Author Devon Gray

Glunk...Glunk...Glunk

2009-04-21T07:42:00.001-07:00

How can you get so far in life and not know these things? Is it fear of insulting on the part of others, courtesy or cluelessness? You be the judge...

So we're at the dinner table last night. B finishes her meal and lunges from the table (without being asked to be excused...what's new). My husband and I say, in unison (as we do every night), "You have to finish your milk first." So B snatches it from the table, downing the glass in a succession of glunk, glunk, glunks. Now, I'd noticed this noise recently when she would drink something, but I just thought it was because she was in a hurry. My husband looks at her with a smile and says, "You are your mother's daughter."

My fork paused halfway to my mouth and I blinked two times (okay, five) and said, "Excuse me?"

He gave me a tolerant look. "That noise she makes when she drinks, it sounds just like you."

I put my fork on the plate. "Um, what do you mean?"

"That glunk, glunk, glunk sound. You do the same thing whenever you drink anything." He picks up his water and silently swallows it down.

I sit, dumbfounded, for a moment before a terrible thought arrests me. "You mean, you can hear that? I thought only I could hear it. You know, because it's echoing inside my own head." Oh, for all that's good and holy, let that be the case.

He smiles before he takes another glunkless swallow of his drink, the smug bastard. "Nope. I can hear it."

I rose from the table, taking my glass with me. I walked about twenty paces away and dared another swallow. "I can still hear you," comes from the table.

I tried to relax my throat and swallowed again. No dice. My husband and son just stare with huge grins on their faces. B, my little ally, is kind enough to give me a sympathetic smile, clearly not understanding that she will grow into exactly the same kind of medical marvel as her mother. N clearly has ALL of his father's genes because he can empty a glass silently as well.

Okay, so here's the reality I'm faced with. Apparently, I always sound like the last of the bathwater gurgling down the drain whenever I dare to drink any liquid. And, just how many people have known this and never said anything? I've been married THIRTEEN years, and this is the first I've heard of it. Was my husband surprised the first time he heard it while we were dating and just didn't know what to say? Did that surprise turn into politeness, and then courtesy, and then just become a part of me he didn't notice anymore? AND WORSE, how many dates did I go on where the next day the guy was out with his buddies and when they asked how it went he admitted, "It was great, but she makes this freaky sound whenever she drinks anything. I don't know if I can take it."

Well, I guess God has a wonderful sense of humor when it comes to me. He's bestowed upon me monkey feet, bullfroggish swallowing tendencies, and a strange "abnormality" (I'm not going to tell you what/where it is, let's just say medical technology is the only way I'm able to know if its existence) that had my doctor saying, "Hmmm....I don't know what in the heck that is. But it's benign, so don't worry." Great.

For those of you reading this who know me personally...I have one question. Why in the heck didn't you tell me? Oh well, I've really worked up a thirst writng this. No one is home right now, so I can glunk, glunk, glunk in peace.

Now Available...One Night in Bangkok by Rhian Cahill

2009-04-11T05:15:00.000-07:00

Rhian Cahill can pen one steamy romance! Her debut novella is available now from Noble Romance. And I dare you to get that song out of your head after you read it!

Blurb:

One night in Bangkok is all it takes to turn Beth Martin's future plans upside down. After being betrayed by her fiance the last thing she needs is another man screwing up her life. But Tom is different. He makes her feel sensations long forgotten, makes her want in ways best left unspoken. Can she live out her wildest fantasies in one decadent night? And when it's over, can she walk away, or will what she doesn't want prove to be what she needs?

https://www.nobleromance.com/ItemDisplay.aspx?i=36

The Hazards of Critiquing...

2009-04-04T05:32:00.000-07:00

One of my critique partners writes Victorian Historical Romance (her debut novel, Sinful Surrender, will be available in January 2010 from Kensington-www.beverleykendall.com ). She writes really, really good Victorian Historical Romance. Her voice is eloquent, her dialogue witty and poetic. The problem? Well...let's just take a look at a snippet of dialogue from a manuscript of mine I just finished revising. This character has lived his entire life in rural Georgia. He is a cotton farmer, and the father to the hero in the book. His goal is to discover what his son plans to do about a particular predicament he's found himself in. SO, this is what I write:

"And just what do you propose to do, son?"

Cue screeching breaks. Um, what? As it turns out, I had an entire section where my dialogue was a bit, well, dated. I must have been critiquing Bev's manuscript about the same time I wrote my own scenes. A fairly easy fix, once you find all the passages. The above line became:

"What you planning on doing, son?"

My current WIP also takes place in a small southern town. I am focusing on not having any of my characters take leave of their senses, succumb to the vapors, or worry about their ankles peeking out from the hems of their skirts. I am almost a quarter of the way through the book, and so far, I think I've kept nineteenth century England out of it.

