Thursday, July 17, 2014

Coming Soon

Here's a little update on what's been happening in Linda Kage land.  I wrote like a fiend so I could get the third Forbidden Men book finished before Loving Lies was released, because if I'd finished it after, then I would've had to wait at least six months to publish it. But we're all good, and the two stories should be coming out about a week apart from each other.



So First up!  In the last week of August, I should have Be My Hero (Pick and Eva's story) ready for the world.

I felt bad about always bugging the same people to beta read, so I sought out a whole new group of people this time around, and their wonderful comments made me think I could actually have it edited and whipped into some kind of shape by my release date!

It's with an editor now, and I should (fingers crossed) have it ready for reviewers in mid-August...hopefully. So hey! If there are any reviewers out there who'll want a copy, you can let me know, and I'll put you on the list to send out an ARC when they're ready!

The editor said my blurb is a hot mess, so that will obvious change, but...it's all I have at the moment, sorry, ergo here's a small clue as to what Be My Hero is about!       

BLURB -

EVA -
My life is an absolute mess. Single, nineteen, seven-months pregnant and living off the good graces of my cousin, I have no promising prospects for the future, no life skills in which to further myself. Plus I’m in the midst of a complete attitude overhaul, or at least I’m trying on that score. The last thing I should be thinking about is men. I’m done with that species. For good. Or at least I was until Pick exploded into my life.


PICK -
For ten years, I have been dreaming about this girl. I know how she smells, how it feels to hold her in my arms, how she tastes when I kiss her. The problem is I’ve never actually met her. I don’t even know her name. I know that makes no sense, and you probably wouldn’t believe me, even if I told you the whole story. But she’s the one, and I’ve been waiting for her. It’s just my brand of luck that my soul mate would walk into the bar where I work on the very day I get married...to someone else.


They come from polar opposite backgrounds, and yet the connection they share draws them together too tightly to matter. Nothing can keep them apart...except maybe a three-month-old boy whose very life depends on them keeping their hands off each other. And so, their love becomes forbidden.

And here's a raw, unedited excerpt.

BE MY HERO TEASER
(warning : contains some explicit language)

“We’re only a block from the club. I’ll just drop you off at the front door, head to the drug store, pop over to Dawn and Sarah’s, and then come back to pick you up on my way home.”

She’d have to do a lot of driving out of her way to come back for me, but I knew she always felt a sense of urgency to hop right to whenever Mason’s mom needed something from her. So I kept silent.

“Okay.” Tucking Pick’s shirt into my purse, I bobbed my head as she slowed to a stop at the curb.

“And remember.” Reese sent me a wink and a grin. “It’s totally okay if you want to rip all those clothes off that tattooed piece of man candy and just...lick him. You’re pregnant. Your hormones are all out of control. It’s not your fault.”

I rolled my eyes, my pregnant hormones stirring at the visual my best friend had just painted in my head. “Thanks so much for your permission.” Opening the door, I added, “But listening to my hormones is kind of how I got into this situation in the first place. So, I think I’ll pass.”

“But Mason actually likes this guy. He says Pick is his favorite coworker...not only because he’s a hell of a worker, but because of the way he treats women. I guess the man knows how to make each and every one of them feel special.”

Staring at her, I tried to ignore the disappointment that bit me in the ass. So he treated all woman well, huh? I knew that was supposed to be a good thing. I mean, it was a good thing. But it also meant he hadn’t singled me out. I hadn’t been special at all, just another nameless, faceless female he felt the urge to pamper.

Shaking my head, I told myself it didn’t matter. I was staying away from all men, anyway. Focusing on nothing but babies over here.

But inside, it still hurt. I’d probably meant nothing at all to a guy I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about for two weeks straight.

With a shake of my head, I shook off my disappointment and blew Reese a kiss. “Bye, sweetie. Give Sarah this kiss for me, ‘kay?”

“Okay.”

As Reese pulled away, I turned and looked up at the bright neon lights of the Forbidden Nightclub. They had ten more minutes until opening, so I hurried forward and knocked on the glass of the front door until the guy who’s name I’d never learned appeared on the other side, peering out at me.

I pulled Mason’s shirt out of my purse and waved it like some kind of peace offering until he unlocked the door and opened it.

“Hi,” I said, sending him an uncertain smile. “You’re Gamble, right?”

