with the brain in your fucking head for a change. She exhaled as the climax left her shaking and still pulsing around his fingers. "Now, Jack," she put her hand on his latex-covered shaft. "I want you to fuck me." And his upper brain closed down once more as he did as he was told, twice, before they emerged, her blushing and a little angry for missing her study group. Him packed and headed home to face the Gordon family crisis. He held her at his car, kissed her hard, not caring who saw them. “Last time,” she said, against his chest. “Okay? Because I still think we should not be more than… friends… you know, who can, um, have sex, and stuff. Without any awkwardness.”He laughed so hard she stepped away, frowning at him. He finally collected himself and yanked her close, taking in deep breaths of her, committing it to memory. “Good call, Red. Thanks for the mercy fuck.”“Oh that was no mercy fuck, Gordon. I wanted it. You wanted it. Now go home and don’t call me, because if you do I’ll think you might be falling for me. And we can’t have that, now can we?” she shot him a look he figured out later was one of remorse, smacked his ass and walked away without a backward glance. He watched her until she was absorbed by a crowd of fellow students headed to the library. Gulping back the strong urge to yell out, to beg her to come with him, to help him, to be by his side as his… girlfriend, he climbed into his truck and turned the key. Because something in him knew she could handle Gordon Senior and the whole fucking mess better than he could, something in him knew she would be The One, if he let her be. He drove home, music blaring, and did not call her for weeks.When they saw each other again, she was hanging off the arm of some tool he didn’t know, from another fraternity. She smiled at him briefly, then turned to wrap herself around the other guy, bringing sharp stab of fury to Jack’s brain. One that he suppressed by giving Freitag the high sign that he’d found a couple of girls willing to have a little private party with them, and diving between the legs of yet another nameless, faceless female. So he could forget Suzanne, and what she might have been for him.
.....and now...on to MUTUAL RELEASE!....keep watching both Amazon and B&N links (it's already live as a pre order on All Romance Ebooks). Official release date is April 4 but you just never know... do ya? So far ARC readers are loving it. I hope you do too.
Happy ReadingLiz
Soccer, thanks to my current obsession with my new, Stewart Realty offshoot series THE BLACK JACK GENTLEMEN. This will begin with a trilogy of stories that will release in August/September 2013. I just turned in the 3rd book RED CARD, to my editor to begin the gamut. This book is the first one that I literally started thinking it was one thing, only to have it swerve off the rails in a completely different direction. I mean, you know how it is, fellow author...you have the thing mapped out in your head (if you're me) or on paper somewhere (if you're not). You have a solid idea of beginning, middle and end. And then...well, let's just say the "Femme Domme meets hot soccer boy sub-spanky-spanky-waxy-clampy-HEA" I had envisioned is not where this thing ended up. But I really like it.
The 2nd book, FREE AGENT, is the tale of the coach of the Black Jacks and is a story of a young man who enjoyed early success with his international career, falls in love with a female soccer player, changes her life which does not sit well with her independent minded sister. Then, as fate intervenes he is forced to reevaluate his priorities about all he loved.
The inaugural book is MAN ON, a first season story of two players who are headed in very different directions. One is coming down off a successful career and is forced into the ignominy of playing in the U.S.--on an expansion team--in an expansion league--in Detroit after a long and tempestuous career in Spain. The other is just beginning his career after a college NCAA men's championship season and a last minute life-changing decision not to go to medical school and take the Black Jacks up on their offer (after turning down an English Premiereship offer in order to please his doctor father and eager fiancee). It's a man love story, set in pro sports, and sets up what I think will be a really fun, hot, emotional, funny and poignant series of books about a sport I love.
I'm also thinking round ball in a big way--the basketball kind. I had a few things to say about this on my beer wench blog today, complete with photos of both teams I support, if one slightly more than the other! GO CARDS!!!!!
I am also thinking about Jack Gordon, the main hero of the entire Stewart Realty series, and the FREE BOOK I'm currently editing for my fans....
here's a little taste of it, early college days, with a woman you might recognize but didn't realize how close she came to being The One.