Humiliation...Jamaican Style

2009-02-16T04:15:00.000-08:00

Okay, so humiliation may not be the best word. Actually, I can't even think of a word to describe what I experienced while on vacation in Jamaica. I remember how it felt, though. You know those experiences where you don't really "get" that you are the main player for a while? You're sitting there, minding your own business, when all of a sudden it dawns on you and all you can think is, "Nooooooooooooooo." Then you have a ridiculous smile plastered to your face, you know, the kind where the corners of your lips actually start to tremble as you ride out the....humiliation? Dumbstruckedness? Yes, I know that's not a real word, but it's fitting. So, let me drop you into a slice of my vacation.

Hubby and I were at Sandals Dunns River with another couple we travel with every year. It is always a wonderful week, sans kids. Sandals is for adults only. Anyway, Hubby and I are sitting on the edge of the pool enjoying a cocktail and our friends are a few feet back on the loungers under the umbrellas with Duran, a hotel employee in charge of mingling with the guests and organizing the pool games, evening entertainment, etc. Now, this guy is hilarious, and we enjoyed hanging out with him. He was really into all things technical, and since these items are difficult to obtain in Jamaica, he was thrilled to check out our iPhone and Blackberrys. He was also particularly interested in Marie's Kindle. He had never even heard of an e-Reader, much less seen one.

I remember glancing over my shoulder and noticing that Duran and Marie were huddled together "playing" with the Kindle. Now, I should have been alarmed right then, knowing that Duran was well aware I was an author. Blame it on the beer, or the sun, or whatever....I just sat there in ignorant bliss. Duran's wonderful Jamaican accent began to carry around the pool as he read a passage, loudly, from the Kindle. Hmmm....something sounds familiar about it. Where have I heard it before? Nooooooooooooooo! He was reading a love scene (and one of the more explicit ones) from "Playing for Keeps". Not only is he reading it, but subtly acting out various sections with gestures from various areas of his body. Hubby breaks out laughing, and all I can do is sit there, dumbstruck, with that ridiculous smile I cited above stuck on my face. As the content of the story began to unfold, Duran began to draw an interested crowd.

Now, for all the authors out there, you know how difficult it is to put your work out for review, whether it be for a cp, an editor, or even a friend. As I was watching this nightmare unfold, I realized I may be enduring the most treacherous of critique situations possible. But, people seemed to be into it. One couple even stated that they "needed to go back to the room for a bit". So, I guess it was well received. I don't think I'll ever be surprised with how being a writer can push you to your absolute limits of tolerance. Once again the question must be asked. "Now, why do I do this?" The answer never changes. "Because I can't not."

16 Things About Me....

2009-02-06T04:07:00.000-08:00

I was tagged by April Vine to post sixteen things about myself and then tag sixteen others. Since most of the people I would choose as victims are already on April's list, I'll just leave it at me.

1) I'm claustraphobic, agoraphobic and am terrified of being in the ocean. To try and cure it all I went diving last year. Didn't work, and I have permanent scars from fire coral. Moving on...

2) A birth defect caused a malformation of the bones in my feet. Although they look perfectly normal, I have superhuman strength in my toes and can hold an object between them with freakish skill.

3) I am part Creek Indian (although you'd never guess it with my pale skin and light eyes). My great, great, great, great grandfather was Chief McIntosh, the chief of their tribe.

4) My elbows are double jointed.

5) I have six tattoos, three of which are in honor of my dedication to my writing. I figure if you permanently mark it on yourself, you can't do anything else but succeed.

6) I conceived both my children through fertility treatments.

7) I was a debutante in North Carolina (white dress and all...)

8) I can say the alphabet backwards...really fast. I can't sing it backwards, though, much to my son's disappointment.

9) I was a tomboy growing up, but am now very "girly-girly".

10) I once drove an undercover police car because the officer (who is a friend of mine) was inebriated.

11) I can't stand for the skin on my feet to become dry. I keep cream on them constantly, and as a result, I can't walk barefoot across rough terrain because the skin is too delicate to take it. My husband is very amused by this.

12) I am obsessed with "Twilight". But hey...a sparkly boy in Forks told me I smell good...what's a girl to do?

13) I am a Titanic history buff...an obsession passed down from my mother. When the movie came out I saw it in the theater ten times.

14) I met my husband on a blind date.

15) I am a paper person and I shun all things electronic for organizing.

16) I started out writing poetry in my teens.

Review of "Playing for Keeps"- Five Cherry Review

2009-02-04T12:41:00.001-08:00

Emma had always idolized her brother's best friend, Christian. Ever since she was little she followed him around like a little puppy. At eighteen-years-old and no longer a little girl, she offered herself to Christian and he accepted. The next day, he was gone. Devastated, Emma vowed never again would she ever throw herself at him. To Emma, Christian was in her past--until one day, he shows up in her life once more. Can Emma and Christian let go of the past, live in the present and look forward to a future together?