“Quinn,” he corrected.

Score. Got his name. “Quinn,” I repeated. “Right. Hey, I don’t know if you remember me. I’m Mason’s cousin, Eva.” Or I would be soon. “I’m here to deliver a shirt.”

“For Pick?” he asked, opening the door wide for me.

“Yep.” I stepped inside, holding my breath for that first moment I’d get to see him again. “For Pick.”

But I didn’t spot Pick anywhere. Aside from Quinn, only Mason and Ten filled the large, quiet club. I started for Mason, who was doing something behind the bar with his back to me.

“One black T-shirt,” I announced, making him jump and whirl around. “Freshly cleaned and folded.”

When I lifted it, he scowled at the article of clothing before glancing behind me. “Where’s Reese?”

“Change of plans.” I seated myself at the bar and spotted a bowl of beer nuts. I tapped my fingers along the countertop for a few seconds, trying to resist temptation, before I just couldn’t handle it any longer, and I reached out. “Your mom called.” My next words were muffled as I chewed. “Ree Ree had to do a pharmacy store run for Sarah. So she dropped me off and will be back once all that’s out of the way.”

Worry leapt onto his face. “What’s wrong with Sarah?”

I shrugged. “Fever. Or something. I’m not sure.”

Completely dismissing me, he yanked up his cell phone and started dialing. As he was busy calling Reese, Ten plopped onto the stool beside me.

Hitching his chin my way, he wiggled his eyebrows. “So, you going to breastfeed that kid once it pops out?”

When his gaze fell to my swollen, milk-filled boobs, I sighed. I’d dealt with this exact kind of immature moron way too much in my life. Shifting closer toward him, I gave him a flirty smile. “Why, yes. Yes, I am.” Touching his arm, I fluttered my lashes. “Hey, do you think you could watch me do it sometime, tell me if it looks right, because...” I lifted my fingers to bite one fingernail. “I’m just so new at it, I don’t know how to make anyone suck on my tits.”

He nodded, dumbly, his mouth falling open. “Hell, yeah, I could watch. You serious, honey?”

God, no, I’m not serious, you loser.” Shoving him hard in the arm, I pushed him off the bar stool he was sitting on. “Get a life and stop hitting on pregnant woman. Gah!”

After tripping over his own legs, he landed on his ass, hard. With a mouthful of muttered curses, he scrambled upright and dusted floor grime off the back of his jeans as he scowled. “Jesus, I was just asking. All you had to do was say no.”

“No,” I said, eyeing him with some serious warning.

He lifted his hands and backed away, “Fine. Whatever. Your loss, milk tits.”

When he turned away, Pick finally appeared, striding out of the back hall and running a harassed hand through his damp hair as if something had upset him. A sizzling wave of energy passed through me. I popped off the bar stool so fast I made myself dizzy.

“Hi,” I rushed out the breathless greeting.

He lurched to a stop and jerked his head my way. As he stared without responding, I grew extra nervous. “I...you...here. Shirt.”

Oh, my God. What the hell had I just said?

His eyebrows crinkled with confusion as he looked down at the shirt I was thrusting at him. When he looked up again, I blew out a breath. “Mason called,” I finally said with some decorum, even though my cheeks were burning up with embarrassment.

I couldn’t believe I was acting like such a ditz. I was Eva Mercer, the queen of cool and collected, unaffected and always hard-to-get. I was supposed to have goddamn attitude here. If I’d just thrown myself at Pick’s feet and begged take me, I’m yours, I don’t think I could feel any more pathetic than I did now.

“He said you needed a shirt and asked if we could run one of his down to you,” I added more calmly. “So...voila! Here you go. Cleaned it myself, just today.”

He didn’t take the shirt. Frowning, he asked, “Mason called you? Wait, you do his laundry?”

I wasn’t expecting such questions, and I was a little thrown off by the accusation in his voice.

Blinking and sputtering, it took me a moment to answer. “Well...yeah, I do their laundry. If I’m going to live with them and sponge off them, the least I can do is wash their clothes. And it wasn’t like he called me, exactly. He called Reese and asked her. But she’s...otherwise occupied at the moment, and I was just sitting around on the couch, you know, waiting for my baby to be born. So, I volunteered.”