Jack got to his feet, his knees wobbly, his head starting to pound from emotion and last night’s excesses. He saw a slight female form emerge from his room, her bright auburn hair like a beacon in the early morning gloom. He groaned. Shit, had they? He honestly could barely remember past the mini orgy he’d hosted early in the night.The girl turned, as if reading his mind, blew him a kiss that even he knew was ironic, and started toward the door. “Wait,” he called out, needing nothing more than a solid reality session from his friend, the lovely, smart-assed, beautiful redheaded Suzanne. He held up a hand, she stopped, but pointed to her watch. “Mo, I’ll be there by dinner. Gotta go sort out some stuff first. Loveyoubye.” He ran the words together and hung up.“Gordon I’ve got study group. What do you want?”He stayed put, hands on the wall, steadying himself. He had met Suzanne practically the first day of class, in freshmen English, not his best subject but he was too busy scoping out his targets to care. He spotted her, and instead of his usual automatic thought about what her face would look like when he made her come, he smiled at her pixie-like good looks, at the natural, easy-going way she observed him, observing her. He’d made a bee-line for her after class but she avoided him for a week or so, brushing off his invites to fraternity parties, for coffee, to even walk alongside him as if she knew he’d be bad news. He jumped when she touched his shoulder, closed his eyes at her scent. He was falling for the girl, and he knew it. So he turned the dial to “inner asshole,” hoping she got the message. He was not about to get attached to anyone, ever, at least not for a damn long time. Considering how easy it was to channel his father when he wanted to he figured it was for her own good. “So…” he turned, looking down at her petite self. “Was I good?” His pulse raced. He sincerely hoped he had not gotten so drunk he would not remember having sex with the girl who he considered his very good friend. He couldn’t remember when she’d shown up.She laughed, punched him hard in the stomach, catching him off guard. “You wish, lover boy.” She leaned back, crossing her arms and giving him a strange look. “You were in rare form across the hall for a while, with Freitag, but that’s nothing new. I just sat with Jeff and Mike, smoked a few and fell asleep on your couch. I think he likes me,” her dark eyes brightened. Jack bit the inside of his cheek to resist telling her that Mike was gay. He held out an arm, she settled herself comfortably against his chest. His heart calmed and for the millionth time since she had finally agreed to hang out with him – never “go out” mind you, they had never dated –-he had to use every tool in his personal arsenal not to toss her over his shoulder and take her to bed. Something in him wanted it so bad he ached, and he'd channeled the feeling into fucking a different girl every week, sometimes more than one. He couldn’t go there with Suzanne. He wasn’t ready. He was a shithead and she deserved better.“What’s wrong?” she said, quietly. He led her back to his room. Rob emerged from the shower, damp, a towel around his waist. He shot the two of them a look. Jack flipped him off, then slammed his room door in the guy’s face. “It’s my grandma. She’s probably dying. And apparently I’m getting a stepmother. I don’t know. Shit.” He sat, and to his surprise, Suzanne slid immediately into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. His body reacted in a healthy way, but his heart hurt so badly he didn’t push her away this time. She felt so right to him. He had told her about his dad, his mother’s death, his drive to be better, to prove that he was everything John Gordon would never be. She’d chided him before, but now, she just held onto him. “Um, yeah,” she shifted on his lap when his erection made itself well known beneath her. “I should go. You need to pack.” He tightened his grip and she didn’t resist all that much. Her lips when he found them, were familiar. They’d been here before, on a winter break trip when they’d gotten drunk and high and fucked each other like rabbits for a whole weekend before parting ways, embarrassed. It had taken Jack weeks to work up the courage to call her after that and she’d avoided him too. Finally he’d seen her at a party, pulled her aside and they’d agreed that it had been a one-off, fun and all, but their friendship was more important. He knew it then—he did love her. And should avoid her like the plague.But now… she sighed as he parted her lips with his tongue, gently, with no