Wednesday WIP

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#amwriting, #SWAG, Dylan and Cassidy, Fight For Me, Wednesday WIP

FIGHT FOR ME is coming along, and I almost missed Wednesday again.  Eeek.  So, a  snippet.

She was at the door quickly, her own navy blue suit in place, a ruffled white shirt beneath the jacket accentuating her already impressive curves. He wondered what she wore under the tailored suit. Lace? Satin? He stopped himself. She was convinced she would hurt him, and he had already pushed his luck this morning. He shook his head. He may never get the taste of her off his mind, but if she wanted to pretend they didn’t want to devour each other every time they were in the same room, that was her prerogative.

Before I run off to go, like, work on this book, I have a question about SWAG.  What–if anything–do you look forward to receiving from authors?  What makes you think, hey I should check that chick’s book out on Kindle?  Any and all thoughts are welcome.

 

Wednesday WIP

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#amwriting, Fight For Me, Wednesday WIP

So, yeah, there are 4 minutes left of Wednesday, but we’ll go with it (besides, on the west coast there are 3 hours and 4 minutes, and it’s already Thursday in Australia, so who cares, right?)  ANYway…  As promised on Wednesdays, a snippet of the current WIP, FIGHT FOR ME.

If Dylan kept looking at her like that, she was afraid she’d walk across the ceremony and offer herself to him in front of God and everyone. She closed her eyes. She was here to honor her brother, not have eye sex with a groomsman. Oh, but his golden eyes were full of promises she wished he could keep. She watched him subtly shift on his feet and was rewarded with a glimpse of the tent in his tuxedo pants. Served him right, she was standing there in a damp thong and there was nothing she could do about it either.

Wednesday WIP

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Fight For Me, SPEEDING, Wednesday WIP

Is it Wednesday again already?  I have two snippets for you today, one from SPEEDING and another from FIGHT FOR ME.

From SPEEDING, Chapter 12

“It’s perfect!” Annie exclaimed.

Kendall appraised their handiwork and dusted her hands across her jean clad thighs. “What do you think your Dad will say?”

“He’d say,” she started, deepening her voice to mimic Reid, “at least it’s not pink,” before dissolving into a fit of giggles.

 Kendall couldn’t help but laugh along with with her. Reid’s guest room had been turned into a purple haven for Annie, complete with a desk and laptop. She felt it was the least they could do, and since Reid refused to take money from Kendall for the bills, she had plenty to make Annie’s room truly her own. “He’ll love that you have a room that’s a reflection of you,” she finally said.

“I hope so. We used three coats of paint. This place will be purple forever!”

Kendall couldn’t help but grin. After all Annie had been through, she didn’t expect her to smile and giggle so easily. “He loves us. He wouldn’t care if we painted the whole house pink.”

Annie shook her head, her ponytail flying. “He’d hate pink.”

“Maybe, but if it made us happy, he’d live with it. That’s just the way he is.”

Kendall was right, and it awed Annie. “I’ve never known anyone like that.”

“Me either, sweetie. Me either.”

~*~

From FIGHT FOR ME

“Detective Davis offered personal police protection,” Cassidy told Dylan over pizza. She had opted for hand held fare after last night’s attempt at casserole ended with a very frustrated Dylan and a very dirty table.

“Refuse it,” Dylan growled.

She already had, but was interested in Dylan’s hostility. “Why?”

“I don’t trust that man as far as I can throw him. He is not watching over you.”

Well, then. “Proprietary much?”

“I protect what’s mine,” he stated plainly.

She ran her gaze over his long, tough body. He was gaining mobility in his right arm, but she doubted he could pull the trigger and hit what he meant. “Dylan,” she started, cut off by another low growl.

“I can protect you better with this half-workin’ body that that bastard can fully functional.” He took a sip of water. “How do you know he wasn’t the one who blew up your precious Blue, anyway?”

She scrunched up her face. “He’s a detective.”

She said it as if that meant something. “The other cops on your brother’s case don’t trust him. Chris thinks he’s as crooked as a dog’s hind leg.”

She shook her head. “Crooked as a dog’s hind leg? Where are you from?”

Wednesday WIP

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Dylan and Cassidy, Fight For Me, The Everetts of Tyler, Wednesday WIP

So, let’s try something new today.  A short post from my current WIP, FIGHT FOR ME (The Everetts of Tyler, Book 2).

~*~

Sunlight poured through the window the following morning, piercing Dylan’s eyelids. Normally he would be out running before the sun was up like this, but that was before. This morning was interesting because there was a soft, beautiful woman across his lap, her head pillowed against his chest, her hand dangerously close to his morning wood. “Cassie, honey, you need to move,” he whispered against her ear. She moved, but not how he’d meant. Now she practically straddled him, and while his brain was telling him to be a gentleman, his body had other plans.

Cassidy felt the heat of his body, heard the rapid beating of his heart, and knew she wasn’t dreaming. Holy God, she’d slept on Dylan all night. She sat up slightly to find he was more than awake beneath her. “Dylan?” she questioned very quietly.

He clenched his jaw and left fist. He’d promised not to hurt her, and not to rush things. “I’m going to stay still while you climb off,” he instructed.

What a gentleman. “What if I want to stay where I am?”

“Don’t mess with me, woman. If you don’t climb down right now, I am not responsible for my actions,” he growled, his eyes darkening with promise.