- 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, March 18, 2014
Here's kind of a naughty and kooky little teaser from Strings of the Heart. I hope to have preorder information for you soon, but it should be releasing in late April/early May.
The bus jostled over a patch of uneven pavement, yanking the delicious, yet illicit dream, of a beautiful brunette out of my mind. Although the dream faded into foggy wisps of images, I didn’t even have to shift my hips to realize it had sprung a massive morning boner. With my eyes still closed, I craned my ear to take in the sounds around me. Normally, a morning jerk-off session wouldn’t have been an issue when I rode along with Eli and Gabe on the Jacob’s Ladder bus—the reigning bachelor’s oasis that harbored scantily clad women and free flowing booze. But then they had decided to stay back a day and tour some of Seattle, so I had to bum a ride on AJ and Mia’s family friendly bus, which meant I could be interrupted at any moment by a toddler or screaming infant.
Just when I thought it was safe enough to let my hand trail over my bare chest and under the covers, a tiny voice shouted, “Unca Weese!” I had only a millisecond to react before the curtain to my roost was jerked away, and my drowsy world was invaded by AJ’s precocious three-year-old daughter, Bella. Somehow in my hazy state, I had the presence of mind to bunch the covers around my waist to shield her innocent eyes from my unfortunate morning wood.
When I reluctantly popped open my eyes, Bella pounced on me. “Oomph, easy Bells,” I grunted.
“Time to wake up,” she ordered. She propped her elbows on the mattress while swinging her legs back and forth.
I groaned. My idea of when it was time to get up and hers was much, much different. Of course, there was no way in hell I would be able to get up in front of her. Boxers or no boxers there would be too much explaining to do, and she was just the inquisitive kid to want to know what was going on below my waist. Shifting my hand under the covers, I winced as I cupped myself to keep the sheet from tenting.
Cocking her head, Bella’s dark eyes curiously surmised me. “Do you have a booboo on your peepee?”
Fuck me, was this seriously happening? I didn’t know how the hell I was supposed to answer that question, so I tried to make it work to my advantage. “Um, yeah, I do. Hurts pretty bad, too. So I better lie here a little while longer and let it get better.” When she started to crawl onto my bunk, I shook my head. “No don’t wait for me. You go on and get some breakfast.”
After a moment’s contemplation, Bella asked, “You want Mommy to come kiss it and make it better?”
“Oh hell no!” I cried, jerking my arm over my eyes to try to bleach out the mental image of Mia anywhere near my dick. Sure, Mia was fine as hell, but she was AJ's wife and a mother. You just don't fantasize about a chick once you've accidentally walked in on her breastfeeding.
Since her father had a mouth like a sailor, Bella didn’t even bother chastising me for cursing. Instead, she frowned. “But why not? When I have a booboo, Mommy makes it feel better when she kisses it.”
“AJ!” I bellowed at the top of my lungs. At this point, I didn’t care if I woke up baby Gaby. I needed him to get Bella out of here ASAP.
Thankfully, he appeared almost instantaneously to put me out of my misery. “What’s wrong?” he asked.
I opened my mouth to explain, but Bella beat me to it. “Unca Weese feels bad because he has a booboo on his peepee. Why don’t you kiss it and make it better, Daddy?”