urgency, no rush, just a sweet moment, a perfect fit. He groaned as she shifted, straddled him, lifting her skirt just enough so he could feel her heat against his. The kiss got serious, then he broke from her, ran his lips down her neck, cupped one of her pert breasts, the familiarity of it a relief, and more of a turn on than any challenge he could remember. “Jack,” she whispered, her breath getting ragged. “We… I’m… oh…” she sighed as he lifted her shirt, pulled her up so he could tug one of her peaked nipples into his mouth. She tasted like tart, red headed perfection. His brain was flooded with a need so strong he couldn’t get his hands around it, couldn’t control it. That scared him, but he couldn’t, wouldn’t stop. Her hands were fisted in his hair, her petite body wrapped around him. But he stopped, took her face in his hands and stared at her. “I can’t do this Suzanne. It will… mean too much. Not after… you know,” She bit her lip, and without a word, reached to his drawer and pulled out a condom. “No.” He said, but watched as she opened it, slid the thin latex over his exposed shaft, then stood and shed her shirt and skirt before turning the lock on his door. It was like a dream, a bizarre half-sleeping moment as she pushed him down onto his back, leaned down to lick her way up his bare torso. He pulled her up to meet his eyes. “You’re sure?” Suzanne nodded, but he held her still. He saw the tears in her eyes. He would not make this girl cry, not for anything, not even if it meant cutting her off as a friend. They would never work. He was a shit. She was perfect. Her lips covered his and his resolve broke into a million pieces. He flipped them over, slid his hands down her small frame, cupped each breast, lapped at her flesh, and slid his fingers along her sex, so moist, so perfect, so exactly as he remembered. She sighed, spread her legs and he coaxed a lovely orgasm from her, teasing her g-spot and stretching her some, remembering Mindy’s advice, and how tight Suzanne had been that first time, on the winter break trip.Stop. Gordon. This is a bad idea. Think with the brain in your fucking head for a change. She exhaled as the climax left her shaking and still pulsing around his fingers. "Now, Jack," she put her hand on his latex-covered shaft. "I want you to fuck me." And his upper brain closed down once more as he did as he was told, twice, before they emerged, her blushing and a little angry for missing her study group. Him packed and headed home to face the Gordon family crisis. He held her at his car, kissed her hard, not caring who saw them. “Last time,” she said, against his chest. “Okay? Because I still think we should not be more than… friends… you know, who can, um, have sex, and stuff. Without any awkwardness.”He laughed so hard she stepped away, frowning at him. He finally collected himself and yanked her close, taking in deep breaths of her, committing it to memory. “Good call, Red. Thanks for the mercy fuck.”“Oh that was no mercy fuck, Gordon. I wanted it. You wanted it. Now go home and don’t call me, because if you do I’ll think you might be falling for me. And we can’t have that, now can we?” she shot him a look he figured out later was one of remorse, smacked his ass and walked away without a backward glance. He watched her until she was absorbed by a crowd of fellow students headed to the library. Gulping back the strong urge to yell out, to beg her to come with him, to help him, to be by his side as his… girlfriend, he climbed into his truck and turned the key. Because something in him knew she could handle Gordon Senior and the whole fucking mess better than he could, something in him knew she would be The One, if he let her be. He drove home, music blaring, and did not call her for weeks.When they saw each other again, she was hanging off the arm of some tool he didn’t know, from another fraternity. She smiled at him briefly, then turned to wrap herself around the other guy, bringing sharp stab of fury to Jack’s brain. One that he suppressed by giving Freitag the high sign that he’d found a couple of girls willing to have a little private party with them, and diving between the legs of yet another nameless, faceless female. So he could forget Suzanne, and what she might have been for him.
.....and now...on to MUTUAL RELEASE!....keep watching both Amazon and B&N links (it's already live as a pre order on All Romance Ebooks). Official release date is April 4 but you just never know... do ya? So far ARC readers are loving it. I hope you do too.Happy ReadingLiz
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