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Hello Lovelies,

I've been getting a lot of questions about the sequel to Emotionally Compromised, which is just fantastic! I am eager that you're eager, and I think it has helped reignite my love of these chatacters. I must admit my focus has been shifted on other novels lately. However, THAT ALL CHANGES STARTING TODAY! I have begun writing to Separation Anxiety (Book #2)!

You just hit that moment where you miss your bad-ass, snarky heroine, ya know?

If you finished Emotionally Compromised, and the teaser chapter to book #2 at the end of your eBook/Paperback has been frustrating you, there is good news on all fronts:
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[*] Separation Anxiety is currently being written, and my goal is a January 2015 publication.
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[*]Separation Anxiety is now on Goodreads!
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[*] You can read the very unedited version of the sequel as it is written on Wattpad.
---- Please remember that until publication the story posted online is subject to changes when it comes to plot, dialogue, ect.
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​Because I haven't written to in a (long) while, I have a teaser to show you! YAY!

Thanks for joining me on my blog for all these epic announcements. If you need a refresher on the plot to book #2, check out the synopsis posted on Goodreads.

With all that good news and more, here is the first teaser to Separation Anxiety:

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ALEX TURNER

“Secretary?” Jeremy asks pointedly, not looking up from his laptop at the end of the table, commanding the room without eye contact.

I lift my eyes from my corner of the room with Derek and Ryan, watching four goons and Cynthia Freedman both turn to look at Jeremy on the opposite side of an oddly large contemporary conference table, set in a room that could have come straight out of the French Revolution, ornate wall carvings and all.

Watching curiously, I am always somewhat taken a back when I witness Jeremy Hunt’s ruthless side. It always comes in bouts of purpose, and only used when entirely necessary. Though, Jeremy might lose his patience with me, he is always on the opposite side of ruthless, even though his tone might try to imply otherwise. Regardless, I can’t help but like it.

The effortless disregard of what’s to follow after he opens his mouth is my favorite part. This side of Jeremy doesn’t care, and doesn’t accept failure. However, maybe with this experience particularly he has had enough of being told what to do for the past twenty-fours hours. His temper is now a short circuit.

Jeremy lifts his icy stare carelessly from his computer, leveling his eyes with the hard-headed woman and her entourage, completely unfazed by their attempt at intimidation. “This first weekend I will not be working. I’ll be going out for personal reasons into the city.”

Secretary Freedman’s pink, perfect collagen lips bob for a moment in silence as if having a hard time gathering a response.

“T-That’s fine, Mr. Hunt,” she huffs while wiping anxiously at the corners of her mouth before going on. “The only request I have is we continue to have our meeting scheduled for Sunday evening, in prep for the beginning of the conference, of course.”

My nose wrinkles. Her tone is too smooth for my liking, giving me the sinking feeling she may actually enjoy these confrontations with Jeremy, and that’s never a good sign. Damn her thirst for power-trips. Jeremy is too charming for his own good. I don’t know whether to hate her or him at the moment. I'm aware how irrational that sounds.

I pretend not to pay attention as I try to focus on Derek, who is dragging his long, determined finger over the blue prints on his laptop screen.

“Turner,” Derek grumbles quietly, causing me to bring my eyes back to his, but I keep an open ear as he continues to point at all exit points around the perimeter of the building.

“Excellent,” Jeremy replies coolly. “This will also require me to commandeer one person from your security team.”

I don’t budge as I stare at Derek, gritting my teeth as my cheeks burn with embarrassment, and I can’t figure out why.

What am I? A pirate ship, or your girlfriend, Jeremy?

I can practically hear Secretary Freedman batting her eyelashes in cooperation as she replies, “Why that’s fine, Mr. Hunt, and I consider it a highly appropriate request in reference to our situation. I’ll assign you Ryan McKa—“

Jeremy waves her off into instant silence. “No, I am taking Miss Turner, and Miss Turner only. I think we can both agree that she will be enough security.”

This time my eyes jump to Jeremy, who’s mouth is puckered into the most adorable smirk, and although his eyes aren’t on me, I know that wry look is meant for me. I bet you he is only too tempted to slyly add, “I am sure she wouldn’t let anything happen to me …” and he’d be right.

The corners of my lips squirm involuntarily as I wrap my head around what he means.

Among the chaos and the insane, is he hinting at what I think he his? A date night in Paris?

I feel like the bad-ass federal agent in me should be rolling her eyes, and laughing at how ridiculous it all sounds. Yet, my heart flutters with the same giddiness that I can only imagine a girl infatuated with a man in the city of love would have.

I steal another glance at Jeremy’s perfect profile, cursing it, and adoring it. Wasn’t I annoyed at him two seconds ago?

How can I focus on guns and ammo when I have something like that to look forward to?

It isn’t until I hear Derek’s disgruntled sigh that has me realizing I have to find a way to balance this whole business and pleasure thing as I bounce my eyes apologetically to his.

“Sorry,” I whisper. I strum my fingers on the table, frustrated with Derek’s bossy eyes on me. “It’s kinda hard to pay attention,” I whisper again haughtily.

Ryan McKay chimes in this time, which I know will annoy Derek more than me.

“Turner is just excited to be treated like lady, which probably doesn’t happen too often.”

The arrogant sound of his voice flips the switch in my body that causes my right arm to leap out and punch something. My fist makes contact with his arm.

“Ow,” he grumbles through his shit-eating grin, that tells me regardless of earning a bruise in the process, he has still somehow won this petty interaction. Why am I smirking, too?

“Can-it, McKay,” barks Derek.

As if even being caught like three kids in a playground scuffle, the voice of Cynthia Freedman sounds from behind us. “Is there a problem, Captain Matthews?”

Gosh, I’ll never get used to hearing that.

He swivels around to face her, back straight and rigid as he replies, “No, Secretary. No problem.”

The moment she turns around and begins her departure, Derek’s elbow comes in playful contact with my gut before he says, “Would you please stop making us look like the three stooges, Turner?”

I twist my lips, overwhelmed by the insult, and before I can reply with something as equally rude, Jeremy’s hearty laughter echoes into the room, meaning he's been watching the entire scene unfold.

I picture the situation from the outside, and know I can assume the dumb-ass smirk Ryan has behind me, which only puts the cherry on top of this over the top situation.

This is not at all how I imagined this assignment to go, and I have only been in this city a day.

Uncomfortable in my own skin for a moment, I shake out my shoulders wondering if within the limits of Paris there might be a shooting range somewhere to help me regain my sense of balance.

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So, what did you think? Have you read what has been posted online, or just your puchased/ARC copy?

Are you excited to see the shenanigans unfold? What will Agent Turner be up against in this book? How will the romance with Jeremy Hunt go? Are you eager for their night out in Paris? Do you think Jeremy will let her bring her gun? ;)

Thanks so much for reading. I would love to hear any and all thoughts when it comes to the coming sequel.

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You're all stellar <3

With a giddy smirk, yous truly,
A. Rosa