Update – WIP excerpt
Gosh, it’s been a little bit since I updated. But I’ve been busy, busy, busy behind the scenes!
I finished my current manuscript, DO THE MATH, which is a new adult contemporary romance with a strong comedic edge, and I’m super excited about it. Kat and Alec are funny and sexy and they might be real people. Or that’s just in my head.
If you want to read my blurb/query and the first chapter, check out my Works in Progress tab at the top of the page, or click HERE.
And, for fun, here is an excerpt. 
She raised her eyes and froze.
Alec stood before her wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs. Only black boxer briefs. And for the love of all that was holy, she couldn’t stop staring. He wasn’t bulky like Max, but he had a runner’s body, with sinewy arms and a thin waist trimmed with that delicious V muscle leading down into his waistband. His legs were muscular and she had to bite her tongue when all she wanted to do was bite his thigh. Yes, she wanted to bite his thigh. And then that muscle at his hip. And then maybe peek down those boxers to see if his big hands meant other things were big. She could still feel the imprint of those muscles against her own, shifting to the beat on the dance floor.
And oh mylanta, his abs. Those delicious ridges were perfect, bulging under thin skin, highlighting a nice little trail of hair that started below his belly button and disappeared into his waistband. She licked her lips, wishing she could trace those ridges with her tongue.
Yep, she’d officially gone off the deep end. Just right over it. Plop! Into the water. She wasn’t even flailing. She sank like a happy little ball of lead. Horny lead.
Alec cleared his throat and she snapped her eyes from his general crotch-area back to his face. His eyes were on her general stomach-area, where a strip of skin showed below her tank top.
She lowered her hands, letting her hair spill down her back and tugged her shirt down. “Um…hey.”
Clearly, eloquent was her middle name.
“Hey,” he rasped out. His hair was adorably ruffled, the part usually smoothed back in a bump now hung in a shock on his forehead. It was odd to see him without his glasses. Odd and definitely…nice.
She wondered if he was thinking of biting or licking any parts of her. Instead of dwelling on that, she gestured toward the bathroom. “I was heading there.”
“Me too. But ladies first.”
She wanted to laugh. In an inappropriately hysterical way. Because who said that other than her father when he went to the country club?
“Thanks,” she mumbled. She stepped gingerly toward the bathroom, which was directly in front of him. As she brushed past him to enter, he grabbed her arm gently.
His touch startled her and she looked up into his face. His eyes were heavy-lidded and the pale green of his irises was darker in the early morning light. She imagined this would be an amazing scene in a movie, where he whispered in a tortured voice, Kat, I want you. I’ve always wanted you. Let’s retreat to my boudoir and consummate our mutual attraction…
His lips were moving, and she snapped back to attention.
“…It was acting up, so flush twice.”
Yep, while she dreamed of writhing naked and sweaty in his sheets, he was telling her to flush the toilet twice. Awesome. Amazing. Not embarrassing at all.
So, wish me luck everyone as I put myself out there.
