Things are about to heat up…just in time for Christmas!

December 14, 2009 at 1:24 am (Uncategorized)

Hi Everyone,

The holidays are rapidly approaching and the stores are definitely full! It seems like everywhere you look people are getting ready. One of my favorite things to do is drive through the neighborhood and look at the lights! It’s great to see all the different scenes 🙂

I’m going to be blogging on December 20th at www.roxannesrealm.blogspot.com

Make sure to drop by and say hi!

Excerpt 11

“What the hell were you thinking, going out with Jackson Hart?  Didn’t I make myself clear the other day?” her father bellowed.

            “If you would just meet him,” she pleaded.

            Her father snorted.  “I don’t have to meet him to know what he is.  He’s trash, Mallory.  Are you that blind that you can’t you see that?”

            She shook her head impatiently.  “No!  You’re wrong!”

            He rounded the desk in three strides, the vein in his forehead kicking in to overdrive. “Damn it!  I didn’t ask you for your opinion.  When I want to know what you think, trust me I’ll tell you in advance.  I told you not to see that boy anymore, and you deliberately defied me!”

            She backed away, fear beginning to gnaw at her insides.  “Daddy, if you would only listen,” she begged, her voice beginning to quiver.

            He threw his hands in the air, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.  Then, he gritted his teeth, shaking his head violently as he walked back to the other side of his desk.  “Enough!  I don’t want to hear anymore!  The Langes are coming over for dinner on Friday.  You will be there and you will forget all about this Hart boy.”

            She gave him a look that left little doubt that she thought he had gone senile prematurely.  “You can’t be serious?  You invited the Langes over?”

            “Yes, I invited the Langes over, and you will be the perfect hostess when they arrive.”

            “I don’t want to see Derrick Lange, daddy.  You had no right to invite him over.  I won’t do it!” she cried out.

            He leaned over the desk, glowering at her.  “I had every right.  This is my house and I’ll invite who I want over.  And you will be there with a smile.  It’s time you learned your place,” he replied ominously.

            She walked over to his desk.   “Daddy, please don’t do this.  Don’t you want me to be happy?”

            “Mallory, you’re young.  I know that you think you know what you want out of life, but you don’t.  When your mother died, she left it up to me to make sure you didn’t screw up your future.  So, that’s what I’m going to do, even if it is against your will.  You can fight me on it all you want, but the outcome will still be the same, I assure you.”

            The finality of his statement made her heart sink.  She ran out of the room, racing toward the stairs.  She wouldn’t let him see her cry.  Not that it would matter to him anyway.  A wall of stone had replaced his heart on the night her mother died.  He didn’t care about her.  He didn’t care about her happiness.  All he cared about was himself, and what he wanted.  Well, she wouldn’t do it.  She wouldn’t let him ruin her life.  The very fact that he thought she should be with Derrick made it clear that he didn’t know her at all.

            She waited upstairs in her bedroom for the house to quiet.  Slowly, she opened her door to peak out.  Seeing no one, she crept down the hall to the staircase.  Once she made it downstairs, she would be home free.  Her father slept like he was comatose, so her only real danger was that Curtis would wake up and squeal.  She took the stairs as quietly as she could, her hand trailing along the banister.  Finally, she reached her car, and released the breath she had been holding.

            Driving down the deserted streets, she glanced down at her watch to see that it was after midnight.  She had to be crazy to go out tonight.  If her father found out, she would be in even bigger trouble than she already was.   Still, she couldn’t stay locked up in the house all night.  She had to see Jackson, had to feel his arms around her.    

            She pulled onto the dirt road by the river, flipping on her brights.  This was completely insane.  What was she doing?  What would she say when she got to the door?  ‘Hi, I just wanted to talk.’  At midnight?  This was a huge mistake.  When she reached their cabin, she noticed that Jackson‘s mother’s car wasn’t parked out front.   Jackson‘s bike was propped up under a small overhang.  Parking the car, her eyes scanned the cabin.  No lights were on, which alerted her that everyone must be asleep.  She got out of the car, rubbing her arms at the chill in the air.  Creeping across the road to the side of the house, she stared at the windows in the house, trying to determine which room was Jackson‘s.   

