Meet the new Sheriff in Town!

July 11, 2014 at 1:22 pm (Uncategorized)

Hi Everyone,

I know that you are all waiting for more of the Blood Bond series and I am working hard on the next book.  I hope to get it to you as soon as possible.  But to tide you over, I’m going to introduce you to the new Sheriff in town.

Enjoy!

Shauna Hart

****

“Need some help?”

Alec’s head snapped around to focus on the voice that came from the shadows of the alley.   “Get the hell out of here,” he commanded.

Slowly, the man walked into the light, his black hair catching the dim light of the street lamp overhead.  “Can’t do that.”

Alec’s grip on the tracker’s neck tightened as he watched the other man come closer.    Sizing the man up, he mentally prepared for a fight.  The guy had a few inches on him, but it wasn’t anything he hadn’t face before.  His thick arms were crossed over a broad chest that would make an easy target.   If Alec had to, he would take this guy out too if he didn’t walk away.

“This doesn’t concern you,” Alec snapped.

“I’m afraid that is where you’re wrong.  I’m Vincenzo Delucia, the Vindicate you sent for,” the man explained.  “But everyone calls me Vin.”

Alec straightened.  He’d heard the name before.  Vincenzo “Vin” Delucia had a reputation for being one of the most vicious Vindicates.  But he wasn’t just chosen for his skill with a blade.

“I didn’t send for you.”

Alec was no fool.  Tarquin sent Vin here to watch Alec.  Watch and take care of him if the need ever arose.  The fact that Alec’s own maker would send in a Vindicate to potentially kill him was a scar that would never heal right.

Still, he couldn’t exactly blame the man.  Kat was Tarquin’s daughter and that was the most potent blood bond to ever be formed.

One side of Vin’s mouth lifted.  “That’s right,” he said with a smile.  “I was sent by Tarquin to deal with a situation you couldn’t resolve.”

Alec’s jaw clenched.  “I’m trying to resolve it now.”

Vin tilted his head to the side.  “Is that what you’re doing?” he asked.  “How’s that coming?”

“It would be going better if you would get the hell out of here.”

Vin smiled before stepping closer to them.  His gaze met the tracker’s wide eyes.

“You heard of a Vindicate?”

The boy’s head bobbed.

“Then, you know what I’m capable of?  What I’ll do to you if you don’t tell me what I want to know?”

“I…” the boy managed.

Vin looked at Alec.  “You think you could ease up so he can speak?  That is what you want him to do, right?”

Dialing back his anger, Alec let him go, stepping to the side.

The tracker looked at Vin, his eyes wide with fear.  “I’m telling you the truth, man.  I don’t know.”

Alec’s eyes narrowed.  “People around town say you’re one of the best trackers out there and you’re telling me you don’t know anything about the competition?”

The man cast a furtive glance at Vin before returning Alec’s gaze.  “I’ve heard there are a couple others around, but no one knows much about them.  I’m telling you these guys are like ghosts.”

Alec’s lips formed a grim line.  “Just give us a name and we’ll leave you alone.”

“It’s not like we have support groups or some shit.  I don’t know.  They stay clear and so do I.”

Before Alec knew of his intent, Vin slammed a knife into the guy’s chest.  The man looked up at Vin in horror, his face turning black like a seeping tide.  When Vin let go, the guy crumple to the ground in front of him.

“We could have gotten more information from him,” Alec argued.

Vin glanced over his shoulder at Alec. “You’re kidding yourself.  He wasn’t going to give us anything.”’

“You didn’t have to kill him.”

Vin shrugged.  “I’m a Vindicate for a reason.  Killing is what I do best.”

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A FREE read just for you!

