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The Proposition

The Proposition




Yesterday was the release day for The Pairing! Have you gotten it yet? Did you devour it?!! 

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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.

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

Then I'll be heading to Ft. Lauderdale March 6-8 for the Wicked Book Weekend

Come to the Austin Book Fest in Austin, Texas on March 22nd to see me and some other fabulous authors.

April 6th, I'm close to home at the Sweet as a Peach GA Indie Author Signing in Cumming, Georgia

April 26th I'll be in Cleveland, Ohio at the House of Blues

May 2nd I'll be in Chicago for the Chicago Author Event at the Chicago Hilton

May 13th-18th I'll be in New Orleans for the RT Convention.

June 29th, I'll be in Orlando for Book Bash

July 12th, I'll be in Knoxville, Tennessee for the Tennessee Valley Author Event

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

November 15th, I'll be in Indianapolis, Indiana for the Indie Unmasked Event

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.


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?”

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.”


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.”