He began to smile as if pleased to hear I’d actually wanted to come fetch him a shirt. But then another frown marred his brow. He shook his head. “Wait. You live with Mason?”

“What?” My eyes grew big as I blurted. “No. Not at all. I live with Reese...who...lives with Mason.” When he lifted an eyebrow, I bit my lip. “So, okay, technically, I guess we reside under the same roof. And eat in the same kitchen, and share one miniscule little bathroom, but...I don’t live with Mason. Nothing like that.” When I gave a nervous little laugh, he burst out smiling.

God, I loved his smile. I loved how it made his eyes light up and how his stretched lips made the rings in them shift and move. I just felt so full whenever he looked happy like this.

“Well, thanks for clearing that up. And thanks for the shirt.”

He reached out and wrapped his fingers around a portion of cloth. But I wasn’t so ready to give up this moment. When he tried to slip it out of my hand, I didn’t exactly let him take it. We found ourselves both holding onto the same item, neither of us letting go, playing a seriously hot game of tug-of-war.

“You’re welcome,” I said, noticing how the drenched shirt he was wearing now clung to his torso. And, wow, who knew someone so slim could have such a defined chest? And was the an outline of a nipple ring I saw through that wet cloth? Oh holy hosanna, the boy had a pierced nipple. Kill me now.


And that's all I'm going to show you about that!

***




So a week or two after Be My Hero comes out, Loving Lies will make it's big appearance. I saw a peek of the cover. It matches Fighting Fate pretty well (which is the first book in this series). Can't wait to show it to you.  Until then, though, here's a a blurb and excerpt for that!

LOVING LIES BLURB :

Tess Simpson absolutely cannot handle seeing anyone suffer. When she volunteers to work as a candy striper after the Granton University school shooting, she is only supposed to coax the amnesiac in room 312 to eat his supper. Yeah right. After learning no one’s come to visit him since he woke from a coma and can’t remember who he is, Tess needs to make him feel loved, ASAP. Telling him she’s his girlfriend isn’t part of her plan, but that’s exactly what blurts from her mouth.

Except one little lie made from the purest of intensions can still rattle the hardest of hearts.

LOVING LIES TEASER
(warning : contains some explicit language)

Covering her mouth, Tess hurried down the hall and veered blindly around the first turn she came to, only to get rammed in the gut by an empty cart.

She didn’t even feel the pain in her abdomen. She closed her eyes and moaned. “I’m sorry.” Lifting her hand in apology to the cart pusher, she whirled away to run in the opposite direction.

But Bailey’s voice has her screeching to a halt and spinning back. “Tess?” From the other side of the cart, her best friend blinked at her as if she’d lost her mind. “What the hell? Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?”

Like a balloon deflating of air, all the pent up misery and guilt rushed from her system. “No.” Tess charged toward Bailey and grabbed her arm. “We need to go. Right now.”

“Wha—” Bailey stumbled along behind her. “What happened? Oh, shit. You didn’t kill the poor bastard in three-twelve, did you?”

“No. But I’m going to have a panic attack if we don’t find an exit soon.” When she hurried them around another corner, she whimpered. “Where the hell are all the elevators in this freaking building?”

“Good Lord.” Bailey let out a huff, grabbed Tess’s hand and led her the other way until they exited the hall and those magical silver doors came into view.

Beyond grateful, Tess rushed to them and started jabbing buttons. She didn’t speak until the doors opened and she and her best friend were safely sealed inside alone. When the floor began to drop, making everything in her stomach dip as well, she wrapped an arm around her waist and turned to Bailey.

“I think I just made the worst mistake of my life.”

Bailey blinked. “Well? What happened?”

Tess sucked in air, so much that she became lightheaded. “I...I...I felt so bad for him. No one had come to visit him, he’d been shot three times, and he’d just come out of a coma. A coma, Bailey, a freaking coma. And now he has amnesia. He was so alone and afraid and upset. And his eyes. Oh, my God. His eyes seemed to hold all the pain in the world. I just couldn’t...he needed to know someone cared, so I...so I told him...”

“You told him what?”

With a wince, Tess buried her face in her hands and peeked between the gap in her fingers. “I told him I was his girlfriend.”

Bailey’s jaw dropped. “You did what? Holy shit, Tess! Why would you say that?”

“I just told you why!”