            She climbed the steps to the front porch, sneaking over to the window.  If she was wrong, they would both be in trouble.  And, she would have a lot of explaining to do about why she was out here skulking around the place like a criminal.  She lightly rapped her knuckles on the window, holding her breath.  Her eyes widened as she heard movement.  The light came on making her heart jump.  The drapes were quickly pushed back to reveal a shirtless Jackson on the other side. 

            A frown marred his features as he opened the window.  “Mallory, what’s wrong?” he asked, his confusion clear.

            “I had to see you.”

            He rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.  “What time is it?”

            “A little bit after midnight.  Can I come in?” she asked hesitantly.

            He yawned sleepily.  “Yeah, walk around to the front door, and I’ll let you in.”

            When he pulled the door open, she rushed into his arms.  One of his hands slid under her hair to caress her nape.  Her eyes closed, as she breathed in the musky scent of him.  This was why she had come.  Jackson made her feel safe.  The feel of his arms around her, the warmth of his body against hers, his mouth pressing tender kisses against her forehead.  Her heart swelled with emotion.  There was no use in denying it.  Somewhere along the way, she had fallen in love with him.  She knew that now.  She loved his quiet strength, his infectious humor, his dogged determination.  There was no way to know what the future would bring, but one way or another they would find a way to make this work. 

            They had to.

“What happened?” he inquired.

“Where’s your mother?”

“She’s taking care of a sick friend in Vincennes.  She won’t be back until tomorrow.  Now, what happened?”

“I had another fight with my father.  I hate him.”

His eyes narrowed.  “What was the fight about?” he demanded.

She looked away, unable to meet his gaze.  “It doesn’t matter.”

His hands came up to caress her face, holding her head in place so that she could not avoid his inquisitive stare.  “The fight was about me, wasn’t it?”

Her silence made the answer clear.

“It certainly didn’t take long for him to find out,” he snorted, a scowl forming on his face.

She huffed in aggravation.  “He has eyes everywhere.”

“Apparently,” he scoffed.

Her fingers traced the muscles in his chest.  “Can I stay here tonight?  I don’t want to go home.”  Her gaze rose to meet his with a silent pleading.

Jackson stared down at the girl who had stolen most of his sleep since the night they met.  Her hazel eyes begged him not to refuse her.  The truth was that the battle had already been lost.  There was no way he could tell her to leave.  He wanted her too much.  Taking her hand, he led her into his bedroom.  Once inside, she walked into his arms, as his lips fused against hers.  His tongue teased her mouth open, searching out its warm hollow.  His hands came up to cradle the sides of her face, holding her prisoner to his sensual assault.  Her fingers clutched the muscles in his back. 

Suddenly, she took a step away from him, her eyes never leaving his.   When her fingers came up to pull at the buttons on her blouse, his mouth went dry.  His eyes darkened.  God, he wanted her.  Waiting had been one of the hardest things he had ever done, but he had known it was necessary.  He needed to know that she was sure about what she wanted before they went any further than they had already gone.  This thing that they started had grown into much more than it was ever meant to be.  And going any further without careful consideration would be a huge mistake.  Remembering his noble intentions when she was arching against him in the throes of passion had been one of the hardest things he had ever done. 

But he wanted her to be sure.

Sure about him.

And as her blouse drifted over her arms, falling to the floor, he realized that she was.  He felt his erection thicken.  The sweatpants he wore to bed provided no cover for the bulge it created.  Her pants glided down her hips, making his lips part.  The look in her eyes left little doubt of her intent.  She was tired of waiting. 

He couldn’t blame her.           

He was tired of waiting too. 

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching his, before she reached behind to unclasp her bra.  When it fell to the floor, he felt like the wind had been knocked out of his lungs.  Perfectly rounded breasts that he knew would fit his palm perfectly made his fingers twitch at his side.  Swollen pink nipples made his mouth water. 

He watched her take a deep breath, before sliding her thumbs under the elastic of her panties.  His entire body stiffened.  In fascination, he watched as they fell to the floor.  She stood before him completely bare to everything but his gaze.  Immediatley, he was thankful that he had left the light on.  His eyes blazed a trail of heat over her body, caressing her intimately. 