Emma's character was intriguing, funny, and sensual. She tries so hard not be affected by Christian but his personality and sensuality is just too much for her to resist. Emma's attraction never faded for Christian because she could never stop thinking about the boy she loved, and who broke her heart. Faced with the present, she can't stop thinking of the man he has grown up to be and she still loves. I adored these two characters and I was turning the pages just as fast as I could to find out what would happen with them next. The fact that they were together years earlier made it just that much sweeter when they made love. The chemistry that Emma and Christian share is amazing. The twist in the story towards the end was outstanding. I didn't see it coming. It couldn't have been more perfect.

Playing for Keeps was a highly engaging story that I got totally wrapped up in. I thought it was a refreshing change to see the story from both Emma and Christian's point of view. It brought it to another level. I felt myself able to see the story from more than just one direction. Devon Gray did a masterful job with Playing for Keeps. She had me intrigued from the first page through to the last. Her style of writing had me hooked and wondering why more authors didn't write like this. I would definitely recommend this book to anyone wanting a refreshing change from just an average romance book. I look forward to reading more of her work. Devon Gray stepped out of the norm and produced an excellent piece of work.

Reviewed by Violet at Whipped Cream Reviews- 5 Cherries

A Review for Playing for Keeps

2008-12-12T03:47:00.000-08:00

This reveiw is from Author Tami Brothers:

Playing For Keeps by Devon Gray

Oh, man! Devon Gray has definitely done it. I admit that I wondered how Ms. Gray could top her debut novella, Addicted. After all, Addicted was HOT!!! Addicted reached out, grabbed me by the throat and did not let go until I’d finished the last page. It is an awesome read that I still highly recommend today.

So, when I downloaded Playing for Keeps from The Wild Rose Press, I had my doubts that it could be as good. Seriously, I know how hard it is to produce a story that has to meet the high expectations garnered by the previous book. For this reason alone, I just knew it couldn’t be as good. Of course, I am readily admitting that I was dead wrong.

Emma and Christian have a history together. A history better left buried. But burying the past is hard to do when the present won’t let you forget it. As soon as Emma sees Christian manning the bar at Bud and Alley’s, she knows that her last few months of freedom before her real life begins have just taken a turn down Alice’s rabbit hole. How is she going to get through the summer knowing the man who left her high and dry after taking her virginity six years earlier is merely steps away? Especially when she wants him just as much now as she did back then.

Christian is in an even bigger pickle than Emma is. After all, it wasn’t his decision to walk away from her before. When she finally lets him get close to her again, he finds himself falling just as hard and fast as he had when she was only eighteen. But how in the world is he going to convince her that he isn’t the playboy she thinks he is? Especially when she has convinced herself this is just a summer fling?

Playing for Keeps followed suit with Addicted and grabbed me from the very first paragraph. I was drawn into the story and hurting right alongside Emma as she recalled the last time she had seen Christian. This story was heart wrenching and sexy. I was partying with the characters and jamming with the band at Bud and Alley’s Annual New Year’s Bash.

As much as I loved Addicted, Playing for Keeps definitely stands on its own merits. I send tons of Kudos out to Ms. Gray for an excellent second book. You have definitely marked yourself as an author who can satisfy her readers’ high expectations.

Author Tami Brothers

Check Out the Newest Release from the Talented Jenny Gilliam!

2008-12-02T05:55:00.000-08:00

UNDER MY SKIN, by Jenny Gilliam

Blurb:

When coffee shop owner Rachel Crowe overhears her neighbor being murdered, she doesn't think her life can get any more complicated. But when the detective on the case turns out to be the very man she kicked out of her store the night before, she realizes she's wrong.

From the moment Detective Alex Williams laid eyes on the raven-haired owner of his favorite coffee shop, he's been drawn to her. When she becomes the key witness in his homicide investigation, he takes it upon himself to protect her at all costs.

As the killer closes in on Rachel, the couple are thrown into very intimate and dangerous situations. Can Alex convince her to trust him before the killer catches up with them?

EXCERPT 4:
Inside the old elevator, the silence was charged, edgy. Rachel Crowe was the first woman he’d been attracted to with such intensity in a long time. He’d cared for Francie, but not enough. And he was tempted to pursue this amazing feeling. With a witness.
He closed in on her, satisfied when he saw desire flare in her eyes. She looked up at him when he was half a foot from her. He placed both his hands above her head, caging her in.
“Tell me, Detective Williams,” she said breathlessly. “Do you make it a habit of kissing all of your witnesses?”
“You’re the first.”
“You might get in trouble, right? We shouldn’t be doing this.”
His mouth hovered an inch above hers. “You’re right.”
“I don’t want it to stop.”
“Me, either.”
She grabbed a fistful of his shirt and dragged his mouth to hers, immediately seeking entrance. She thrust her hot, slippery tongue into his mouth, swirling inside, then retreating. He groaned and dropped his hands to her sides, fascinated by the taste of her. Coffee, cinnamon, and passion.
Rachel ran her hands along his torso and up his shoulders, looping her arms around his neck and drawing him closer. With their bodies so close, she couldn’t mistake his reaction to her. To his surprise, she rubbed herself sinuously against him, threading her fingers through his hair, her breathy little moans driving him fairly insane. His hand closed over her heavy breast, her nipple distended into a little pebble. As he rubbed the turgid peak, she took a sharp intake of breath.
“Excuse me.”
They separated so quickly, it would have been humorous had it not been a uniform standing at the open elevator door.
“Damn,” Alex muttered.
“Sir,” the uniform said.
“Uh-oh,” Rachel said. “It’s not his fault. I kissed him. He was totally like, ‘hands off, lady.’ But I just couldn’t control myself,” she babbled. “I mean, look at him. Well, I guess you really wouldn’t since you’re a guy.” The elevator door began to shut, and she shoved an arm out to stop it. “Unless you’re gay, which is fine, great. I mean, I’m totally down with the rainbow.”
“Shut up, Rachel.”
“Yeeaah. Night, Detective.”
The uniform gave him a high-five-nice-goin’-buddy smile as the doors slid shut.
What a cluster.

