05/7/14

The Virgin: Boxed Set

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THE VIRGIN: REVENGE
I was seventeen when I met Drake Gallagher. Seventeen, naive, foolish…and in love. Or so I thought. That summer, and the months that followed, set the course of my life. 

Ten years later, I’m still struggling to put the pieces of me back to together. It’s time to stop struggling. It’s time to take control…and maybe, it’s time for a little revenge. 

He doesn’t have time for naive little virgins? Well, I’m not naive anymore. 

THE VIRGIN: REDEMPTION

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Maybe that’s why my plans didn’t work out. Cold could never describe what I feel for Drake Gallagher. Still, after ten years of bitterness, ten years of hiding in the shadows, I’m not sure there’s any way to bridge the distance between us. Especially now.

Running away seemed to be the best answer. So what am I supposed to do now that he’s found me again? Is it time to open up and tell him…everything? The safest thing to do would be push him away. But safety is an illusion. Nobody knows that better than I.

 

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01/28/14

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TheVirginRedemption72

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Maybe that’s why my plans didn’t work out. Cold could never describe what I feel for Drake Gallagher. Still, after ten years of bitterness, ten years of hiding in the shadows, I’m not sure there’s any way to bridge the distance between us. Especially now.

Running away seemed to be the best answer. So what am I supposed to do now that he’s found me again? Is it time to open up and tell him…everything? The safest thing to do would be push him away. But safety is an illusion. Nobody knows that better than I.

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The pain, the shame I felt then, came rushing back, every bit as deep and cutting. Slowly, I pushed back from the table. My head spun in dizzying circles and I tried to breathe in. It hurt, a band around my chest making it all but impossible to take a deep enough breath.

“Shan.” His voice, low and quiet, cut through the noise in my head.

“Don’t,” I said, shaking my head. I turned away, desperate to be alone for a few minutes. I needed to think. I so badly needed to think. This…this should make it better, right? I’d mattered then, if he could be believed. This should make it better. So why did I feel like he just slashed my heart open all over again.

I made it two steps before he came up behind me, his arms coming around me. “Let me go,” I said, forcing the words out through a throat gone tight with emotion. There was something trapped inside me. I didn’t understand it. Was it a scream? Was it a sob? I didn’t understand.

“No.” The words were spoken against my hair. “I had to do that once—it was wrong then. Even if I hadn’t been here to buy this place, I was too old for you. It was all wrong. But it didn’t change how I felt. One look at you and I was done for.”

“Let me go.” The shaking started deep inside me and I couldn’t stop it. If he didn’t let me go, and now, I was going to break. Right here. Right now.

“Why?” He spun me around and caught my face in his hands. “You came after me. You came to me last night. You’re the one who was just sitting there telling me you didn’t know how I felt and now I tell you and you want me to let you go.”

I blinked and when I looked back at him, it was through a veil of tears. I reached out, fumbling for anything that would push him away, anything that would give me the distance I needed to think. I just needed to think. “You’re lying. You son of a bitch. You told me that night that you don’t fuck naïve little virgins. Fine. I get it. I wasn’t sophisticated enough, old enough for you. But don’t you dare stand there and tell me you loved me when you were that cruel—”

“I don’t give a damn about how sophisticated you were. None of that mattered to me.”

His voice was like a slap in the air and I flinched.

Furious with myself, I continued to push. “So it was the age thing. How noble of you. You could flirt with me, make out with me, let me shove my hand down your pants, but the fact that I was a seventeen-year-old virgin—that was your stopping point. It was okay to be cruel, though.”

“Oh, fuck this,” he muttered.

“I don’t think so.” I shoved in front of him as he would have left. Pride drove me as I shoved my hands against his chest. “So it’s okay to be attracted to stupid little virgin, okay to be cruel, but no fucking her, right? She’s too young. Have I got it right?”

He grabbed my arms, jerked me close. “I never meant any of it to go as far as it did,” he rasped, his breath coming in heavy pants against my mouth, his brow pressed to mine. “I told myself, every time, I’d end it. I’d pull back. And all I did was get tangled up in you. I didn’t know how to handle…”

“What?” I demanded, my voice thick with derision. “A teenaged girl with a crush?”

