About Me
- 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.
The Proposition
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
Pairing Release Celebration Contest
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THE PAIRING IS LIVE!!!
Yesterday was the release day for The Pairing! Have you gotten it yet? Did you devour it?!! If not, here are the purchase links!!
Complete links for THE PAIRING
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1gZl7JF
Amazon UK: http://tinyurl.com/oseox4e
Amazon CA: http://tinyurl.com/ps3wput
Amazon AU: http://bit.ly/1jMXDfP
B&N: http://tinyurl.com/nzbjn95
Ibooks and Kobo are coming in a few days. They seem to
take longer.
Friday, February 14, 2014
Valentine's with Jake and Abby from Music of the Heart and Soul
Here's a little Valentine's Day love with Jake and Abby! *SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T READ MUSIC OF THE SOUL
With my pencil hovering over the paper, I glared down at the
empty sheet before me. It silently mocked me—laughing maniacally at the state
of torturous writer’s block I currently found myself mired in. Grunting in
frustration, I dropped the pencil and reached for the bottle of beer across
from me. Months ago, Rolling Stone
had approached me, along with several other singer/song writers, for a special
Valentine’s issue of the magazine. They wanted each of us committed rockers to
write a love note to our significant others. I had jumped at the chance, not
just because it was a good PR move, but because I truly wanted to write a love
note to Abby for all the world to see. Yeah, I know there have been songs we
wrote together professing our love, but this was different. It wasn’t rhyming
lines with musical accompaniment. It was the raw truth of love stripped bare of
all embellishments.
At the moment, I was grateful to be on the bus in the middle
of the tour. If I had been home and in my office, the two Grammys for Song of
the Year, would have driven me over the edge. Not that I wasn’t already there
with the writer’s block that had pervaded me for the last few weeks. But the
last thing I needed was a glaring reminder that the words just wouldn’t come.
“Jake?” Abby called from the bedroom at the back of the bus.
“Yeah babe?”
“I need you.”
The tone of her voice told me that I didn’t need to dick
around and ignore her. After tossing the pencil down on the notepad, I gulped
down the last of the beer before rising out of my seat. As I hustled past the
roosts, I heard Rhys’s snores as he was taking a late afternoon nap. At the
last bunk before the bedroom, I peeked in the curtain to check on my sister
Allison. With buds in her ears, she was watching some fashion designing shit on
Youtube. In her lap, she had a sketch pad. She glanced up at me before jerking
out one of her earbuds.
“Does Abby need me for the twins?”
I shook my head. “I got it.”
She smiled. “Okay.”
“Jake!” Abby called again.
I burst through the bedroom door where I found Abby standing
in front of the bed. “Yeah babe?” I asked.
When she turned around, I got a view of the two occupants on
the bed. Once upon a time, my old tour bus bedroom might have been crowded with
groupies vying for me to pick one of them to rock their world. Nowadays, it was
crowded with baby gear. Outfitted in blue and pink hooded towels, my seven
month old son and daughter eyed me from their perch on the bed. I couldn’t help
grinning at how fucking cute they looked. The top of their hoods had a face on
it with droopy ears. “Look at you two monkeys,” I said, as I strode over to the
bed.
Grins popped out on their faces, showing off the two bottom
teeth they had cut. The glorious smell of baby shampoo and lotion filled my
senses and warmed my heart. While I had been battling with my writer’s block,
Abby had been fighting her own battle giving the twins a bath. “Sorry to
interrupt the writing, but do you mind helping me get them dressed?” Abby
asked.
Ducking my head, I brought my mouth to hers. After a brief
kiss, I smiled. “I don’t mind.”
She returned my smile. “Thank you.”
Since Jax was closet to me, I reached over and pulled him
into my arms. “Mmm, you’re all fresh and clean. Wonder how long that will
last?” I asked him.
He blew a little raspberry at me, which caused Abby to giggle.
