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Tuesday, April 18, 2017

~ ראיון עם טי.קיי לי / An interview with T.K. Leigh ~


אז הנה כמה שאלות ששאלתי את טי.קיי. לי לכבוד יציאת הספר "תסבוכת נפלאה", ספר ראשון בטרילוגיית Beautiful Mess האגדית:

* מתי ידעת שאת כותבת מקצועית? מתי היה הרגע שהבנת שאת רוצה לעסוק בזה להמשך חייך, ושאכן את סופרת?


זה עדיין קצת סוריאליסטי. אפילו עכשיו, כשאני עושה את זה כבר ארבע שנים. אני לא חושבת שבאמת קלטתי שאלו הם חיי. אני מניחה שהרגע שבו הבנתי שאנשים באמת קוראים את הספרים שלי, היה כשהוצאתי לאור את Gorgeous Chaos, הספר השלישי והאחרון בסדרה. ידעתי שאנשים מתים לקרוא את ההמשך ולדעת כיצד הסיפור הסתיים, אבל לעולם לא אשכח את הרגע שהתעוררתי בבוקר וראיתי את הדירוגים באמזון, הספר עמד במקום 40 בין כל הספרים שנמכרים לקינדל. אני זוכרת שהייתי ממש המומה למשך היומיים שאחרי כתוצאה מהצלחת הספר.

* איך נולד סיפורם של אלכסנדר ואוליביה? מה הייתה ההשראה שלך לכתיבת סיפורם? 


הסיפור שלהם התפתח לאורך זמן. זה היה תהליך ארוך שהשתנה כל הזמן כאשר היו לי רעיונות חדשים. ההשראה נמצאת בכל מקום. למעשה, בזמן שכתבתי, עדיין לא ידעתי מי יהיה מאחורי כל הטירוף שהיה תחת החלק של המתח בעלילה. הרעיון נוצר כשיצאתי לריצה, ובסופו של דבר, הייתי צריכה לחזור ולשכתב כמות לא קטנה של סצנות. אין ספק שזה השתלם בסוף.

* מהו תהליך הכתיבה שלך? האם את כותבת את העלילה בראשי פרקים או שרק נותנת למילים לזרום?

כשמדובר בכתיבה, אני לא מתכננת. אני לא יושבת ומתכננת את מה שאני רוצה שיקרה. אופי הכתיבה שלי מרוכז בעיקר סביב הדמויות. בספרים שלי הדמויות מתפתחות משמעותית ולכן, כשזה מגיע לכתיבה, אני נותנת להן לקחת את הסיפור לכיוון שהן רוצות ולאו דווקא לכיוון שאני רוצה. אני גם לא כותבת לפי סדר מסוים. למעשה, הסצנה הראשונה שכתבתי בסדרה הייתה דווקא מהספר השלישי Gorgeous Chaos. אני כותבת כל סצנה שעולה בראשי באותו רגע, ולא מחכה לרגע שאגיע לחלק הזה של הספר. עד שאגיע לחלק הזה, אני עלולה לא להרגיש את אותן תחושות שאני צריכה על מנת לכתוב את הסצנה כמו שצריך.


* אני יודעת שסדרת "תסבוכת נפלאה" כבר תורגמה לאיטלקית (יאיי!), איך זה מרגיש לראות את המילים שלך בשפה אחרת? האם אי פעם חשבת שהסיפור הזה יגיע רחוק כל כך? 

מעולם לא האמנתי שאי פעם אראה את הספרים שלי מתורגמים לכמה שפות. כשהעליתי למכירה את "תסבוכת נפלאה" בשנת 2013, התרגשתי כשעשרה אנשים קנו אותו ביום הראשון. לא באמת ידעתי מה אני עושה. כל מה שידעתי הוא שכתבתי סיפור, זה כל מה שעניין אותי. לא עשיתי את זה בשביל כסף, וזו עדיין האמת. כותב אמתי ימשיך לכתוב גם הוא לא יראה פרוטה מהמילים שלו. זה משהו שאני אוהבת לעשות ואמשיך לעשות, גם אם אף אחד לא יקנה את הספרים שלי.

* כיצד בני משפחתך/בעלך הגיבו לסצנות הסקס הלוהטות (!!!) של אלכסנדר ואוליביה? 