Her auburn hair formed loose curls around her bare shoulders.  Her red lips fell open, and her nipples tightened from the cool air.  Crossing the room to take her in his arms, his eyes closed as he felt her breasts press against his chest.  His mouth covered hers as his hands trailed over the sides of her breasts to travel lower.  They moved down her side stopping to slide around the curve of her buttocks.  He lifted her against his erection, causing her to moan into his mouth.  When he backed her toward the bed, she clutched his broad shoulders to keep her balance.

She moved onto the bed, as his eyes traveled over her body hungrily.  He followed her down, his body covering hers on the small twin.  His fingers tunneled into her hair, his mouth devouring hers.  Edging to the side, his hand slipped over her stomach to travel to the patch of hair between her thighs.  He parted her with his fingers, as his mouth poised over one taut nipple.  When his tongue teased the tip, his finger slid inside her. 

She moaned his name, her body clinging to him hungrily.  His finger moved in and out of her body in a maddening rhythm, as his tongue teased the tip of her nipple.  He nipped at it gently, making her fingers contract on his shoulders.  She moved against his hand, unable to stop as she sought the pinnacle he so willingly offered.  Her breathing quickened, and he felt her muscles tighten around his finger. 

Jackson,” she cried out, as her fingers dug into his shoulders. 

The feeling of her climax running down his hand made him want to come right then.  After a month of waiting, holding out to make her sure that she enjoyed her first time was going to be a feat that wouldn’t be accomplished easily.

“Jackson, please,” she pleaded softly.

He raised his head to look deeply into her eyes. 

“Make love to me.”

His eyes searched hers, waiting for some sign of uncertainty despite her words, but he found none.  The knowledge that she wanted this as badly as he wanted her made him burn with desire.  He eased out of bed to walk over to his desk to grab his wallet.  He fished a condom out, coming back to face her. 

“Are you sure?”

She nodded.  “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

The affirmation was all he needed. 

He pushed his sweatpants over his legs letting them fall to the floor.  Her eyes widened at the vision of his erection, which stood at full attention.  As he climbed into bed beside her, her body instinctively curled toward his.  She watched in fascination as he sheathed his bulging manhood in the thin layer of latex.  When he rolled on top of her, his hips spreading her legs, he felt her tense.  His eyes bore into hers.  She lifted her hips against him in silent acceptance.

His mouth covered hers, his tongue sliding between her lips.  Slowly, he began to push against the delicate barrier of her virginity.  Suddenly, he felt it give way as he entered her.  His hips rocked gently as her body begrudgingly allowed him inside.  She whimpered against his mouth.  He held her tight, each push of his body bringing him further inside of her.  He rested his forehead against hers. 

“You’re so tight,” he murmured softly. 

She bit her lower lip as he filled her completely.  When they were fully joined together, his eyes met hers.  His mouth covered hers, his tongue entering her mouth to tease her.  One of his hands came up to claim her breast, while the other slid around her thigh.  He started to move slowly, tentatively.  Soon, he felt her body responding to him.    

He squeezed his eyes shut.  God, the feel of her body wrapped around him was driving him insane.  He drove into her again, her muscles clutching him tightly.  She was so tight.  So tight and wet.  She arched against him, her breasts crushing against his chest.  His hand slid around to curve into the cleft of her buttocks holding her still for his thrusts.  He was so close.  He tried to reign himself in, tried to remind himself that he had to make this good for her too, but the feel of her body enveloping him was making it very difficult.   He had had sex before, but it was nothing like this. 

Finally, the pressure was too much for him to bear.  He pounded into her, unable to stop himself his mind intent on his own climax.  He felt her shudder all around him, and his name escaped her mouth on a breathy sigh.   His body moved of its own volition, mindlessly seeking release.  When he found it, it was unlike anything he had ever experienced.  Completely spent, his head fell into the curve of her neck.  His heart beat so fast that he thought he might have a heart attack.  He lay there for a moment trying to catch his breath.

She pressed a kiss against the side of his neck, making him shudder.  He lifted his head, his hair tousled from her fingers.  He placed a tender kiss on her lips, his eyelids heavy. 

