I can’t wait for spring. Warmer weather, lighter clothing, cookouts. While I live in L.A., and we don’t really have all four seasons (I’ll keep it 100, we have just hot and cold), I love looking forward to a warmer environment. It tends to make people happier and happiness is so contagious.
How are you, reader? What’s going on?
I’m actively working on a few projects. Yeah, a few. Before anyone gets excited, none of them involve Scott and Mariana or D’Amato Brothers (that series is finished, at least for now). I’m at a crossroads on which story should be released next. I know my next release is coming in May but I don’t know what yet. I figure I’ll work on a few pieces here and there and see where the chips may fall and come April, I’ll start promoting the one that’s finished. Yeah, so unorthodox but when have I ever played by the unspoken rules?
For those who read (and reviewed!) I Knew You Were Trouble, thank you so much! I did get a lot of great feedback and constructive criticism that I needed. It’s better when I have my several betas and a few readers tell me how to improve than to just leave a review declaring how much they didn’t like it but not address why. There’s a difference between constructive criticism and well, just being a bitter hater. So, to all that have left reviews, I thank you. Even if you loved IKYWT or hated it, your valuable feedback has really helped me.
As I delve more into New Adult and Young Adult, and writing younger characters, it’s freer for me. I can expand more on the emotions between the characters without focusing so much on sex. The second and final book in Jackson and Liane, predictably did poorly (no reviews) so I took that as a sign that my time as an erotic author has come to an end. It’s also a reason why I’m not writing any sex at all in the final Scott and Mariana books. Since no one has objected to that (surprised, honestly), it’s safe to say that everyone supports that as long as I put out another book in the series. That’s awesome, guys. 🙂
So ,that’s pretty much it. Come April 2nd, there’s going to be a flurry of promotion of a new book to be determined. For now, here’s an unedited snippet of something I’ve been working on for my YA book. It’ll finally see the light of day soon since it’s almost finished.
Stay blessed and beautiful, fam.
Every morning, he would wait by the parking lot and watch her arrive. Sometimes she would be with her friends, other times her dad would drop her off.
Every morning he walked her to class and made plans to meet up with her during lunch.
Every morning he was determined it was going to be the day he would finally ask Olivia out.
Every morning, he tuckered his tail back in and went about his business.
Life was hard for Ryan Singleton. And he truly hated that he lived up to his last name, granted it was by choice. On second thought, he should probably change his name to Foreveralone.
The son of two doctors, it was always suggested that Ryan went into the family business of medicine. Ryan figured out early on in life that if seeing fake blood on screen made him squeamish, seeing real blood on a regular basis wasn’t going to happen. He figured once he went to college, he’ll make a decision on what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. Until that day came, he was going to focus on the woman that constantly eluded him.
He’d been friends with Olivia since kindergarten but only recognized his crush on her until their junior year. Then he had to watch as she went through boyfriend after boyfriend, bringing him along with her as she shopped for dates, and cried on his shoulder as she suffered heartbreak after heartbreak. Just when he mustered the courage to finally ask out his best friend, she found another guy and Ryan, well, just had to deal.
Not that anyone felt too sorry for him; Ryan did receive more than his fair share of dates. With his muscular build, dirty blonde hair, and stunningly beautiful blue eyes, Ryan spent more time fending off the various girls that threw themselves at him on a regular basis than hunting for a girlfriend. His stature suggested he should’ve been active in sports and he was to a degree. But he was more interested in academics and prided himself on being a nerd. He just broke up with one of the most popular girls in school and was currently dateless for Homecoming.
That is, until Olivia accepted his date proposal. Whenever he got around to asking her.
For now, he would play his part and stay in the background, waiting for the right time to ask her. It had to be perfect. It had to be special. And most importantly, Ryan had to get over his fear of Olivia’s dad, who was currently boring holes through him with his eyes.
Scott stared down at the young man who was just merely a few feet away from him. For several years, he’d watched him come over to the house and be the nice best friend to his daughter. Though their relationship was strictly platonic, Scott knew better. In his mind, men only had platonic female friends because they haven’t slept with them yet.
With Olivia being his only girl, Scott kept an eyeful watch on her. It was no surprise to anyone why her boyfriends never lasted a long time. “I see Ryan’s waiting for you.”
Olivia glanced over and waved at her best friend. “Great! Well, this is me, Daddy. I’ll meet you at the firm around one?”
“Sounds good. I’ll take you out for lunch.” Scott kissed his daughter’s cheek before he focused his attention back on Ryan. He briefly wondered if he would have to use the same scare tactics Mariana’s father used on him. “Good Morning, Ryan.” Scott said after he rolled down the window.
“Good Morning, Mr. Reed!” Ryan waved and smiled at him. “How are you doing today, Sir?”
“Great.” Scott nodded. “Have a good one.” He then sped off.
Ryan kept waving even as Olivia gave him a hug. “Oh, your dad hates me.”
Olivia was too busy relishing in the smell and comfort of her best friend. He smelled like wood, musk, and a touch of vanilla. His embrace was warm and comforting like a hot fire on a cold night. She immediately felt her thighs tingle and her insides shiver with pleasure. “My dad doesn’t hate you.” She briefly glanced up and locked eyes with Ryan. “He’s just overprotective.”
“You say overprotective,” Ryan shrugged, “I say they’re going to find me in the river with a butcher knife in my back.”
“Don’t be silly,” Olivia stepped away and began walking with him, “my dad would merely shoot you with one of the guns he owns.” She caught Ryan’s flat stare. “I’m kidding! Kinda…”