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My next book (codenamed NACR2—because I’M CREATIVE) is a New Adult contemporary romance/suspense novel. Our main character, Laney, has a secret she’s been keeping from everyone—one that drives her to do things she never thought she’d be capable of. Things like causing pain.
And ending it.
In Laney’s freshman year of college, she meets two people who change her life forever: Armin, a boy who becomes the light in her darkness (not a sexual euphemism, swear)—and Blythe, a girl with her own secrets, who is willing to cross any line for those she loves. The three of them become inseparable…until a crime one of them has committed threatens to tear their trio apart.
I’m doing a few things very differently in this book compared to most New Adult fiction, and I’m a little nervous about how it’ll be received. But I took risks with Unteachable, too, so apparently I’m setting myself up to be That Author. The one who pushes boundaries and makes you uncomfortable. This novel is much darker than UT, but in some ways I think it will, ironically, be less disturbing, because there’s no huge age gap. Will the other elements squick some people out? I can only hope.
His sea-glass eyes were boring into hers, the same heavy, intense stare she'd noticed when they'd met more than four years ago. And when she looked into them now, it was like no time had passed. Like they hadn't broken an engagement, hadn't been separated for two years, hadn't lived through the heartache of ending the best relationship either of them had ever had.
Her argument died in her throat when his tongue traced her pulse point and then his teeth bit into the juncture of her shoulder and neck and the scruff on his face brushed against her delicate skin, and oh God, he didn't play fair. "Logan."
He groaned, his hands covering the expanse of her lower back, his chest now pressed right up against her so she could feel the vibrations of his voice against her breasts. "Jesus, I've missed you saying my name like that."
The low, smooth rumble of his voice still managed to send chills down her spine, firing all the synapses in her body at once. She remembered that voice. How it washed over her like the rain when he was breathless and happy. How it crashed into her like a tidal wave when he was angry and frustrated. How it settled right into her bones when he whispered into her ear while aroused and overcome with need.
He'd wanted her from the very first day she rode up to the Madewood farm on her bike. But he'd pushed his desire aside not only because she was his architect, but because he didn't have time to deal with this particularly infuriating woman. From their first meeting, Carson Kelly was a ball-breaking hard-ass.
"There's only one thing that will keep my mind off the track...and I don't think you're up for that challenge."
"Are you daring me to have sex with you?" The smile that spread across her face told himm she wasn't displeased with him. "You're bad."
"Not bad," he corrected. "Determined. I'm going to race or you're going to distract me. It's a simple as that."
"I want what I want. And I want you. Right now, on this desk."
"And what is it exactly that you like?" she challenged, stroking him through his slacks.
He leaned in and whispered against her ear. "That sexy mouth of yours wrapped around my cock."
For a second time, her insides fluttered. He definitely knew how to get her heart rate going double time. "But you don't even know what that feels like."
His response was a kiss, his mouth descending upon hers hard and fast. It caused her hard hat to fall off her head.
He pulled away and stopped the kiss by biting her bottom lip between his straight white teeth. "I'm going to find out what it feels like right now."
"Miss Carsen, everyone is here of their own free will and at no expense to themselves. Most are here because they are justly afraid for their safety. You are belittling their concerns, diminishing the seriousness of the threat, and minimizing the suffering of the victims with your flippancy."
I would subtly lay the groundwork this week, and then lure Hunter into my carnal web with sultry dancing next Saturday.
"I wish I could hold you right now. I need to feel you in my arms and know you're safe."
Hunter had been as enthralled as I was, closer than ever to capitulating and indulging my inaudible pleas to satiate our desire.
"I think you know the answer to that. You're driving me crazy. I can't wait until tonight," he said in a low voice. "I need it now."
"You and I belong together and nobody's going to get in the way of that."
He always offered me fair plea bargains, although sometimes he made me work hard for them, and with him it was always a good clean fight, even if it made me want to be a dirty girl. Battling in court could be pretty stimulating to tell you the truth. Sometimes there's a fine line between pissed off and turned on.
"But with you, I'm thinking, 'She's so beautiful. I want to wake up with her every morning.'"
Be confident! You are sexy and he wants you. And it's okay for you to want him back. As long as he treats you with respect you can screw his brains out if you want!
She wondered how she'd ever let it come to this. How she, Grace, a well-respected theater director who'd been in the Sunday Times list of most promising new directors the year before, had allowed herself to be in this position. Tears of humiliation and disbelief filled her eyes.
"What's the matter?" asked David quietly. "If you want this to stop now, all you have to do is say so. That one word will end it all. Say 'stop' and it's over, Grace. You must choose to do this yourself."
"For us," she replied, struggling to regain her composure. "This is for us."
"But the choice is yours. Now do you want to stop?"
Grace shook her head.
"You have to say it."
Her tongue moved over her dry lips. She hadn't come this far to be defeated now. "I don't want to stop," she said clearly.
"Remember failure tonight means you can never return for the final test, and we'll never see each other again. Don't let me down, my darling."
...this time a part of him wondered if it would be better if he released Grace soon, by ensuring that she failed the fourth trial, rather than ruin both their lives. And that was what would happen, he knew it would, because in truth no matter how perfect she was, or how much he loved her at the start, eventually he would tire of her.
"Because I care for you and don't want to see you hurt by him. Believe me he will hurt you eventually. He doesn't know the meaning of love."
"And you don't seem to know the meaning of loyalty," she pointed out.
"David's very complex, and I don't pretend to understand him all the time, but I love him and I want him to love me too. The Dining Club is my only chance of making that happen. He's made that very clear."
"Just remember, if you succeed this weekend I'll be happier than I've ever been in my life before. That's all you need to think about over the next two days."
Is it some kind of posh gym that you have to be invited to join? If so, and if it's expensive, you're being robbed because you don't look any different from the days when your idea of exercise was stumbling to the tube station early in the morning!"
"We're going on a date."
"I don't want to go on a date. I want you to kiss me like that for hours. And you can do other stuff at the same time if you want, but I don't want you to stop kissing me."