“I love you, Jackson.”

Stay Tuned for more of Choices…

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December 6, 2009 at 4:56 pm (Uncategorized)

 

Hi Everyone,

I’m sure that you all had a wonderful holiday with your family.  And I can’t believe that the next holiday is only a couple of weeks away!  There is soooo much to do.  But it does involve one of the things I love…shopping!  I admit it.  I love shopping so much I don’t care who I’m shopping for. 

But…I do notice that when I am shopping for others I always seem to find the most incredible deals for myself.  Am I the only one that happens to???

I hope that you are enjoying Choices.

I’ll let you get straight to the action.

Chapter 10

Mallory doodled in her notebook. She didn’t even try to concentrate in school anymore.   All she could think of was Jackson.  She replayed the times they spent together in her head.  Jackson’s hands on her body, his mouth covering hers.  A shiver raced up her spine.  They had been meeting for almost a month, and each time only served to make her want him more.  Despite his refusal to go any further than they already had, she could tell that he was getting as frustrated as she was.  She wasn’t sure why he was waiting.  All she knew was that it was making her crazy.

“Mallory!”

Her head rose at the sound of her name.  She looked around the room to find the rest of the class staring at her.  “Would you like to join us in History class or are you going to spend all day in dreamland?”

The rest of the class giggled. 

“Sorry, Mr. Donaldson,” she said, an embarrassed blush covering her cheeks.

After what seemed like an eternity, class finally ended.  Pulling her purse off the back of the chair, she scooped her books up into her arms to make her way into the hall.  Walking to her locker, she barely heard the loud chatter that filled the hallway.  She searched both directions, but Jackson was nowhere to be found.  Where was he?  She hadn’t seen him all day.  After tossing her books in her locker, she walked around to the side of the building to search for him.

“Hey, Mallory,” she heard a male voice call out from behind.

Turning around, she saw Derrick leaning against a tree.  She sighed heavily.  The last thing she wanted to do was deal with him.  Flirting with him that day in the lunch room had been a mistake she quickly regretted.  “What is it, Derrick?”

He crossed the distance between them, his eyes raking her from head to toe.  “I was thinking maybe we could go out tonight,” he suggested casually

 “I’m busy tonight,” she replied with a huff of irritation.

“Come on, Mallory.  Haven’t you avoided me enough?”

She rolled her eyes.  “Look Derrick, it’s just not going to happen.  Why don’t you take out Lucy Walker?  I hear she has a thing for you.”

“I don’t want to take out Lucy Walker.  I want to take you out.”

“Derrick, I’m just not interested, okay?”

He crossed the distance in three long strides, pulling her against him roughly.  “To hell with that!  You were interested in the lunchroom the other day.  I’m tired of you playing the tease.  It’s time you started playing with something else.”

She squirmed against him, fear racing up her spine.  “Derrick, let me go.”

His hand curled around her nape, as he pulled her closer in an attempt to kiss her.  “Come on, Mallory.  I know you’re not as innocent as you act,” he bit out angrily.

“Let her go, Lange!”

Derrick’s eyes narrowed as he saw who the voice belonged to.  “You sure are a nosy son of a bitch, Hart.  Get out of here.  I would hate to have to ruin your pretty boy face!”

“Any time you’re ready to try, let me know,” Jackson barked.

“This has nothing to do with you.”

“Back away now, and I won’t hurt you,” Jackson warned.

“Go to hell!”

Suddenly, Derrick was wrenched away from her, making her stumble.  Jackson grabbed his arm, throwing him to the ground.  He stood over him menacingly.  “The next time you touch her will be the last.  You got that, Lange?”

Derrick scrambled to his feet.  “Is she sleeping with you, too?” he asked with a sneer.  “I always knew she was a whore.”

Jackson punched him, his fist connecting with Derrick’s chin.  Derrick backed away, one hand rubbing the spot on his face where a bruise was already beginning to form.  “You’re a fool, Hart!”  Seeing the look on Jackson’s face, he hurried to the side door.  He looked over his shoulder as he pulled the door open.  “This isn’t over.”  With that, he disappeared inside.