“But his girlfriend? Why would you go that route? Couldn’t you have just said you two shared a class together or something?”

Tess began to wring her hands. “That was the original plan, but I...I froze. He was just...he was so hot. Like...an eleven, hot. Like mouth-wateringly gorgeously hot.”

“Oh.” Bailey rolled her eyes. “Jesus, what is it about a guy with a pretty face that brings out your stupid gene?”

“I don’t know,” Tess wailed, gripping her hair. “But I wish it’d just go away and quit afflicting me because it’s going to get me into deep trouble one of these days.”

“You mean, like it just did.”
 
Tess dropped her hands to scowl. “You’re not helping.”

***

Right now, I'm working on Book four and five and possibly six of the Forbidden Men series, along with book three of the Granton University series, as well as a new standalone Young Adult romance. 

And that's about all I have to report today. Hope you have a good one!

Monday, June 2, 2014

Cover Reveal - SECRETS OF HONOR by Carol Kilgore

The first customer I had for my cover designing adventure is finally having her big cover reveal today!  So...tada! 



Blurb:

By the end of a long evening working as a special set of eyes for the presidential security detail, all Kat Marengo wants is to kick off her shoes and stash two not-really-stolen rings in a secure spot. Plus, maybe sleep with Dave Krizak. No, make that definitely sleep with Dave Krizak. The next morning, she wishes her new top priorities were so simple.

As an operative for a covert agency buried in the depths of the Department of Homeland Security, Kat is asked to participate in a matter of life or death—locate a kidnapped girl believed to be held in Corpus Christi, Texas. Since the person doing the asking is the wife of the president and the girl is the daughter of the first lady’s dearest friend, it’s hard to say no.

Kat and Dave quickly learn the real stakes are higher than they or the first lady believed and will require more than any of them bargained for.

The kicker? They have twenty-four hours to find the girl—or the matter of life or death will become more than a possibility.

***


Carol Kilgore writes grocery lists, texts to her family, new lyrics to old songs for her dogs, love notes to her husband, and novels for herself. And for you. In between, she blogs weekly at Under the Tiki Hut and is active on Facebook and Twitter.

She sees mystery and subterfuge everywhere. And she’s a sucker for a good love story—especially ones with humor and mystery. Crime Fiction with a Kiss gives her the latitude to mix and match throughout the broad mystery and romance genres. Having flexibility makes her heart happy
 
 
 
 
You can find her around the web at :
 
Many congratulations to Carol on her next upcoming release.  I'm excited for this one!  And a round of thank-you's to her as well, for letting  me have a small part in her publishing process!  Here's to lots of success!
 
 

Monday, May 12, 2014

To Professor with Love Online Book Tour

Banner created by the amazing Ada Frost!

To Professor, With Love is having a book tour, and it starts today at the links below! You can win stuff at them!

Plus, if you're curious about the next book in the Forbidden Men series, I have a page for Be My Hero set up to help keep you updated of where it is in the writing/publishing process!

May 12th- Queen of All She Reads- Promo/Review
(Stop 2) Bibliophile Mystery- Excerpt/Promo
May 13th- Craves the Angst- Review
May 14th- Imagine a World- Review
(Stop 2) Girl With Books- Review
May 15th- In My Room Reading- Review/Promo
(Stop 2) YA Book Addict- Review
May 16th- The Suburban Eclectic Reviews- Review
(Stop 2) Reality Bites! Lets Get Lost!- Review/Excerpt
 
 
May 17th- Words of Wisdom from The Scarf Princess- Review/Interview
(Stop 2) Ramblings of a Book Lunatic- Review/Excerpt
May 18th- Storm Goddess Book Reviews- Review
(Stop 2) Scandalous Book Blog- Review
 
 
May 19th- Book Labyrinth- Interview
(Stop 2) The Hopeless Romantics Book Blog- Review/Excerpt
May 20th- Sugar and Spice Book Reviews- Review
(Stop 2) Falling in Fall- Review
(Stop 3) As the Pages Turn- Review/Excerpt
May 21st- Brooke Blogs- Review
(Stop 2) All Romance Reviews- Review
May 22nd- Romancing the Readers- Promo
(Stop 2) Romance Addict Book Blog- Review/Excerpt
May 23rd- Still Seeking Allies Blog- Review/Excerpt
(Stop 2) Loves Romance Books- Review/Excerpt
(Stop 3) Three Chicks and Their Books- Review/Excerpt
 
 

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

To Professor, with Love - Released!