April 30, 2014 at 12:38 pm (Uncategorized)

Hi Everyone,

Starting Thursday, May 1st through Monday, May 5th, Bonds of Blood will be FREE through Amazon!!! Make sure to drop by and snag your FREE copy:

http://www.amazon.com/Bonds-Blood-Bond-Series-ebook/dp/B00FK4F2B8/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1398797890&sr=8-2&keywords=bonds+of+blood

I am in the process of working on the next book in the Blood Bond series! This next book will continue Alec and Kat’s journey and introduce some very sexy, very intriguing new characters as well.

Here’s a little teaser of the new book:

“You’re the strongest person I know, Kat.”

“Strong enough to fight off vampires?”

He pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head. “You already have fought them. You did it for me,” he reminded, his hands lazily running up and down her back. “You are strong enough to do this, even if I don’t want you to.”

She lifted her mouth to his needing to feel his strength. He took her mouth, his tongue fusing with hers. Her nails dug into his back, wanting him closer, wanting him inside her.

When she began to pull his shirt from his pants, he leaned back to look in her eyes.

“I need you,” she murmured.

Alec looked into her eyes, seeing the longing he felt reflected in the lavender depths. The three words were all he needed to allow her to ease his shirt over his head. He unbuttoned her shirt just as she reached for the button on his pants. Pulling her shirt apart, he bared her to his greedy gaze. Leaning down, his mouth caught one taut nipple through the lacy barrier of her bra.

She moaned low and her head fell back. Hooking his arms under her knees, he lifted her against him wrapping her legs around his waist. She licked at his lips before delivering tender bites as he made his way back to the house.

Stay tuned for more…

I hope you all have a great week!

Shauna Hart

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Want to Get Sexy for Valentines Day?

February 5, 2013 at 2:18 pm (Uncategorized) (, , )

Hi Everyone,

Valentines Day is rapidly approaching so I thought I would do a blog filled with sexy ideas!

Want to get sexy?

  1. Plan a scavenger hunt through your house filled with clues that allude to your relationship.  Where do the clues lead?  To you, of course…clothing optional.
  2. Can anyone say Role Play?  Role play is a fun way to liven up Valentines Day.  Make sure to come up with an extra spicy scenario to play out.
  3. Property of underwear for two?  Nothing says “I love you” like putting property of across your backside!
  4. Hot oil anyone?  Massage your sweetheart from head to toe!   Maybe even throw in a blindfold?  There is no better way to get them completely focused on you.

Want to get sweet?

  1. Make postcards of romantic moments in your relationship with a special note on the back.  Snapfish can get them to you really fast.
  2. Fortune cookies aren’t just for desert.   Buy fortune cookies and place your own messages of love inside.  It is a great way to tell someone how much you love them…and you get cookies 🙂

Just remember, this day is about the two of you!  It doesn’t get any better than that!

Happy Valentines Day,

Shauna Hart

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Change your life…Today!

May 30, 2011 at 6:02 pm (Uncategorized)

Hi Everyone,

A while ago, I posted about doing things that will change your life. A lot of times we get mired down in the day to day things and we tend to forget the things that are important.  One of these things is continuing to grow.  True living stops when we stay stagnant.  Stagnation begins with holding on to things that are no longer helping us grow. 

One of these things for me was the relationship I had with my biological father.  My parents divorced when I was three years old and because of that my father wasn’t around much.  He has always lived at least three hours away, a lot of times more than that.   Even when I did spend time with my father, I always felt like I was competing for his attention.  A lot of my childhood was spent trying to make him happy with me and wishing that he was the type of dad that I saw on tv.  

I grew up with The Cosby Show, Growing Pains and Family Ties.  In those shows, the fathers were always hands-on and really cared about how their kids were doing.  So, it was hard to understand as a child why my father didn’t seem to want to spend time with me.  Most of the visits I had with him, I spent with my grandmother or my aunt.  As I grew up, I began to expect less and less from my father.  In all honesty, I felt like he didn’t really love me.    From what I saw, my father was always better with kids that weren’t his.  With me, it felt like he saw me as a burden – something that he HAD to do.