BIO:

Jenny began writing at the age of twelve, when she realized the voices talking in her head were characters, not a result of pre-teen induced psychosis. She’s been writing on and off for almost twenty years, but actively pursuing publication for the last three. She lives in Oregon with her husband and two children. She is the author of four novels.

Jenny loves to hear from her readers. You can visit her at http://www.jennygilliam.com/

Playing for Keeps is Available Now!

2008-11-19T05:09:00.001-08:00

Playing for Keeps is now available from The Wild Rose Press-The Wilder Roses www.thewilderroses.com Thank you to everyone who stopped by over the last few days to comment on the "It Takes a Village to Write a Book" series. I will be doing the drawing sometime today and will post the winner by tomorrow. Thank you to everyone for your ongoing support!

Blurb:

Pasts are best left behind, hidden deep in your memory—that is where I buried mine. The feel of his hands and mouth on my body, the height of sensuality I reached beneath his touch. I'd fought so hard to forget—how could just the sight of him bring it all back, forcing me to become lost in him?

Again.

Years before I had watched him, craved him—a guitarist in a band riding the wave to stardom—my brother's best friend. On the verge of womanhood, I never dared to reveal how I yearned. Until a cold New Year's Eve when I offered myself as the woman I'd become, bringing to fruition the deepest of wants. As that night turned, so did my life. Devastatingly so.

I never dreamed I'd become another of his one night stands.

Can pasts be exorcised if they come back to haunt you? And when a notorious playboy who broke your heart offers you his…how do you know if he's playing for keeps?

Interview With Musician Spencer Durham

2008-11-18T04:15:00.000-08:00

I first came across Spencer Durham while researching Playing for Keeps at the world's largest open mic contest which is held each year at Smith's Olde Bar in Atlanta, Georgia http://www.smithsoldebar.com/ I was immediately impressed with the way he worked the crowd, showcasing not only his musical talent, but his marketing skills as well. While casting my vote (for Spencer, of course), I got the privilege of speaking with his mother for a few minutes...he probably doesn't know that! I was intrigued with his dedication as a teenager to his craft, and this experience is just one of many that helped to mold the character of Christian. I was able to get a brief glance into what my character's years as a teenager may have been like.

Spencer was kind enough to take time out of his busy schedule to answer a few questions for me. He is a gifted musician, and I highly recommend checking out his music. My iPod has over twelve hundred songs on it, yet whenever I program it to shuffle, it has a clear preference for Spencer!

1. Tell us a little bit about your style of music.

Well, that's kind of hard to answer. A little rock, a little blues...
basically, I'm a southern-influenced, singer/songwriter. I try not to tie myself down to any one genre because I feel that doing so is very limiting. I'm just trying to make good, interesting music and stay true to my roots.

2. How did you get started?

I've always loved music. I raided my father's CD collection at a very young age, and I've never looked back. One of the first albums I really remember taking a liking to was Jerry Garcia and David Grisman's album "Shady Grove." Listening to that really opened me up to new styles of music and inspired me to start writing.

I started playing guitar at the age of 10, and I am mostly self taught.
When I was in 8th grade I entered a few talent shows and played some open-mic nights at local coffee shops. When I started winning some of the talent shows I realized that maybe this is something that I should really try to get good at, so I really began to try and get better and better. I started playing full shows when I was just 13. I learned very early how to play in front of people and how to properly work a crowd. Ever since then I've been playing both solo and with bands. I try to make every show count, and use every show as a learning experience to make myself better

3. What is the most memorable event that has happened in your career?

It's really hard to pin down just one, but I would have to say that working on my most recent record is probably at the top of the list. I got to play with so many incredibly talented musicians, and I have made a record that I am truly proud of.

4. Tell us a little bit about your experience with Open Mic Madness.

I've done Open Mic Madness two times now. The first time I played it solo and came in 2nd in the singer/songwriter category. Last year I played it with my band and also made it to the final night. OMM has always been a very positive experience, and I will continue to be involved with it.

