Endings. Truth be told, I can’t wait for this year to be over. Or maybe just this month. It’s not turned out at all how I had hoped the Christmas/New Year season would be.
However, that being said, with any ending, there is always a new beginning. And sometimes both at the same time…
Enter, Vinter. Now that is a lovely way to end the year.
The bartender leaned against the polished, scarred wood of the bar. “Another one?”
Elise looked at the bottom of her glass and debated what the correct answer should be. Would she rather drive home or call a cab?
“Yes, let the lady have another.”
She turned her head at the man who had come to straddle the barstool next to hers. Short auburn hair, ice blue eyes, both arms covered in brightly colored tats, fingernails painted black, and a barely contained sex appeal reached out and enveloped her from her head all the way down to her toes. She wanted him. Right here, right now.
She cleared her throat, found her voice, and was pleased at its steadiness. “I appreciate it, but no. I think it’s time for me to call it a night.” In his bed would be a nice place to do that, but she’d just called a halt to all men for a while. Even gorgeous ones with hard dicks pressing against worn denim, and solid muscles framed to lean perfection beneath faded black tee shirts.
God, she needed to go home. He was way too tempting and her bruised ego was way too vulnerable.
Yes, why indeed. “It’s just time. Been a long day and all that.”
He reached out and stroked the back of her hand that was wrapped around the empty glass. “Going home alone?”
Would you like to come home with me? “Yes, alone.”
“Hmmm. That doesn’t sound like fun at all. Tell ya what. Why don’t you let me buy you another drink and you can fill me in on why it’s been such a long day. I’m a pretty good listener.”
He had a deliciously, well-defined mouth and Elise wanted to let her lips fall down on his. His voice rolled over her like a warm blanket, soft and comfortably deep. “The guy I’d been seeing ended things today. I got the text message at lunch.”
“Text message? You serious? Dumbass man.”
She tried not to smile but couldn’t help it. It was just a small smile, but nonetheless he answered her with one of his own and she swore her pussy melted in her jeans.
“No. I was the dumbass in this one. I really did know better and now, well, hindsight is twenty-twenty.” She shrugged and the bartender chose that moment to set another rum and Coke in front of her. The smell of the alcohol made her feel lightheaded. Whoa. She didn’t need to drink it, she could just inhale it. Instead of calling a cab, she would be sleeping on the floor beneath the stool she sat on.
“What did you know better about?”
“Trust me, you don’t want to know.” She took a small sip of her new drink. The rum burned going down and it felt good. Tattoo man would feel better, but…
“He was married.”
“Oh. Yeah, that’s never good. Are you?”
“Am I what? Good? Yes.”
He grinned at her and heat flooded her cheeks. She had no idea where that teasing, suggestive comment had come from, but she liked it, liked that she made him grin. He was devastating to look at.
“Mmmm. I’ll give you a chance to prove it later. Are you married?”
She shook her head. “No, I’m not.”
“Then why waste your time on a man who is?”
She never would have if she’d known. Where were all the damn warning signs? “I didn’t know he was married. See, that’s me being the dumbass. He gave all his numbers, his address. There were never any restrictions on communication or seeing one another.” And there hadn’t been. She could call him whenever, though she always let him call her. She’d never been one who could chase a man, even one she was dating. She could see him every night, every day. He’d introduced her to people he worked with, friends he hung out with. There had been nothing that she could remember, and she’d been racking her brain all afternoon trying to figure out, trying to jog her memory, trying to find something that would have hinted that there was a Mrs. But there was nothing.
“When did you find out?”
“In his text message. He said he was going back to his wife.” And there it was all over again…the shock, the humiliation at having gotten involved with a married man without having realized it. There hadn’t even been a tan line on his ring finger. She’d looked. Going back obviously meant that he’d been separated from his wife, but still…
She lowered her head and laid her forehead on the bar. That twinge inside her gut, that complete lack of understanding at how her character judgments had become so flawed, gnawed at her. She used to be able to read people, guys especially, mainly because she watched more than she talked. What had happened that she couldn’t choose a guy anymore who was worth anything, who wasn’t a loser? What had happened to her once-upon-a-time, never-let-her-down intuition?
Tattoo Man leaned close, his breath whispered into her ear, fanned across her skin, and she fought not to shiver, fought not to lift her head and turn it just a fraction of an inch to her right. “Let me take care of you.”
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Have a Happy and Safe New Year’s Eve!
It’s gonna be a busy few weeks and I have lofty goals and plans for the next month during NaNoWriMo. For those of you who do not know what that means, well, it stands for National Novel Writing Month. 50,000 words in 30 days. The book I’m working on for it is Drive Shaft, the second race car book for Loose Id.
I have attempted NaNoWriMo the last couple of years, but have not finished. Last year I kind of choked under pressure and didn’t write for a few months. This year, I’m going about things a little differently and am feeling really good about my writing. Forcing myself to put out the 3 short male/male stories has helped me a lot. Even though they’re not selling well, I’m enjoying the sense of accomplishment. I’m learning. I’m experimenting. And I’m trying not to get down that they’re not selling well. It’s been almost a year since I’ve had a good size book come out and that’s no one’s fault but mine. I take full responsibility for it.