Eventually, as I grew into an adult, I had to accept the fact that he would never be the father that I wanted.  Along the way, we have tried to rebuild a couple of times, but it always comes back to the same fact.  My father will never change.  I can continue to let that cloud my life with pain or I can let it go.  I can move on and build a life that I am proud of.

My point is this…Everyone has a past.  Many times we have painful issues from our past that we have to deal with.  But we can’t let them hold us back from continuing to live.  We can’t continue to wish that things would change.  I was watching an episode of Dr. Drew and one of the patients said “I just want my dad to love me and want to spend time with me.”  One of the counselors said “You didn’t get that.”  We can’t become stagnant because we wish things from our past will change.  They won’t.  We each have our own baggage that we have acquired over the years.   It’s your job to unpack that baggage and move on with your life.  Don’t let it weigh you down to the point that you can’t travel anymore.

So, what are you going to let go of?  I can speak from experience when I say you will feel much lighter.  And, always remember, you can change your life.  You can be anything you want to be.  BUT you have to give yourself the power to be that.

Enjoy life!

Shauna

 

 

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How bad do you want it?

May 9, 2011 at 5:03 pm (Uncategorized)

Hi Everyone,

I know that I have been missing in action for a while, but I have a good excuse!  We just welcomed a new baby boy into our family.   So, as you can imagine, we have been quite busy!  With our new blessing in tow, I started thinking about persistence. 

Is there a limit to persistence? 

It is a question that everyone must answer for themselves.  But it really boils down to how badly you want something. 

I’ve been writing ever since I can remember.  I didn’t always think that I could ever achieve my dream of being published.  For a long time, I just accepted what I had.  I settled for things I thought I could get instead of thinking of things I wanted.   I’m not a gambling woman by any means.  I’m the girl that accepts the $20 she just won on the slots instead of spinning again. 

But some things are worth fighting for.

Getting to see my work in print was definitely one of them.  I had to ask myself “what would I regret not doing?” 

After seven years of working hard to perfect my novels, persistence paid off!  I received a publishing contract with Whiskey Creek Press Torrid.  Since then, I have published 3 other novels with them.  All of them have made it to the bestsellers list and 2 have finalled for EPIC awards. 

So, what would have happened if I had stopped at year 3 or 5?  I would have never experienced the joy of seeing my work in print or of having others enjoy my work.

The one thing that I have learned from my publishing journey is that if you want something bad enough you will go after it.  Unless you are very lucky, you will get rejections.  It is just a part of growing into a published writer.  Some of the rejections will hurt, but you have to lift yourself up and keep going.  Don’t let anyone tell you that you won’t make it.  Writing is a very subjective business.   What one agent or editor doesn’t like, another may love. 

An Olympic medal winner doesn’t just lay around all day and then go out and win the medal.  They train…most of them for many years.  Consider the rejections part of your training.  One day you will get the gold medal, but you have to work for it.

Just remember…Persistence is the key to your success.  You will eventually get there.  You just have to believe in yourself.

Have a great day,

Shauna Hart

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I’m back!

March 27, 2011 at 1:03 am (Uncategorized) (, , , )

Hi everyone,

Okay, I know it has been a while but I have a good excuse…I had a baby! My husband and I were blessed with a beautiful baby boy. So, needless to say, we have been busy!

Now, I’m trying to catch up on my writing. I’m currently working on a new vampire book. Plus, the Club X series megabook comes out in July! I also have a contemporary romance that is very near and dear to my heart with a publisher right now…more on that to come 🙂

And I finally got the app for my blog so I will be able to keep you up to date!

Have a great weekend,
Shauna

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Want to change your life?

January 27, 2011 at 8:42 pm (Uncategorized)

Hi Everyone,

I know that I have been a little MIA lately on my blogs.  I have been dealing with few unexpected things that have taken up a lot of my energy.   But I do apologize.  I will try to do better.