IT'S HERE!!!  Or mostly here, anyway. 

To Professor, with Love has been uploaded to the following vendors and is ready to read, which a couple of you have already noticed!  I was going to wait until I had all the buy links to share, but I'll just update them as they come in! So here you go.  Hope you enjoy Noel and Aspen.

 
Available Now:
 
In Ebook
http://www.amazon.com/Professor-Love-Forbidden-Men/dp/B00JZ5VA46
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/to-professor-with-love/id870843981?mt=11
https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-toprofessorwithlove-1490559-177.html
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/432848
 
 In Paperback
 
 
Coming Soon:
 
In Ebook
Nook
Kobo  
Baker and Taylor Blio
 
 
And I'm off to work on the next book about Pick and Eva. Wish me luck. 
 
 

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Just a Few More Days!

Is it May yet?!

My kiddo has her last day of preschool for the semester on May first, and I think I'm going to start uploading early release versions of To Professor, with Love when May gets here. So, needless to say, I'm getting a little anxious for next week!



Things are really progressing for To Professor.  I have a chapter one sneak peak for it on Goodreads if you want to get started reading it early. And Goodreads is also hosting a giveaway for five paperback copies, starting today. I've even sent out advanced reading copies to a handful of reviewers (or possibly a couple handfuls of reviewers!!).

I'm kind of feeling sorry for those poor reviewers, though. I've gone over my proof copies two or three times since sending out their ARCs and I just keep finding silly mistakes. Make me want to clutch my hair and moan, "Why didn't I catch that the first ten times through?!"

Anyway, one or two people have liked To Professor with Love better than the story before it in the series: Price of a Kiss. But I think most of them prefer book one. I have this awful feeling, everyone is going to expect the same quirky characters as Reese was from Price of a Kiss. So warning: Noel and Aspen have different attitudes, sorry. Reese will make an appearance with her usual goofball charm, but she has a lot bigger role in book three, which...is getting harder to write each day.  But I keep picking at it, so eventually it'll find its way to an end.  Or at least, it better!

And I think that's all I have to report in Linda Kage world today.  Oh!  Wait.  I have gotten through edits on Loving Lies, so that story's getting closer to publication. I just don't know quite how much closer though!

My four-year-old is enjoying the warmer weather.  She picked a flower yesterday outside her school building. I didn't see what she'd done until after she brought it to me and told me it was for me.  I tried to quietly tell her that I didn't think she was supposed to pick those flowers, but she seemed so happy about her good deed, I felt bad about crushing her joy. So I didn't make a big deal about it.  Meanwhile, another little classmate of hers saw her pick it and wanted to pick one too.  Well, his mama was a little (okay, a lot) louder about telling him he shouldn't go picking the flowers.  When she starts chastising him, Lydia's eyes went wide and she hovered closer to me, suddenly realizing oops, she wasn't supposed to pick the flowers.  Finally, she looked up at me and whispered, "Are you hiding it, Mama? Put it in your purse."

Okay, now that's really all I have to say today! Happy reading!  Hope everyone enjoys the last few days of April.




Monday, March 31, 2014

Edits, Awards, and Reviews!


A couple announcements from the Linda Kage writing center:

The first round of edits for both To Professor, with Love AND Loving Lies have been completed.  To Professor is off to the proofreader, and Loving Lies is going through rewrites.

I haven't even received a form yet to fill out cover ideas for the publishers of Loving Lies to make a cover, so yeah, I have no clue what that cover will look like!  But I've always enjoyed surprises! So we'll all be surprised together. :)

I posted this picture a couple weeks ago on my Facebook page, but haven't yet shared it on my blog. 

I was super excited and completely shocked to receive this little award here in the mail.  I entered the Epic contest last June and had kind of forgotten about it until October when I learned I was a finalist in the Young Adult division for my story The Color of Grace.  I'd been a finalist before because I'd never won anything.  So, it was so amazing to get this!  Miss Lydia decided it would look best in her room, so she put it on one of her shelves!  Love that kid.