למעשה, כשהתחלתי, לא סיפרתי לאף אחד שאני כותבת ספר. אני באמת לא חשבתי שזה יתקדם לאנשהו. זה משהו שעשיתי בשביל עצמי, כדי לראות אם אני יכולה לכתוב ספר. ואז, כשישבתי וניסיתי לקרוא ספרים אחרים, לא הצלחתי כי סיפורם של אלכסנדר ואוליביה לא עזב אותי. היה לי קשה לקרוא כל דבר אחר. לאחר מכן החלטתי לבדוק את נושא ההוצאה העצמית. ידעתי שאני לא רוצה ללכת בדרך המקובלת (דרך מו"ל) כי רציתי שהשליטה על התוכן, המחיר, השיווק וכו' תהיה שלי. לא היה לי מושג מה זה "קוראות בטא", אבל גיליתי מהר מאוד; שלחתי את הספר לקבוצה של קוראות בטא והן חזרו אליי עם תשבוחות ובקשות לספר המשך. למזלי, הספר השני A Tragic Wreck כבר היה מוכן. כתבתי את כל הסדרה לפני שהבנתי בכלל שהיא ארוכה מדי בכדי לצאת כספר אחד.

בעלי נוסע המון בענייני עבודה. יום אחד, אחרי שהוא חזר מנסיעת עבודה, ישבנו לאכול צהריים במסעדה המקסיקנית האהובה עלינו. בדיוק קיבלתי את פידבקים על הספר השני וידעתי שאני עומדת להוציא את הסדרה לאור, אז מבחינתי זה היה הזמן לספר לבעלי. פניתי אליו ואמרתי: "יש לי חדשות". הוא הסתכל עליי וראה שאני יושבת עם כוס בירה, אז תגובתו הראשונה הייתה: "ובכן, את שותה בירה אז ברור שאת לא עומדת לבשר לי שאת בהיריון." התחלתי לספר לו שבתקופה האחרונה כתבתי ספר, שלימים הפך לשלושה ספרים. הוא מיד ביקש שאשלח לו את הטיוטות הדיגיטליות.
באותו לילה, התעוררתי כשהוא לא היה במיטה. ירדתי למטה לסלון ומצאתי אותו קורא על הספה, כשהכלב שלנו מתכרבל לצדו. הוא הביט בי בחיוך ממזרי ואמר: "דילגתי קצת קדימה."
בכל הכנות, הוא היה התומך הכי גדול שלי מהיום הראשון, גם כשהספרים שלי לא הכניסו כסף. אני שומעת סיפורי זוועה על חלק מחברותיי הכותבות והבעלים שלהם שלא רואים בכתיבה כעבודה אמתית. אני אסירת תודה על כך שבעלי כן רואה הכתיבה שלי כעבודה לכל דבר.

* מיהו הסופר האהוב עלייך? האם הושפעת ממנו/ה בסגנון הכתיבה שלך?

אחד מהסופרים האהובים עליי הוא ג'ון סטיינבק. יש לי אפילו את המהדורה הראשונה של "ענבי הזעם". מה שתמיד דיבר אליי כל כך בעבודה שלו היה זה שהוא מסוגל לכתוב משהו נוקב ומרגש כמו "ענבי זעם" או "קדמת עדן", ואז לשנות כיוון לגמרי ולכתוב ספר משעשע כמו "סמטת האשליות". אני מניחה שאני אוהבת את הרעיון של לא להתמקד רק בז'אנר אחד, וזה מה שנתן לי השראה עם הספרים שלי. הספרים שלי נעים מקומדיה רומנטית לרומן מתח, מרומן רומנטי קליל למותחן פסיכולוגי. בדומה לסטיינבק, אני רוצה שאנשים יזכרו אותי בזכות הגיוון שבכתיבה שלי. 

* איזשהן מילות חוכמה לכל אותם כותבים שחולמים לצאת לאור בעתיד?

פשוט תתחילו לכתוב. תעשו את זה בשבילכם ולא בשביל אף אחד אחר. תמיד יהיו אנשים שיאהבו את הספרים שלכם, ויהיו כאלה שישנאו אותם, כמו בכל תחום עיסוק. תכתבו את כל היושב על לבכם ושימו ... על כל היתר. ;-)

* או.קיי, לסיום, אני רוצה הצהרה רשמית ממך - למי שייך אלכסנדר? חחח

חחח... אלכסנדר שייך ללין.

