Clay took a long swallow of his wine and then said, “I guess we should talk about the elephant, huh?”
Emily tried not to spit out the water in her mouth. “The elephant in the room? That what you’re saying?”
“Yeah. It’s a$$ is pretty damn big and I can’t see you.”
She started laughing. “Fair enough.” She had to give him credit. It took balls to call her on it. She hadn’t known her reluctance had been so obvious. She really should have taken an acting class or two in high school. Too late now. She nodded. “I guess I’ll go first.”
He cocked his head and grabbed his glass. “Sure. Go ahead.”
She swallowed. “So…this was a complete mistake. It was my fault. I’ll accept responsibility, and I want you to know I won’t use this in any way to manipulate you as my employer.”
He blinked. “Okay. I’m not worried about that.”
“Sorry. I hope you don’t feel like I used you.”
He started laughing. “You realize that no guy in the world would care if you used him that way, right?”
She grinned. He was taking it well. “I feel better already.”
“I wondered instead how you’d feel about one more time. Then…back to the way things were.”
Oh, she was pissed at herself because she liked the sound of that. One more time in his bed. Yeah, she really did want that. Then tomorrow she could figure out if she still wanted Bryce or not. Right now, she never wanted to see the guy again, but a good night’s sleep might change that. She smiled at Clay, hoping her eyes didn’t look as ravenous as they felt. “Just tonight?” He nodded. “Then we act like nothing ever happened?” His head was still moving up and down as his eyes clouded over. She stuck out her hand to give him one of the firm shakes she’d practiced over the years. “Deal.”
Friday 18 October 2013
Monday 14 October 2013
Wednesday 9 October 2013
Tuesday 8 October 2013
*~ TEASER TUESDAY ~*
Teaser from FEVERISH, coming November 2013
Clay asked, “So…did you think about what I said to you?”
Emily grabbed the bottle of soy sauce on the counter and removed the plastic seal. She looked confused. “What? When?”
Another devilish look. “When we were in California.”
He could tell she was processing it. “Uh…are you talking about…?” She couldn’t even finish the sentence. Did he make her that nervous?
So he was neglecting the pepper. Big damn deal. He wasn’t that hungry anyway. “Yeah. I think you know what I’m talking about—the Jet offer.”
She started giggling, but then she found the measuring cup. She refused to look at him. “Clay, I think you’re a really good guy, but there are two problems with that.”
He wasn’t giving up that easily. “And what would those be?”
As she measured out the soy sauce, she said, “First is that I’m engaged to Bryce, which means I’m committed to making it work.” He had plenty of arguments for that, but he knew that now wasn’t the time. He’d have to wait for a moment of weakness to change her mind there. “And second is that you’re my boss.” She finally looked him in the eyes. “That’s a line we shouldn’t cross.”
“Tell me why.”
She let out a sigh. Clay could tell he was exasperating her. Good. She’d been doing the same thing to him whether she knew it or not. “I shouldn’t have to. It’s just—inappropriate.”
He smiled. “You still haven’t told me why.”
She poured the soy sauce into a bowl and then looked in his eyes. “I shouldn’t have to tell you why. If you want me to be a good employee who works hard and has your best interests at heart, then we shouldn’t go there.”
He smirked. “So you’re telling me that if we were involved with each other, you wouldn’t have my best interests at heart?”
She shook her head but her face was still sober. “I’d have mine.”
“Fair enough.” After a few moments of silence, he moved the conversation to safer ground. She wasn’t ready. And if she really loved the douchebag she was engaged to, he didn’t want to drive a wedge there. She just didn’t seem like she was in love. She seemed like she was in commitment only, and that was something else entirely.
So he talked about new music he’d been hearing and how it was influencing a song he was working on. Her mood was light while she buzzed around the stove. Before he knew it, it was time to sit down to dinner. He’d considered finding those stupid tapered candles, but he had no idea where Mary kept them and he was pretty sure they’d p*ss Emily off. He also strongly considered digging out a bottle of wine or something else, but again he figured she wouldn’t appreciate it. Truthfully, if she cuddled up in his arms, he didn’t want it influenced by alcohol anyway. He wanted sober Emily rocking his world. He’d had enough inebriated p*ssy over the last two years to last a lifetime, and even though those women genuinely wanted Jet, guitarist of Last Five Seconds, he had his doubts as to if they wanted Clay, the real guy inside.
Wednesday 2 October 2013
Tuesday 1 October 2013
Saturday 28 September 2013
Wednesday 25 September 2013
Tuesday 24 September 2013
TEASER TUESDAY
*~TEASER TUESDAY~*
A teaser from FAKE, book #9 in the Nicki Sosebee series.