Josh Rifkind, the organizer of the competition, also has a foundation I have helped out with called The Songs For Kids Foundation. It is an amazing program that sends musicians to camps and hospitals to play for kids that are going through treatments. It really seems to take their mind off of their problems and let them just have fun. Being a part of this has been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. So, if anything, Open Mic Madness has allowed me to be a part of something that I feel is really important. If I can use my talents to help brighten up the day of just one child going through a hard time, it is the best compliment I could possibly receive.

5. How did you juggle your career with all your other responsibilities
when you were younger? What challenges did you face being a teenager working in this field?

It was difficult. Luckily I had the total support of my family. Without them, there would have been no way for me to do all I did. My teachers kind of knew what they were getting themselves into when I was in their class. We pretty much had an agreement that I would be there as many days as possible, I would do all the homework and take all the tests, but I probably wasn't going to have the best attendance record. haha. Most of them were supportive and really helped me out. They knew that music wasn't just a little hobby for me... it was my job and my life.

6. What are you currently working on?

I just finished my latest album a little over a month ago. This project started when I went to John Keane Studios in Athens with 12 new songs for a new album. We brought in some of the most talented and respected musicians in the area to play on the songs. Davis Causey and Gerry Hansen co-produced/played on the album, and John Keane engineered/played on it.
Some of the other musicians that made appearances were Randall Bramblett from Traffic/Sea Level, Tom Ryan and Brian Burke from The Normaltown Flyers,and Chuck Leavell from Sea Level/The Allman Brothers/Rolling Stones. I am so honored to be able to have these amazing musicians to be on my CD. I have learned so much from them, and recording with them is something I will be proud off all my life.
I said earlier that I don't like to tie myself down to only one genre... sometimes this can be a problem. We ended up with such a wide variety of songs that they really didn't completely go well together.
So, we decided to split them up and make two separate, more cohesive projects. The new CD is going to be called "Grow" and it will be released sometime after the first of the year. This CD is a combination of new songs and re-workings of some of the songs from the last album. Basically every song has something new on it. Whether it is new lyrics, re-worked vocals, added instrumentation, or new arrangements. I feel that doing this has made every song much stronger. Combined with the new songs, I have made a record I am extremely proud of. The second project from these sessions will be and EP released at a later date.

7. Where can your music be purchased?

I have 2 CDs that can be purchased on iTunes and CDBaby.com. Also, they can be purchased on my website, http://www.spencerdurham.com/, and at any of my live shows.

8. Anything else you’d like to add?

I would like to thank my family and my fans for constantly supporting me.
Without you guys I would be nowhere. And also, thank you Devon for allowing me to be a part of this!

Spencer Durham

Bud & Alley's Interview

2008-11-17T06:00:00.000-08:00

Anyone who has spent time in Seaside, Florida has no doubt visited Bud & Alley's. It is owned by Dave Rauschkolb, and comprises Bud & Alley's restaurant, The Tarpon Club bar, The Taco Bar, and a new pizza place which will be opening in the near future. Its roof top, gulf view bar, The Tarpon Club, holds the number six position on Coastal Living Magazine's Top Ten List of roof top bars. If you have visited, it is difficult to believe it is not further up the list! When I was working on the premise of "Playing for Keeps", I knew I needed my hero to have a job at a local establishment to keep him in close contact with the heroine. This well known hangout was the perfect backdrop for his story to unfold. During my last visit, the employees were gracious enough to share their thoughts. The interview participants are: Mo Moseley, Bar Manager/Head Bartender,Eric Shannon, bartender. Patrick Barrilleaux, manager. Patrick Oliver, bartender at Taco Bar. Jill Gilliam, manager and bartender.

How long have you worked at Bud & Alley's?

Mo: Nine Years

Eric: Eighteen months

Patrick B: Eight and a half years

Jill:Four years

Patrick O: One year

What is your favorite part about your job?

Mo: My favorite part about working at Buds is: You meet new and interesting people every shift. Whether it is the celebrities like Tony Romo, Jerry Jones, Jessica Simpson, Sean Payton,Ron Gant, or Joe Plumber,we try to take care of all you guys. Its a gas to be 4 deep and that one customer will tell you " I really appreciate you taking care of me tonight."

Eric: My office window is really good

Patrick B: The opportunity to meet people from all over the world

Jill: My co-workers

Patrick O:My co-workers and the patrons

What is the most amusing/outrageous/memorable event you've witnessed?

*Everyone's first response, with the exception of Eric, was eliminated to protect the (not so) innocent.

Mo: The most memorable - seeing a beautiful sunset and taking a moment to ring the bell;only possible in the fall.
Eric: Not much...I work days

Patrick B: Jessica Simpson and Tony Romo coming to the Tarpon Club

Jill: A patron asking Jill if she had anything behind the bar she could use to strap the woman's infant to the bar stool

Patrick O: One patron accusing Patrick of putting pork in his chicken burrito. The man was given a sample of both to prove it. Next, the gentlemen moved on to his issue about cheese...