“Giving me a smart answer, huh? You’re sassy like your mother,” I replied.
Jules squealed before smacking her hands on the mattress.
When I met her gaze, she furrowed her tiny brows at me. “What’s the matter,
little girl? Are you getting testy because I’m talking to Jax and not you?” I
leaned down and kissed her cheeks. She cooed in appreciation of my attention.
Abby handed me a sleeper to put Jax in. “So are we still on
for tomorrow night?” she asked, as she hipped up Jules’s butt to put on a
diaper.
“Of course we are. Do you think I’d miss spending Valentine’s
Day with my lady love?”
She laughed. “I just know we’re going to be pretty exhausted
after the show tonight.”
I shook my head as I worked to get Jax’s diaper on. “I don’t
care if we have to crawl to the restaurant, I’m taking you somewhere romantic.”
Abby paused in snapping up Jules’s sleeper. “I just realized
it will be the first time we’ve been away from them at night.”
Warily, I turned my attention from Jax over to her. Her chin
trembled a little. It was the truth that our twins were seven months, and we
hadn’t left them overnight. They’d been with us for every step of the way once
we went out on tour. “It’ll be fine—they’ll be fine.”
Although she looked less than convinced, she turned and gave
me a reassuring smile. “I know they will. And as much as I hate to, it’s time.
I need to get used to the idea of them being away from us.”
“If you’re having a miserable time and miss them, we’ll come
back to the bus,” I said, as I snapped up Jax’s sleeper.
“And miss a night in a king sized bed in a hotel room?
Never,” she replied.
I laughed. “So the allure isn’t a night of wild passion with
me but getting to sleep in a big bed?”
“Maybe it’s both,” she replied, with a wink. Putting Jules
on her hip, she walked around the side of the bed.
“Wanna lie down with us?”
Abby asked.
I shrugged. “Sure. Why not? It’s not like I’m going to get
anything done out there.”
After Abby flicked on a cartoon on the television, I lay
down on the bed. Leaning over Jax and Jules who were snuggled between us, I
gave Abby a kiss. “I love you, Angel.”
“I love you, too.”
I bestowed a kiss on both of the twins’ heads before lying
back down. It wasn’t long before the twins were asleep, and Abby followed soon
after. As I watched the three most important people in my life snooze in
dreamland, my chest felt like it might overflow with love. A man like me didn’t
deserve all the love I’d been given or the blessings that had been bestowed
upon me. My wife and my children gave me the purest love a man could ever have—unconditional
love.
And there in the bed in the back bedroom of the tour bus, I
finally had my writing epiphany. As I eased out of bed, I tried not to wake
anyone. I slipped out the bedroom and hurried down the hall to the table. Once
again, I picked up my pen and pad, but this time I had a purpose.
Dear Abby,
I’ve sat for many months staring at a blank page of paper
that I was to fill with words of my love. I have found it nearly impossible to
try to express what I feel for you. As a songwriter, I might be known for my
ability to express my emotions through words, but at the moment, I find every
word in the English language lacking in its ability to express myself to you. But
a moment ago as I watched you and our children sleeping, all the things that I wanted
to say flooded through me. As my chest tightened and my heart felt it would
overflow, all the emotions and feelings I have for you rocketed through me. I’ll
try as best I can to express my love.
It goes without saying that you are my angel—the savior who
reached into the darkest depths of my soul and saved me from the despair that
threatened to consume me. You are my
wife—the woman who took my name and bound herself to me for a lifetime on a
sandy beach off the coast of Mexico. You are the mother of my children—the
tireless fighter who refused defeat to conceive our angels and bring them into
the world. You are my lover—the giver and receiver of the greatest pleasure I’ve
ever known. You are my best friend—the great and compassionate listener who
puts up with my sarcastic side and my asshat mood swings. You are my soul mate—the
other half without which I would be incomplete. My duet partner—the half that
makes my melodies, rhythms, and lyrics whole.
You are the music of my heart and soul.
