Excerpt 11 of Lake of Lies is finally here!

November 2, 2008 at 6:19 pm (Uncategorized)

Hi Everyone,

 

With Halloween over it is time to get ready for Thanksgiving!  It’s also time to get ready for the release of The Pleasure of Sin which comes out in December from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid.  I hope that you all will check it out!

Excerpt 11

The look on her face told him that his attack had hit its mark.  She pushed him away scrambling for her clothes.  He leaned back on one elbow, casually reclining where she had left him on his coat.  She tried not to look at his nakedness or the erection that was already building again, as she pulled on her underwear and began to reach for her bra. 

“Don’t tell me, you’re mad,” Nick chided, with a smile that didn’t meet his eyes. 

When she didn’t answer, he shook his head getting up to search for his boxer shorts.  She searched in the dark for her bra, stumbling when her foot collided with a rock.  He caught her in his arms when she would’ve fallen, but she quickly pulled away. 

“Don’t touch me,” she cried out. 

He cocked his head to one side insolently.  “First, you beg me to have sex with you, and then you don’t want me to touch you.  Which one is what you really want, Sam?” 

She fumed at his audacity.  “I did not beg you to have sex with me,” she hissed.  His laugh made her want to launch herself at him, but she tried desperately to reign herself in. 

“You could’ve fooled me.  With the way you were grabbing my ass, I thought I was going to come right then.” 

More than anything she wanted to knock that smug smile right off his face!  She picked up the first thing she could find, which happened to be his shoe, and threw it at his head.  Unfortunately, he caught it in mid air. 

“Thanks,” he said, looking down at it.  “I was looking for that.” 

“Oh, I hate you,” she replied furiously.  At the moment, she meant every word.  She hated the way he made her feel.  She hated the things he said.  Most of all, she hated that what they had just done meant nothing to him.  She told herself that it meant nothing to her too, but it did.  Making love with Nick had rocked the foundations she had built.  Whether he knew it or not or cared, she had made love to him.  And she hated the fact that, in his mind, he had only had sex with her. 

He flinched at her statement, but quickly recovered.  “Isn’t that always the way it goes with us, Sam?  You love me when we’re in bed, and you hate me when we’re done.” 

She reached down picking up his other shoe and leveled it at his head. 

“Don’t,” he warned in a menacing tone. 

She held the shoe up ready to throw it. 

“I mean it, Sam.  Do not throw that shoe!” he commanded. 

With all her might, she heaved it at him.  He dodged it, and it fell by his side.  He looked down at the discarded shoe not believing that she had actually thrown it at him, before turning to glare at her angrily.  “Now, what?  Aren’t you out of shoes?” he asked sarcastically. 

She fumed, reaching down to find a rock to hurl at him.  He barely got out of the way in time to deflect it.  Then, he came after her.  He grabbed her hauling her against his chest.  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he barked. 

She twisted, trying to escape from the torture of his bare chest against hers.  “Let me go, Nick,” she cried out. 

One arm snaked down to imprison her hips against his.  Her satin panties did nothing to shield her from his manhood, which was prodding against her middle.  Desire swelled up again, and she felt her body softening against his.  Soon, he gentled his grip to a caress.  Her naked breasts crushed against his chest.  She saw passion cloud his eyes as he looked down at her.  Her body was responding to his despite her attempts to restrain herself.  Disgusted with herself, she pulled away from him so quickly he didn’t have time to react.  She hurriedly grabbed her clothes walking away from him. 

“Sam, wait,” he called out to her, but she didn’t listen. 

She walked as quickly as she could, putting her clothes on as she reached the neck of the path.  She ran up to the house to sneak through the back door.  She tried to avoid seeing anyone as she quietly climbed the stairs.  As soon as she was upstairs, she closed herself inside the bathroom.  She turned the shower on slowly removing her rumpled clothes.  Her inner thighs were still sticky.  She shook her head.  It was evidence of her betrayal, evidence of her failure to keep her feelings in check.     

Oh God, they didn’t even use a condom. 

What had she been thinking? 

Of course, there was only one answer to that question.  She hadn’t been thinking.  For once in her life, she had just allowed herself to be in the moment without thinking of the consequences, and now she was paying for it.  He seemed to have the uncanny ability to search out every weak spot she had.  Nobody else had ever gotten close to seeing the real her, the person inside. 

Nick had been in deep before she realized what was happening.  Now, it was too late to turn back.  She climbed into the shower letting the warm water wash over her.  She picked up the sponge scrubbing away the evidence of their lovemaking.  After she washed her hair, she wrapped herself tightly in a towel.  She padded back to her bedroom, quickly locking her door.  She slipped into bed, pulling the covers over her head.  She burrowed deep beneath them, as if they could shield her from the things she didn’t want to deal with. 