If you could bartend/manage in any other city in the world, where would it be?

Mo: I would love to bartend in the Caribbean... St. Martin.

Eric: Francis Ford Coppola's Blancaneaux Lodge in the rain forest of Belize

Patrick B:Maui

Jill: Tamarindo, Costa Rica

Patrick O:San Diego

If you could be any place right now, where would you be?

Mo: I really like it here.
Eric: If not at home with my son, New Zealand

Patrick B: Provence, France
Jill:With Mark

Patrick O: Colorado

You can learn more about Bud & Alley's in the links section of my website. Please leave a comment for a chance to win a free copy of "Playing for Keeps".

Sip Wine, Buy Pearls...Write Book

2008-11-16T04:23:00.000-08:00

Part of "Playing for Keeps" takes place in Cafe-Rendezvous, a wine bar in Seaside owned by Wendy and Jean-Noel Mignot. Locals and visitors alike come by for the great wine and food as well as the...pearls. When I was researching the book, the owners were still currently selling the pearls in Cafe-Rendezvous, employing "pearl girls" to wear the creations and assist customers in their choices. Since then, Wendy and Jean-Noel have acquired the retail space next door and have opened a shop dedicated to the unique pieces. I received a gorgeous black Tahitian pearl necklace when I completed my first manuscript, a beautiful pair of matching earrings when I got my first contract. My husband soon realized this could become very expensive, considering how fast I write!

Here is a brief bio:

Wendy began designing and creating her one of a kind pearl and leather jewelry along with her husband Jean-Noel in 1994. At this time, they lived on their sailboat in the Caribbean, often traveling to exotic ports of call all over the world, selling their art. Their gypsy lifestyle landed them in Seaside where they now have a wine and tapas bar named Cafe-Rendez-Vous, and a beautiful art gallery, La Vie Est Belle.

La Vie Est Belle showcases several renowned local artists along with a vast collection of authentic, ancient ship wreck coins. All of Wendy's pearl, shell and leather pieces are made with Tahitian, South Sea and fresh water cultured pearls, which have been hand drilled and strung on hand rolled quality leather.

Interview With Scarlet Rose Editor Jennifer Haley

2008-11-15T03:25:00.000-08:00

Today I am thrilled to have an interview with my editor, Jennifer Haley. Back in June, she contacted four authors with her anthology premise and asked, "So, are you in?" Um...that would be a yes! This has been such a fun project, and I am so excited the books are beginning to release individually. Paisley Scott's "Sugar Shack" is already available from www.thewilderroses.com A Thank you to Jennifer Haley for taking the time to answer my questions!

What gave you the idea of the anthology premise?

I’d just heard that Dan Fogelberg, one of my absolutely favorite musical artists of all time, had passed away December 16, 2007. I thought about his song, Same Old Lang Syne, which is a true story about him meeting his old lover in a grocery store on Christmas Eve. They get to talking, have a couple of beers in her car. She tells him about her life, he does the same. Then she leaves and as he walks away, the snow turns into rain...then the few bars of Auld Lang Syne end this truly poignant song. I got to thinking...what would happen if two estranged lovers met during Christmas and didn’t walk away?

What drew you to choose the four authors you chose?

Well, they were all authors I’ve worked with and I love their distinctive voices—plus their ability to write quickly and under deadline and give me a good first draft was quite important. Their assignment was to write a reunion/Christmas holiday story where the girl doesn’t get away...and to make sure it was hot, hot, hot! Each story is set in a different location—Devon’s in Seaside, Florida, Paisley’s in Vermont, Ana’s in New Mexico and April’s in South Africa! Each author brings their distinctive voice and such different, sexy premises! I love each and every one—the books, and the authors!

Did any one story surprise you in any way?

They each surprised me! I gave each author the same instructions, we approved the synopses, but each story took on the flavor of the author writing it. I love the heroes. Devon’s hero is a musician; Ana’s used to be. April’s hero is an IT billionaire who travels the world and Paisley’s is a maple syrup farmer in Vermont. All four are as different as can be, but they’re all sexy as hell!

What do you like best about your job?

Reading great premises and helping the author craft the story to make her vision of the story come to life. Helping an up-and-coming author break into publishing romance. Trust me...every single one of my authors is capable of making it big in this industry. I’m just helping them get a foot in the door!

How did you arrive at your position of a Scarlet editor?

I applied! The Wild Rose Press was just getting off the ground floor and I’d always wanted to try my hand at editing romance. I love, love, love romance! I started in Sweetheart Rose (no sex allowed) and wound up in Scarlet! Frankly, I didn’t think I had it in me to edit erotic romance, but I find that these stories are much like any other romance...they just include lots of hot sex along with the romance! (I might mention I have a very healthy sex life:-) Just kidding.