Love,
Jake
Jake
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
I'm Coming to a City Near You: 2014 Book Signing Appearances
I would love to be able to meet with you this year during some of my signings!!
First up, is Indie Girl Con February 21-22 in Charleston, SC.
http://www.indiegirlcon.com/
Then I'll be heading to Ft. Lauderdale March 6-8 for the Wicked Book Weekend.
http://wickedbookevents.com/
Come to the Austin Book Fest in Austin, Texas on March 22nd to see me and some other fabulous authors.
http://austinbookfest.wordpress.com/
April 6th, I'm close to home at the Sweet as a Peach GA Indie Author Signing in Cumming, Georgia
http://gaindieauthorevent.blogspot.com/
April 26th I'll be in Cleveland, Ohio at the House of Blues
http://clevelandauthorevent2014.ticketleap.com/cleveland-author-event-vip-party/
May 2nd I'll be in Chicago for the Chicago Author Event at the Chicago Hilton
http://chicagoauthorevent.com/about-2/
May 13th-18th I'll be in New Orleans for the RT Convention.
https://www.rtconvention.com/
June 29th, I'll be in Orlando for Book Bash
http://bookbash.net/
July 12th, I'll be in Knoxville, Tennessee for the Tennessee Valley Author Event
http://www.eventbrite.com/e/tennessee-valley-author-event-tickets-7478226577?aff=efbevent
August 24th, I'll be close to home again in Atlanta for the Atlanta Author Signing.
September 27th, I'll be in Orange Beach, Alabama for the Down & Dirty Author Event
http://www.eventbrite.com/e/2014-down-dirty-author-bash-tickets-8182244313?aff=efbevent
November 15th, I'll be in Indianapolis, Indiana for the Indie Unmasked Event
http://indieunmasked.weebly.com/attending-authors.html
Monday, February 10, 2014
Remember Megan from The Party? If not, get reacquainted before The Pairing
It's about seven days from the release of The Pairing, and here's some snippets to get you acquainted and reacquainted with some of the major players.We're first introduced to Megan McKenzie in The Proposition. Aidan tells Emma that he loves his nine nieces and nephews, and he has one great-nephew. Later we learn Megan is a single mom, and to help prepare Emma for being a mom, she decides to baby-sit Mason overnight.
MEGAN MCKENZIE
Aidan with baby Mason
Here's some of that scene from The Proposition when Mason isn't going along with Aidan's seduction plan...
“Oh shit.” With an agonized groan, Aidan pulled away from
her.
She slid out from under him and hurried over to the Pack N Play. Mason
held his arms out to her as giant tears slid down his cheeks. “Aw, shh, it’s
okay, sweet boy,” she said, scooping him up. His cries quieted a little when he
was in her arms. “What’s the matter angel? Are you hungry?”
Emma kissed Mason’s cheek and rubbed wide circles over his
back while he grinned at Aidan over her shoulder.
“What a little cock-blocker,” Aidan grumbled.
Emma gasped and whirled around. “What did you just call
him?”
“A cock-blocker, which is exactly what he is at the moment.”
Mason screeched a cry, and Emma hugged him tighter. “Don’t
listen to Uncle Aidan, sweetheart. He didn’t mean it.”
Aidan motioned to Mason. “Look at him. He’s perfectly fine
as long as you’re holding him.”
She shook her head. “You’re a complete and total asshole.”
“You shouldn’t cuss in front of the baby,” he chided with a
grin.
Emma widened her eyes. With a huff, she walked over to Aidan.
“It’s almost time for him to eat. Hold him while I go fix his bottle.”
Surprisingly Aidan didn’t protest when Emma thrust Mason
into his arms. Mason immediately stopped snubbing and stared wide-eyed at
Aidan. “Yeah, that’s right. You’re stuck with me now, and I don’t have a nice
rack for you to snuggle up to.”
Emma smacked his arm. “Don’t you dare talk to him like that!