I am writing a lot right now. I am finishing up Revealed, what I think is going to be the final installment of Bobby and Thor’s little erotic romance. It’ll be slightly longer than Unmasked, which was slightly longer than Masked. Revealed has more than one scene, more than one POV, and a whole lot of verbal interaction between Bobby and Thor. They are beginning and this story is not meant to be a full length book, it’s not meant to iron out every last detail. It’s a beginning…
I am also working on Trouble In The Making. I’m going to finish that one if it kills me! The awesome artist Kendra Egert of Creations by Kendra is working on the cover and as soon as I have it, you’ll get to see it. She’s also going to be creating some trading cards for me too…
I am very excited about Twisted Up. I mean HUGELY excited about it! I want to spend most all of December talking about it, planning some promo and contests for it. It’s a fun, sexy book with A LOT and I mean A LOT of sex in it. There’s some intense emotion. There’s some laughter. But THERE IS A LOT OF SEX. Just warning you now.
I want to say that I appreciate all of you, my readers. Y’all have kept me going, especially the ones who email me with threats. Those of you who comment on my blogs, who follow me on Facebook and Twitter, who tell other readers about my books. I appreciate each and every one of you. And I’m going to ask you to do something I’ve not asked you to do before. Rate my books. On Amazon or Barnes and Noble. Wherever you buy them from, please go out and rate them, review them. Good or bad. (Good preferably, but most of all HONESTLY). Give them a Like on the Facebook button too. I mean really. There are a lot of readers out there who don’t know Vinter! Surely they deserve to know the man! Think of how deprived they are with him… Just sayin’ ya know… for the good of the readers, y’all!
How about this? Go out and rate/review one of my books, all of them, whatever… Go forth and give your opinions, come back here and tell me you have, and I’ll have a contest for Vinter, Buck, and Cam trading cards on Thursday at 7pm!
I now have to get back to writing. NaNoWriMo writing is done for the day, but I still have to work on Revealed and on Trouble In The Making.
Have a great Tuesday!
If you have one and love it, convince me that I need one. Y’all know I’m a coffee whore. It’s a plain and simple fact. I am told more often than not in this online community when people think of me they think of three things … Coffee, cupcakes, and Vinter.
It’s more than just drinking of coffee for me. It’s the whole process. Hell, I even created a coffee station in my house with my drip maker (which I never use anymore), my espresso machine (which I need a new one), my two French presses (different sizes), and my coffee grinder (awesome).
So, it’s not that I don’t have enough coffee making paraphernalia. It’s not that I think I need one. I don’t need the hot water for hot chocolate cause I generally make it with milk, in a pot, with cocoa, and sugar, and vanilla on the stove. It doesn’t take any extra effort to heat up water for soup or oatmeal or mac and cheese cups. And because the coffee grinder has a timer, I can multi-task with coffee making. I make cold brewed coffee crack for iced coffee, so, I wouldn’t need to brew any for iced. My favorite iced coffee drink at the moment is an iced Caramel Macchiato which requires espresso. I’ve seen espresso K-cups, but I’m not sure of the strength or quality of such.
Honestly, too, the French press makes just amazingly delicious coffee…smooth, rich coffee that’s got a whole different taste than drip. I’m not really even sure that it’s cost effective with regards to the K-cups, but in a general sense, at the moment, that’s neither here nor there.
I’ve never had coffee from the Keurig and I don’t know anyone local that has one. The only people I hear talking about them are well… other authors and readers and editors and publishers, etc… Everyone is always going on and on and on about how much they LOVE their Keurig, how they can’t live without their Keurig, how their life has been transformed by their Keurig.
So, if you have one, tell me why you love it, why it’s the best thing since…well, the invention of coffee makers, and why a coffee whore such as myself should have one. Of course, if you don’t have a Keurig, tell me if you want one and why.
Oh, and yes, there is a giveaway for the person with the best, most convincing answer, I’ll give a $25 Amazon.com gift card or if you have a Keurig, a package of K-cups (we can discuss your fave, etc… upon winning if you have one).
I’ll give y’all until Monday morning, 8am EST to respond and by noon I’ll have chosen a winner.
Oh and as more incentive to play along… I will gift a copy of Simple Need to one friend of the winner who hasn’t read it yet, but that you know wants to read it! Or to you, the winner, if you haven’t read it! But I mean, c’mon…it’s Vinter!
I hope all of you have a very, very happy and safe holiday!
Thank you to all my readers… Your support and friendship are more than I could have ever hoped for or imagined. You are all my Merry Christmas.
By now, I’m sure many of you have seen the Ink Spots cover on the Coming Soon page here on my website or on the Ellora’s Cave Coming Soon pages, but here it is being officially SQUEE’D over on my blog.
There’s a bit of tattooing in the title Ink Spots on the cover and I just love that. I asked them to make it as HAWT as the Simple Need cover and Ellora’s Cave did not disappoint in their efforts.
Ink Spots is a fun, sexy, naughty book. The hero, Jaz is big and brooding, scary to some. The heroine, Mandi is sweet and shy and completely in lust.
The release date is December 24th, so, for some readers it will be a very Merry Christmas if some of the messages I’ve gotten are anything to go by…
By night, Mandi is a waitress in her best friend’s adult entertainment club, complete with long raven hair and bright violet eyes. By day, she’s a boutique jewelry maker with a flair for the occasional naughty design. She’s shy, quiet, a definitive Plain Jane, and completely in lust with the one man that wouldn’t ever be interested in her. He’s big, menacing, and inspires every one of her dirty girl desires. If birthday wishes came true, he would hers.
Tattoo artist. Business owner. Lover of vintage cars. And drummer. Jaz is far from the normal, average guy. Built like a brick wall and inked from head to toe, he can scare the faint of heart with just a look, but the faint of heart isn’t what interests him, isn’t what fuels his fantasies and keeps him hard from dawn to dusk. It’s her: the waitress, his sister’s friend, the birthday girl.
Without having told a soul of her attraction, Mandi is given the best present ever. Jaz. And she’s got one night to make every wicked thought and erotic dream she’s had about him come true.