For Christmas I gave out a few gifts that I made and it got me thinking about the new year.  One of them was an affirmation box that I made for a friend of mine.  I made a box and filled it with decorative pieces of paper with affirmations and challenges for the next year.  These challenges were things like “try a food that you have never had.  Experience the different flavors of life.”   Or “Express yourself in a creative way you have never tried.  Be it crafts, painting, writing, etc.  Let your inner colors come out.”  The object of this box would be that each day you would pull out a card and do what was on the card.  The point of the box is to open your mind to new ideas and to open yourself to new experiences.

The more that I thought about the box, the more I realized how important these concepts are.  It is important to open ourselves up to new ideas.  When we do, it makes everything in our lives that much richer.  I never really realized it but the more I thought about it I think that is one of the things that I have tried to incorporate into my novels.  Each of my characters has to open their mind to new things with an open heart.  We can’t stay stuck in old patterns and beliefs.  If we do that, we are not growing as human beings.  We have to stay open to what is out there.

I know that that may sound like a BIG concept that will be hard to incorporate into our every day lives, especially when many of us have demanding schedules with kids, jobs, etc.  But it really doesn’t have to be.  We can start small.  A food we have never tried could be a fruit or vegetable we have never had.  Trying new things also keeps our brain energized.  If we are always stuck in the same pattern, our brain can get tired.  It is important that we keep ourselves excited about life.

Look around you.   How many people in your life would you say are truly happy?  A lot of us are working at jobs we need just to pay the bills.  Our daily lives are filled with “have to’s” not “want to’s.”  I say that 2011 should be the year of Want to. 

So, in honor of that, I will be giving out affirmations or challenges on my blog!  I promise to do it if you do!  I would love to hear about your experiences and I will detail my experiences too.  Together we can change our lives!

So for the first challenge we are going to do something hard but important:  Let go of one thing from your past.  Remember, it is a part of your past but it does not have to be a part of your present or your future.

I will detail my own experience in the next few days.   And, as I said, I would love to hear some of your experiences as well. 

Until then,

Shauna Hart

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Here’s your first sneak peek!!!!!

October 10, 2010 at 5:55 pm (Uncategorized)

Hi Everyone,

I know that I have been pretty quiet lately, but that is because I have been working on my latest project.  It is a paranormal romance about a vampire!  I’m really excited about this book.  This is my first paranormal, but I have loved reading them for years.

So, I figured who better to share a sneak peek with then my favorite people…YOU! 

Here it is:

Enclave

By Shauna Hart

Chapter 1

            She didn’t even know he was here.

            Each night, he watched her.

            To protect.

            It was his duty.

            She let out a low murmur as she twisted on the bed, the sheets slipping below her waist.  The satin negligee she wore moved against her skin revealing the side of her milky breast.  His body went taut.  As much as he wanted to touch her, he knew he couldn’t.  She was not for him, no matter how much he desired her.  He had been chosen for this task because of his loyalty, and he refused to dishonor that. 

            She rolled over, her legs slipping out from under the sheet.  He drew in a deep breath.  His hand ached with need to caress her thigh, to tease the hot center of her.  Each night was like this. 

A lesson in torture. 

Each night as she slept, he watched her.  He had to.

A sound outside made his head turn.  Soon, he wouldn’t be the only one watching her.  Soon, the others would come.  He just hoped that he was strong enough to protect her when they did. 

Dawn was approaching.

It was time to disappear.

He stood to leave but stopped when he heard rustling in the bed.  He slipped through the French doors to the balcony just as she sat up.  Standing on the street, he watched her look out the small glass panes. 

She was searching.

Searching for him.

Luckily, the shadows were like a second skin.  They enabled him to hide.  Still, her senses were developing fast.  Quicker than anyone expected. 

Soon, he wouldn’t be able to hide. 

Soon, she would know the truth about him and about herself.

 ****

            Kat Montague stared out the window into the French Quarter. 

            It had happened again.

            Each night she woke up with the feeling that someone was there. 

            Watching her.

            And each night she woke up alone.