In a week or so when I get the proofs back for To Professor, with Love I believe I'll start bugging a few reviewers to see if anyone would like to read it for reviews.  So if you know any reviewers who would be interested in getting some ARCs, now's the time to let me know!

In other news...okay, I have no other news! I'm fairly boring lately. Hope everyone has a lovely week! Chat more later.

Friday, March 7, 2014

Cover Reveal - TO PROFESSOR WITH LOVE


Here it is!!
 
Get ready to meet Noel Gamble and Aspen Kavanagh this May in
To Professor with Love!!
 
I'm excited about this because it's the first one of my own books I'm publishing with one of my own Kage Covers on it!  So, yeah, if you totally hate it, it's completely on me this time, sorry.




So are you ready to hear more about To Professor with Love?? Well, here are the details!
 
Series : Forbidden Men, Book 2 (and yes, Mason, Reese, Eva, and even Sarah will appear in a couple places in this story)
 
Genre : New Adult Romance
 
Length : 110,000 words (aka - about 390 pages)
 
Hero : Noel Gamble, 21 years old, junior in college, star football quarterback, and bartender at the Forbidden Night Club
 
Heroine : Dr. Aspen Kavanagh, 23 years old, prodigy genius child, literature professor, and secret fan of football...and an even more secret fan of hot men in tight pants!
 
Readability : Over 18-years-old due to explicit scenes and language
 
POV : First person point of view, alternating between hero and heroine
 
BLURB :
 
Junior in college.
Star athlete.
Constant attention from the opposite sex.
 
On this campus, I’m worshiped. While seven hundred miles away, back in my hometown, I’m still trailer park trash, child of the town tramp, and older sibling to three kids who are counting on me to keep my shit together so I can take them away from the same crappy life I grew up in.
 
These two opposing sides of myself never mix until one person gets a glimpse of the true me. I never expected to connect with anyone like this or want more beyond one night. This may be the real deal.
Problem is, Dr. Kavanagh’s my literature professor.
 
If I start anything with a teacher and we’re caught together, I might as well kiss my entire future goodbye, as well as my family’s and especially Dr. Kavanagh’s. Except sometimes love is worth risking everything. Or at least, it damn well better be because I can only resist so much.
 
-N. G.-
 
 
EXCERPT : (from Chapter 9)

I’d been stood up. I hadn’t talked to Philip since the day before when we’d revised our plans, but I figured we were still on.

Oh, how wrong I was.

But I was already here, so I stayed and kept looking for him. I didn’t want to become a lame loser and go home alone in the nicest, sexiest dress I owned to sulk on the couch as I ate bon-bons and watched reruns of my one true love, Damon, on The Vampire Diaries. I wanted my damn date to show.

So, here I wandered through crowds of partying friends, feeling alone and abandoned. Uncomfortable to find myself surrounded by so many college students, I wondered why Philip had even chosen this place. Wouldn’t he want a break from this crowd?

Thank God no one had recognized me as their English professor yet, but I’d certainly recognized a few of them. Or maybe I should say no one recognized me until I finally approached the bar after searching the place for Philip for the past forty-five minutes.

But as one of my student’s eyes widened in shock and he uttered, “Dr. Kavanagh?” I gaped back at the football star, deciding Joseph Conrad had been a genius when he’d written Heart of Darkness and coined the phrase, the horror, the horror! Because that’s exactly how I felt.

Number one way to make my night a living hell: toss Noel Gamble into the mix while I was being stood up on a date.

I moaned out a little whimper under my breath, wondering what I’d ever done to karma to make it attack me like this. If Philip showed up now, I’d never be able to concentrate on him because Noel looked incredible in that tight black shirt. And his bulky arms were so...

Oh, yum.

Why did he have to work here of all places?

Clearing my throat, I straightened my shoulders and tried to pretend it was perfectly normal for me to be here, wearing the most-revealing clothes I owned, and relishing some potent alcohol to ease my mangled nerves.

“Y-yes. I...I’ll take a Bud Light Lime.” There. That had sounded good...enough. Normal, average woman ordering a drink from a normal average bartender...who just so happened to star in all the dirty dreams I’d had this past week.

He gaped at me a second longer, then shook his head and dully repeated, “But Light Lime,” as if he was a recorder. But as soon as the words seemed to soak into his brain, his wrinkled his brow and snorted. “A Bud Light Lime? Really?”