He’s only a baby! Breasts are just food to him, pervert!”
“Damn, Em, when did you get so violent?” he joked.
Mason gave Aidan a toothless grin when Emma stomped off.
Aidan chuckled. “I guess she’s right, huh? But one day you’ll understand what
it’s like to be left at half-mast by some chick.”
Here's Megan and Aidan's scene from The Party, which is free on Amazon and Smashwords if you haven't read it.
'Standing at the doors leading into the church, he peered at the altar. He spotted Megan on one of the front benches, kneeling down on one of the risers. He strode up the aisle. When he saw that she was finished praying and merely gazing up at the giant crucifix, he knelt and crossed himself before sliding onto the bench beside her.
“Hey Hot Mama,” he said in a low voice.
She grinned at him as she slipped her rosary into
her coat pocket. “Hey Ankle. Glad you could make it.”
Aidan shook his head at her old nickname for him. As
the first grandchild, Megan spent a lot of time with
Aidan’s parents. When she
first started talking, she couldn’t say ‘Uncle Aidan’. Somehow his name got
meshed into ‘Ankle’. None of his other nieces and nephews called him that—it
was just one aspect of their special bond.
Aidan craned his neck to eye Mason’s sleeping form
in the carrier beside Megan. “You know I wouldn’t miss this for anything in the
world. I mean, it’s not every day a man as young as myself gets made his great nephew’s godfather.”
“Trust me, I’m very honored to be in your presence.”
Megan eyed him up and down before shaking her head. “I’m assuming you had a
wild night last night.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Hmm, from the bags under your eyes and the fact
Papa called me twice this morning to see if I had heard from you.”
Aidan swept his hands to his cheeks. “Seriously? I
thought I looked pretty fabulous.”
“Always so cocky.” Megan nudged his shoulder
playfully. “Sure we don’t need to douse you with a little holy water?”
“Ha, very funny. Your mother was already advocating
that I skip seeing you and head straight for confession.”
“I’m sure she has a point. I mean, seriously, when
was the last time you were in church?”
Aidan quirked his blonde brows at her. “What is this,
the Spanish Inquisition?”
Megan laughed. “Oh, man, that reminds me of our Monty Python marathons.”
Aidan grinned. “Your mom got so pissed when I let
you watch that when you were like seven.” He shook his head. “I couldn’t
believe you were smart enough to get most of the humor.”
“You were always such a bad influence, but I loved
you anyway.”
Leaning over, Aidan kissed Megan’s cheek. “And I
loved you, too, even though a lot of the time you were an aggravating little
pest.” At her outrage, he winked. “We had some good times together, didn’t we?”
“Yep, we did.”
They sat in silence for a few seconds. “So how are you
holding up?” He motioned to Mason. “You know, being a new mom and all?” Aidan asked.
Megan fiddled with the
hem on her dress. “I’m hanging in there.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Aidan said, “Now
you know it isn’t polite to lie to your favorite uncle.”
She sighed, blowing a few blonde strands out of her
face. “Okay fine. Being a single mom is a lot harder than I thought it would
be, even with Mom and Dad’s help. I’m stressed out all the time with trying to
finish nursing school, and mentally…I’m borderline falling apart. How’s that?”
Aidan put an arm around her shoulder, drawing her
close to him. “Aw, sweetheart. I hate to hear that.”
Megan shrugged. “It’s okay. Nothing you can do.”
“Still no word from the douchebag?”
Glancing down at her hands folded in her lap, Megan
shook her head. “Nothing since he sent the last check after he signed with the
Falcons.”
Aidan growled at the thought of the punk who had
knocked-up Megan. If he could just get his hands on him…He didn’t give a shit
that the jerkoff was a 6’3 offensive lineman for the Atlanta Falcons. He would
still make sure to rearrange his face as well as taking his testicles as a
souvenir.
“I know what you’re thinking, and he’s not worth
it,” Megan said.