This scene is a flashback!!!
“How would you feel about a friendly game of strip poker?”
Nicki had to swallow fast. What? It hit her then…Sean was looking at her through lustful eyes. Oh…she liked that. How could she pass up that opportunity? She glanced over at Jesse, still resting his head, and decided to go for it. The night could end up with her and Sean together at last. She felt the grin spread across her face. “I’m game.”
Sean smiled again, his eyes sparkling. “Have a seat and I’ll find the poker cards.”
Nicki reclaimed her seat and hoped she could remember how to play poker. She’d only ever played poker with Sean, so she was sure she’d lose. She really didn’t care. But then she saw Jesse first sit up and then stand, rubbing his face. He stumbled to the bathroom and Nicki was glad. Maybe he was going to leave, sensing where the evening was headed. She couldn’t blame him. He didn’t want to be a third wheel. And that’s when Nicki decided that, even though she’d like to sit close to Sean, she instead wanted to be across from him. If he stripped for her, she wanted to appreciate a full view. She knew he had a fantastic body and she wanted to see it, be able to enjoy and appreciate it. So she got up and sat on the floor between the television and the coffee table. When Sean returned from his desk in the dining room with a deck of cards, he asked, “Why’d you move?”
She grinned. “I want to watch you take off your clothes when I kick your ass.”
He started laughing. “Oh, really?”
Jesse came back in the living room as Sean pulled his t-shirt over his head. “That one’s for free.”
Jesse was still standing, rubbing his hair. “We doing this for reals?”
“Yeah, bro. You up for that?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. Why not?” He looked at Nicki. “You okay with it?”
She shrugged too but said nothing.
Jesse sat in his chair next to the couch. He opened the bottle of vodka, now half gone, and poured a shot. “Anyone want another before we begin?”
Nicki figured she needed to keep her buzz on. If Jesse was going to join them (and she found that she was strangely okay with that), she needed to maintain that swimming feeling. “Yeah.” She slammed it, and both guys did a shot too.
Nicki asked Sean to refresh her memory, wanting to remember what a flush and a straight were. “And what the hell is a royal flush again?” If she hadn’t wanted to win—to get both guys naked while she stayed clothed—she wouldn’t have cared.
Sean patted the couch next to him. “Come back up here.” She gave him a coy look. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” How could she resist? She grinned and joined him.
They drank a lot. Nicki herself knew she’d had too much. She was in blackout territory, but she was having fun and she seemed to be doing okay. After several rounds, Sean was down to boxers, Jesse to jeans, and Nicki in her bra and panties. The next round would be tense. Jesse was the only one who could afford to lose anything.
Jesse slammed another shot. “F**k. Hey, can we switch to blackjack? I can’t do poker anymore. I can’t concentrate anymore and I can’t bluff for shit.”
Sean looked at Nicki. “That okay with you?”
“Yeah.” Inside, she was secretly relieved. She was having a hard time focusing too and calculating her hand. How she’d managed to keep any clothes on had to be due to sheer luck.
The first round of blackjack, Nicki got lucky. She had a queen and an ace. Didn’t get much better than that. Both men held, and when they revealed, Sean had eighteen, Jesse nineteen. He threw his cards on the coffee table. He smiled, his eyes squinty from the booze. “I think I remember somebody wanting me to make a big f**king deal about revealing my schlong.”
Nicki started giggling and covered her mouth. Sean got up and stood in front of the television, his back to them. He slid the black boxer briefs down his legs. Oh, what a beautiful ass. Nicki could feel herself getting wet just looking at him, the man of her dreams. And she thought if she played her cards right, she could be playing a different game with him later…
A teaser from FAKE, book #9 in the Nicki Sosebee series.
This scene is a flashback!!!
“How would you feel about a friendly game of strip poker?”
Nicki had to swallow fast. What? It hit her then…Sean was looking at her through lustful eyes. Oh…she liked that. How could she pass up that opportunity? She glanced over at Jesse, still resting his head, and decided to go for it. The night could end up with her and Sean together at last. She felt the grin spread across her face. “I’m game.”
Sean smiled again, his eyes sparkling. “Have a seat and I’ll find the poker cards.”
Nicki reclaimed her seat and hoped she could remember how to play poker. She’d only ever played poker with Sean, so she was sure she’d lose. She really didn’t care. But then she saw Jesse first sit up and then stand, rubbing his face. He stumbled to the bathroom and Nicki was glad. Maybe he was going to leave, sensing where the evening was headed. She couldn’t blame him. He didn’t want to be a third wheel. And that’s when Nicki decided that, even though she’d like to sit close to Sean, she instead wanted to be across from him. If he stripped for her, she wanted to appreciate a full view. She knew he had a fantastic body and she wanted to see it, be able to enjoy and appreciate it. So she got up and sat on the floor between the television and the coffee table. When Sean returned from his desk in the dining room with a deck of cards, he asked, “Why’d you move?”
