Thursday, June 4, 2015

The Mighty Pen

I once read an article about a guy not being able to find a pen in his house to sign a document because it had been so long since he had required the use of one. Basically the article was suggesting that writing utensils were becoming a thing of the past, or at the very least, unnecessary.
Well, not in this household. I still love putting pen to paper. I love the feel of it. In fact, I'm very particular about my pens. So much so that I recently started writing something out and had to stop to put the pen down and pick up my favorite gel pen, which I buy in bulk at Costco at least once a year. I need to make sure I'm never without one close by.
And while I do most of my writing on the computer, when I find myself stuck on a scene and I want to throw out ideas, see what works and what doesn't, I will use pen and paper. As I'm excitedly circling aha moments or vigorously scratching out the bad ideas, I feel a passion. Something I just can't feel with a piece of hardware.
Maybe someday pens will be obsolete, most stores have you sign with your finger or a stylus, and if that day comes, you can bet I'll be stockpiling my favorite inked device more than ever.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

No Way Out Excerpt

The second book of my Love & Lies series comes out June 18, but you can get a sneak peek right here!

“What are you doing here?” he asked Clara, who had the nerve to look relieved to see him.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

He took stock of her and realized she was soaked from head to toe with a single shoe in her left hand. Her wet hair was matted against her face, almost hiding a fresh bruise on her cheek.

Aaron cupped her face to take a better look. “Jesus Christ. Did he do this to you?”

She could only nod.

His head was spinning and he had to take a step back.

“Why are you here, Clara?” he asked. “Does Aleksandr know you’re here?”

“No,” she shook her head, “I don’t think so.”

“You don’t think so,” he said, raising his voice more than he’d intended. “What do you mean, you don’t think so?

Clara’s chin trembled; she looked ready to crumble.

“He pushed me out of the car and drove off. He left me without any money or a phone. I have nothing.” A sob caught in her throat and she took a deep breath before continuing. “I told you, I didn’t know where else to go. As far as I know I wasn’t followed.”

Aaron didn’t blame her for showing up at his door. In light of the events, it was probably the best move. It wouldn’t have been smart to go to the police, and really, what could they do for her? She sure as hell couldn’t go back to Aleksandr.

What kind of man beats his wife and then dumps her on the street?

The problem was he didn’t know if he could trust himself with Clara, sweet vulnerable Clara, here, in such a confined space with him.

“Let’s get you upstairs,” he said, ignoring his concerns. “We’ll get you cleaned up.”

“Thank you,” she whispered.

She followed him up to his apartment. He dropped the bag on the counter and stepped into the bathroom, pulled a towel off the bar, and walked to where Clara was still standing by the door.

“You know this complicates things,” he said, wrapping the towel around her shoulders. “You being here.”

“I know.”

And before he knew what was happening, Clara was on her toes, pressing her mouth against his. Aaron pushed her back, keeping a firm grip on her shoulders, and she let the shoe drop to the floor.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” she said, touching her luscious pink lips.

It surprised Aaron just as much as her when he pulled her back into him and kissed her, this time slipping his tongue past her lips.

She started it, he tried to tell himself as his tongue explored her mouth and tasted how sweet she was. It reminded him of bubbles. Of champagne.

One step forward and her back was now against the door. The same door that Aaron knew he should be marching her out of, but now he had no intention of letting her walk through it anytime soon.

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Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Cards Against Humanity Win!

Hubby and I got to hang out with some friends the other night and it seems like we can never spend an evening at their house without playing a game of Cards Against Humanity, my favorite game by the way.
And I'm not sure which is worse, the fact that he chose this white card as the winner, or the fact that I played it.

Just for the record, there is no beating go on in our home, consensual or otherwise. We just have twisted minds. It's not called the party game for horrible people for nothing.