- Katie Ashley
- Atlanta, GA, United States
- I am the New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best Selling author of The Proposition, Proposal, Music of the Heart, and Nets and Lies. I am represented by Jane Dystel of Dystel and Goderich for all books except for Proposition and Proposal.
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Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Okay, I'm way more excited than I should be to (A). Be blogging again after a hiatus and (B). to be sharing/unleashing a little of The Proposition on you. So, here is a scene that sets up the heart of the novel. It's a little longer than I would usually go, but hey, it's the first time!
Emma leaned over to where their faces were only inches apart. “Since you think you know everything, tell me if you understand this. Have you ever wanted something so bad you think you’d die if you couldn't have it? That the mere thought of it keeps you up at night. You can’t sleep, you can’t eat, you can’t drink. You are so consumed by that desire nothing else matters, and you’re not sure life is worth living if you can’t have it.” Bitter tears stung her eyes, and she bit down on her lip to keep from sobbing right in front of him.
While Aidan remained silent, Emma shook her head and leaned back in her chair. “See? I rest my case. A man like you can’t possibly understand what wanting a baby feels like for me.”
“No, I get it. I really do.”
She arched her auburn eyebrows at him. “I doubt that seriously.”
“Maybe to a certain extent…” A slow, lascivious grin slunk across his face--one that sent warmth to her cheeks and made her squirm in her chair. “I wanted you so bad at the Christmas party I thought I’d die when you refused to come home with me.”
The husky tone of his voice startled her. “Excuse me?”
He scooted his chair so close to hers that she fought the urge to back away. “How much plainer can I make it for you? You were so damn sexy in that green dress. Your hair was down and fell in waves around your shoulders. And you kept giving me those innocent little smiles from across the room.” His breath warmed against her cheek before he whispered into her ear. “I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so much as I wanted to you.”
She shoved him away. “God, you’re such an egotistical bastard! I’m baring my soul to you by talking about wanting a child and you tell me you want to…to…”
Aidan crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re a big girl, Emma. Can’t you say fuck?”
“You’re seriously disgusting.” She gripped the edges of her glass and narrowed her eyes at him. “If I didn’t desperately need the rest of my margarita, I’d throw it in your face!”
He chuckled at her outrage. “Now is that anyway to talk to the future father of your child?”
She snapped back in her seat like a rubber band. “E-Excuse me?”
“I’m talking about a little proposition for us to both get something we really, really want. I give a little, and you give a little.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m talking about offering up my DNA for you. Connor said you refused to go to a sperm bank because you might end up bearing Satan’s spawn, so I figure I’d make a good candidate.”
Emma widened her eyes as the shock waves rolled violently against her. “You can’t be serious.”
“About which part: me being a donor or that I’m a better choice than Satan’s spawn?” he asked, with a wicked grin.
“Both…but mainly that you would want to be my sperm donor.”
“Yeah, I’m serious.”
“Do you have any idea what being a sperm donor entails?” she questioned.
He smirked at her. “I have a pretty good idea.”
Emma shook her head. “How can you act so flippant about it? It’s a huge commitment.”
“Give me a break. We’re talking about jerking off into a plastic cup, not donating an organ.”
“It’s a little more than that actually," Emma huffed.