She grinned. “I want to watch you take off your clothes when I kick your ass.”
He started laughing. “Oh, really?”
Jesse came back in the living room as Sean pulled his t-shirt over his head. “That one’s for free.”
Jesse was still standing, rubbing his hair. “We doing this for reals?”
“Yeah, bro. You up for that?”
He shrugged. “Yeah. Why not?” He looked at Nicki. “You okay with it?”
She shrugged too but said nothing.
Jesse sat in his chair next to the couch. He opened the bottle of vodka, now half gone, and poured a shot. “Anyone want another before we begin?”
Nicki figured she needed to keep her buzz on. If Jesse was going to join them (and she found that she was strangely okay with that), she needed to maintain that swimming feeling. “Yeah.” She slammed it, and both guys did a shot too.
Nicki asked Sean to refresh her memory, wanting to remember what a flush and a straight were. “And what the hell is a royal flush again?” If she hadn’t wanted to win—to get both guys naked while she stayed clothed—she wouldn’t have cared.
Sean patted the couch next to him. “Come back up here.” She gave him a coy look. “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” How could she resist? She grinned and joined him.
They drank a lot. Nicki herself knew she’d had too much. She was in blackout territory, but she was having fun and she seemed to be doing okay. After several rounds, Sean was down to boxers, Jesse to jeans, and Nicki in her bra and panties. The next round would be tense. Jesse was the only one who could afford to lose anything.
Jesse slammed another shot. “F**k. Hey, can we switch to blackjack? I can’t do poker anymore. I can’t concentrate anymore and I can’t bluff for shit.”
Sean looked at Nicki. “That okay with you?”
“Yeah.” Inside, she was secretly relieved. She was having a hard time focusing too and calculating her hand. How she’d managed to keep any clothes on had to be due to sheer luck.
The first round of blackjack, Nicki got lucky. She had a queen and an ace. Didn’t get much better than that. Both men held, and when they revealed, Sean had eighteen, Jesse nineteen. He threw his cards on the coffee table. He smiled, his eyes squinty from the booze. “I think I remember somebody wanting me to make a big f**king deal about revealing my schlong.”
Nicki started giggling and covered her mouth. Sean got up and stood in front of the television, his back to them. He slid the black boxer briefs down his legs. Oh, what a beautiful ass. Nicki could feel herself getting wet just looking at him, the man of her dreams. And she thought if she played her cards right, she could be playing a different game with him later…
Monday 23 September 2013
Sunday 22 September 2013
Band Of The Week
Led by Vega’s passionate vocals Neverstar has played some of London’s most prestigious venues and has built a reputation as a band destined for big things.
The band's signature sound is inspired by classical and symphonic tones combined with pounding guitars and immense vocal melodies. Neverstar masterfully mixes emotion with theatrical settings and dark characteristics, which is amplified by ear splitting yet melodic guitar riffs. On stage, they convey electric energy, leaving the audience captivated and entertained.
Following on from a very successful demo release in 2011, Neverstar entered the studio to record a new single earlier this year with producer Neil Haynes whose recent credentials include The Fallen, Awake, Doctor Fonda and Dead Man’s Crossing. The single ‘Lose Control’ will be released on Monday 22 October of 2012, accompanied by a fan inspired music video shortly after.
The first and title track on the single “Lose Control” is a powerful and energetic song that hits you straight in the chest with an uplifting drum beat and pulsing guitar riff. The track is complemented by Vega’s sweet vocals skilfully layered on top. This hard driving song urges the audience to let it all go and lose control.
A second track “Forgotten” is included in the single. The track has a distinct groove written to make any audience bounce to the beat. It tells a heartfelt story of overcoming constant criticism and being told that you’re just not good enough.
This band is definitely good enough, and for them, this is just the beginning.
Press Comments:
Rien de Graaf, from the Dutch website Metalkrant commented “With their demo EP Neverstar delivers one hell of a disc. The band draws its inspiration from some greats like Nightwish. Still Neverstar remains original. Fans of female fronted metal would basically have to buy this EP. I am personally very interested in a full length album.”