With a wink, Aidan replied, “You let me worry about
that one.”
“At least with the money he sent, I can get my own apartment.
I need a little independence from Mom and Dad.”
Aidan shook his head. “You should stay home and
mooch off them as long as possible.”
Megan giggled. “Thanks a lot. I would think you of
all people would understand about wanting to stand on your own two feet and not
have your life choices over-analyzed constantly by your family.”
“You have a point there,” Aidan mused. He could only
imagine how Angie loved giving Megan daily advice about what she was doing
right or wrong. Hell, she did it to him, and he wasn’t even her child. But as
the oldest of his sisters, Angie had always been his second mother. And in the
five years since his mother’s passing, she relished the job with new vigor.
Tightening his arm around Megan, he said, “So you’re
willing to throw away rent on an apartment, but you won’t take me up on my
offer?”
She rolled her eyes. “Seriously, Ankle? There is no
way in hell you would really want me to live with you.”
“Hey now, watch your mouth. We’re in church for
Christ sake!” he joked.
Megan laughed. “Listen, it’s really sweet of you to
offer, but trust me, you would be regretting it an hour after Mason and I moved
in.”
“I would barely see you guys with the guest bedroom
upstairs and my late hours. I could even move Beau out to the backyard and give
you the basement.”
“Let me guess. Part of the bargain would include me
doing your laundry and cooking your meals?”
Rubbing his chin, Aidan replied, “Hmm, that sounds
good.”
“Of course it does to you.”
“Nothing wrong with you taking care of your favorite
uncle.” When she didn’t reply, Aidan squeezed her shoulder. “Okay, I was just
teasing you, and I wouldn’t expect you to do laundry and cook. Why won’t you
let me help you out?”
Megan shook her head. “It’s very sweet of you to
offer, and I should jump at the chance. But I need to do this on my own.”
“Fine. Be a stubborn ass.”
“It’s a Fitzgerald family trait, remember?”
Aidan grinned. “That it is.”
“Well, I think in your generosity you’re not
thinking clearly about what a buzz kill it would be having me and Mason at your
house.”
“Is that right?”
“Mmm, hmm, just think about this one. You’ve brought
home your flavor of the week for some hot sex, and she either sees some young
chick running around or hears a baby crying. Dude, you would so be striking out
in the bedroom with some major blue balls.”
Aidan widened his eyes. “Margaret Elizabeth
McKenzie, what a mouth you have in church!”
“I learned it all from my very naughty uncle.”
With a grunt of frustration, Aidan said, “I’ll have
you know I don’t bring women home.”
She rolled her eyes. “God, you are such a player.”
“Not you too?”
Megan grinned. “I can’t help but highlight the error
of your ways. I mean, I’ve been played by your kind many, many times and burned
even more. I’m a woman scorned, remember?”
Aidan winced at the thought of how he treated
women—girls very much like Megan. How could he want to castrate Mason’s father
when he wasn’t any better himself? Well, except for the fact he made damn sure
to always wear a condom to ensure there weren’t any Little Aidan’s running
around out there.
Megan glanced down at her watch. “Will you keep an
eye on Mason for me while I go to confession real quick?”
Aidan’s eyes widened as he took in the sleeping
infant in the carrier. “Um, Meg, I don’t—“
“Oh come on. He’s dead to the world, and you’ll be
fine. Besides, you’re his godfather.”
“Yes, a position I’m wishing I hadn’t agreed to.”
Megan swept her hands to her hips. “I need to go to
confession before I stand at the altar with my son, Ankle. Are you really going
to tell me no?”
“Fine, fine. Go on.”
“Thank you,” she said, before kissing him on the
cheek. Her heels clicked down the aisle. It hadn’t been a full minute after
Megan disappeared into one of the confessionals that Mason began to stir in his
carrier.
Leaning over, Aidan rocked him a little, hoping to avert a crisis. But
when the baby’s tiny face crumpled, Aidan muttered, “Oh shit.”