לרכישת הספר "תסבוכת נפלאה":

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*When did you know that you were a professional writer? When was the moment that you realised that this is what you want to do with your life? That you're an AUTHOR!
It’s still a bit surreal, even now that I’ve been doing this for four years. I don’t think it’s yet to sink in that this is my life. I guess the big moment when I realized people were actually reading my books happened when I released Gorgeous Chaos, the final book in my Beautiful Mess series. I knew people had been dying to get their hands on it to see how the story finished, but I’ll never forget waking up the morning it released and checking the rankings on Amazon to see it was already at 40 in the entire kindle store. I just remember being in a daze pretty much the next couple of days at how well the book was doing.
*How did you come up with Alexander and Olivia's story? What was your inspiration?
Their story evolved over time. It was a long process and it constantly changed when I had new ideas. Inspiration is everywhere. In fact, as I was writing, I still didn’t know who would be behind all the craziness that happens in the suspense subplot. It came to me when I was out for a run and I ended up having to go and rewrite a bunch of scenes, but it certainly paid off.
*What is your writing process? Do you write the plot in headlines or just let the words flow?
I am not a planner when it comes to writing. I don’t sit down and plan what I want to happen. One of the things about my writing is that it’s very character centered. My books have very strong character development so when it comes to writing, I let the characters take the story where they want it to go, not where I want it to go. I also don’t write in order. In fact, the first scene I wrote in my Beautiful Mess series occurs in the third book, Gorgeous Chaos. I write whatever scene pops into my head at the moment instead of waiting until I reach that part in the book. By then, I may no longer be feeling the emotion I need to in order to correctly write it.
*I know The Beautiful Mess Series has already been translated into Italian(YAY). How does it feel seeing your words in different language? Have you ever thought this story would get so far?
Never in a million years did I think I’d see my books translated into several different languages. When I hit publish on A Beautiful Mess back in 2013, I was thrilled when ten people bought it the first day. I didn’t really know what I was doing. All I knew was I’d written a story. That’s all I really cared about. I wasn’t doing it to make money. And that’s still true. A true writer will still write even if they didn’t make a penny. It’s something I love to do, and I’ll continue to do it even if no one buys my books.
*How did your family members/husband react to Alexander and Olivia's HOT sex scenes?
I actually didn’t tell anyone I was writing a book when I first began. I honestly didn’t think it was going to go anywhere. It was just something I did for myself, to see if I could write a book. Then as I would sit down to read other books, Olivia and Alexander’s story wouldn’t leave me alone. I had trouble reading anything else. That was when I knew I should look into self-publishing. I knew I didn’t want to go the traditional route because I like to be able to control the content, price, marketing, and all that stuff. I had no idea what beta readers were, but I soon found out. I had sent the first book to a group of betas, and then got back saying how much they loved A Beautiful Mess and needed the second book, A Tragic Wreck, as soon as it was ready. As luck would have it, it was ready. I’d written the entire series before I realized it was too long to be just one book.
My husband travels a bunch for work. One day, after he got back from the road, we went to grab lunch at one of our favorite Mexican restaurants here in town. I’d just received feedback on the second book from my betas and I knew I was going to publish, so it was time to break the news to my husband. I turned to him and said, “I have some news.” He looked at me and saw the beer in front of me. “Well, you’re drinking a beer so I know you’re not pregnant.” I proceeded to tell him how I’d been writing a book, which was now three books. He immediately wanted copies so I sent him the rough ebook.
That night, I woke up and he wasn’t in bed. I went downstairs and saw him reading on the couch, our dog curled up next to him. He looked up and gave me a devious grin and said, “I skipped ahead.”
He’s honestly been my biggest supporter since day one, even when my books weren’t making any money. I hear horror stories from some of my other friends who are writers and their husbands don’t seem to think what they do is a real job. I’m grateful my husband sees that it is.
*Who is your favorite author? Were you inspired by him/her with your writing style?
One of my favorite authors of all time is John Steinbeck. I even have a first edition of The Grapes Of Wrath. What always spoke to me about his work was that he could write something so poignant and emotional as The Grapes Of Wrath or East Of Eden, then completely switch gears and write an amusing book, like Cannery Row. I guess I liked the idea of not sticking to just one genre, and it inspired me with my own books. They run the gamut from romantic comedy to romantic suspense to chick lit to thriller. Like Steinbeck, I’d like people to remember me for being versatile in my writing.
*Any words of wisdom for writers who dream about publishing in the future?
Just start writing. Do it for you, and not for anyone else. There are going to be people who love your books and people who hate it. It’s like that in every profession. Just write what’s in your heart and screw everyone else.
*Last but not least, I want an official statement from you: who Alexander belongs to? LOL
LOL. Alexander is Lin’s.

