Hi Guys! Welcome back to the Tuesday Tease! I’ve been working nonstop on Someone to Love while my editor plows through it once again. She said I’d have it back today so I’m thrilled with that. It shouldn’t be too long after to format and load it. If it is, well, I blame Christmas, lol! Shopping seems to sideline every project under the sun these days.
There was so much interest in ETHEREAL KNIGHTS last week (I’m humbled, thank you guys!) that I’ve included a teaser for that. It’s next in line to give my editor and I’m going to work my hardest to get that out in January. It’s all done but it needs her awesome eyes to gloss over it.
On to the teasers!
SOMEONE TO LOVE
(Kendall runs to Cruise’s bed, past midnight, scared out of her mind.)
“What brings you for a visit?” He runs his gaze down my ridiculous state of dress. Perfect. I’m pretty sure I’m the least sexiest woman to have ever graced his bed.
“The rats of Massachusetts have gathered in my room for a state-wide conference,” I whisper in the event their tiny ears perk up at attention and they decide to migrate over. “You my friend have an infestation of the vermin variety.”
“Every rat in Massachusetts has congregated in your bedroom?” His left dimple goes off, mocking me, and suddenly I find his vexing good looks annoying as hell.
“That’s right,” I say accusingly. “And I bet you’ve been planning it all along.”
He belts out a laugh that startles me.
“You got me.” He holds out a hand. “I had a big meeting with all the rodents in the neighborhood and orchestrated the entire event. I’ve got an alligator working his way through the sewage pipes as we speak.”
“No way.” I cover my ears. “If I listen for one more minute I’m going to pee standing up for the entire next year.”
“I’m teasing. I assure you the throne is still a safe place to rest on your laurels.” Cruise sits up and pulls me to my knees. “Clothes”—he drills into me with those lucent blue eyes—“on or off?”
(Gage and Logan are at the faction meeting that they didn't want Skyla to attend. Gage gets bored and he begins to replay the evening, casting himself as Skyla’s love.)
Nicholas Haver segues right back into the minutia of everyday life, discussing the potholes on Saddle drive, and my mind goes numb from listening. If you ask me the Faction Council is in need of new leadership. For all practical purposes this could be a "city" council meeting because not a thing about the factions has been brought up once.
I’m so fucking bored. I wish I were back at the party. Hell, I wish I could rewind the night and have it all work out different. Now there’s a “superpower” I’d love to have.
I imagine the house with all of its haunted memories of Chloe—those paper butterflies that I’m not even sure Skyla is aware of yet, lurking in the attic room just above her closet. I picture Logan and I walking in and starting the night anew.
“Hi!” Skyla would be eager to greet me. She wouldn’t even notice Logan and his pretty boy smile.
I’d try to say something and she’d place her finger over my lips. “Don’t talk. Just kiss me.”
I’d plunge my lips over hers and we’d kiss right there in front of every person I know.
It would be me that Skyla wanted to make a public proclamation with, not Logan. It would be me peppering her head with kisses, me with my arm secured around her waist, but it wasn’t.
I don’t know if it ever will be.
EVANESCENT (The Countenance Book 2)
(Laken thinking about Wes)
Maybe our love had its chance and we lost or maybe I’m just not trying hard enough. Whatever it is, I’m pretty sure puncturing my teeth into an imprisoned stranger is not going to bring us closer as a couple. I’m almost certain it’s going to move us the hell away from one another pretty damn quick. I can see now the spiritual terrain on which we’ve landed for what it is—a landslide. I’m not sure we’re ever going to recover. And with Wesley’s strange enthusiasm for all things wicked, I’m not sure I want us to.
ELYSIAN (Celestra Series Book 8)
(Skyla and Marshall)
I clasp my hand over his and then I see it, our entire future laid out in one seamless erotic stream.
“Good God,” I pant. “This had better be some warped fantasy or I’m going to…”
“Or you’re going to what?” He firms his grip over mine and I choke out a breath, completely intoxicated by the viral sensation he’s railing through me.
“Viral sensation,” he huffs. “You know very well you’re trembling from the sheer pleasure of the escapades you’re privy to. In fact, why waste another moment leering when we can indulge our flesh in real time. I’ll take you to the future at once.”
The room claps to darkness and we disappear.
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I hope everyone is enjoying the season!Happy shopping and wrapping!