A wail erupted from Mason’s lips that echoed throughout
the church. “Hey Little Man, don’t do that.” He rocked the carrier faster,
which just seemed to piss Mason off more.
“You really should pick him up when he’s crying like
that,” a voice said over his shoulder. He glanced back to see his sister,
Becky’s, three sons staring skeptically at him. From eleven year old, Percy’s,
exasperated expression, Aidan knew it had been him giving the advice.
“Fine,” Aidan grumbled. He bent over and gently slid
his hands underneath Mason’s writhing body. Already outfitted in his
Christening gown, Aidan found it hard to grab onto more than just lace in his
hands, especially since he was worried about hurting him. Finally, he rescued
Mason from his baby carrier hell. Aidan propped him on his shoulder and gave
him a few reassuring pats. “All right, Little Man. You’re free. Give it a rest
with the crying,” he said.
His thirteen year old nephew, John, snorted. “Wow,
Megan must’ve been smoking something when she chose you as godfather.”
Aidan scowled at John over Mason’s head. “For your
information, I was the only one she wanted for the job.”
“Give him his
passie,” five year old Georgie suggested.
Aidan furrowed his blonde brows. “His what?”
“Dude, you gotta be kidding,” John said. He leaned
over Aidan and grabbed Mason’s diaper bag. Digging inside, he pulled out a
pacifier and waved it at Aidan before sticking it in Mason’s wide-open mouth.
Immediately, the baby calmed down.
With a sigh of relief, Aidan’s gaze swept over the
three boys. All three wore khaki pants, white button down shirts, red ties, and
blue blazers. He shook his head and grinned. “Nice get-ups. You could pass for
a boy band like the Osmond’s or something.”
“The who?” Percy asked.
“Never mind,” he mumbled. Glancing past the boys, he
sighed with relief at the sight of Megan coming out of the confessional. He was
more than ready to hand Mason back over to her.
She grinned at him. “Couldn’t resist Mason’s
charms?”
“Ha, very funny.”
“Yeah, I heard him all the way in the confessional.”
She reached over and took Mason from him. Nestling the baby close to her chest,
she then smiled at Aidan. “You know, you looked like a natural holding him.”
Aidan opened his mouth to protest, but John’s
snickering interrupted him. “Seriously? He could barely get Mason out of the
carrier, not to mention he had no idea what a pacifier was.”
“He can always learn,” Megan argued.
“Yeah, don’t hold your breath on that one,” Aidan
replied.
It was then that the priest came striding up to
them. “Miss McKenzie, we’re ready to begin.”
Megan nodded. “John, Percy, Georgie—go run and tell
the others it’s time.”
“Okay,” Georgie replied before sprinting down the
aisle.
After the boys hurried off, Megan grinned. “Ready?”
Aidan smiled back at her. “As ready as I’ll ever
be.”
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Teaser Tuesday from The Pairing
Yeesh, so I just realized that it was less than 20 days until The Pairing's release, and I had been lax on doing teasers. So, I hope to make up for that with a long one today, and then a small teaser each day leading up to release starting on the 11th.So as usual this snip is unedited/subject to change with final edits.
After swiping his key card, he entered the room. When
he closed the door behind him, Megan turned around, gazing expectantly at him. Now
that he was in front of her, he didn’t know exactly what to say. He had been on
emotional overload on the roof, and things had escalated far too quickly. “Look,
I just want to say how very sorry I am about kissing you.”
“Well I’m not,” she replied matter-of-factly.
Pesh’s neck snapped back in shock. Her response wasn’t what
he was expecting at all. He had imagined she might be relieved or even
embarrassed, but he hadn’t imagined that she would be without regret. He cleared
his throat that had suddenly run dry. “Regardless, I shouldn’t have done it. I was in an emotionally
vulnerable position, and you were merely trying to comfort me. Nothing more.”
