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The One With Foreplay


It’s Friday Flash Fiction time!


On select Fridays, I’m going to make a post on my Facebook page calling for writing prompts. You can pick any character from my books– main characters like Garrick or Cade or minor characters like Rusty and Spencer. Comment on my post with that character’s name and then a place or object for a prompt. Heck, you can even post things like songs or pictures. Anything you’d like to see me write. Then, I’ll pick one and write just a fast and fun little snippet to post here on my blog.

Today’s prompt comes from Cohlina: Bliss and Garrick in the bar where they first met


So, without further ado, here’s my Flash Fiction Friday entry #4

(This week was a hard choice… there were SEVERAL awesome prompts. Feel free to repost your prompt next time if yours didn’t get picked). 

WARNING: DEFINITE SPOILERS FOR LOSING IT.

WARNING PART TWO: This is unedited. So, if there are errors, don’t judge me. 

NOTE: This is NOT an excerpt from LOSING IT, KEEPING HER, or some future book. This is special, original content just because I love you guys.

P.S. The book that gets mentioned is Foreplay by Sophie Jordan, which just released this week and is awesome!

I fiddled with the little black straw in my drink, and resisted the urge to tug on the disastrously short mini-skirt that I swore I would never wear. The bartender came up to check on me, and asked if I wanted another. I shook my head, wanting a clear head for the evening.
It wasn’t the same Bartender Boy as that night, but it might as well have been. He was the same type—all smiles and winks and too charming for me to feel comfortable.
Maybe it was the anticipation making me crazy, but I swore I could feel it the second he caught sight of me at the corner of the bar. A zing of electricity shot down my spine, sparking low in my belly. I didn’t sit in our old table, wanting him to have to work a little bit.
Still… sitting on the barstool, I felt on display.
But I didn’t mind. Not for him.
I felt the barest touch against one of my curls before the seat beside me was filled. His long fingers picked up a napkin before placing it back on the bar carefully. I smiled down at the book in my hands. I hadn’t read more than one paragraph since I sat down, too distracted, but he didn’t know that.
“That must be some book you’re reading,” he said, his accent smooth and sinful.
I looked up at his gorgeous face and the blue eyes that captured me all those months ago, and the butterflies in my stomach lurched forward, splatting against my ribcage like moths that didn’t know any better but to dive toward the light.
“It is,” I answered with a smile. “Very… interesting.”
He leaned forward to catch the title of what I was reading, and his jaw went slack. He’d expected Shakespeare, no doubt, and I’d been eagerly awaiting his reaction to my slight detour from our history.
The way his gaze darkened when it swung to me told I’d made the right choice. He leaned closer, and his knee brushed the bare skin of my thigh, and I had to close my eyes to keep my reaction under control.
“Tell me what this interesting read is about. Let me guess… something forbidden?”
His voice dropped low, and I’m suddenly remembering every stolen kiss— from the first in this very bar to the one in the theatre and in my apartment and the computer lab. I’m remembering every other time those dark eyes were directed at me, so full of passion and restraint.
Only there was far less restraint in his eyes tonight than I remembered.
I bit my lip, wanting to make him wait for it. “Not a forbidden love. Not this time.”
His eyes narrowed on me. “Then what is it about, love?”
My legs go weak at the endearment even after all this time.
Knowing it would drive him crazy, I didn’t meet his gaze. Instead, I latched on to Bartender Boy, who caught my stare and started moving my direction.
“It’s about a really hot bartender.”
When Bartender Boy was a few yards away, a low rumble sounded in Garrick’s chest, and he pulled me off the barstool and against his chest. When his lips crashed against mine, I figured the game was pretty much over, so I threw my arms around his neck in acceptance.
His tongue split my lips as his hands wandered down. One ghosted over my hip and down to my thigh, fingering the short hem of the blasted skirt he’s so obsessed with.
He pulls my bottom lip between his, scraping his teeth against it.
“I am bloody tired of fighting bartenders off of you,” he breathed against my lips.
I rolled my eyes. “Like any of them would stand a chance against you.”
He must have liked the sound of that because he tugged me in for another hard kiss before pulling me away from the bar and toward the table that had set everything in motion.

