#MidWeekTease... Where Jules goes on a condom hunt...
As Taken Identity is now on general release, I just have to celebrate that fact with this week's #MidWeekTease
Jules gulped. Her self-imposed 'No Gray' was getting harder and harder to stick to, especially when she knew what she really wanted to stick to was him, not her principles. Whoever said principles make a cold bedfellow was spot on. She rather thought it was decision time. It was hard to believe she'd known Gray for less than forty-eight hours. However, she reasoned, if she added up the actual time they had spent together, it was a lot more than she had spent in total in some relationships. A spurious argument, but one she thought she would be using to convince herself they just had to get together and discover what was happening between them. Well, she knew what was happening with her. She fancied the pants off him, and really needed to see if A—it was reciprocated, and B—lived up to what she remembered.
"What are you thinking?"
"Sorry?" She saw Gray's quizzical look and flushed. "Oh, not much. More wine?"
She stood, lifted the bottle out of the cooler and gestured in the direction of his empty water glass.
This was it then, crunch time. If he said yes and drank a glass, he couldn't drive home.
If he said no—
His look was considered. Jules felt her muscles tense. It was all up to him now. Surely, he knew what she suggested. Even though she had been vocal in her no-sex edicts, the effect he was increasingly having on her—and it seemed her on him—somewhat negated that.
Jules had never really understood the phrase 'a pregnant silence', until she stood, bottle in hand, looking down at him, sitting relaxed in front of her. Her breasts at his eye level seemingly had no effect on his libido.
As if in slow motion, he shook his head. "No, thanks, no more wine."
What? She couldn't believe her ears. After all the doublespeak, the sexual innuendos, the awareness and, yes, his bloody, great hard-ons, he wasn't going to take what was on offer? Bastard! Bloody, bloody...
"Sorry?"
"I said, I don't want any more wine, but wouldn't mind a glass of that rather good whisky you gave me yesterday." His voice was patient, amused even. His smile showed her he knew exactly what she had asked and what he was agreeing to. "Just a drop though, a mere sniff and taste. I never play after alcohol."
Help. Jules now felt nervous. What if he was disappointed? What if she was disappointed? This time it was really them, not two strangers who passed—or should that be connected—in the night. How awful if they found reality didn't live up to that dream-time meeting? Even if he didn't know it was the same woman.
Oh hell, life was so complicated sometimes.
Her thoughts whirred as she took his empty glass and exchanged it for a tumbler in which she poured the merest drop of malt. Shit, when did I last wax my legs? What state is my bikini line—and the rest—in? Did she have time to check? To do anything necessary? At least she had changed the sheets that morning. In hope, maybe, that despite all her protests to the contrary, something would happen.
Hell, did she have any condoms? She may be on the pill, but there was no chance of anything happening without that extra protection. Sensible women protected themselves from more than just pregnancy. Jules might be head over heels in lust, but she had enough common sense left to remember all the lectures given to them at school about STIs.
"Are you going to join me?"
He indicated his glass. "With a malt?"
"Oh, er, no, I think I'd better stick to water. I don't like mixing my drinks." One sip and
in the mood I'm in, I'll be flat on my back for all the wrong reasons.
"Wise girl." He took a sip of his drink. "Would you like me to open another bottle?" He paused. "Of water?"
Oh, God, surely she hadn't said about being on her back aloud, had she? However, it seemed not, as Gray was just looking at her with a query in his eyes, not amusement.
"It's a screw, um, cap, but I'd love another glass. There's a bottle in the fridge. I'll be back in a sec." Jules left the room hurriedly, without stopping to gauge his reaction to her helpless mutterings. She dashed to the loo and splashed cold water on her face before looking in the bathroom cabinet. Spare toothpaste, brush and razor. Headache tablets, no little foil wrapped parcels. Bugger. Where else? Duh, Jules, be logical. You are not likely to want condoms in here, no room to swing a cat, let alone...well, don't go there yet. Be logical. En-suite, bedside table, hell, even kitchen drawer. Come on, woman, move, look and pray.
She did all three.
She was rewarded in the en-suite and bedroom. Whew, at least I don't have to explain why I'm rummaging through the kitchen drawers like a maniac. I wonder if I have enough? How many was enough, anyway? She didn't think they would use all she found, but a girl could live in hope, couldn't she? She took a quick glance at her legs and bikini line. They would do, she decided, due to the circumstances. Time to get back downstairs before Gray thought she'd left the country.
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#SexySnippets Meet Kenna. She's the rock star's Wife
Seven sentences from one story...