His words were more for his own good than hers.
She shook her head. “Just because I was comforting you,
doesn’t mean I didn’t want you to kiss me. That I still don’t want to kiss you again.”
His brows furrowed in confusion. “But you—”
“Pesh, I’ve wanted you since the night of Noah’s baptism.
But you shot me down then, and you still do.”
Although his heart wanted to soar at her admission of
wanting him, the reality of her words caused his chest to clench instead. “Sexually.
You only want me sexually.”
“Yes.”
He should have been flattered that a young, sexy woman like
Megan desired him. But he wasn’t. Half of the women in the hospital would be
willing to have him drag them to an empty patient’s room for a quick and dirty
screw. But that’s not who he was. He had never been that way with women, and he
didn’t see how it could be possible to change. All he wanted was for her to
really see him and how good he could be for her. He thought that was what she
was feeling in the moments before and after he kissed her. But now it seemed it
once again only lust.
Although it was probably pointless, he couldn’t help putting
everything out there once again. “But when we were up on the roof, there wasn’t
a moment where you wanted more from me than just sex?” He licked his lips and
took a step toward her. “Just a second where you could imagine your life with
me in it?”
Megan stared at him, her expression contemplative. For a
brief moment, Pesh thought by her hesitation that she had changed her mind
about him. But then she shook her head. “How many times are you going to make
me hurt you with this? You’re too good for me, Pesh. We both know that. I’ll
remind you again of some the reasons I’m not the one for you. I’m twenty-five,
and you’re thirty-seven. You want a wife, and I’m not ready to be married.”
Her words sliced into his chest the same as if she had taken a
sharp blade to him. She may have had to repeat herself this time, but he
realized the finality of her words. And then an idea hit him so hard that he
shuddered—a true light bulb moment and epiphany. There was only one way he was
going to get to have his sweet Megan, and that was if he gave in to her. He
would have to become someone else for her, even if it was just for a little
while. He could distract her with the sex that she both desired and demanded, but
at the same time, he would make her fall in love with him. It could work. It
had to.
Cocking his head at her, he questioned, “So let me get this
straight once and for all. You would let me…"
He paused, fighting the conflict within himself to say what he needed to. He drew in a ragged breath. “You would let me fuck you but not love you?”
He paused, fighting the conflict within himself to say what he needed to. He drew in a ragged breath. “You would let me fuck you but not love you?”
Her eyes widened at his word choice. “What’s gotten into
you?”
He shrugged nonchalantly, feeling slightly empowered in the
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde moment. “I merely asked a simple question.”
She snorted exasperatedly. “Yeah, about…” She swallowed hard.
“Fucking of all things.”
“Yes.”
Megan shook her head wildly back and forth. “I can barely
acknowledge hearing you say the word, least of all you doing that.”
“You can’t imagine me—”
She held up her hand. “You’re not the type of man to fuck,”
she countered.
His brows shot up. “Oh really? I’m too nice of a guy.”
“Something like that.”
“I am a man,
Megan. We all have needs. Isn’t fucking one of them?”
Her body trembled slightly at his words. She licked her lips
before replying, “S-Stop saying that word—it isn’t you.”
“So fucking isn’t me? Don’t tell me you think I’m totally
asexual—that you can’t imagine me fucking a woman…fucking you.” He eased in closer to her. “We both know for a fact that you
wanted nothing more than to fuck me the night of Noah’s baptism. Given the
chance right now, you’d let me strip off your scrubs and fuck you up against
the medicine cabinet.”
As her chest heaved up and down, she took a step back from
him, bumping against the counter. “But you don’t say things like that. You’re
refined. You’re a gentleman.”
“It may have been awhile, but even a gentleman like me
enjoys fucking.” He closed the gap between them.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“I’m giving you want you want.”
“You’re giving in?”
“Yeah, why not?” As he dipped his head, his mouth hovered
over hers. “If you really want me to take you, then kiss me.”
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