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Thursday, August 25, 2016

~EXCERPT REVEAL - Lost in Rewind by Tali Alexander~


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Excerpt
Tears pool in my eyes as I realize I’ve traveled millions of miles away and Sara has at last opened the door and is standing there, observing me. My heart is lodged in my throat as our eyes lock on each other, completely paralyzing me. Time stands still while everything between us evaporates into memory dust. My tears spill over as my wretched heart attempts to say the words my brain continuously denies. Please don’t leave me. We promised. Don’t marry him. Give us a chance. Don’t do this to me again. I don’t want to live without you. I love you. My mind is bombarded all at once, and yet I’m a fucking mute—a speechless, soundless, wordless fool.
“Sara,” I manage to lament on the verge of more tears.
“Jeffery,” she replies, closing her eyes to break the spell she cast.
I watch her mere inches away from me, and just like a memory of some long forgotten dream, I know what will happen next. It’s as if no time has passed, it’s as if we didn’t break each other our whole life, and it’s as if nothing else matters but her and me.
I was going to wait, I was going to be respectful, I was going to let her invite me into her space to finally talk, like adults, like parents, but I can’t wait any longer. I walk in uninvited and invade her space as I take all the air in the room with me. Can she see the pain leak out of my eyes and the resolve in my stare? She stumbles backward and gasps in shock at my forwardness. She knows I won’t be held at bay any longer—I’ve waited for almost fifteen years to un-pause our story, and now that my heart is in full control it turned my brain off, because I don’t care what’s right or wrong. I’m here to take back what fate promised me all along.
I feel her before I even touch her. My hands and body come at her all at once. I pull her flush against me, and turn us both to the left—as if part of some well rehearsed dance—and usher us into the open powder room. Once we’re in the dark, windowless room, I shut the door with a bang, quickly locking it. My heart explodes in its cage, my limbs tremble as I hold her near, and everything turns to red. I can’t think as I try to breathe and not pass out with her clutched against my heart. Is this really happening?
She attempts unsuccessfully to say something, but it’s no use, both of our brains negate to function. My body hasn’t come to terms with reality, and her touch and scent are overwhelming … but she still feels like home.
“Don’t tell me to stop, don’t push me away, you don’t have to say anything, and please, for the love of our children, just listen to me,” I beg nervously with my eyes and words while the automatic lights slowly come on, illuminating her petrified stare.
She vehemently shakes her head and looks away from me. I feel like the wolf luring in a lamb, but I’m the one who’s been lost in her spell.
“I love you. Look at me. I love you so much, Sara. I’m sorry for everything I made you live through. I’m sorry I can’t stop loving you. You don’t need to talk, baby, just look at me and listen to what I have to say, please,” I continue while I loosen the hold I have around her tiny waist and lower her to rest on the marble vanity, positioning myself as close as possible between her legs.
I’m suddenly aware she’s wearing nothing but a man’s white T-shirt around her overheated, trembling body, and as I look down, I feel the flush of her skin rise and spread under my touch. I slide my hands up her bare legs, spreading feelings to places I know I have no right to try and communicate with anymore. I haven’t seen her or touched her like this in over two years, and being this close to her, breathing the same air as her inside this little powder room, only makes me want us back a million times more.
I look down at my hands placed on her thighs; I’m trembling, too. I tear my gaze back to her eyes as she breathlessly watches me in shock, waiting for me to make the next move. I want to kiss you, taste you. I’m starved for you.
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Blurb
Inside every story lies more than one truth.

“Come, boy, I will give you a reading…show me your hands.”

Jeffery Rossi wants to be a man of logic but finds himself basing his life’s decisions on a prophecy delivered at the hands of an old gypsy fortune teller. The death of his beloved wife coupled with the loss of what he thought would be his carefully crafted future, have spun him onto a path of self-destruction.

“Three children will come from you—a king and two queens.”

Jeff believed he knew how his future would unravel, but he’s about to get a lesson in how the Universe works. Fate should not be left to the interpretation of mere mortals. Interfere and suffer, surrender… and let the fates help you find your destiny.

“No matter what you do, no matter how far away you run, what’s written in the stars cannot be undone.”

