Me After You excerpt

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I Tease You

I know y'all probably were overloaded with the Me After You cover yesterday. Or maybe that was just me! But let's look at it again...

*Sigh* I honestly could look at it all day...

If all goes as planned Me After You will be available in eBook on November 22, 2013! And hopefully shortly after that I'll have it in paperback. Woot woot!

Okay now to the good stuff cuz it's Tuesday and Tuesdays deserve a TEASER!

***REMINDER: It's unedited.***

Warning: Scene contains violence

Bile rises in my throat. It didn’t occur to me that he would actually try something. We’re not in some dark alley. We’re off Main Street, but he’s not deterred. “If you even dare try, I promise you’ll regret it.” 

“I doubt that.” His hands grab my wrists, locking them behind my back before shoving me back against the brick building. It’s so quick I don’t get a chance to scream before his tongue invades my mouth. The jagged bricks stab my arms and the more I attempt to break them free the harder he pushes and the deeper the brick digs into my skin. One of his hands moves to my chin to hold it still, keeping me from trashing from side to side. I try to lift a knee, but his body is flush against mine, leaving no room for leverage. 

Tears pierce my eyes as I cry into his mouth. He takes my desperate pleas as encouragement and begins feeling his way up my shirt. Each inch that his fingers crawl, the more intense the fear swells in my chest. This is really happening to me. And then he’s gone. 

I exhale and open my eyes to see someone throw a punch across his jaw. He doubles over and whoever threw the punch uprights him, holding him by the throat. 

“If I ever, ever see you near Sawyer again I swear I will end you, Josh.” 

I know that voice. I know that voice like I know my own. 

"Oh c’mon, Dean. We were just getting reacquainted.” Josh smirks with blood dripping from his lip. “She liked it. Didn’t you hear her moans?” 

Dean punches him again, knocking his head to the other side. “Don’t give me that load of bull.” His voice is seething as he attempts to remain calm. “You don’t touch her.” 

“Why do you care? She’s not yours. She’s free game now. Didn’t you hear that her husband got whacked?” 

Dean punches Josh again so hard his head snaps to the side and hangs. Dean lowers his voice to a deadly calm level. “I’m going to give you one more chance to shut your mouth and walk away because we’re old friends and you’re drunk, but if you so much as think of touching Sawyer again I’ll kill you. I swear on my life, Josh… I will end yours.” 

Josh lifts his head weakly and raises his hands in mock surrender. He spits blood. “Geez, Dean. I was leaving anyway,” he slurs. 

Dean stands rigid with his back to me as he watches Josh stumble down the sidewalk. When he turns and sees me, his stone face softens. He relaxes his jaw and swallows. “You okay?” 

I nod, but the tears are spilling down my cheeks. I don’t know why I’m crying. He reaches for me and I don’t protest when he pulls me into his arms. In his arms, I feel safe. I feel protected. I forget that I hate him so much.

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Me After You TEASE

We haven't had a good tease in a while. With the release of Me After You fast approaching, I thought you guys deserved another one. I've been doing a lot of revamping as beta readers have finished and tossed in their input, so here's a tease from a brand new scene--written just last night actually.

*Disclaimer: It's unedited.* 

A dark fog engulfs me. I don’t hear, see or feel anything around me but my fist meeting Dustin’s face. It all happens within a matter of seconds. One moment I’m standing in front of him, the next I’m kneeling over his body wailing on him. 

Strong arms pull me back as people shout my name. I try to wretch free, but their hold tightens. Sawyer comes into view, but I don’t hear a thing that’s coming out of her mouth. My sights are set on the douchebag being picked up off the ground by his buddies. He wipes his mouth and spits blood, cursing at me, but I don’t hear any of it. I want another shot to tear him to shreds. 

“Dean. Dean. Hey.” Sawyer places her small hands on either side of my face. “Hey, look at me. Look at me,” she says carefully, stroking my jaw. “Dean, you with me? Hey.” With my teeth grinding, I breathe through my nose and shift my stare to Sawyer. 

Worry spreads across her face and I blink away my rage. 

“Hey, there you are.” She smiles gently as if she didn’t just see me beat the tar out of that kid. “He’s not worth going to jail for. Will you breathe with me?” She inhales through her nose and exhales out her mouth. I watch her take a couple breaths and feel her chest rising and falling against my body, then I imitate the motions. Her brown eyes peer up at me with tenderness and my anger slowly dissipates.

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Celebrate good times COME ON!

EMBER IS NOW AVAILABLE! YAY! We're doing a lot of celebrating today.  You can buy it HERE (on Amazon) or HERE (on Barnes and Noble).

One way we're celebrating is with a snippet of something I'm working on right now. ME AFTER YOU. It will be available in December of this year. I'm SUPER excited about this one. Sawyer is very close to my heart.

*Because its something I'm working on it's possible these words could change a little bit, but not a whole lot.*

I don’t know what prompts me to look across the street through the row of trees as I walk. Maybe it’s to avoid the eye contact of every person walking toward me, but as soon as I do, I regret it. My eyes have to be deceiving me. When my heart recognizes him, it stops. 
He waves behind him and then his eyes squint at the sun. Dark stubble lines his jawline. It can’t be him. He’s not supposed to be here. But there he is. Six years older, yet every bit the boy I fell in love with in high school. But could I actually still call him a boy? He doesn’t look much like a boy anymore. 
What is he doing here? I had only agreed to come back because I knew there was no way he’d ever show his face again. He promised me that. Through our screaming and tears he told me there was no way in Hades he’d ever consider staying in this town with me. 
I’m standing there on one side of the street like the sidewalk has formed around my feet, cementing them in place. I can’t move until his eyes drift in my direction. When he sees me I can’t decipher what’s going on in his head. On days when we used to lay underneath the willows and talk for hours, I learned what every expression meant. I had years to memorize them, but now he’s a stranger. 
His features freeze in unbelief. It’s as if he can’t believe I’m here, as if I’m the one who left without a trace. I want to scream at him and ask him why he’s looking at me like that. He doesn’t have the right to feel incredulous. 
He takes a step toward me and I bolt. This can’t be happening. I can’t handle any more bombs right now. And Dean Preston is a bomb with the power to decimate my entire world. 
What is left of it, anyway.