Here is the first page of S.E.C.R.E.T. Revealed, out Spring 2014. If you've read S.E.C.R.E.T. Shared, you know how it ends
This excerpt goes back--just a week earlier--when Cassie and Will were in the throes of their heady, lovely reunion, before that fateful night at Latrobe's ripped them apart again.
Enjoy...we're almost there...hopefully going to look at covers soon!!!




Cassie: Prologue
Had it been only a week? A week since I put on that black-and-white lace camisole with the matching panties? My ear pressed to the door, I listened to him take the steps in twos, forcing myself to count to five after he knocked lightly, trying so hard to appear a little less excited at seeing him. I only made it to three seconds and then whipped open the door. There was my Will, holding a fist of scurvy flowers clearly stolen from a vase at the Café.
“For you,” Will said, placing the flowers under my nose before tossing them over my head on to the floor behind me. “And for me,” he said, scooping me up and carrying me backwards to my bed.
He threw me down across the bedspread. I squealed, delighted as he pushed my camisole up over my breasts to kiss my stomach. Then I went lax, watching as the mere taste of my skin inflamed him, making him hungrier, rougher, which I found agonizing and thrilling. The sound from his throat as he worked off my camisole and threw it aside--I can still hear it.
“Are you real?” he asked, as he gathered my breasts in his hands.
“Well, I thought about implants, but I’m just not that kind of girl, you know?” I said, lazily running my fingers through his thick, dark hair. But he wasn’t going to be distracted by my joke. We weren’t “just friends” anymore. We were lovers. And he was lost in me, in my body, my hair, my skin. I let myself be an ocean, allowing desire to wash over me, my blood pumping, sending small shudders through my legs, making me ache in places he would soon be touching. He was mad at my panties and whipped them over my head. They made a tiny thump as they hit the window. He regarded my body like a banquet, unsure where to kiss first. His hands knew where to be, his fingers especially, as they traced along the curve of my pelvis, gracing where I was wet and waiting.
“I want you so badly,” he said, his hot palm on my skin. There were more words, but I don’t remember them. My eyes were shut, the blood now pounding in my ears, my anticipation so great I threw my arms over my head opening my whole body to him like a gift, just to see what he would make of it.