How do authors submit to the Scarlet line of The Wild Rose Press?

Our website is chock full of information on submissions to all of our lines, and it doesn’t hurt to read a couple of our stories to get an idea of the types of stories we like (may I suggest all four of the stories in this anthology?)

If you’re interested in writing for the Scarlet line, just remember...it’s all about the sexual journey! It must be a romance between a heterosexual couple (other publishers publish gay/lesbian romance; we don’t.) The hotter the better, but there must be a romance and an HEA (happily-ever-after) or the promise of one. Follow the explicit instructions for queries. Send it in and then get to writing on your next book!

Remember to leave a comment for a chance to win a copy of "Playing for Keeps".

The Making of a Book- Win a Free Copy!

2008-11-14T04:05:00.000-08:00

Five days and counting until the release of "Playing for Keeps". This title will be released individually and will be available in a print anthology next year. During the next five days I will be posting about the making of the book. I am always fascinated to read about how an author takes a basic premise and creates a story. Until I began writing books, I never would have guessed the kind of research that can be involved in the process. Not only do you need to know technical aspects of your story, but you also have to get to know your characters as people; know what their background is, what events from their past have molded them into the people they are when the story takes place.

As a reader, I have always been fond of a hero that is artistic in nature. The first manuscript I completed (which is waiting patiently to be rewritten) featured a painter (canvas, not houses!). "Playing for Keeps" features a musician, and a future title will have a hero who is a writer. I had the idea for PFK in mind for a long time before I was offered the opportunity to participate in the anthology it is a part of. I even used the premise during a writing class nearly eighteen months ago. Man, did I research this book! I spent time at open mics, at a recording studio, I even spoke with an executive at one of the major record labels; all just to learn about what would mold my hero, Christian, into the man he is. This manuscript had many false starts, but when the invitation was issued from my editor, the story quickly came to life.

I was thrilled to have the story take place in the small town of Seaside, Florida. This will be my first published work that features Seaside, but I can guarantee it won't be the last. For those of you who are familiar with the area, you know how special it is. Many people assumed "Addicted" took place there, but that honor actually goes to the small South Carolina town of Surfside Beach where I attended high school.

Over the next few days I'll be sharing how the book came to be. We'll hear from my editor, the management and staff of Bud & Alley's and Cafe Rendez-Vous in Seaside, Florida, as well as information on the recording studio and musician who were a part of the research.

To Enter Contest: Each comment you leave over the next five days will be an entry into the contest. The winner will receive a free copy of "Playing for Keeps".

What Do You Do When A Book Comes Out With a Title Nearly the Same as Yours?

2008-11-13T04:10:00.000-08:00

You hold a contest, of course! My witty author friend, Diana Holquist, came upon this dilemma. For those of you who follow my blog, you will remember how much I loved "The Sexiest Man Alive". I am adding "Just the Sexiest Man Alive" to my next Amazon spree. Please visit the author links below for a chance to win a copy of their books, and also put in your two cents on which yummy man should receive People Magazine's Sexiest Man Alive honor!

Diana Holquist, author of Sexiest Man Alive, and Julie James, author of Just the Sexiest Man Alive, are celebrating the November 21st announcement of People magazine’s Sexiest Man Alive 2008 by giving away free, signed books. Check out their websites (http://dianaholquist.com and http://juliejamesbooks.com) for information on how to enter to win.

Ten Days and Counting

2008-11-09T05:58:00.000-08:00

Only ten days until "Playing for Keeps" releases. I am relieved and excited. A lot of research went into this book, so I am celebrating the release with a series of interviews on my blog entitled "It Takes a Village to Write a Book". Well, to research it, anyway. Please check in Friday, November 14th for the first interview.

We Have a Release Date!

2008-10-22T05:41:00.000-07:00

I heard from my editor and am thrilled that "Playing for Keeps" will be released on November 19th. This will be part of an anthology that will later be released which is based on Dan Fogelberg's song "Same Old Lang Syne". Four authors were asked to write a book about running into an old love with the element of New Years woven into the story. Of course, in our versions there will be a happily-ever-after for the couple. Here is the blurb:

Pasts are best left behind, hidden deep in your memory—that is where I buried mine. The feel of his hands and mouth on my body, the height of sensuality I reached beneath his touch. I'd fought so hard to forget—how could just the sight of him bring it all back, forcing me to become lost in him?

Again.

Years before I had watched him, craved him—a guitarist in a band riding the wave to stardom—my brother's best friend. On the verge of womanhood, I never dared to reveal how I yearned. Until a cold New Year's Eve when I offered myself as the woman I'd become, bringing to fruition the deepest of wants. As that night turned, so did my life. Devastatingly so.

I never dreamed I'd become another of his one night stands.

Can pasts be exorcised if they come back to haunt you? And when a notorious playboy who broke your heart offers you his…how do you know if he's playing for keeps?