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Tali Alexander is a Jill-of-all-trades—married mother of three, doctor of pharmacy by day and romance novelist by night. Tali has fulfilled her passion of writing with her debut romance novel LOVE IN REWIND (first book in the Audio Fools trilogy). Since its debut, fans have embraced the unconventional love story of Emily and Louis Bruel making LOVE IN REWIND #1 on Amazon Kindle charts (September 2014). With an increasing demand from her fan base for the next installment, Tali has recently released the next story in the Audio Fools trilogy…LIES IN REWIND, out now!!!






Monday, July 11, 2016

~SNEAK PEEK- Bossman by Vi Keeland~

This is an exclusive sneak peek of:

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(A standalone novel)
Release date July 18th
A Contemporary Romance novel
New York Times & USA Today Bestseller
Vi Keeland

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What a waste of smooth, shaven legs.
“Jules? It’s Reese. Where the hell are you? I need you. This is the worst date I’ve ever been on. I’m literally falling asleep. I’ve considered smashing my head on the table a few times to keep awake. Unless you want me bloodied and bruised, I need you to call with a fake emergency. Call me back. Please.” Pressing end call, I blew out a frustrated breath as I stood outside the ladies’ room in the dark hallway at the back of the restaurant.
A deep voice from behind me caught me off guard. “Unless he’s also an idiot—in addition to being boring—he’s going to know.”
“Excuse me?” I turned to find a man leaning against the wall, his eyes pointed down as he texted away on his phone. He continued without looking up.
“It’s the oldest trick in the book…the emergency phone call. The least you can do is put in a little more effort. It takes two months to get a reservation at this place, and it’s not cheap, sweetheart.”
“Maybe he should be the one to put in more effort. His sports jacket has a giant hole under the arm, and he’s done nothing but talk about his mother all night.”
“Ever consider that your snobby attitude makes him nervous?”
My eyes nearly bulged out of my head. “You want to talk about snobby? You eavesdrop on my call and give me your unwelcome opinions, all while staring down at your phone. You haven’t even made eye contact with me while you’re speaking.”
The jerk’s fingers froze mid text. Then I watched as his head rose, eyes following a leisurely path starting at my ankles, up over my bare legs, and lingering at the hemline of my skirt before continuing to trace their way over my hips, coming to rest briefly on my breasts before finally settling on my face.
“Yes, that’s right. Up here. These are my eyes.”
He pushed off the wall and stood tall, catching the lone ray that had been lighting the hallway. The streak illuminated his face, and I could see him clearly for the first time.
Really? Not what I was expecting. With that deep, raspy voice and attitude, I assumed I’d find someone older, probably dressed in a stuffy suit. But this guy was gorgeous. Young and gorgeous. Dressed entirely in black—simple and sleek, yet there was an edge to the way he looked. Golden brown hair tousled in that sexy I don’t give a shit way, but still looked perfect. Strong, masculine features—a square, rugged jaw coated with day-old stubble on sunkissed skin, a straight, prominent nose, and big, sexy, sleepy eyes the color of chocolate. Those were now staring intently at me.
Without dropping my gaze, he lifted his arms from his sides, holding them up over his head. “You want to check me for rips before you decide if I’m worthy of speaking to?”
He was gorgeous all right, but definitely an asshole. “That’s not necessary. Your attitude has already decided that for me, and you’re not.”
Lowering his arms, he chuckled. “Suit yourself. Try to enjoy the rest of your evening, sweetheart.”
I huffed, but stole one last fleeting look at the beautiful jerk before I walked back to my date.
Martin was sitting with his hands folded when I returned to my seat at the table.
“Sorry,” I told him. “There was a line.”
“That reminds me of a funny story. This one time, I was at a restaurant with my mother, and when she went to use the ladies’ room…”
His voice faded away while I stared at my phone, willing it to ring. Damn you, Jules. Where are you when I really need you? Around the middle of the story—at least I think it was the middle—I noticed the jerk from the bathroom walking past our table. He smirked at me after taking a look at my rambling date and my disinterested face. Curious, I followed his path to get a look at who he was here with.
Figures.
Dyed blonde, pretty in a slutty sort of way, with a heaping amount of boobage falling out of her low-cut dress. She made googly eyes at her date as he returned; I rolled mine. Yet…I couldn’t help but glance over at their table from time to time.
