She’s about to invade his world…

November 15, 2009 at 8:12 pm (Uncategorized)

Hi Everyone,

I just got fantastic news! The Pleasure of Sin is a finalist in the EPPIE Awards 🙂 I’m so excited I could burst!

I’m also in the process of finishing the third book in the Club X series. This will be Cal’s story. I know a lot of you have been waiting to hear about him, and trust me he has a lot to say 🙂

I hope you are enjoying Choices! Mallory is about to invade Jackson’s world…

Excerpt 8

Jackson walked through the living room to the kitchen, tossing his keys across the counter top.  “I still don’t feel good about leaving my bike,” he observed.

“I’m sure it will be fine,” she assured evenly.

 Slowly, she trailed behind him, closing the screen door behind her.  Looking around, she couldn’t help but note how different Jackson‘s house was from her own.  This was a real home.  It was comfortable, lived in.  It let people know that they could come in and settle for the night.  Her house was cold, like her family since her mother’s death.  Taking a few steps forward, she spotted a small antique wood-burning fireplace.  She inhaled deeply, wanting to savor the feeling.  It felt good to be here in a real home, not some plastic-wrapped version of it. 

“Want something to drink?” he asked, one arm draped over the open refrigerator door. 

“Sure,” she answered.

“You have a wide selection of iced tea, milk or tap water to choose from.”

Her laughter filled the silence between them.  “Tea is fine.”

While Jackson busied himself making the drinks, she looked around the room taking in the small details of his life.  Family photos were strategically placed on the walls.  She smiled at a picture of Jackson when he was just a boy.  He held a fish that looked almost as tall as he was.  A wide grin on his face revealed two missing front teeth.  As her gaze traveled around the room, she spotted a piano in the back by the windows.  Walking over to it, she noticed the stacks of unopened mail that cluttered the top.  It had been a long time since this piano had been given time to stretch.  She allowed her fingers to trail along the dusty keyboard.  Closing her eyes, she envisioned sitting here, playing a melody as she watched the trees sway. 

“It’s my mom’s,” Jackson remarked, startling her with his nearness.  He handed her a mason jar filled with iced tea.

“You don’t play?” she asked, taking a sip.

He shook his head.  “No, she tried.  Even gave me lessons, but music just wasn’t my thing.  I guess that means I’ll never be in a band, huh?” he joked.

“How is your side?” she inquired.

He shrugged his shoulders.  “I’ll live.”

“I still can’t believe Curtis,” she admitted.

“He’s entitled.  You’re his sister.”

She sighed deeply, rolling her eyes.  “He’s a jerk.”

His grin took her breath away.  “I can’t say I don’t agree with that.”

Mallory took another sip, as she gathered her resolve.  If she wanted answers, it was now or never.  “So, do you really like Cherie Brightwater?”

He looked out the window.  “She’s okay,” he hedged.

“No, she’s not.  She’s easy,” she bit back, her temper rising.

“Maybe that’s what I like,” he challenged noncommittally.

“Do you?”

Taking a deep breath, he knew that he couldn’t tell her the truth, the real truth.  He didn’t give a damn about Cherie Brightwater, but telling Mallory that would only encourage her more.  And, if he was smart, that was something he knew he shouldn’t do.  Her mouth fell open, inviting him to take what he wanted. 

And he did want it. 

No matter how much he lied to himself.   

He set his glass on top of the piano, taking a step toward her.  Hell, he was already being blamed for it. The whole town already thought there was something going on.

 So, what was stopping him? 

Honor? 

He had never had much of that anyway.  Even if he did, this town would never see it. 

Why not give them what they wanted and take what he needed?

His hands slid around her waist, and he pulled her against him taking her mouth. Her lips met his, opening automatically at his touch.  His tongue played with hers, teasing her.  She let out an impatient moan, as her hands tangled in his hair.  His hand crept up to close around her breast, causing her to gasp in his mouth. 

He felt her nipple harden beneath his skilled hand, her body’s instinctive way of crying out for more.  Her hands moved over his chest, sliding over his stomach as if she couldn’t get enough.  Unsatisfied, her hands slid under his shirt causing a low growl to escape his mouth. 

The faint sound of a car in the distance should’ve alerted them, but they didn’t hear anything but the sounds of their own hearts beating.  He couldn’t get enough of her.  His hand slid under her shirt to travel over the skin of her stomach.  It was the smoothest skin he had ever felt.  When he reached the underside of her bra, footsteps on the porch jolted them apart.

Jackson,” his mother called out.

He ran a hand through his hair, as he tried to keep his racing heart in the confines of his chest.  “In here, mom,” he returned, his voice still husky.

The screen door opened, and Myrna Hart’s eyes widened.  “I didn’t know that you were bringing company home,” she stuttered.

“Neither did I.  Mom, this is Mallory Westfall.  Mallory, my mom, Myrna Hart.”

His mother’s mouth fell open at the introduction.  It wasn’t every day that Myrna Hart had a Westfall in her home.  Jackson could tell by his mother’s shocked expression that she too was questioning his sanity. 

After what just happened, he didn’t blame her. 

“Westfall,” she mouthed.

Mallory crossed the room to hold out her hand.  “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Hart,” she said.

Recovering from her shock, he watched his mother take Mallory’s hand in hers, offering her a warm smile.  “It’s nice to meet you too, Mallory.”  She put her purse down on the couch.  “I’m sorry if I seem surprised, but Jackson rarely has anyone over.  Would you like to stay for dinner?” 

“I’d love to.”

All throughout dinner, his mother watched him.  He knew what she was thinking.  She was thinking that he was crazy, and right now he was thinking the same thing.

After dinner, he walked Mallory out to her car. 

“Thank you, Mrs. Hart,” she called out over her shoulder. 

“Any time, dear.”

Jackson followed behind her, his hands in his pockets.  This was getting out of hand.  If he didn’t stop this soon, he would be in all the way.  Hell, maybe it was already too late to back out.  Watching her with his mother had created an odd tightening in his chest that he wasn’t too eager to explore.  He supposed it was fitting that the one girl that created these strange feelings was the one girl he wasn’t supposed to have.

She turned to face him when she reached the car.  “I had fun tonight.”

He nodded.  “Mom puts on a pretty good spread.”

“Well, I guess I should get home,” she said, clearly stalling.

She closed the distance between them, obviously done waiting for him to make the first move.  Standing on her tiptoes, she placed her lips against his, one hand on his chest to steady her.  He tried to remain still, tried to remain unaffected by her, but he could feel his body tighten and shift.  When her tongue snaked out to trail along his upper lip, he groaned pulling her against him as he angled his head to deepen the kiss.  Her arms entwined around his neck as she pressed herself firmly against him.  His tongue mated with hers, causing her to moan softly.  When he pulled away, she frowned. 

“This isn’t a good idea,” he explained, his forehead resting against hers.

“I don’t care what people think,” she replied indignantly.

“You should.”

“I just want to be with you, Jackson.  Don’t you want to be with me?”

He did.

That was the hell of it. 

He sighed heavily.  He knew what he should say, but the words just wouldn’t come out.  A part of him had already committed to this, and turning back now wasn’t going to solve his problems. 

He wanted her, and she wanted him.

 And that was all he needed right now.

Stay Tuned for more of Choices…

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