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Of Happiness Teaser!
Unedited, subject to change - you know the drill:
“I won’t go another day without you, Edith. Not one.” He delivers the words intently. He will stop at nothing to get what he wants.
It infuriates me, his arrogance. The fury pushes past the exhaustion and hurt. So easily he dismissed what grew between us because of small obstacles set forth by his sister. Now in the midst of a major evolution in the relationship with my father, he expects me to drop it and focus on him?
“You want me?” I snap. Lifting my hand to where his rests around my neck, I tug it away.
“More than want. You are a necessity to me,” his voice is just as harsh, passionate and he tightens his grip.
“Then show me! Stop running away and keeping me at arm’s length.” My head falls forward as I lose some of my aggression. “Do you realize that tonight I’m working on things with my father? He and I have spent the last three days bulldozing over the ash that was our twisted relationship. Of course in these past three days I’ve ached for resolution but I told myself to put you on hold. Tonight was the night I was going to speak to him through my music. So, yes, you and I need to talk, but not today.”
“I won’t go another day without you, Edith. Not one.” He delivers the words intently. He will stop at nothing to get what he wants.
It infuriates me, his arrogance. The fury pushes past the exhaustion and hurt. So easily he dismissed what grew between us because of small obstacles set forth by his sister. Now in the midst of a major evolution in the relationship with my father, he expects me to drop it and focus on him?
“You want me?” I snap. Lifting my hand to where his rests around my neck, I tug it away.
“More than want. You are a necessity to me,” his voice is just as harsh, passionate and he tightens his grip.
“Then show me! Stop running away and keeping me at arm’s length.” My head falls forward as I lose some of my aggression. “Do you realize that tonight I’m working on things with my father? He and I have spent the last three days bulldozing over the ash that was our twisted relationship. Of course in these past three days I’ve ached for resolution but I told myself to put you on hold. Tonight was the night I was going to speak to him through my music. So, yes, you and I need to talk, but not today.”
Pressure Point Teaser!
The first (unedited, subject to change) teaser from Pressure Point is yours to devour!
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Pressure Point Teaser
We are EIGHT days away from the Pressure Point release!
You can pre-order Pressure Point for $0.99 here:
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***TEASER***
"Stella, please wait."
I know my heart is at risk. It's tottering on the edge of a cliff, and a stiff wind could send it over the edge. He has the power. To scar me. To break me. To destroy me. But the moment that he murmurs my name, I relinquish control.
“Why?” I choke out. “Who are you? The nurturing big brother? The loving, compassionate guy I’ve come to know, or the conceited prick using me for my body? You know what; don’t answer that. I can’t do this anymore.”
You can pre-order Pressure Point for $0.99 here:
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1xYkfC3
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1AAJ6MB
***TEASER***
"Stella, please wait."
I know my heart is at risk. It's tottering on the edge of a cliff, and a stiff wind could send it over the edge. He has the power. To scar me. To break me. To destroy me. But the moment that he murmurs my name, I relinquish control.
“Why?” I choke out. “Who are you? The nurturing big brother? The loving, compassionate guy I’ve come to know, or the conceited prick using me for my body? You know what; don’t answer that. I can’t do this anymore.”
Point of No Return Teaser!
A completely unedited teaser from Point of No Return
#TeaserTuesday
Then he kisses my forehead again. It’s not sexual, sensual, seductive or any other one of those intimate words I can think of. No, this kiss is like a hot bubble bath after being caught in a rainstorm.
It’s a bowl of chicken noodle soup to soothe the flu. His kiss warms me from within and settles all of the craziness running rampant in my mind.
In this moment, there’s peace.
I find myself not wanting this moment to end. I lift my arms to settle around his waist, hugging him loosely.
It’s hard to say how long we stand there, joined by the gentle pressure of his chin atop my head, and my cheek lightly touching his heart.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
#TeaserTuesday
Then he kisses my forehead again. It’s not sexual, sensual, seductive or any other one of those intimate words I can think of. No, this kiss is like a hot bubble bath after being caught in a rainstorm.
It’s a bowl of chicken noodle soup to soothe the flu. His kiss warms me from within and settles all of the craziness running rampant in my mind.
In this moment, there’s peace.
I find myself not wanting this moment to end. I lift my arms to settle around his waist, hugging him loosely.
It’s hard to say how long we stand there, joined by the gentle pressure of his chin atop my head, and my cheek lightly touching his heart.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Point of No Return Teaser
And now a snippet from PoNR!
Did Max know he’d leave me one day?
"You're the most beautiful woman to walk this earth, and I won't be the only man to believe that in the deepest, most honest parts of his soul."
Max whispers the words one night while we lay in bed together, threading his fingers through my free hair.
“Who cares about other men? You’re it for me and I’ll only ever want you.” I place my palm flat on his chest, using the wall of muscle as leverage to push up and stare straight into his eyes.
“Okay, baby,” he acquiesces huskily.
I knew that tone of voice and the conversation was quickly forgotten.
Max’s prophecy continues to plague me. He spoke like he knew emphatically that he wouldn’t be around to grow old and gray with me.
Grief crashes over me, rough waves dragging me into the depths of heartache. Will it ever relent? At times like this, I fear I'll never escape. And I fear escaping. If I swim out of the wave, will I forget the way Max’s skin smelled first thing in the morning? Will I forget the way he teased me with endless nicknames that didn't make sense? Come here push pop, he'd whisper when I was in a foul mood. I want to be his push pop. I'd give anything, anything, for him to whisper that one more time.
Add it to your TBR: http://bit.ly/1vC6Nxx
Did Max know he’d leave me one day?
"You're the most beautiful woman to walk this earth, and I won't be the only man to believe that in the deepest, most honest parts of his soul."
Max whispers the words one night while we lay in bed together, threading his fingers through my free hair.
“Who cares about other men? You’re it for me and I’ll only ever want you.” I place my palm flat on his chest, using the wall of muscle as leverage to push up and stare straight into his eyes.
“Okay, baby,” he acquiesces huskily.
I knew that tone of voice and the conversation was quickly forgotten.
Max’s prophecy continues to plague me. He spoke like he knew emphatically that he wouldn’t be around to grow old and gray with me.
Grief crashes over me, rough waves dragging me into the depths of heartache. Will it ever relent? At times like this, I fear I'll never escape. And I fear escaping. If I swim out of the wave, will I forget the way Max’s skin smelled first thing in the morning? Will I forget the way he teased me with endless nicknames that didn't make sense? Come here push pop, he'd whisper when I was in a foul mood. I want to be his push pop. I'd give anything, anything, for him to whisper that one more time.
Add it to your TBR: http://bit.ly/1vC6Nxx