Tears began to slide down her cheeks as she replayed the events in her head.  How was she ever going to get over him a second time?  Hadn’t the first almost killed her?  Why was she destined to make the same mistakes over and over?  She was right back where she started. 

She had fallen in love with Nick Daniels…for the second time. 

Nick came back into the party, his gaze flicking quickly over the crowd.  He wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, and he certainly wasn’t in the mood to make idle chitchat.  Unfortunately, for him, at this party he was a known man.  He was stopped several times just trying to make his way to his room.  Once inside, he took off his jacket, which still carried the scent of her perfume flinging it across the room.  Who the hell needed her, anyway?  The answer came back in a flash.  He did.   

“No, I don’t,” he answered aloud. 

So, she regretted making love to him in the woods.  So, what?  At least, now, she couldn’t play the perfect girlfriend for Derek.  He had seen to that when he felt her body quiver beneath him.  He knew Sam too well to think she could casually make love to him one night, and still be with his brother the next.  No, she would have to break things off.  Hadn’t that been his goal from the beginning?  For her to own up to the feelings she obviously still had. 

Making love to her again had been inevitable.  He knew that.  To her, it was a secret that she would never admit.  To him, it had been an earth-shattering moment.  In those woods, he had finally admitted to himself that he was crazy about her.  Nothing he did seemed to help.  No matter how many women he took, he still wanted her.  He couldn’t lie to himself about it anymore.    

He shrugged out of his clothing collapsing on the bed, his eyes focused on the ceiling above him.  What the hell had he been thinking?  That he could sate himself with a rushed encounter in the woods?  Then, why did he still ache for her?  If it was just sex, he could handle that, but it wasn’t.  Damn it!  Why did she have this power over him when no one else did?  Where was she and what was she thinking right now? 

He could guess, and it wasn’t pretty.  She probably hated him for what he said, and she was entitled to.  Still, the look in her eyes after she realized what she had done had hurt.  He was only human.  Call what he’d done a defense mechanism.  Hell, call it whatever you like, but it was all the same.  When he was injured, he struck back.  It was in his nature. 

Besides, he would rather have anger than indifference from her any day.  He could deal with her anger.  She was probably cursing him this very moment.  He closed his eyes, knowing that she was about to cost him another night of sleep.

The next morning, Samantha woke up with a pounding headache.  She sat up in bed, her fingers massaging her temples as she once again cursed champagne.  She stumbled into the bathroom to get a glass of water.  She walked back to her room grabbing two aspirin from her purse.  After downing them with a gulp of water, she spread out on the bed for a minute to let them take effect.  Once it had subsided, she got dressed in a pink t-shirt and jeans. 

Today, she was going home, one way or the other. 

She heard a knock on her door as she pulled her hair into a ponytail.  “Who is it?” 

“It’s Derek,” she heard him say. 

She stood frozen in place for a moment, not knowing what she would say to him.  After last night, everything had changed. She walked to the door taking a deep breath, before opening it. 

“Hey, can I come in?” he asked, looking like a little boy who got caught stealing a cookie.          “Sure,” she relented, stepping back to allow him inside. 

He closed the door behind him, walking over to her bed to stare at the packed suitcase.  He turned to her his surprise evident.  “You’re leaving?” 

She walked around to the other side of the room.  “Yes,” she offered, her tone clipped.

“Why?”

She narrowed her eyes, giving him a look that let him know it would not be that easy.  He took a step closer to her.  “Samantha, if this is about last night…” he began trailing off. 

If he only knew, she thought.  Yeah, it was about last night all right, but not the way he thought it was.  It was about the fact that she had made wild passionate love to his brother.  She had to admit that seeing Derek kiss Christina had caught her off guard, but it wasn’t why she was leaving.  She had to get out now, while her heart was still marginally intact.  If she stayed any longer, Nick would surely use her vulnerability to his advantage. 

“I’m sorry that you saw that, Samantha.  I didn’t mean for it to happen.” 

She walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge of it.  She had to tell him.  This was the moment she had been dreading the entire trip.  It would be easy to let him take the blame when she left, but it wouldn’t be right.  He was wrong.  That was true, but she was wrong too.  Her shoulders were so tight that she thought they might snap.  “There’s something that I have to tell you, Derek,” she began slowly.  This was going to be one of the hardest things she ever had to do. 

Their secrets were about to be unearthed, and she just hoped that it didn’t destroy them both.

Stay Tuned for more of Lake of Lies… 

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