I‘m publishing my new book, a full length erotic romance novel sometime this month. Date not picked yet, but it’s going to be very soon. The book is about Landon Court, the sexy owner of the Swanson Court Hotels, and Rachel Foster, a magazine writer. They meet in a very unconventional way as shown in the first chapter, which I’m publishing here, right now.
DRAWN TO YOU – Excerpt.
“You should totally hook up with Chadwick tonight.”
“What!” I exclaim. “No way!” I look up, meeting my cousin’s gray eyes in the mirror. She’s standing behind me, fixing up my mass of blond-streaked, deep copper hair in preparation for Chadwick Black’s birthday party, which she’s practically forcing me to attend. Right now she’s looking at me with her own particular expression of exasperation.
“Seriously, Rachel,” she says, inserting another pin into my hair to hold up the style she’s creating, “you need to have some fun. And from what you’ve told me, Chadwick is cute, sexy, and eager to give you just what you need.”
“Me and every other girl in New York,” I scoff. “Come on Laurie, It’s not that bad. I have fun. I have you, Brett, all those beautiful books on my ereader, and an amazing job,” I pause, “which is not so amazing, but whatever.”
Laurie laughs and pushes back her back-length curly black hair. She’d just returned from work when I told her about Chadwick’s party, which I wasn’t sure at the time, that I wanted to attend. Immediately, she’d dropped everything and started to help me get ready, insisting that I had to go. She must be tired, after a long day at the law firm where she works, but she still looks stunning. I like to think we look alike, at least features wise, our fathers are identical twins after all, but in coloring we take after our mothers. My skin is pale and a little rosy on a good day, while Laurie has an absurdly beautiful light caramel tone.
“I’m sure you know how pathetic it is when me, my boyfriend, books, and work are your only claim to a fun-filled life,” Laurie says, still smiling. “P.S when I said fun, I didn’t mean the PG version.” She meets my eyes in the mirror and lowers her voice to a theatrical whisper. “I meant sex.”
I chuckle. “I’m not going to have sex with Chadwick. It’s enough that you’re practically forcing me to go to his party.”
“Yeah,” she says unrepentantly, “Brett is spending the night, and I don’t want to worry about being loud.” She smiles mischievously. “Anyway, we both know that if I don’t force you, you’ll just sit in your room pining for you-know-who.”
I shake my head. “I don’t pine, and you can say his name.”
“I know I can, I just wish you would forget it.” She sticks another pin in my hair. “Forever.”
“His name is Jack Weyland,” I say stubbornly.
She rolls her eyes. “And he’s an asshole.”
We both laugh, reminded of when we were children. We practically grew up together, and have been inseparable our whole lives.
Her laughter ends in a small chuckle. “I don’t know about you, but when a guy asks you out, leads you on, spends two months making you fall in love with him, and when you finally tell him how you feel, he tells you that he loves you too, but..” she stops, “what were the exact words again?”