            The rational part of her brain thought she was most likely cracking up.  Maybe the grief of losing her mother had finally taken its toll.  After six months, she was finally beginning to move on with her life. 

            So, why did she feel this…presence each night?

            Even now, she felt like someone was watching her. 

            A quick check of the street below made it clear that no one even noticed her.  She padded across the wood floor on bare feet to slide into bed.  Clutching the sheet around her, she lay down.

            It wasn’t just the feeling that bothered her.

            Ever since she came back to New Orleans, the dreams had become an unwelcome guest.  Dreams of a faceless stranger that she knew she belonged to.  Dreams she hadn’t had since she was a child.

            Why had they come back now?

            She closed her eyes.

But sleep wouldn’t come

****

            The next morning she stepped out onto the street.  The Louisiana heat was so intense that she could see steam rising from the pavement.  She hurried through the throngs of tourists and street performers glancing down at her watch. 

            Shit!

            She was going to be late.

            If it wasn’t for her addiction to the snooze button, she wouldn’t be in this mess. 

            That and the dream.

            The dream had been so intense that she didn’t want to wake up.  Maybe she had gone without for too long.  After all, six months without sex was like seven dog years. 

            It was a damned long time.

            Maybe that was why her subconscious mind was so fascinated with her mystery dream man.  If she would’ve just gone out and gotten laid, she might be on time today.

Finally, she spotted Mina sitting at a small table at Café du Monde.  The little café had begun long ago and become a fixture in the community.  With its chicory coffee and legendary beignets, it was the perfect place to enjoy a part of the Cajun culture for tourists and locals alike. 

Mina in her black shirt and long billowy skirt definitely did not fit in with the rest of the patrons.  Still, she had to hand it to the girl that she held her head high despite the curious stares.  Mina had agreed to help her get an inside look at the underground vampire scene in New Orleans.  In fact, Kat would bet her last dollar that Mina was not the girl’s given name.  She would also bet that her gray eyes were courtesy of contacts instead of genetics.   A small gold loop pierced her upper lip.  Despite the harsh glare of the sun, her skin was as pale as a ghost.

            “You’re late,” she observed, her blond hair bouncing around her shoulders.  Her black tshirt was ripped across the midriff and she wore a fishnet top underneath it that had built in gloves with the fingers cut out.

            Kat took a seat across from her doing her best to bite back an equally sarcastic comment.  As much as she hated to admit it, she couldn’t afford to piss Mina off.  Not until she got her into the club.  Besides that, she needed this assignment.  It wasn’t as if freelance reporting was a lucrative profession.  In truth, she wouldn’t have been able to pursue it if it wasn’t for the money her mother left her.  That and the insurance money was enough for her to buy the French Quarter loft and live comfortably for a year. 

            When she first came to New Orleans, she had been running.  Running from memories.  After a couple of months, she began to find her calling.  Investigative journalism helped her push past her grief and get on with her life.   And, so far, she’d done pretty well for a newcomer.  She’d even gotten a couple of pieces published in the Picayne Times.  When she proposed a piece on the underground goth crowd, they had jumped at the idea.  If she didn’t get into the club, she was dead in the water.

            That’s why Mina was so important.

            The girl had literally fallen into the palm of her hand when she moved into the lower level of Kat’s building.  After a few conversations, she had convinced Mina to get her into the club.  According to the girl, it was a who’s who of the local goth scene. 

            Mina’s eyebrows lifted.  “What’s his name?”

            Kat shook her head.  “It was nothing like that.  I just had a bad dream.”

            Mina pursed her lips.  “Must have been pretty bad judging from those bags under your eyes,” she pointed out.

            She tilted her head to the side.  “Are you always so silver tongued this early in the morning?” she challenged.

            Mina let out a harsh laugh.  “No, sometimes I let my fangs show,” she admitted.

            Kat shook her head as the waitress walked up to take her order.  She quickly ordered a cup of coffee and beignets.  The jazz band outside began to play a slow sultry tune. 