The One Where Bliss Might Have Leprosy


Hey Guys! It’s that time again. It’s the second Friday Flash Fiction! 



Here’s the gist of it. Every Friday, I’m going to make a post on my Facebook page calling for writing prompts. You can pick any character from my books– main characters like Garrick or Cade or minor characters like Rusty and Spencer. Comment on my post with that character’s name and then a place or object for a prompt. Heck, you can even post things like songs or pictures. Anything you’d like to see me write. 

Then, I’ll pick one and write just a fast and fun little snippet to post here on my blog. 

So, in our second week, we had some more fantastic prompts (including a couple of really fantastic Max/Cade ones). But since Max and Cade won out last week, I decided this one should be Garrick and Bliss. 

PROMPT: Bliss and Garrick go to the vet with Hamlet

So, without further ado, here’s my Flash Fiction Friday entry #2

WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR LOSING IT. 

WARNING PART TWO: This is unedited. Like… I wrote it on my phone. So, if there are errors, don’t judge me. 

WARNING PART THREE: This is NOT an excerpt from any upcoming book. This is just for fun. 

“Garrick, answer your damn phone! I’ve left you a hundred messages, and if you don’t get here soon, your fiancé might be shredded into tiny little pieces by a sick demon cat.” 
I knelt beside Hamlet who laid on her side in the middle of our bed. She was lethargic and her stomach looked bloated, but even so she let out a low, warning growl when I reached a hand out toward her. 
“Yeah, yeah. I get it. You want to claw out my eyes, but let’s just call a truce, okay?” 
Hamlet hissed like I was spraying her with Holy water. 
“I love you, you stupid evil beast. Let me help you!” She growled again, but this time the noise drifted off into a sickly moan. “Okay. That’s it.” 
I gripped the edge of the comforter and flipped it over the top of Hamlet. then i dragged the bulky covers into my arms, a spitting Hamlet rolled up inside. I maneuvered her so that only her head was poking out to breathe then I jogged to the door.  
I flew down the stairs, calling Garrick again. I left him another message, telling him to meet me at the vet’s office. Then I flagged down a cab and jumped in the back with my furry devil. 
Twenty minutes later I discovered the one person that Hamlet despised more than me– a bespectacled man with a sharp needle. 
“Hold him still.”
“She’s a her.” 
“It’s named Hamlet.”
“Yeah! I know… So?” 
Hamlet’s prickly persona was rubbing off on me. 
“Just hold her.”
I tried. I really did. But even on her deathbed, Hamlet didn’t want me to touch her. 
Maybe she was one if those gifted animals that could sniff out cancer. Or leprosy. Maybe that’s why she would touch me.
Luckily, Garrick breezed in at that moment. 
“Oh Thank God.” I pointed at Hamlet. “Fix this!” 
Garrick wrapped one arm around my shoulder, kissing my temple (he didn’t seem worried about leprosy), and then laid a hand on Hamlet. 
The cat whisperer struck again. Even the vet stared in awe as Hamlet settled down. she was so still and quiet, she could have been sleeping. They should hire him as a human sedative. 
“I’m sorry. Rehearsal ran long.”
I leaned against his chest, and nodded. “That’s okay. I handled it.” 
He grinned down at me, those blue eyes sparkling. 
“You brought the whole comforter off our bed?”
“Duh. Did you want me to require plastic surgery before our wedding?” 
“Of course not.”
He grinned, leaning down to capture my lips in a quick, tingling kiss. 
“Is this a bad time to suggest we train Hamlet to be our ring bearer?” 
Hamlet let out a horrifying growl as the vet pressed on her stomach. 
I pointed a thumb at her hissing form and replied, “What she said.” 


There you go. Nothing too swoony, I know. But what can I say? Hamlet is a mood killer. 🙂 See you next Friday  for another Friday Flash Fiction! 

If you enjoyed seeing Bliss and Garrick again, make sure you’ve checked out their newest novella, KEEPING HER. 

Oh and P.S. FINDING IT IN EIGHTEEN DAYS ZOMGSOEXCITED!!! 

