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The Proposition



Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Last Teaser Tuesday for 2012 & several weeks!!

So, this is going to be the last Teaser Tuesday for 2012 and probably for a few weeks. I tried to make it nice and extra long to tide you over the lonely weeks without a glimpse of Aidan and Emma, lol.

To set the stage: this is when Emma has come to Aidan's house from the hospital on bed rest. Overwhelmed by her feelings and fear of what could happen to Noah, she's been weeping in the bathroom rather than taking a shower.

Without hesitation, Aidan drew her into his embrace. She should have shrugged him away. Being close to him when she was so emotionally broken was playing with fire. But she was so very tired of being alone all the time and having to bear every burden on her own. Aidan had enough strength for the both of them, and just being held in his arms sent comfort pulsing through her.

Grabbing him around the back, she fisted his shirt in her hands, hanging on for dear life. Aidan’s lips warmed against her ear, causing her to shiver. “Shh, please, sweetheart. Don’t cry,” he crooned in her ear. “I’m here for you, and we’re going to get through this together.”

His words reassured her, and for both him and for Noah, she tried pulling herself together.When her cries begin to quiet, Aidan pulled away to gaze at her. His blue eyes blazed with intensity. “Listen to me. You have every right to be scared, but I want you to believe me when I say that Noah is going to be fine. He’s blessed with some strong as hell genes.” Placing his hand on her belly, he smiled. “He’s part Fitzgerald, and for generations, the men of my family have been known for being tough, scrappy fighters with a will of iron to survive.”

“Really?” she questioned with a hiccup.

Aidan nodded. “But even more than the fighting Irish Fitzgerald blood pumping through him, he’s inherited the most amazing DNA from his mother. She’s the strongest person I’ve ever known.”

His words, coupled with the sincerity in which he spoke them, caused a burning wildfire in her chest. “Oh Aidan,” she murmured.

He brushed her hair out of her face. “You just have to keep being strong, Em. That fire that burns so deep within you—the one that’s seen you through the darkest times—you’ve got to stoke it to burn a little brighter.”

“I’ll try.”

“Now come on. All the hot water is going to be gone before you get cleaned up.” He rose up off the floor.

When he tore his shirt over his head, she widened her eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Taking my shirt off. I don’t wanna get drenched helping you take a shower.”

Her head shook wildly from side to side. “I don’t need your help.”

“You’re exhausted, Em. Just let me help you, okay?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“And why not?”

Heat flooded her cheeks. “Because you’ll see me…”

A playful grin curved on his lips. “Have you forgotten that I’m well acquainted with every gorgeous inch of your body?”

She stared down at her hands in her lap. “No, but it was different then. We were different then.”

The feel of his burning stare made her finally look up. “And it’s different now because I’m not going to devour you when I see you naked. I’m going to take care of you. There are more levels of intimacy than just sex, Emma.”

“I know,” she whispered.

“So let me take care of you.”

She exhaled a defeated breath and nodded. “Will you turn the chair around, so I’m not facing you?”

An amused glint twinkled in his eyes. “Yes, Miss Modest, I can.”

“For your information, there’s more of me than the last time you saw me,” she argued as he adjusted the shower seat.

He turned around and shrugged. “I doubt that. Besides, you’re still just as beautiful as the first time I saw you.”

“Always the flirt, aren’t you?” she replied with a grin.

“Just stating facts, ma’am.” Aidan’s hands then reached for the hem of her shirt. Instead of protesting, she let him pull it over her head. His gaze hovered over her cleavage a little longer than it should have before he tossed her shirt onto the wicker hamper. “Stand up,” he instructed.

“You’re so bossy.”

“And you’re so damn stubborn,” he countered as he pulled her pants down.

Left in only her underwear, she shivered. As if to even the playing field, Aidan’s fingers went to his fly and took his pants off as well. His eyes met hers as she brought her arms around her back and unfastened her bra. After it slid to the floor, she wrapped her arms around her breasts.

Aidan rolled his eyes. “Oh Em, seriously? Quit acting like I’m some pervert getting off at this.”

A little flicker of hellfire sparked within her at his exasperation. Her hands then went to the waistband of her underwear, and she ripped the panties down her thighs as best she could with her belly getting in the way. Meeting his surprised gaze she strode over to the shower and sat down on the chair. “I’d like my vanilla body wash please and the pink sponge. Thank you.”

His chuckle echoed off the bathroom walls. Sticking his hand in the shower, he handed her the body wash. “I already put your shampoo in there.” He closed the shower door behind him. Emma didn’t dare glance back to see if he’d dropped his boxers or not. “Want me to wash your hair?”

“You seriously want to do that?”

“Of course. Besides it’s not like you’re going to let me wash the good parts anyway.”

A giggle escaped her lips. “I thought you were going to behave,” she protested.

“I am. That’s why I want to keep my hands busy with your hair.”
Monday, December 10, 2012

Teaser Tuesday: The Return of the Monsters aka Aidan's Nephews

As a writer, you have a fondness for your characters. Some you anticipate their arrival on the scene while others just come out of thin air. That's kinda what happened with the pool scene with Aidan's nephews, or as he likes to refer to them "the monsters". These three precocious boys, John, Percy, and Georgie, just appeared, and man, were they fun to write because they were able to get under Aidan's skin where Emma was concerned.