Turning back to Mina, her eyebrows rose.  “So, when are we going?”

Mina leaned back in her chair, studying her intently.  “Anxious?”

She pursed her lips.  “I like to think of it as interested,” she answered.

Mina let out a long sigh.  “I’m still not sure about this.  Are you sure you’re ready?  I mean, no offense, but you seem pretty vanilla to me.  Are you sure you want to do this?”

She squared her shoulders, trying not to take offense to the other woman’s comments.  “Mina, it’s all I’ve thought about for the past three days.  I’m ready,” she assured.

The other woman’s eyes narrowed, the tips of her fake vampire teeth peaking over her lips. 

“We’ll see.”

I hope you enjoyed it!

Have a great week,

Shauna Hart

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I’ve been a bad, bad girl!

September 20, 2010 at 11:51 am (Uncategorized)

Hi Everyone,

I’ve been a bad, bad girl!  It has been way too long since my last post and I apologize.  Between computer problems and a hectic schedule, it has been really hard to keep up.  But I’m back!!!!  And don’t worry, I will soon post a new excerpt from Choices…

I’m also pleased to say that you helped make Shadows of Ecstasy #3 on the Top Ten!  Thank you so much to all of my loyal readers.  I wouldn’t be able to do this without you 🙂

If you haven’t had a chance to check it out yet, here is a teaser:

Cal Rutledge never expected to see Emma Lake again after she walked away from him fifteen years ago. She was the daughter of his father’s worst adversary, and getting involved with her had been a mistake, a mistake he couldn’t make again.  But when she walks into Club X, a club he secretly owns, logic and reason seem to disappear.

Emma Lake has lived a lie for the past fifteen years. Ever since she walked away from the only man she ever loved to marry someone else. But now the only thing she wants is to get her life back together.

Fifteen years ago, they kept their affair a secret.

But someone else knows the truth.

Someone who is watching them.
Someone who will do anything to keep them apart.

You can check it out at http://www.whiskeycreekpress.com/torrid/index.php?main_page=index&manufacturers_id=140

Have a great week,

Shauna Hart

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Will Mallory be able to resist?

June 20, 2010 at 7:49 pm (Uncategorized)

Hi Everyone,

I spent a wonderful weekend with the hubbie celebrating our 5th wedding anniversary.  Hard to believe it has already been 5 years.

I’m also getting ready for the release of Shadows of Ecstasy from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid on July 1st!  I hope you check it out 🙂

Now, back to Choices:

Chapter 23

She wasn’t sure how she was going to make it through the rest of the night.   While the signing was definitely turning out to be a financial success, it had also turned out to be an emotional nightmare.  The scene she had participated in with Darcy had generated enough interest to keep the gossip hounds in business for the next ten years.  It was a public outing of her frustrations that she didn’t need or want.  As if that wasn’t bad enough, she had to watch Jackson flirt with countless women who practically threw themselves at his feet. 

Several times throughout the night she found herself on the verge of creating an even bigger display than she created with Darcy.  The whole thing was way too unsettling.  Still, she couldn’t let things blow up in her face like they had before.  The less anyone knew about her troubled past with Jackson the better off she would be.  With Darcy, the gossips would write off her bad behavior as retaliation over losing Derrick. 

They would never realize that it had anything to do with Jackson.

And it was best if she kept it that way. 

Glancing at the clock, she released a tired sigh.  One more hour and the damned thing would end.  She watched as a redhead slowly ambled up to his table, sliding her books over to him with a sly grin. 

The long night, it appeared, was about to get longer.

“Who should I make these out to?” he asked, repeating the words he had used as a mantra for the past two hours. 

“Make it out to Andrea…Andrea Mitchell.  I’ve been a fan of yours for years,” she purred.

The noise level still hadn’t eased making it hard for her to hear.  Moving closer, she pretended to stack books on the bookshelf to his right.  He caught and held her gaze for a moment, before returning his attention to the woman standing in front of him.

