For those of you who haven't yet heard, in addition to The Wild Ones series, Berkley (Penguin) now has The Bad Boys series, too! YAY! Trust me when I tell you, that is super, SUPER awesome! Also, my wonderful agent, Kim, just told me today that she's working on deals in France, Germany and Hungary to get the Davenport boys out to more of y'all, so those of you who have been asking about availability in your country...well, it's on its way! Wahooooooooooooooo I'll have much more on The Bad Boys series in the coming weeks. I'll keep you posted as new developments arise and as plans become more concrete.
For NOW, however, I have for you the new cover for The Wild Ones, which is the first of three books in this series. It will hit stores and digital sources worldwide on March 5, 2013, so be on the lookout for this "tricky" little treat in your neck of the woods. Also, one VERY interesting tidbit is that this edition will have all sorts of NEW CONTENT! I won't spoil it for you, but I will say that some of it is of the *ahem* steamy variety. *wink wink*
Have I ever thanked y'all for being awesome? Because you are. Today has been teeming with good news and bad (I have a sick friend). It reminds me that life is full of ugly, but it's also full of beauty. Seeing the ugly makes me realize how blessed I am and how truly beautiful most of it is. Enjoy the happy, my friends. Enjoy the light, funny, carefree, delicious, love-filled, hope-filled moments when they come your way. Each one is too precious to waste. Oh and I love you like a crazy person.
Now, I mentioned Trick, didn't I? Well, why don't you give him and his positively yummy back and shoulders some love? Whoop!
Monday, January 21, 2013
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It's here! It's here! You can purchase Up to Me at the following locations: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, Smashwords, iTunes, Amazon UK and in paperback from Amazon (as well as CreateSpace and Barnes & Noble).
Also, every person who leaves me ah honest review on Amazon or Barnes & Noble during release week (Jan 6-12) will be automatically entered in the running for a giveaway. The giveaway includes a signed copy of Down to You and Up to Me, as well as a complete swag pack for both books! That's bookmarks, postcards, shot glass, keychain, t-shirt, iPhone skin, and bracelets.
WINNER OF THE GIVEAWAY IS PSYCHSTUDENT13 "AGC"! Please send me your mailing address at firstname.lastname@example.org. CONGRATULATIONS! And thank you all for your amazing support and honest reviews. I appreciate you more than you'll ever know:)
Thursday, January 3, 2013
I dig around in my purse for my key as I approach the front door. I’m distracted as I slip it in and unlock the knob, turning to wave to Cash. But he’s not on his bike at the curb. It’s resting on the kickstand, motor idling. He’s charging up the sidewalk toward me. Before I can even blink, my back is pressed to the cool metal of the door, Cash’s lips are on mine and his hands are in my hair.
I melt into him. Relief that he was feeling the same way battles for dominance with the desire to drag him into my bedroom, shut the door and pretend nothing and no one exists outside it.
But before I can give in to that urge, Cash is pulling back, giving me room to breathe and giving rational thought the tiny crack it needs to wiggle back into my mind.
His eyes, darker than the night around us, search mine as his hands move from my hair to my shoulders and down my arms to grip mine. “Do me a favor,” he whispers, curling my fingers over the back of his and bringing them to his mouth.
His eyes never leave mine as he brushes his lips over my knuckles. “Dream of me tonight,” he says softly. He watches me, waiting for a response. I have no words, so I simply nod. He doesn’t need to know that no one else occupies my dreams. No one.
“Dream of my lips, teasing you.” Straightening one of my fingers, he kisses the tip. His voice is like velvet and his words are like an aphrodisiac. “Dream of my tongue, tasting you.” His tongue sneaks out to flick the end of my finger. A surge of desire rocks my core. “And I’ll dream of you. Of what it feels like to be inside your warm, wet body.” As if to show me what he feels, Cash sucks my finger into his mouth and pulls it in and out of his mouth, back and forth over his tongue. I can barely breathe.
He pulls it out, but before he lets it go, he gives it a gentle bite. I feel a burn in the pit of my stomach, a drop of lava in a boiling volcano.
“Good night, Olivia,” he says quietly. And then he turns and walks away.