So, it was a no brainer that I had to have them in The Proposal. Here they are getting under Aidan's skin yet again!!

“Uncle Aidan?” Percy began.

“Don’t you think you ought to marry Emma?”
Aidan jerked his head up, slamming it against trunk lid. “FUCK!” he shouted as he saw stars before his eyes. A few more expletives escaped his lips as pain raged through his skull.           
“Nice mouth you got there,” John chided.
Gritting his teeth, Aidan rubbed his aching head. “You mention that to your mom, and I’ll tell her about your ball-sack comment.”
John’s eyes widened. “Dude, that is so not cool!”
“Yeah, well, that's what blackmail is for.” Aidan started to resume gathering up the bags when he noticed Percy staring expectantly at him for an answer. Aidan sighed. “Perce—”
His blonde brows knitted together. “Don’t you love her?”
“Oh Christ,” Aidan muttered, raking his hand through his hair. He winced as pain once again shot through his head. “Did your mom put you up to this or something?”
 “No. When I asked her the same question, she just said that you were a cad.” Percy shrugged. “I don’t even know what that means.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s a dude who acts like a douchebag to women,” John said.
Aidan glared over at John. “I am not a cad!”
He held his hands up. “I didn’t say it. Mom did.”

Leave it to his sister the English professor to resort to name calling him something from the nineteenth century. He handed Percy one of the box’s from Earl and Virginia’s. “Perce, it’s complicated because—”
“You’re a cad?” John asked.
Ignoring him, Aidan said, “I was stupid and did something that hurt Emma’s feelings pretty bad. It’s going to take her some time to forgive me and let me back into her heart.”

Percy shifted the box he was carrying to one hip. “You’re having a baby with Emma, so the responsible thing to do would be to marry her,” he said sensibly.

Aidan blinked a few times at Percy. “Did I hit my head harder than I thought, or did you actually just sound like a mature adult, rather than a kid?”

Percy grinned. “Maybe. Dad always says I’m an old soul.”

Aidan laughed. “I think he called that one right.” He glanced over to John who wore an amused smirk. “Of course, anything you say has to sound light years above this one,” he said, jerking his thumb at John.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Teaser Tuesday: Enter Trouble with a Capital T

So this week's teaser introduces us to a new character....and a potential new love interest for Emma. Thus, why I'm calling him Trouble with a Capital T! You may have heard of him mentioned in the book blurb over at Literati Literature Lovers...That would be Dr. Alpesh "Pesh" Nadeen. 

Shall we take a peek at him before we read his scene with Emma?!!

Sure, he's out of his scrubs and white coat here...but hello??!

He's going to play into the sequel quite a bit...he's a 180 from our all-American boy Aidan, but he's also a 180 in all the right ways of wanting to settle down with a wife and child. They first met when Patrick was taken to the ER with chest pains(the earlier teaser where Aidan and Emma see each other again for the first time). After she's put on bed-rest, he wants to get to know her better. 

                        ****ROUGH DRAFT & SUBJECT TO CHANGE******

Pesh’s closeness caused her heartbeat to accelerate. His woodsy cologne, the heat from his body, the tousled dark hair she wanted to run her fingers through—it drove her to distraction. Breathing normally like he had requested was completely out of the question. Instead, she managed to draw in several harsh pants. Pesh’s dark eyes swept from the stethoscope up to hers. He took the buds out of his ears and smiled knowingly. “Either I’m making you nervous, or you need to get back to the hospital for your erratic breathing and heartbeat.”

She felt a warm flush creeping across her cheeks. “No, it’s you,” she murmured.

He cocked his eyebrows. “So you’re saying if Dr. Pendleton were here taking your vitals you wouldn’t be reacting this way?”

Laughter sputtered from her lips. “Of course not.”

Shifting his body, he leaned in closer to her. His dark eyes penetrated hers. “Why do I make you nervous, Emma?”

Her mouth ran dry, and she licked her lips. “Because…” You’re so damn good-looking, and your fabulous body kicks my pregnancy hormones into overdrive, making me think things about you I shouldn’t. But more than the lust, you’re kind and compassionate, and if given the chance, I could see myself falling in love with you.

Emma exhaled the breath she had been holding. “You confuse me.”

“I confuse you?”

Staring down at her hands, she said, “I still care very deeply for Aidan, but when I’m with you, I start to feel…differently.”

“So I at least have a chance to woo you?”

She snapped her head up to stare at him. “To woo me?”

Pesh laughed. “Not a word you would usually use?”

“Not exactly.”

He tilted his head in thought. “Hmm, a chance to romance you then? To wine and dine you?”

Emma smiled and pointed to her belly. “There will be no wining, and with my bed rest, our dining is going to be a little limited.”

“Ah, but that’s why I brought food to you.” He rose off the couch. “Let me go get it, and we’ll commence our wooing.”

He winked at her, and she laughed. “Okay.”

When Pesh got to the door, he stopped and turned around. “As long as I have a chance to win your heart, Emma, I’ll take whatever you can give me.”