He offered her an easy smile.  “That’s great.  I’m always glad when I can please a reader,” he replied, his hand scrawling black ink on the first page.

She leaned closer, her lashes fluttering.  “I’ll bet you know other ways to please me,” she taunted suggestively.

His head rose, his brows quirking up.  “Excuse me,” he managed. 

She pulled her lower lip beneath her teeth.  “Tell me, Mr. Hart.  Are you single?”

Mallory’s eyes narrowed at the woman’s blatant proposition. 

What was it about this man that inspired such disregard for the normal rules of etiquette? 

What was it that made every woman lose all of her inhibitions just to be with him? 

She knew his power was potent.  She had lost many battles herself, but she was also just as determined that this girl would not get any more from him than a simple signature. 

Taking a deep breath, he slid the book back to her.  “Yes, I am,” he admitted.

Her tongue ran over her lips.  “Mmmm…Girlfriend?” she prodded.

Turning slightly in his chair, his gaze met Mallory’s for a brief moment, before he looked away.  “No.  No girlfriend.”

Spinning on her heel, she walked over to the cash register to ring up several customers.  Tears burned the backs of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.  She wasn’t sure why his answer bothered her so much.  After all, he hadn’t lied. 

They weren’t together.  It was impossible. 

So, why did her heart feel like it had been pried out of her chest and thrown on the floor?

Finally, the event came to an end. 

Locking the front door, she watched Jackson stretch his legs. 

“Well, I would say that the event was definitely a success, from what I saw anyway,” he observed.

“You would be right.  I can’t believe how many people actually showed up.”

Amusement lit his eyes.  “Hard to believe they all showed up for a no account like me, huh?” he teased.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” 

He shifted his weight back and forth to stretch.  “No, I know what you mean.  It still surprises me that people show up and actually want to meet me.” 

She came around the counter to stand in front of him.  “It shouldn’t.  You’re a literary genius,” she cajoled.

Chuckling, his head fell back for a moment.  “Right,” he laughed, shaking his head.  “I’m not sure if you could even call what I write literary.  The critics sure don’t.”

Tilting her head to the side, her lips pursed in distaste.  “Since when did you ever care what they think?  Right?”

His gaze turned thoughtful.  “No, I never did,” he replied solemnly.

She knew what he was thinking without him saying it. 

She did. 

He was thinking that she cared what everyone else thought. 

It was the reason they ended their relationship. 

But he didn’t know the truth. 

If he did… 

“Well, everyone who came tonight was definitely charmed.  You were wonderful,” she explained, trying to change the subject.

He closed the distance between them.  “Half of the women that showed up tonight wouldn’t even look at me in school, and if they did it sure wouldn’t have been to learn about who I am.  It’s ironic, don’t you think?”

His nearness was making her dizzy.  Her senses reeled from the heat of his body.  “Maybe they realized that they made a mistake,” she suggested, her voice coming out as a breathy moan.

Leaning in, his hands gripped the counter behind her, his face so close she could feel his breath on her lips.  “Did you?” he asked, his eyes piercing her.

Her lips parted.  “What do you mean?”

One hand came up to caress her cheek, his gaze hooded.  “Did you realize that you made a mistake?” he repeated, his voice husky.

The look in his eyes demanded a truth she could not confess.  “I…” she trailed off. 

Before she could finish, his mouth covered hers.  His tongue slid past the ineffective barrier of her lips, tasting her, demanding that she submit to him. 

And she did. 

Her tongue met his, tentatively at first, then with less resistance.  Circling his neck, her fingers delved through his silky hair.  When his hands gripped her hips, pulling her against his erection, she was lost. 

She told herself to stop him, but she couldn’t. 

She didn’t want to. 

The desire to feel his hands on her body, his mouth against hers was too intense.  Feeling his body against hers, she wanted more.  Her body pressed against his silently begging him to give her what she wanted. 