When our salads arrived, Martin was talking about his mother’s recent appendectomy, and I grew particularly bored. My eyes must have lingered a minute too long, because the guy from the bathroom caught me staring at him. Across the restaurant, he winked, arched an eyebrow, and tipped his glass in my direction.
Jerk.
Since I’d been caught, why bother to hide my watching him? He was certainly more interesting than my date. And he wasn’t shy about looking my way either. When a waiter stopped by his table, I watched as beautiful bathroom guy pointed in my direction and spoke. Martin was still telling some mommy-dearest story as I glanced behind me to see what the attractive jerk across the room could’ve been pointing to. When I turned back, the jerk and his date were standing. Reading his lips, I could make out some of what he was saying…something about joining an old friend, I thought. Then suddenly, they were walking right toward our table.
Is he going to say something to Martin about what he overheard?
“Reese. Is that you?”
What in the hell?
“Umm…yes.”
“Wow. It’s been a long time.” He patted his hand on his chest. “It’s me, Chase.” Before I knew what was happening, the jerk (who was apparently named Chase) reached down and gripped me in a bear hug. While I was in his arms, he whispered, “Play along. Let’s make your night more exciting, sweetheart.”
Dumbfounded, I could only stare as he turned his attention to Martin, extending his hand.
“I’m Chase Parker. Reese and I go way back.”
“Martin Ward.” My date nodded.
“Martin, mind if we join you? It’s been years since Buttercup and I have seen each other. I’d love to catch up. You don’t mind, do you?”
Although he’d asked a question, Chase definitely didn’t wait for a response. Instead, he pulled out a chair for his date and introduced her.
“This is Bridget...” He looked to her for help, and she filled in the blank.
“McDermott. Bridget McDermott.” She smiled, undaunted by our new double date or Chase’s obvious inability to remember her last name.
Martin, on the other hand, looked disappointed that our twosome was now a foursome, although I was certain he would never voice it.
He looked to Chase as he sat. “Buttercup?”
“That’s what we used to call her. Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup. My favorite candy.”
Once Chase and Bridget were seated, there was a moment of awkwardness. Surprisingly, it was Martin who broke it. “So, how do you two know each other?”
Even though Martin asked the question looking at both of us, I wanted to make it clear to Chase that he was the one on the hot seat. This was his little game.
“I’ll let Chase tell you about the first time we met. It’s really a funny story, actually.” I propped my elbows on the table and rested my head on my folded hands, turning my full attention to Chase while batting my eyelashes with a sly grin.
He didn’t flinch, nor did he take more than a few seconds to come up with a story. “Well, it wasn’t really the first time we met that’s the funny story—more like what happened after we met. My parents split up when I was in eighth grade, and I had to transfer to a new school. I was pretty miserable until I met Reese here on the bus the first week. She was the off-limits pretty girl, but I figured I had no friends to bust my balls if I asked her on a date and she turned me down. So, even though she’s a year older than me, I asked her to the eighth-grade dance. Surprised the shit out of me when she agreed to go.
“Anyway, I was young, with a healthy dose of testosterone, and I got it into my head that she was going to be my first kiss. All of my buddies back at my old school had already gotten theirs, and I figured it was my time. So, when the dance was coming to an end, I tugged Buttercup out of the crappy crepe-paper-and-balloon-decorated gymnasium and into the hall for some privacy. Of course, since it was my first time, I had no idea what to expect. But I went for it—got right in there and started to suck her face.”
Chase paused and winked at me. “It was all good up until then, wasn’t it, Buttercup?”
I couldn’t even respond. I was so floored listening to his story. But again, my lack of response didn’t seem to bother him because he went right along, weaving his tall tale.
“Anyway, this is where the story gets good. Like I said, I didn’t have any experience, but I dove right in—lips, teeth, tongue, and all. After a minute, the kiss started to feel awfully wet, but I was into it, so I kept going and going, not wanting to be the first one to pull away. Eventually, when we came up for air—literally since I’d almost sucked her face off—I realized why it had felt so wet. Reese had gotten a nosebleed in the middle of the kiss, and both of our faces were covered in smeared blood.”
Martin and Bridget laughed, but I was too stunned to react.
Chase reached out and touched my arm. “Come on, Buttercup. Don’t get embarrassed. Those were some good times we had. Remember?”
“How long were you two a couple?” Martin asked.
Just as Chase was about to respond, I reached over and touched his arm in the same patronizing way he’d touched mine. “Not too long. Right after the other incident, we broke up.”
