After eighteen years of marriage, Amy has finally found a man to talk to, and it’s not her husband. She’s tried everything she can think of to put the umph back into her marriage, but when she meets Cool_Hand_Luke in a movie chat room, he validates her thoughts and opinions in ways her husband seems incapable of. With the holidays fast approaching, my tries to hold herself together for her family, while simultaneously exploring her new online relationship. Will she meet him in real life? Or will she figure out how to save her own marriage? Find out in this Holiday novella from Serendipity, Texas.
Teaser: Rated R
She stood before him and dropped her robe, revealing the breasts that had nursed both of their children and hips that had bore them. Her stomach was a little poochie, and everything was stretched, but it was her body, and damned if he was going to make her feel ashamed of it.
He stood, his gaze traveling up her body, from her toes to her face, and he cocked an eyebrow at her.
"What do you want me to do?"
She almost gave up then. But she couldn't. Taking a shaky breath, she said, "I want you to fuck me, Bryan."
In less than two strides, he was on her, pushing her back roughly, until the back of her legs hit the desk.
"You want me to fuck you, Amy?"
The look in his eyes was wild, intense, and scary. It was like he was at a precipice, and she had just told him to jump. She bit her lip, and nodded, unable to tear her gaze away from his face.
Bryan closed his eyes and breathed in a harsh ragged sounding breath. Then, without opening his eyes, he reached for her, grabbing her ass while his mouth suckled her neck. He lifted her on top of the desk and slipped his fingers into the waistband of her panties. With a growl, he ripped them off and shoved her legs open. His mouth was on her breast now, biting and sucking.
Amy didn't know what to do. This was what she'd asked for, but it wasn't like anything she'd ever experienced with Bryan before. It was like he was a different person.
Or she was.
Realization dawned, and Amy tried in vain to push him back.
Instead of stopping, Bryan pushed his cock inside her folds roughly, filling her with a groan. He pumped in and out of her faster and harder than he'd ever done. In spite of herself, Amy started to feel a pressure build inside. A warm ripple that threatened to turn into a crashing wave. Bryan still hadn't opened his eyes, and she just knew that he wasn't fucking her.
He was fucking somebody else.
She was breathless now, almost on the edge. "Bryan."
His voice was harsh. "Scream for me, baby."
"What?" Oh god, she was almost there. Bryan's mouth captured her breast again, and he bit down. Hard.
Amid a terrifying mixture of pain and pleasure, Amy hit the edge and screamed, as the raw release shuddered through her. He kept pumping furiously, harder and harder, until he came and fell on top of Amy.
Never once did he open his eyes.
When she had caught her breath, Amy said, "Who is she?"
Bryan lifted his head and looked at her. "Who?"
"Who were you thinking about just then?"
"What? Nobody." Amy had known Bryan her entire life, and the guilt in his eyes was clear as glass.
He ducked down and reached for his pants to pull them up, before turning to lower himself back in his recliner.
She watched him, skin glowing with the after-effect of sex, his hair in need of a trim. His workouts had been working. Whoever he was trying to impress would be pleased.
Falling for Him Author Interview
(Interviewed by Character) 11/11-11/20
I had one of my characters interview me, and I would like for the top part of this to go with the spotlight post, if possible...If not, it's okay.
One year ago, I thought that all Indie Authors were like my uncle, wannabe authors who paid to have their work published. I just thought it was all a scam by the vanity presses to sell books to authors, who’d buy into the dream and end up with garages full of books.
On November 17, my birthday, I wanted to get away from the demands of motherhood, so I treated myself to a local chapter of the Romance Writer’s Association meeting. The speaker was Liliana Hart, and she spoke of the differences between Indie publishing, traditional publishing, and self-publishing. She spoke about having a plan in place before going the Indie route, and she spoke about doing it on a budget.
I had already been writing and querying agents in an attempt to go the traditional route. But Liliana Hart changed my life. I had never contemplated going Indie. I had read indie authors, in fact, I’d been reading them for years, but I assumed (incorrectly) that they’d all had to pay something to publish themselves.
I left that meeting so excited, for the first time in years, to try something new. To put myself out there. Ms. Hart gave us all handouts, and I talked to my husband about it, and then came up with a business plan. Those handouts were read, re-read, and truly loved over the following months. Two months after that meeting, I published my first three pieces in the Stories of Serendipity, and I haven’t looked back.
Since then, I’ve published two more Stories of Serendipity, and a Paranormal Romance in my Four Winds series. I have three more rough drafts working, and a gazillion more outlines and ideas festering in my brain.
