“Where’s your men?” a deep, exotic lilting voice that she could happily listen to all day asked slowly, the words a bit stressed as though he wasn’t used to speaking, but even that didn’t take away from the immense pleasure she took from listening to him speak even as her head continued to pound in agony. “Answer me, woman,” the voice demanded, sending a tingling sensation throughout her body, which was sadly the most pleasure a man had ever given her.
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Sneak Peek at Irresistible
Chapter 1
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Melanie mumbled pathetically even as she shoved another delicious french fry in her mouth while she once again had to question the life choices she’d made that brought her here.
“Really? I can’t imagine why,” Rebecca, her best friend since elementary school and ex-roommate, said innocently with an equally innocent expression as she sat across the booth from her, clearly enjoying herself. Melanie considered kicking her beneath the table, but right now that seemed like a lot of work. So, she settled for taking another bite of her delicious french fry instead.
“I ran,” Melanie said in a daze, still trying to figure out how everything had gone so horribly wrong so quickly.
As promised… The Sneak Peak into The Promise, the next Neighbor from Hell novel
Hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend 🙂
Last weekend I told you that there wouldn’t be a Chronicle this week, because my main focus is finishing The Promise, which is at 90%. Instead, I promised that you would get a look at The Promise for those of you who are interested and here it is:
An Excerpt from The Promise
From “The Promise” An NFH Novel
“Please tell me that you’re not really looking up the rules for friends with benefits,” Reed said as she scrolled down the page and couldn’t help but shake her head with a sigh, because they were already screwing this up.
“I like to be informed,” she said, wondering how they were supposed to follow rules five through eight while she was living here. Then again, rule number four might be an issue since she really wasn’t interested in exploring her BDSM side. Except for the spankings. She was definitely interested in the spankings.
Excerpt from Tall, Dark & Furious
“Let me out!” the small woman that should have run when she had the chance said as she continued to pound on the pantry door.
“No,” he said even as he yanked the chair away from where he’d had it wedged beneath the doorknob and opened the door, needing to see with his own eyes that she was really unharmed. She opened her mouth to say something else, but he was already shutting the door and shoving the chair back in place to keep her from getting herself in more trouble.
“We need to leave, Trace,” she said, sounding frustrated as he stood there, taking in the destruction surrounding him and-
“Thank y-oh, come on!”his wife said with an exasperated sigh when he opened the door only to immediately shut it again after he ran his eyes over her one more time.
Special Request from Tall, Dark & Furious
An excerpt from Tall, Dark & Furious.
“Oh, crap! Oh, crap! Oh, crap!” Sam muttered somewhat hysterically as she fumbled for the flashlight that had sent her flying a minute ago when she’d decided with the help of the horrifying roar and the little bastard that had taken it upon himself to stop her from leaving, that hiding in the basement was her best option.
Granted, at this point it was probably her only option since Charlie, the traitorous little bastard, wouldn’t let her leave the house. When she’d grabbed her keys and headed for her truck, the little bastard had snapped at her, making her drop her keys and when she went to pick them up he’d grabbed them and ran back upstairs to his new master.
See if she shared her pizza with the little bastard again, she thought with a murderous glare aimed at the dimly lit basement as she grabbed the flashlight that one of the men had dropped during the incident that she was doing her best not to think about since it would probably have her passing out again. Licking her lips, she shoved her phone in her back pocket and turned the flashlight on as she stood up and looked for a place to hide where the incredibly angry man periodically releasing blood-curdling roars wouldn’t be able to find her.
The Promise: An NFH Novel
So, I’ve been very busy this weekend. It’s been crazy, getting ready for a friend to stay with us who is doing us a favor and doing the photo shoot for something special happening for us 🙂 I just realized what time it was so I came in here and decided to do a little sharing…. Meet Reed Bradford and Kelsey Lawson, the next NFH. (I’m still dealing with Aidan and trying to figure out his story. I don’t want to force it) The Promise “Kelsey?” he managed to get out as he tried to find the little girl that used to annoy the hell out of him in the small woman standing before him and… God, →
Excerpt from Devastated: An Anger Management Novel
So, she was a smart ass, he thought as he waited for her to stop staring down at the cheap planner on her lap. As Conner watched her, he couldn’t help but wonder if that planner was her pride and joy. When she lovingly caressed the imitation leather with her fingertips he realized that this was the saddest fucking thing that he’d ever seen in his life.
“Do you need a moment or can we get back to work?” he asked when it looked like she was going to break out a sniffle and reminisce about better days.
A look at The Promise: An NFH Novel
An Excerpt from “The Promise”
“I guess it all started when I found out that Santa Claus isn’t real,” the little pain in the ass that was trying to get out of detention said from her usual spot.
“That must have been very traumatic for you,” Reed said absently as he finished reading through the rest of the emails, deleting the ones from parents demanding to know why he’d fired Miss Dawson, others calling him a fucking moron for not firing her sooner, and a few writing just to let him know that he was an asshole.
“It was,” Jen said with a sniffle, “It really was.”
Happy New Year’s With An Excerpt
“Aidan?”
“Hmm?” he murmured as he scrolled through his emails, forwarded some to his secretary, deleted some, flagged others all while debating running out to get some fresh prunes to add as a side to Melanie’s lunch and grabbing a burger and shake for himself.
Christ, he could go for a burger.
And fries.
Maybe some onion rings.
“Aidan?”
“Yeah?” he asked, double-checking his schedule to make sure that there weren’t any last-minute patients added to his day.