Bridget clapped her hands and bopped up and down in her seat like an excited child. “I wanna hear about the other incident!”
“I’m not sure I should actually share it, now that I think about it,” I mused. “Is this your first date?”
Bridget nodded.
“Well, I don’t want you to assume Chase has the same problem anymore. Since our little incident was so long ago.” I leaned over to Bridget and whispered, “They gain better control as they grow older. Usually.”
Instead of being upset, Chase looked thoroughly pleased with my story. Proud, even. In fact, the rest of the evening went on pretty much the same way. Chase told elaborate stories about our fake childhood, unafraid to embarrass himself in the process, and kept us all amused. I sometimes added to his stories when my mouth wasn’t hanging open at the crap he’d made up.
I hated to admit it, but the jerk had started to grow on me, even while telling stories about my bloody nose and the “unfortunate bra-stuffing incident.” By the end of the evening, I was ordering coffee to stall the night’s end—a far cry from our exchange in the bathroom hallway.
Outside of the restaurant, Martin, Chase, and I all handed the valet our tickets. I preferred to be in control of when a first date started and ended, so I’d met Martin at the restaurant. Of course Bridget had come in Chase’s car like a normal date. She was also practically rubbing up against his side as she clung to his arm while we waited for our cars. When my shiny red Audi pulled up first, I wasn’t sure how to say goodbye to…well…anyone. I took the keys and lingered with the door open.
“Nice car, Buttercup.” Chase smiled. “Better than that hunk of junk you drove in high school, huh?”
I chuckled. “I suppose it is.”
Martin stepped forward. “It was nice seeing you, Reese. I hope we can do this again sometime.”
Rather than wait for him to attempt to kiss me, I went in for a hug. “Thank you for a nice dinner, Martin.”
As I stepped back, Chase stepped forward and pulled me into a hug. Unlike the friendly back-pat I’d given Martin, Chase plastered me against his body. God, it felt good. Then he did the strangest thing… He wound my long hair around his hand a few times and closed it into a fist, using it to tug my head back. His eyes lingered on my lips as I looked up at him, and for a brief second, I thought he might kiss me.
Then he leaned down and kissed my forehead. “See you at the reunion next year?”
I nodded, feeling almost off-kilter. “Umm…sure thing.” I glanced to Bridget after he released me. “Nice to meet you, Bridget.”
Reluctantly, I folded into my car. Feeling eyes on me, I looked up while putting my seat belt on. Chase watched me intently. It looked like he wanted to say something, but after a few heartbeats, it felt strange to sit and wait any longer.
Taking a deep breath, I pulled away with one last wave, wondering why it felt like I was leaving something important behind.
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Blurb
The first time I met Chase Parker, I didn’t exactly make a good impression.
I was hiding in the bathroom hallway of a restaurant, leaving a message for my best friend to save me from my awful date.
He overheard and told me I was a bitch, then proceeded to offer me some dating advice.
So I told him to mind his own damn business—his own tall, gorgeous, full-of-himself damn business—and went back to my miserable date.
When he walked by my table, he smirked, and I watched his arrogant, sexy ass walk back to his date.
I couldn’t help but sneak hidden glances at the condescending jerk on the other side of the room.  Of course, he caught me on more than one occasion, and winked.
When the gorgeous stranger and his equally hot date suddenly appeared at our table, I thought he was going to rat me out.
But instead, he pretended we knew each other and joined us—telling elaborate, embarrassing stories about our fake childhood.
My date suddenly went from boring to bizarrely exciting.
When it was over and we parted ways, I thought about him more than I would ever admit, even though I knew I’d never see him again.
I mean, what were the chances I’d run into him again in a city with eight million people?
Then again…
What were the chances a month later he’d wind up being my new sexy boss?

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Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She is an attorney and a New York Times, Wall Street Journal, & USA Today Best Selling author.  Over the last three years, eleven of her titles have appeared on the USA Today Bestseller lists and four on the New York Times Bestseller lists.  

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The Baller
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Cocky Bastard (co-written with Penelope Ward)

Left Behind (A Young Adult Novel)

First Thing I See


Other books from Vi Keeland
Life on Stage series (2 standalone books)
Beat

Throb

MMA Fighter series (3 standalone books)
Worth the Fight

Worth the Chance

Worth Forgiving

The Cole Series (2 book serial)
Belong to You

Made for You