The One with Max in an Angel Costume

So… sometimes you’re editing something and your brain just kind of gives out on you. Like so…

And you keep telling yourself to power through. To keep going. You eat some chocolate, drown yourself in caffeine, and then jump back in. And if that doesn’t work, you try something like this: 
Except, you know, I’m not much of a gun person. So, I decided to do something different. Just to take a quick break and have some fun, I decided to start something I’ve been thinking about doing FOREVER. 
I call it… FLASH FICTION FRIDAY. 
Here’s the gist of it. Every Friday, I’m going to make a post on my Facebook page calling for writing prompts. You can pick any character from my books– main characters like Garrick or Cade or minor characters like Rusty and Spencer. Comment on my post with that character’s name and then a place or object for a prompt. Heck, you can even post things like songs or pictures. Anything you’d like to see me write. 
Then, I’ll pick one and write just a fast and fun little snippet to post here on my blog. 
So, I posted my first call for prompts an hour or so ago, and though there were some awesome suggestions (like Bliss in a Sex Shop), I decided to go with the very first comment. 
PROMPT: Max (from FAKING IT) outside a church in strange clothes. 
What can I say? I like a challenge. 
So, without further ado, here’s my Flash Fiction Friday entry NUMERO UNO! 
WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS FOR FAKING IT. 
WARNING PART TWO: This is unedited. Like… I wrote it in fifteen minutes. So, if there are errors, don’t judge me. 
WARNING PART THREE: This is NOT an excerpt from any upcoming book. This is just for fun. If I ever decide to write about Max and Cade again, I promise I’ll tell you all. 
“Stop staring at me.” I pulled at the polyester costume, already uncomfortable.
Cade didn’t even blink. “I’m sorry. I just can’t stop.”
Between gigs on stage, years spent dressing up for my parents, and nights spent dancing at Trestle, I didn’t think there was an outfit in the world that I couldn’t handle. Then again, I hadn’t ever really thought I’d be standing outside a massive Baptist church in Fort Worth, Texas decked out in an angel costume.
“I’m still not quite sure how your Grandma convinced me to be in this play thing.”
Cade touched the tip of one of my glitter-vomit wings and shrugged. “She’s persuasive.”
“I know, right? I mean, you think she’s this sweet little old lady, and then bam! She just gets you out of nowhere. I’m kinda worried I’m gonna wake up tomorrow without my kidney.”
He leaned in and placed a kiss on my cheek. “Yes. That’s my Grams. The black market organ dealer.”
His kiss settled me a little bit, but not enough.
“Why couldn’t you be the angel? I don’t even go to church here. Is this what happens to every girl you bring home to visit?”
“One, the angel dress looks much better on you than it would on me.” His hand smoothed across my waist around to the small of my back. “And two, it’s just you. You’re the only girl I’ve ever brought home.” 
His other hand touched my cheek, feather soft and sweet.
“I guess it’s only fair. When I brought you home, you were subjected to a complete family fallout. I suppose I can handle being an angel for twenty minutes.”
He titled my chin up and kissed me slowly.
I forgot about the itchy polyester and the wings that were shedding glitter all over the place. Cade was good about that… making me forget everything else but him.
He leaned his forehead against mine and smiled. “I promise to make it up to you with a few less than angelic moments later tonight.”
“Damn right, you will.”
He laughed, and his Grandma appeared then at the back door to the church, waving a hand at me that said it was almost time.
Time for my acting debut.
Halo, wings, tattoos, and all. 

Well, there you have it! A little peek at Cade and Max after the events of FAKING IT. So, I’ll be doing this every Friday. So start brainstorming prompts for what you’d like to see me write! They can be ridiculous or serious. And make sure you’re following me on Facebook, so you don’t miss out!

P.S. I’m going to have HUGE announcement early next week! Get excited!

P.P.S. Starting Tuesday, we’ll be expanding the FINDING IT preview on Facebook by one chapter every week until the book releases! You can already read the first forty or so pages here!

P.P.P.S. FINDING IT releases in less than a month! Oct. 15th!  And the paperback version of KEEPING HER releases October 1st! You can pre-order it now from Amazon or B&N for less than $4. Not bad, right? It likely will be difficult to find in stores since it’s just a novella, so I highly suggest pre-ordering if you want one!

Okay. I think that’s it. Probably.

See you next Friday for some more Flash Fiction!