Mallory stared at Jackson’s stiff back, his body still prepared for battle.  “I can’t believe he did that,” she murmured.

He spun on his heel to confront her.  “Can’t you?” he demanded.  “Why would he treat you like that unless he thought he could get away with it?”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

His eyes narrowed.  “I think you know,” he replied ominously.

“You believe him?”

When he tried to turn away, she grabbed his forearm yanking him around to face her.  “Just forget it, Mallory.”

“No, I’m not going to forget it.  How can you believe what he said about me after the time we spent together?”

He pinned her with a harsh glare.  “What am I supposed to think when we’re sneaking around behind everyone’s back?  Do you think if Lange knew we were together he would try a stunt like that?  He wouldn’t have the balls, and we both know it.  But no one knows about us because you don’t want them to. Well, I’m tired of being your dirty little secret.”

 “You’re not my dirty little secret,” she vehemently denied.

“Aren’t I?”

“No!  You were never that to me.”

He started to walk away, but she grabbed his arm refusing to let him go.  “Jackson, please.  Tell me what you want me to do and I will do it.”

His lips formed a grim line.  “It doesn’t matter what I want.”

“It does to me.”

He reached up to rub the tense muscles in his neck, shaking his head.  “I’m just tired of being your little fling, Mallory.”

She offered him a stricken look.  “This isn’t a fling.  Not to me,” she assured. 

He turned away to stare into the distance.   She looked at him, wondering what she could say to make things better.  How could he actually believe that he was a fling to her?  Just the thought that he considered it a possibility made her want to cry.  She wanted to tell him the truth, wanted to confess that she was falling in love with him, but fear made her hold back.  

What if he didn’t feel the same way? 

Her heart sunk.  If she confessed her love only to find out he didn’t feel the same way, she wasn’t sure she would be able to face him.  She wasn’t completely naïve.   She knew that being with her was not something that Jackson considered a good idea.  It was dangerous for both of them.  She knew that.  But she also knew that she couldn’t stay away if she tried.  No, for now the fact that he was jealous was a good sign that he was developing feelings for her.  Publicizing their romance was going to be a risk, but it was a risk she would take anytime.

For him.

“So, why don’t you take me out tonight?”

Her question brought his head around.  He stared at her as if she had gone insane.  “What are you talking about?” he asked, his brows furrowing together.

She came to stand before him, her hand reaching for his.  “Well, you said you don’t want to hide anymore.  Neither do I.  Let’s go out tonight…on a real date.”

His eyebrows rose at her suggestion.  “A real date?”

“Why not?  What’s the worst that can happen?  We find out that we don’t like each other after all?” she teased, her lips curving into a smile.

A slow grin slid across his beautiful mouth.  “That would definitely be a surprise,” he joked.  He tilted his head to the side.  “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you?”

Her fingers laced with his.  “Absolutely. And you have to say yes.”

“I do?”

“Of course, you do.  This is the first time I’ve ever asked anyone out.”

His lips twitched.  “Is that right?”

She nodded.  “So, how am I doing?” she taunted, pulling her lower lip into her mouth.

He pulled her against him, causing her mouth to fall open.  “I’d say you’re doing just fine.”

Later that night, when she waited for him to pick her up at the barn she wondered why she was so nervous.  She had been with him many times, been intimate with him, but somehow this was different.  This time it was official.  She was going out on a date with Jackson Hart.  Her heart sped up at the thought.  Reaching into her purse to search for her lip gloss, she held a pocket size mirror up to apply a fresh coat.  

Her stomach rolled as another thought crept in.  If her father found out that she was on a date with Jackson, she would be grounded for an eternity.  But she wouldn’t think about that tonight.  Tonight was about being with Jackson.  For once, she wouldn’t think about what might happen in the future.  Jackson was right.  It was time to stop sneaking around.  If this was ever going to work between them, they would have to face the unpleasantness that would come when people realized they were seeing each other. 

She heard a car in the distance a moment before Jackson pulled around the corner in a Corvette with faded blue paint.  Her eyes widened, as he got out of the car.  “Where’s your motorcycle?” she asked in surprise.