“It was more than that, and you know it. It was always more with us.”

12/19/13
TheVirginRedemption72

Redemption

TheVirginRedemption72

They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Maybe that’s why my plans didn’t work out. Cold could never describe what I feel for Drake Gallagher. Still, after ten years of bitterness, ten years of hiding in the shadows, I’m not sure there’s any way to bridge the distance between us. Especially now.
Running away seemed to be the best answer. So what am I supposed to do now that he’s found me again? Is it time to open up and tell him…everything? The safest thing to do would be push him away. But safety is an illusion. Nobody knows that better than I.

Expected publication late January 2014

 

Excerpt

Oh, yes. I could lie. I could look Drake right in the eye and offer glib words that would ease this tension, angry words that would push him away. Or I could offer him more half-truths. I had wanted to get him out of my system. It hadn’t worked.

Now he was in my system, in my soul, in my blood. I could taste him on my lips as I slept, feel his body under my hands in my dreams, and when I woke, sometimes I even imagined I could still smell the scent of his skin on mine.

Feeling the weight of his gaze on my head, I slowly raised my head and stared at him.

In the bright, golden lights of the bathroom, I felt exposed and stripped bare.

The small, scared part of me whispered… Lie. Just lie. It’s so much easier. So much safer.

But that was the crux of my problem. I’d felt safe in Florida, and look what happened. Since then, there was rarely a day when I truly felt safe. What I felt was loneliness, anger, guilt and confusion.

I lived in the shadows and I wrapped myself in lies, just to keep people at bay.

In that moment, I realized how very tired of it all I was.

But the lies, and the shadows, would continue unless I pulled myself out of them.

11/5/13

Revenge

Hurtful words undone. Could that happen? Could we go back to who we had been on the beach, him a too-solemn, serious young man and me a foolish, hopeful girl who hadn’t had her heart, her dreams, her world smashed, all within the span of a couple of months?

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10/31/13

Upcoming Blog Tour

I’ll be visiting some blogs, with prizes, to celebrate my upcoming book.

blog tour

 

I’ll have a few gift certificates to give away to random commenters.

The blogs I’m visiting…

 

October 30th: Book Binge

October 31st: Scorching Book Reviews

November 1st: Delighted Reader

November 1st: Romance Novel News

November 4th: Cocktails & Books

November 7th: Book Lovin’ Mamas

November 8th: Novel Thoughts

November 11th: Fiction Vixen

 

TheVirginRedemption72

“Then I can help.” He turned and moved deeper into the apartment. “This…isn’t what I would have seen you choosing. There was something open near Mai’s. Did you see it?”

“I saw it. This suits my needs.” I floundered for some reason to throw him out, but what in the hell was I going to say? You can’t stay here? I’m dirty and I’m cranky and I’m not wearing a bra and I can’t look at you without wanting you?

That wasn’t going to go over well.

He tossed a look over his shoulder. “It suits your needs? What about what you want?”

My belly twisted, hot and demanding. What I wanted stood right in front of me. Reaching for it was a different matter altogether.

Turning away from him, I strode over to the refrigerator and opened it. “This is what I want. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have taken it. Would you like a bottle of water?”

“No. I’m good. So…where do you want me?”

He stood only five feet in front of the bedroom door. The mattress was still stripped, but who needed sheets?

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10/29/13
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Rdemption

I just wanted…

Closing my eyes, I lifted my glass to my lips.

Perhaps it was having the wine inside me, and next to no food. I hadn’t had dinner. Lunch had been half of the sandwich I’d packed and nothing else. Breakfast had been a Powerbar and a latte on the way down the elevator.

The wine made it easier to be honest and I really let myself acknowledge why I was doing this.

I wanted Drake Gallagher. One time.

Just once.

I wanted what he’d teased me with all those years ago, before he’d pulled away and so coolly dismissed me.

And I wanted to see the hunger in his eyes.

I’d like to make him burn for me. Long for me. Ache for me. I’d like to make myself an addiction in his blood, like he’d been in mine all this time.

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