He growled, a low hungry sound, as he pressed her back against the counter.  She clung to him, unable to stop the desire coursing through her veins.  He devoured her mouth, refusing to allow her any quarter.  His hands moved to clutch her buttocks.  Moving her against him, his erection was cradled against the one place that needed him, the place that demanded him. 

A leaf flew against the window, ruffled from the breeze outside.  His head turned at the sound, breaking the delicious spell he had cast over her.  Her eyelids fluttered as she struggled through the sensual haze to return to reality.  When he turned back to face her, she could see the remnants of desire mirrored in his gaze. 

Suddenly aware of their precarious position, she eased away from his grip. 

What the hell was she doing? 

She was about to have sex with Jackson Hart right there in the front window of her shop, where everybody could see. 

Was she insane? 

Crossing the room, she grabbed the folding table, and began to dismantle it.    As she pulled the legs down, she desperately tried to regain some of the sense she had obviously discarded.

Jackson watched her fold the legs of the table, her hands shaking. 

She wanted him. 

There had been no doubt about that. 

So, why was she fighting it? 

He crossed the room to still her hands.  The look on her face was one of defeat.  He should’ve let her go, should’ve let her retreat into herself, but he couldn’t. 

Not now. 

Things had gone too far. 

As much as he wanted to deny it, it was fifteen years ago and he was sharing an elicit kiss with the one girl he could never have.  When he had her the other night, alcohol had blurred the moment. 

But this time, things would be clear. 

His eyebrows drew together in a frown, as he fought for control.  Turning her hand over in his palm, she raised it to his lips to place a tender kiss in it.  Then, he turned gently guiding her to the back room.  To his surprise, she didn’t offer any resistance.  Once inside the back office, he pulled her against him his mouth claiming hers.

His tongue played with her, teasing her into submission.  Backing her against the desk, his hands came around to caress her buttocks before hoisting her up on the edge of it.  Her fingers clawed through his hair, holding his mouth prisoner against hers.  Pulling her against his bulging erection, he used his hands to wrap her legs around his hips. 

God, he needed to get inside her…soon.

Breaking the contact of their mouths, he reached for the edge of her sweater, pulling it over her head.  His hands came up to mold her breasts together through the lace bra she wore.  Taut, pink nipples peaked through begging for his attention.  She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he guessed she would always hold the title.  He had been with many women, even a few supermodels, but none of them got him as hot as Mallory did. 

His tongue teased her nipple through the lace, nipping at it gently.  Her moan let him know that she wanted more.  He wanted it too.  He wanted to spread her out on this desk naked.  And he had every intention of doing just that.  One hand reached around her back.  A flick of his wrist released the clasp on her bra, making her breath rush out in a sigh.  The bra loosened around her straining breasts.  Raising the cup, he took one perfect bud in his mouth.

Swirling his tongue around it, he felt her chest expand.  She held his head against her as he was a lifeline.  When his mouth returned to hers, his hands slid into her jeans, past her underwear to caress the smooth skin of her buttocks.  His fingers dug in holding her still as he moved against her.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked, his mouth drifting over the line of her chin.   Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her jaw clenched.  

“Open your eyes,” he commanded.  “Look at me.”

She obeyed him, a dazed look on her delicate features. 

“What do you want?”

“I…” she moaned softly.

“You what, baby?  You want me inside of you?”

His tongue snaked out to tease the sensitive skin of her earlobe, pulling it into his mouth. 

He felt her shudder. 

“Mmmm,” she sighed, unable to respond articulately.

“I want it to.  I want to tear those jeans off, and get as deep inside you as I can,” he confessed.

She let out a breathy gasp at his words. 

“I’ll give it to you.  I promise I will.  I just want one thing,” he whispered in her ear.

She moved against him, unable to stop herself.  “What?” her breathy reply fluttered through the still interior of the room.

Pulling back, his eyes met hers as his hands held her head in place for his inquisitive stare. 

“I want the truth.”

Stay tuned for more of Choices!

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