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Okay, this is the time I bite away my fingernails waiting to see if my editor, Liv from Hot Tree Editing, tears Trust apart–which I have given her absolute permission to do. It was a close call making my deadline, but you know what, that’s just the way I roll. I have a pretty poor habit of working better under pressure and getting the job done once the deadline is bitting me on the butt.
Trust, though, was not at all what I imagined. It did not pan out at all the way I envisioned when I first started pounding away at my keyboard. And that’s okay. I write what I feel and allow the characters to lead. I so hope you end up enjoying where they led me!
Also, Trust, is no longer the standalone I had anticipated. Jessie, my mc, pretty much shut me down when I attempted to wrap everything up nicely. She was having none of it. So, once A Perfect Chance, Mace’s story has been done, plus I’ve finished the 2nd book Blood Change in my Blood Sense series, I’ll be all over it promise!
Good news — yep it continues! Trust is now available for preorder at a sale price of $1.99, and will just back up to its normal price once released on November 28th!
Here are the links if you fancy grabbing Trust at the sale price.
“You’re mine for as long as you’ll have me.” I made to speak but he stopped me, squeezing me that little bit tighter. “But just to be clear, I’m never letting you go.”
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Nook: Coming Soon!
After ignoring Trust for far too long with good old life getting in the way, it was time to pull in the reins and own this amazing book. Finally, Trust will be heading to my amazing editor Hot Tree Editing next week. I’m just working through the final stages at the moment, and am so bloody pleased with the result.
While Trust has a pretty fabulous level of wit and humour in the main character Jessie, the book is nothing like my Perfect series.
Trust touches on affiliations with the Russian mafia, and follows Jessie, a young woman whose life turns upside down after she make discoveries certain to make weaker people cower and crumble. But not Jessie. She soon discovers, she’s not willing to cower in the face of a situation that could keep her down. Yup, she’s pretty bad-arse in her own unique way.
I have a sneak peek, never shared before, extended excerpt* for you to enjoy. I’d love to hear your thoughts.
*unedited and subject to change
Chapter One Opening
It didn’t matter that he had shouted words in anger, in rage. They were out there, floating in the breeze of the cool air kicked out by the air conditioning unit. I was mad. Livid even, but there was also a part of my heart that shattered at the words.
I don’t want you.
He actually spoke them, shouted them, spat them.
My heart constricted to a point when I thought it may actually stop, break and give up. Who in the hell knew that was what this felt like? I sure in the hell didn’t. Not before this moment. I wanted to scream, to shout, to punch, and bite.
I don’t want you.
I couldn’t do any of that. I was rendered speechless. Ironic really considering my specialism in speech therapy.
My mind scrambled for a coherent thought, or at least a reaction. Nothing. Oh, there was plenty whizzing through my mind, but nothing concrete that I could grasp. And all the while, he just stood there. Looking. Watching. Waiting.
I knew the moment the words had been thrown from his mouth, that he regretted them. I saw it through his paled expression, the repeated movement of his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, and the clear look of horror.
But it was too late. They were still out there.
I shook my head, effectively cutting off his words. “No.” The sound of my voice surprised me. Not only had I managed to form an honest-to-God word, but the word was flat, even. I’d expected a shake in my voice, maybe teamed with a tear. I could do this. I had to. “Out, now. I can’t even look at you.” And I couldn’t. My erratic thoughts and feelings were finally regrouping, restructuring. It was possible that the rage I felt bubbling low in my belly, could actually build to the point where I may lash out. Hitting and biting sounded good at that moment.
“I swear to God, Chris. Get the hell away from me. Now.” A hint of the bubbling rage entered my once flat words.
“Okay. I’m…shit…I’m sorry, Jessie. I just need to explain.”
I sneered, a real life sneer, one I was sure transformed my face into something animalistic. I fought the urge to step toward him and lash out. Instead, I inhaled my anger and turned my back to him. Moments later, the front door clicked closed.
I’m hard writing and juggling that task with real life at the moment, but I am determined to not let the noisy voices in my head get the best of me. I thought I’d share with you a sneaky excerpt from Trust. This is unedited and subject to change. 🙂
Once inside our room, I kicked off my shoes and face-planted on the bed. The mattress dipped beside me, causing me to bounce and then shift into Luca’s space. I welcomed the heat of his hand on my head as he stroked the hair out of my eyes as I angled my face to look at him.
I shrugged no committedly.
Hand still stroking my hair, he scooted down so he lay beside me and were face to face. My anxiety and frustration about Chris and the vineyard was quickly pushed away when his warm breath brushed against my skin. I closed my eyes at the sensation and opened them abruptly when Luca moved even closer to me. His thigh brushing my leg, his lips barely an inch away from my own.
“Is it the vineyard?”
I nodded, my eyes flicking from his lips to his eyes.
“Freaked you out, huh?”
This time a small smile tugged at my lips. He knew me so damn well.
“You know, it’ll all be okay. You don’t have to be involved with the vineyard at all. You could even sell it.” He ran a knuckle against my skin when I didn’t answer immediately. “You’re in control here.”
His palm opened and held my cheek as he lazily stroked his thumb across my cheekbone. I sighed into his hand, relishing the caress. “I know. It just took me by surprise, you know.” He nodded as I continued. “I don’t know what to do. Don’t get me wrong, the wine was kick-arse.” I laughed and focused on the smile playing on his lips. “Just when everything is beginning to make sense, something seems to trip me up a little. It doesn’t even have to be anything significant.” I pulled away from him and lay back with a frustrated sigh, our legs touching. Awareness settled through me, peaking my confusion and throwing my irritation for a loop.
“What can I do? What do you need?”
I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth and thought of a multitude of possibilities of how Luca could help me. Most involved his lips on mine, on my skin. Not the most practical solutions while I was mixed up, but it was one hell of a temptation.
I’m so excited about my WIP, TRUST.
To be abandoned is one thing. To have your heart ripped out while you are left broken on the cold, tiled floor is another.