'Neverstar’s music is emotionally charged, filled with theatrical settings and dark characteristics, amplified by ear splitting yet melodic guitar riffs.' Planet Mosh, UK
'With some very well thought compositions the band manages to make it sound fresh, and promising for the future.' Peek From the Pit
"A good female fronted band to look out for in the future." Metal Spree - India
Notable venues played:
Headline: The Underworld, Camden Town, London – United Kingdom
Support: Sound, Leicester Square, London – United Kingdom
Neverstar is: Vega Sims (Vocals), Pieter Cronje (Lead Guitar), Anthony Evans (Bass) and Leigh Prout (Drums).
Vega and Pieter very kindly took time out to answer some questions for us, here's what they had to say:
Q. What are your hopes for the near future?
A. We'd like to head out on tour and play as many shows as possible.
Q. Who are your icons and why?
A. Well... to name a few, Evanescence, Godsmack, Killswitch Engage, Nightwish and for Pieter & Anthony it will be leaning more to the heavy side such as Lamb of God, In Flames etc.
Q. If you guys were to describe yourselves in simple word choice what would you say?
A. Rocking!
Q. How did you come up with your bands name?
A. That is another story which can take some time but in short, when someone puts you in a box and says, "get a job or somethin'! don't become one of them musician bums" basically you will never make it. We disagree!
Q. What has been your biggest challenge as a band.
A. Releasing our album. Perfecting the sound in the mix! Everything can sound different with the tiniest change.
Q. What up and coming gigs do you have lined up.
A. We're taking a slight break for a bit, but will announce new dates very soon.
Saturday 21 September 2013
Friday 20 September 2013
Thursday 19 September 2013
**THROWBACK THURSDAY**
A little bit of 'Fabric of Night'
She hopped down from around him and grabbed one of his hands, carefully leading him toward the bed until she felt it with her other hand. She pulled him close, and they lay on the bed, this time with him on top. She pulled his shirt off and explored his back with her hands. Yeah —this was what she needed. She had no doubts anymore. His back muscles were taut and rigid, and her fingertips enjoyed dancing on his back. He still hesitated, though, kissing her but nothing more, so she rolled on top of him, straddling him. His hands rested on the back of her hips as she leaned over to kiss him. Damn it, she thought. Why won’t he touch me? She sat up and pulled her shirt off. She couldn’t see him; it was too dark. But taking her shirt off spurred him into action. His hands moved to her front , and he took both breasts into each hand, his thumbs caressing each nipple. She moaned and arched her back, then realized that she needed to be quieter. Alex and Charise’s bedroom was just across the hall. How would they feel knowing their guests were engaged in such carnal activity, having only known each other for such a short time? But she needed him to know he was on the right track. Making sure her voice was low, she uttered, “Oh, God, Bryan. Yeah.” Her nipples were so hard, they ached, and he sat up, taking her cue. Shifting her weight, she was able to feel how rock hard he was under his jeans. She knew now there was no turning back, and she felt something familiar inside, a feeling of triumph, of control, in the back of her mind. It made her more aroused. Bryan took her left nipple in his mouth and she moaned quietly again, lacing her fingers through his hair. He released it then and traced it with his tongue , and she let out a heavy breath. How long had it been since she’d been with a man? She felt urgent, desperate, and she couldn’t stand it.
She hopped down from around him and grabbed one of his hands, carefully leading him toward the bed until she felt it with her other hand. She pulled him close, and they lay on the bed, this time with him on top. She pulled his shirt off and explored his back with her hands. Yeah —this was what she needed. She had no doubts anymore. His back muscles were taut and rigid, and her fingertips enjoyed dancing on his back. He still hesitated, though, kissing her but nothing more, so she rolled on top of him, straddling him. His hands rested on the back of her hips as she leaned over to kiss him. Damn it, she thought. Why won’t he touch me? She sat up and pulled her shirt off. She couldn’t see him; it was too dark. But taking her shirt off spurred him into action. His hands moved to her front , and he took both breasts into each hand, his thumbs caressing each nipple. She moaned and arched her back, then realized that she needed to be quieter. Alex and Charise’s bedroom was just across the hall. How would they feel knowing their guests were engaged in such carnal activity, having only known each other for such a short time? But she needed him to know he was on the right track. Making sure her voice was low, she uttered, “Oh, God, Bryan. Yeah.” Her nipples were so hard, they ached, and he sat up, taking her cue. Shifting her weight, she was able to feel how rock hard he was under his jeans. She knew now there was no turning back, and she felt something familiar inside, a feeling of triumph, of control, in the back of her mind. It made her more aroused. Bryan took her left nipple in his mouth and she moaned quietly again, lacing her fingers through his hair. He released it then and traced it with his tongue , and she let out a heavy breath. How long had it been since she’d been with a man? She felt urgent, desperate, and she couldn’t stand it.
Wednesday 18 September 2013
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