He came to stand before her, his eyes taking in her pink skirt and striped shirt.  “Well, I figured that since this was a real date, I should pick you up in something other than the bike.  So, I borrowed my mom’s car.”

Her heart began to beat double time, as she noticed that he had traded in his signature jeans and t-shirt for a polo shirt and khaki pants.  The fact that he had dressed up warmed her from head to toe.  Every time she was with him, she lost another piece of her heart. 

Soon, it would all belong to him. 

“You look amazing.”

Before she knew what was happening, he closed the distance between them.  His hands came up to frame her face, as his mouth fused with hers.  His tongue invaded her mouth, searching out every part of her.  He caught her breathy sighs in the hollow of his mouth.  Her arms slid around him, her hands tracing the muscles in his back through his shirt.  When he gently set her away from him, his forehead resting against hers, her confusion was evident. 

“Much more of that, and we won’t be going anywhere,” he explained.  He took her hand in his, pulling her toward the car.  “Come on.”

He parked the car at Dick Clark’s, his gaze scanning the crowd who had already arrived.  Well, this was certainly going to be one hell of a coming out party.  The side parking lot was filled with cars and trucks.  It seemed like half of their school had decided to enjoy the night out.  It wasn’t a surprise that everyone was here.  After all, Princeton didn’t have many places to hang out.  Some kids went cruising past the town square, but most ended up at Dick Clarks.  One way or another they were about to find out what everyone would think of their secret union.  He just hoped that the night didn’t end up with him in jail for beating the shit out of some ignorant son of a bitch.  He had to admit that the probability was high.  After all, his school didn’t seem to be short of them.

He turned to face Mallory.  She worried her lower lip with her teeth.  He couldn’t imagine why a girl like her would risk this kind of embarrassment for him.  Unless she truly cared about him? He pushed the thought away.   No, he wouldn’t even consider that a possibility.  He couldn’t, because if he did and he was wrong he would never be able to live through it.

“You ready?” he asked, his voice tense.

Mallory shifted in the seat, her eyes meeting his.  “No time like the present, right?”

He smiled at her rallying spirit.  “Right,” he said, getting out of the car.

She waited while he walked around to open her door.  She slid out of the car to stand next to him.  He closed the door, taking her hand in his.  At her nervousness, he gave her a reassuring wink.  “What’s the worst that can happen, right?” he teased, pulling her with him to walk up to the pick up window. 

Jackson watched, noting the domino effect of people turning to stare at them.  What’s the worst that can happen?  A lot, he thought.  She gripped his hand tightly, her chin lifting a notch at the judgmental stares.

Walking up to the window, he ordered a couple of ice cream cones, handing one to her.  The tension in his shoulders refused to ease. After they finished their ice cream, they began to walk back to the car.  Jackson kept his gaze focused straight ahead, refusing to think about the barely concealed voices that were chattering all around him. 

“Damned shame.  A girl like that with trash.”

He gritted his teeth.  He would not beat the shit out of anyone tonight.  He repeated the words in his head like a mantra.  This was Mallory’s night.  He would not let them get to him. 

“I know what you mean.  I’d certainly like a piece of that.”

His hand formed a fist at his side as he fought for control. 

“Well, if she’s with Hart, she must be giving it away for free, because he sure as hell doesn’t have two dimes to rub together.”

His head snapped around, as he began to search for the offenders.  His resolve to keep his nose clean tonight was slowly fading.  The thought of pummeling the two bastards for what they said was becoming more and more of an option.  As soon as he thought it, Mallory pulled him close. 

“Let’s get out of here.  Let’s go somewhere where we can be alone.”

He looked into her eyes.  She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life.  If only things could be simple, easy.  Still, he knew she was right.  They should go, before he did ruin things by taking out his anger on a couple of idiots.  Besides, he wanted to be with her in ways that a crowd wouldn’t permit.  He placed a tender kiss on the tip of her nose.  Still, their quick trip out had accomplished the task they set out with.  People knew about them now.  All too soon, they would face the fallout of their little unveiling. 

He just hoped it didn’t put an end to something that had just begun. 

 

Stay Tuned for more of Choices… 

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