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So I’m in Cuba trotting through a resort after dark. No, the resort is not mine. In fact, I haven’t a clue where I am, but we don’t pass a single sole and it looks REALLY nice.
After taking a leisurely stroll up from the beach and past their condo-style bungalows, my hubby decides to detour to their lovely washroom, so I take a seat on one of the benches that lines the walking trail, with my two girls seating themselves on either side of me. Keep in mind, there is NO ONE around. Not a single sole. We’re simply walking down this path surrounded by landscape and flanked by a two-storey building of rooms and a dream-like shanty with linen-coloured curtains tacked to each of the four posts.
Out of no-where, a golf cart comes flying toward us, like a bat out of hell. A handsome Spanish security man leaps from his post, approaches me menacingly and promptly asks:
“How old are you?”
I’m like: What the hell? I’m clearly old enough to be drinking, which I hadn’t been, much. But I had my two children with me, both obviously close to their double digits, and I probably had a couple of years on him to boot.
“My age?” I ask, wondering if I didn’t understand his English properly. Seriously, I was stunned.
“Yes. How old are you?” he repeats, with a rather attractive accent that tells me English is barely his second language.
“Um. 34?” I answer, posing it more like a question than anything.
My oldest daughter whispers to me, horrified by my response. “No, Mom! You’re 33!”
Haha. Oops. “I’m 33,” I correct, snickering to myself and a little happy to hear it.
He doesn’t look amused in the slightest. Nor does he understand my English. “33?” he repeats.
“Yep. My birthday’s next week,” I explain, hoping he’ll understand the confusion. He doesn’t, but at least he looks good doing it.
While he doesn’t get my language, I don’t get that it’s a rather luxurious ADULT ONLY resort. Bahaha. Yay for possibly being mistaken as a teenager?!
Next he states, with a rather forceful undertone:
“Come with me if you want to live.”
Here’s what I’ve been working on. JUST RIGHT, Book 4 in the Twisted Series. (Subject to change.)
She pulls the hair tie from her high pony and shakes it out, until long waves of silky hair are framing her face and dangling down to the curve of her lower back. Her hair whispers across the bareness of her skin, like chocolate silk.
“So, is that a yes?” He’s not below begging at this point, if she is to say no. (more…)
Okay,
I give up. Apparently WordPress doesn’t want me to write to you at this hour, because it has officially not saved three versions of this one blog post. Annoying!! And my first two posts were really good too. I’m not trying again. Funny, this dumb post saved just fine. Since I’m not going to dwell on it, here goes. Twisted is in print. Woot!! Look at the box of pretties I received today!! (more…)
E-cover by Razzle Dazzle Design.
After having graduated from law school with honours, Edwin Santora, Abigail’s occasional ex and handsome housemate, could get a job anywhere he wanted. Of all the places to land, why does he take a position with her small firm? As if sharing a house with her irresistible ex wasn’t bad enough, it quickly becomes the least of her concerns. When Edwin’s macho arrogance begins to seriously affect her dating life, Abigail starts to reconsider their friendship. Not that Edwin believes a man and woman can be just friends anyway.
With Edwin’s swoon-worthy stunts and fierce persistence, Abigail finds herself catching feelings. When Edwin makes a friendly proposal, no-strings-attached, Abigail can’t resist. After some sexy role playing, she finds herself dangerously in love and wrapped back up in his powerful grip. Little does he know, she has been keeping a treacherous little secret and has set out to see if he is up for the challenge. When Abigail selfishly risks their relationship to get what she wants, will their friendship pass the test? Or will they give in to the mysterious forces trying to drive them apart?
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Twisted Desire is a work in progress.I’ve just reached the 50% mark in writing it. This story is going to be Book #4 in The Twisted Series, the first one following Abby’s adventures in The Twisted Trilogy. It will stand alone, coming from the perspective of Abby’s best friend, Aliah Brooklin, and Aliah’s new man, Harley Gates.
Harley springs to his feet and pulls a gun from his pants, but he doesn’t aim it at anyone. Aliah jumps backward, with both her hands raised, like she’s a criminal.
Harley scans the perimeter with only his eyes. “Get on the bike.”
She takes a second to scowl at him and then stomps back to his parked motorcycle. “Fine. But you can put the gun away. Are you trying to kill someone?”
“Aliah. I swear to God. I’m not going to say it again. Get on the bike. Now.”
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Look what went live already!! Woop!! Get your copy now!! You will not be disappointed.
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Abigail finally gets her happy ever after… don’t you want to find out who she chooses?
WITH CAMERON CLARKE SITTING next to me, it was difficult to think of anything intelligible to say. I couldn’t keep my mischievous eyes off of him. His short, chaotic blonde hair and beaming baby blues had captured my attention, but it was quickly relinquished when I caught the way his thumb brushed up and down the smooth face of his mug of hot chocolate.
I chewed on my bottom lip, watching the way he caressed the handle, just the way he touched me. I had to part my lips just to allow a breath to slip between them. It was amazing how something so simple could tickle me in the most intimate of places. (more…)
I pushed that publish button and I liked it. 😉 I’m kidding actually. My publishing experience this go around was horrific. My documents for A TWIST OF FATE were all formatted perfectly, exactly as each respective distributor indicated in their guide and yet neither of them were able to process my upload!!
To my relief (and near insanity) they are both now in process for premium distribution. You can get your copy now on Smashwords or, if you are holding out for Amazon, it will go live anywhere between now and 10 p.m.!!!
Christa Simpson 