Rock Star Nico loved Kenna, and wanted to do everything for her. Swaddle her, coddle her and keep her safe.
The result? Kenna was stifled, so it was inevitable they'd clash.
That clash resulted in them splitting up. Until Kenna turned up at one of his concerts and Nico had the chance to explain himself.
Would she listen? If she did would she understand, accept he'd changed and give them a second chance?
All he could do was lay his heart on his sleeve and hope...
All Kenna had to do was listen to her heart, and his, and decide…
It sounded oh so easy, but was it?
(In this bit, she's snuck into one of his concerts...A lucky case of mistaken identity?)
#SexySnippets...
"That was awesome, just him all by himself, eh? I wonder who the Kenna he sang about was? And regrets and stuff. Pity you're Jenna, not Kenna."
"Yeah. True enough. Ah well." Kenna blessed the fact her new friend had heard her name wrongly.
"You could pretend it was you, but then you'd have been a right divvy, to let him go."
(Out soon from Evernight Publishing)
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#MidWeekTease... with a guest
please welcome Kirk Haggerty
to Mid Week Tease
"Heart of Texas" by Kirk Haggerty
How does a journalist from liberal Boston survive a year in conservative Texas?
Daniel Preis, a young journalist from Boston, wants to work at the prestigious Globe. Instead, he scrapes the bottom of the barrel at a soft-porn magazine called 'Leather and Lace'. His reputation takes a turn for the worse when he writes a rebuttal on how dumb Texas people are. Only to learn that his next reporting assignment is a year in Texas (specifically a town called Hamilton), to meet the locals. There, he encounters motorcycle gangs, starts a book shop, gets his nose broken in a shooting accident, kills a rattlesnake, chases tornadoes and falls in love ... A new style of fish-out-of-water, romantic comedy.
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Well, I became an overnight pariah at least in Texas; the new public enemy number one, right up there with bin Laden and Dillinger. My hate mail box rose to astronomical heights, but Mr. Bronsworth was enjoying every minute of it. He got his desired shit storm and a jump in sales. Like a seedy network producer in ecstasy over soaring ratings, a virtual Scrooge McDuck wallowing in mountains of money. I was hoping it would soon pass, like a headache or a bad dream. It didn't.
"Have a seat," said Uncle Scrooge – er, I mean, the boss. I sat down and accepted one of his bourbon whiskeys. He had the best window view of Fenway Park, and was a devout Red Sox fan, with paraphernalia tacked across his office wall. "Son, you're the best damn asset this magazine has." His Boston accent was stronger than anyone I've met. It was like a character from an old gangster movie. "It's not the lingerie or the titties, but your blog."
"Thanks. Just doing my job."
"I want to send you on a wicked assignment." Everybody in Boston likes to throw in the word 'wicked' to spice things up. "You'll be down there for a while."
"Down where?" I hoped he meant Australia.
"My boy, you're going to good old Texas. I'm sending you down there to find out first hand if they're that backwards, and write it up."
I had to take another sip of whiskey to calm my nerves. Was he sending me to my death? "Mr. Bronsworth, they'll shoot me if I even set foot there."
Ten Facts about main character:
1. Daniel Preis is an only child from Boston, whose father is German.
2. Most people mispronounce his family name as 'Preece' but it's supposed to be 'Price'.
3. He loves to write. He got an iMac for his 13th birthday and wrote Star Trek stories on his friend's blog.
4. After college he lived in Berlin for 4 years as a journalist for the nightclub magazine 'Berlin-Berlin'.
5. Daniel currently works as a blogger at 'Leather and Lace' magazine, writing about the political culture of young people in America.
6. His parents own an exclusive bookstore in Boston, but Daniel doesn't want to work under the shadow of his parents.
7. He loves his girlfriend Debbie, but due to his naiveté, he can't see that she doesn't love him quite as much.
8. Daniel is too often manipulated by his boss, Mr. Bronsworth, to do anything he pleases or be fired. This forces Daniel to accept the one-year assignment in Texas.
9. Outside of writing, Daniel is good at kickboxing.
10. Daniel has to learn to widen his perspective about people in other cultures (i.e. Texas) and win the love of Karen, his assistant manager at the new bookstore in Texas which he has opened.
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Kirk Haggerty was born and raised in Los Angeles, but has been living and working in Germany for over 20 years. He is married and has three sons.
Kirk started writing in 2009 and Heart of Texas is his fourth published novel.
Kirk's other books are: How to Steal a Lion, The Spymaster of Cologne and The Notorious Expat Wives (with Lilian Kendrick)
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