“What?” I frowned, curious by the venom in his voice.

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I just thought you’d be more the type to order a blushing champagne in a fluted glass.” He fluttered his eyelashes to complete his mockery.

His contempt shocked me. I would’ve thought he’d despise me a lot less by now. I’d finally given him an A. I’d assured him I would keep his secret. I’d even pretended not to notice when he’d almost kissed me. It hurt to realize he still thought of me as the b---- of the century.

“Well, I’m not,” I muttered, trying to hide the pain. “May I have a Bud Light Lime or do I need to go somewhere else for a drink?”

“No, no need to go. I can hook you up.” A smirk twisted his lips, and his eyes went hard. “I.D. please.”

When he held out his hand, I gaped at his extended palm. “You’re kidding me.”

His expression glittered with evil relish as he slowly shook his head. “No, ma’am. I am not. Underage drinking is serious business, and we here at Forbidden don't allow that kind of activity.”

Muttering under my breath, I snapped open the clasp on my purse and began to dig around. “You’re getting a kick out of this, aren’t you, Gamble?” I ripped my driver’s license free and thrust it his way.

“You have no idea,” he murmured as he slipped the plastic from my fingers before lowering his gaze. A second later, his eyebrows crinkled. “Aspen, huh?”

Folding my arms over my chest, I scowled. “That’s right. What about it?”

Noel shook his head. “Nothing. I just didn’t know your first name.”

I ground my teeth and held out my hand. “May I have my ID back, now? Noel?”

He pulled it away from me and shook his head. “Hold on. I still need to check your age." When his gaze flickered to my birth date, his jaw dropped open. “Holy s---, you’re only twenty-three?” His face zipped up. “How the hell do you have a PhD at twenty-three?”

I sighed and flicked some hair out of my eyes impatiently. “Let’s see. I graduated high school at fifteen, earned my bachelor’s degree at eighteen, my masters at twenty, and I received my doctorate at the top of my class last year. Add that up, and that makes me...what do you know, twenty-three.”

Shaking his head slowly back and forth, he gawked. “Well, s---. Graduated high school at fifteen? F--, I should’ve known you were one of those freaky girl geniuses.” Then he hissed a derisive snort.

“I’m also thirsty.” I leaned forward and yanked my driver’s license from his hand. “How about that drink now?”

“Sure, professor.” His voice was contemptuous as he turned away and sauntered off. I glared after him, upset to realize everything I thought we’d shared yesterday must’ve been nothing but a figment of my imagination. And yet I wasn’t quite upset enough not to ogle his tight ass in those blue jeans.

Seriously. Wow.

Forcing myself to look away, I opened my purse and pretended to dig around, though I’d already had my money ready to pay before I’d even seen who was behind the counter.

“Here.” His voice was none too polite as he slopped an open bottle on the counter before me.

“Thank you.” I gave a regal nod and took a tentative sip.

He stayed in front of me after I paid, watching me drink. His stance brooded as if he couldn’t wait for me to leave, but his eyes...oh God, his eyes.

Growing warm under his direct stare, I motioned around us, hoping to say something that would at least get him to look away, because his captivated attention on me was making the insides of my thighs tingle and a slow burn to spread from the pit of my stomach and out to the tips of my toes. “I didn’t realize you worked here.”

“Wow,” he muttered dryly, his lips twisting with scorn even as his eyes continued to devour me. “You mean, there was one thing I forgot to mention in my paper?”

I smiled despite his glare. “Apparently. Though actually, you did say you worked at a bar to support your siblings. You just didn’t name which one.”

“Right.” He nodded slowly, and his gaze followed my every move as I took another sip. While he tracked the bottle in my hand to my mouth, my stomach tangled into knots. I gulped nervously, and I swear his stare tried to follow the liquid down my throat. What was even more discerning, his attention returned to my lips when I lowered the bottle. If his eyes had been a tongue, he would’ve just licked me from my mouth and down my chin, over throat to just between my breasts...and back up again.

“I can’t freaking believe you’re only two years older than me,” he murmured.

....and the rest of the story will be out in May!
 
 





Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Rambling...Again!

So my kiddo's birthday was yesterday!! She turned the big oh-four!! She was very excited and told us this was her best birthday ever...yeah, out of all four of them!