In the past year, my outlook on life has changed drastically. I have an identity outside of my family, that I have had to own and come to terms with. I am working towards a contributable income for my family, doing something that I have always loved. And I’m getting better at it. I no longer spend all day cleaning (which I hate) and feeling guilty because I’m a horrible housewife (I am, no denying it). Now, I just ignore everything that’s piled up until my next book is finished, then have a marathon cleaning spree. I have a purpose.
I’ve been asked about my goals, celebrations, and how I handle my regular duties on top of everything else (I run a goat farm, in addition to the kids and husband). Honestly, I set a goal of publishing every 90 days and get busy, one day at a time. My first thought in the morning is “What am I going to accomplish today?” That gets me out of bed. Then I fake it until I make it. If I’m not writing, I’m thinking about writing. Period. I don’t celebrate my goals big, but I’m not above buying myself a six-pack of decent beer to celebrate publishing day. And the goats? They’re feeling neglected. I don’t go talk to them as often as I used to. But really, how big of a loser was I? The highlight of my day was talking to goats?
So, this year on my birthday, I’ll be celebrating turning thirty-eight years old. But in my mind, that’s not the important event. This year will be my first anniversary of the day that changed my life, the day I decided to go Indie.
To celebrate, I’m going to let one of my characters interview me. I’m a little nervous about this, because Kathy has been a secondary character in several of my books and hasn’t gotten her own story yet. I’m afraid she might be mad…
Kathy: Hey everyone! Get comfortable, and help me welcome my guest today, Anne Conley, author of the Stories of Serendipity and the Four Winds paranormal series.
Anne: Thanks, Kathy. I appreciate you doing this interview on such short notice.
Kathy: No problem, Anne. First question, What are you going to do to celebrate your birthday this year?
Anne: I’m thinking of spending the evening on facebook, having myself a little birthday bash…Anybody who is a fan of my page, www.facebook.com/anneconleyauthor can join in. I’m hoping it’ll be fun.
Kathy: So, you’ve been doing this a year…Anything you would do differently?
Anne: Not really. I’ve made some mistakes, but nothing major, I don’t think. I’ll own them and not regret them.
Kathy: You raise goats? (Anne nods) In your book, Chef’s Delight, Jessie Stillwell raised goats. How much of your own life gets put into your books?
Anne: When I first started the Serendipity series, most of my characters were drawn from my own experiences. Claire from Neighborly Complications was me with my first house (minus the ghost, gold and hunky next-door neighbor). Alyssa from Dream On was from when I used to teach. And yes, Jessie’s goat farm is what I used to envision my operation to be, until I realized how much work it was. In the later stories, I broke out of my comfort zone, and started writing about people that I don’t know, characters I’d made up from scratch. They’re more difficult, yet at the same time, I’m not as confined in defining the character, if that makes any sense.
Kathy: So, how do you do everything? You raise goats, have children, a husband, and you write? Do you do anything else?
Anne: Well, I was a crappy housewife, so I’m still a crappy housewife. In fact, we’re moving soon, so I put off publication of one of my novels to focus on the move. Basically, I wake up at 5:15 in the morning to focus on my marketing and catch up on social networking. After I drop the kids off at school, I work until about two o’clock on our new house, taking breaks from painting to revise a novel I’m working on, My Mistake. Then after I pick up the kids from school, I social network while doing homework and putting supper on the table. After the hubbie gets home, I turn off the computer and try to interact with my family until time for bed, when I read something. So I do a lot, but nothing thoroughly. The only thing I do every single day is writing, but it’s usually in chunks. When I’m banging out a rough draft, I try to schedule several days to a couple of weeks with no other major obligations so I can do that uninterrupted. But revisions I do in chunks around the rest of my life.
Kathy: What’s My Mistake about? Am I in that one?
Anne: No, Kathy, I’m sorry. But Summer is, and her brother, Brent. It’s actually his story, and Casey’s. Brent runs a horse sanctuary, helping rescue horses. Casey moves back to Serendipity to lick some wounds after her husband gets another woman pregnant. They re-kindle an old flame. It’s a story about redemption. I’m enjoying it.
Kathy: So, here’s the question you’ve been dreading. I’m in almost every Story of Serendipity, but I want my own happily ever after! When do I get my story, Anne?
Anne: I’ve got something special planned for you, Kathy. You are near and dear to my heart, and I want you to know that I’ll give you something you’re worthy of. You’ve got your story coming. It’ll be a short one, quick and dirty, and will come as a surprise to many of my readers.
Kathy: That’s it? That’s all I get?
Anne pantomimes zipping her lips.
Kathy: *sigh* Fine. Thanks for coming Anne. It was a pleasure. Happy Birthday, and congratulations on the one year anniversary of your self-publishing adventures.