I should get a picture off my camera sometime to share with you, but I keep forgetting to do that whenever I have my camera and computer in the same place.  Oh, well. Some day.

In the writing world, I hope to get my Professor book sent off to my editor this week.  I plan on it releasing in May! But I still haven't heard anything back from my other book that should be coming out some time this year.

I started looking into places to send Professor for reviews once it's ready. It's been a while since I went into review policies on people's blogs. Each place goes about it in their own way, and sometimes they wants specific questions answered about the book you're submitting. One question I've come across goes something like "is there stupidity from the characters?" which just blew my mind. What an interesting yet debatable question!

I can totally get why a person would want to know that. I've gotten so mad at characters in books for doing something I thought was just...completely idiotic. But it still feels like asking a parent if their kid is ugly. What person thinks their kid is ugly?

And also, the term is so very subjective. What one person might consider crossing the line into out-there, another might think is fairly reasonable. I've read lots of reviews by this reviewer because she writes an awesome review, so I'd like to think I know what kind of stories she'd like, but still, how am I really supposed to know where her level of stupidity tolerance ends and begins?

I also think a little bit of stupidity in a book is almost required. If a character is too perfect and always, ALWAYS, does the right thing and says the right thing, and thinks the right thing, then where the heck is the story? It's just a boring pile of goo with no development.  But like a nice garlic seasoning, just enough to flavor and spice things up can really keep me invested in a plot. I love to see a character mess up so they can fix their mistake and ultimately go on to become a better person. Then again, too much garlic in anything is just too much. So there is a fine line of what you can take. It's just that every person's taste buds run differently.

What's your take on stupidity in books?

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Tuesday Nothings!

My daughter's birthday is less than two weeks away, so I've been ordering presents online for her because I hate to go out shopping.  They're piling up in our closet.  The other day she got disgusted with all the waiting and said, "I want UPS to bring a box I can open NOW, not on my birthday."

To which I gave in, of course, and we ordered something she wanted and could open as soon as it arrived. You'll never guess what she asked for, though. A jack-in-the-box.  I didn't even realize she knew what a jack-in-the-box was!  But we found one on Amazon (a really cute very-hungry-caterpillar jack-in-the-box), and now she's waiting for that to arrive!

In writing land, I'm kind of playing the waiting game myself! Waiting for word from my publisher on my Granton University 2 book to find out what step to take on that next.  And I'm waiting for beta readers to get back to me about To Professor with Love. Those edits will happen in February/March, I think.

Oh, and speaking of To Professor with Love, I have a cover reveal set up with Tasty Book Tours to come out March 7th!  And Tasty will also be handling its virtual book tour in May, when it releases! So if anyone want to be a part of either of those, I'd be totally okay with that!!  (just clink on the Tasty names for the links!)

This would be a great time for me to get started writing another book, so...I wondered if I should do Granton U book 3, or Forbidden Men book 3. But nope, I've had requests for a story about Cassie and Keller from Delinquent Daddy (which came out way back almost four years ago). So I'm going to see where that takes me.

Do all you authors out there writing series books have to write them in order one-after-another, or do you need breaks between each one to regroup and re-plan. I'm beginning to think I'm a re-grouper myself.

And that's what's been up with me lately! How about you?

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Forbidden Men Series

I finished writing another story last week!!!  I’m so excited.

This one is titled To Professor, with Love.  And I have a cover for it that I’m 99.9% satisfied with, so you’ll probably be seeing that one of these days soon.

The sad news is, two paperbacks were harmed in the making of this novel. In one scene, an overzealous bubble bath leads to the drenching of one book.  I know, it was just awful. 

In another scene, our overzealous hero (yes, I’m totally blaming over-zeal on both instances) tosses another book over the side of the bed, bruising it’s poor, innocent spine. But we’ll choose to forgive said hero for that one since he more than makes up for it to the heroine afterward!

Aside from all the novel torture, I think it’s a story new adult romance fans will enjoy!  Plus I added some characters from Price of a Kiss in it, making it Book 2 in the Forbidden Men series.  I have at least three more Forbidden Men story ideas to write after this one! So if you like Pick, Ten, and Quinn in To Professor, with Love, then yay!  They should be getting a story too.

But for now, I think I’m off to work on Book 3 in the Granton University Series.

So, what’s up with you guys??