Song Lyrics for the Day:

Have You Ever Been in Love- Peter Cetera

In the morning light, half awake and half asleep.
Have you ever laid there thinking, “Is it all a dream?”
Then you reach out and she’s there.
Every moment, everywhere.
Have you ever been in love?
Have you ever felt how far a heart can fall?
Have you ever stayed up waiting for a telephone call?
Just to hear her say “hello”, cause’ you miss each other so.
Have you ever been in love?
Have there been times to laugh, and times you really want to cry?
Finding reasons to believe her, cause’ you’d die a little if she lied.
When in times of doubt, have you ever tried to work it out?
But still she leaves you wondering what it’s all about.
And when she’s far away have you ever felt the need to stray?
Tried and then discovered it just doesn’t pay.
Cause’ with her it can be true. And with her you can be you.
Have you ever been in love?
Have there been times to laugh, times you really want to cry?
Finding reasons to believe her cause’ you’d die a little if she lied.
When in times of doubt have you ever tried to work it out?
But still she leaves you wondering what it’s all about.
And when the light comes down can you call your house a home?
Do you dream you’re still together, but wake up alone?
Have you ever been in love, the way that I’m in love?
Have you ever been in love?

Amorous Liaisons by Sarah Mayberry

2008-09-22T06:48:00.000-07:00

My life has been so crazy lately that I have had a difficult time fitting everything in. Between responsibilities in general and my writing specifically, I don't have a lot of free time carved into my day. I picked up a new release by an author my critique partner had raved about and indulged in the decadence of reading for pleasure while my children were occupied by the neighbor's kids outside. I had planned to just read for a half hour or so and then get back to my long to-do list. Never happened. I sat on the sofa reading until the last page was turned. Three and a half hours and two filthy children later I sighed in literary bliss. If you're looking for a hot read filled with sexual tension and an engrossing plot line, please check out "Amorous Liaisons" by Sarah Mayberry. The blurb is below, and the book can be found at www.eharlequin.com under "Harlequin Blaze" as well as other book retailers. Okay, today it's back to work (but I'll still be thinking about her book!).

Friends with benefits

Max Laurent has always wanted Maddy Green. But he let her go once before rather than stand between her and her dreams. Now she’s on his Paris doorstep, needing a place to stay. She’s just as hot and he wants her just as much. How can he resist seducing her?

When Maddy’s world falls apart, it’s only natural that she turns to Max for support. But fall into his bed? Never…until one steamy night, that is. And having had a taste of him, she’s hungry for more. Then she has the chance to resume her career, although it means leaving him. Can she throw away the best sex - and the best friend - she’s ever had?

Playing for Keeps Book Trailer

2008-09-14T05:46:00.000-07:00

Allie Boniface completed my "Playing for Keeps" trailer and did a beautiful job (as always!). This novella comes out in November. Thanks for checking it out!

Addicted Receives a Recommended Read!

2008-09-13T06:23:00.000-07:00

Needing a change, Jane quits her accountant job in the city and flees to a small beach town for the summer with her best friend, Sara. Acknowledging that art’s her passion and acting on that desire are two different things. So she’s gone to the beach town to find herself and discern her future.

Never in a million years would she have believed that she’d fall for a man who would consume her. Completely.

Jane first met Stone at one of the few bars in town. Gray, intense eyes met hers across the room and pierced her very soul. From the moment they met, Jane began an internal battle with her will and her heart. It was apparent from the way that Stone would appear at her home without notice, have fierce, mind-numbing sex with her and then disappear back into the ether from which he came that he wasn’t looking for any sort of relationship. It was also clear from some not-so-subtle clues that he had a secret and was willing to shut her out of his heart to avoid discovery. But her need for Stone was so enthralling, so addicting that she could just as easily cease breathing permanently as she could stop thinking of him, yearning for him.

When Sara helps Jane see that what she and Stone share isn’t healthy and assists Jane in quitting the addiction she has for Stone, she admits she’s fallen for him and wants more from her sensual, edgy lover. Stone insists he doesn’t have it in himself to give. Will Jane discover the reason for his distance and secrecy? If she does, will she still love him? Does she have what it takes to break the wall he’s built around his world? What’s more, does she love him enough to help him see that he’s addicted to her too?

Addicted is a fabulously intense and darkly erotic debut romance from author Devon Gray. The reader is immediately drawn into Jane’s world as she intersperses thoughts about her current experiences with events from her past. An intelligent and strong character, it was mesmerizing to witness her fall into addiction. Stone is a magnetically sexy character—a brooding, tortured, almost anti-hero that pulses with intensity and pheromones. Like a true addiction, he pulls Jane into his aura seductively and leaves her hungering for more, even as he’s pushing her away. The push-pull between these two characters keeps the story moving briskly as they struggle between the seductive temptation of addiction and the goal of a more healthy relationship.

Ms. Gray’s writing is fresh, intelligent and wickedly sensual, and reads as if you’re catching a glimpse of the forbidden. Addicted will ensnare you on the first page and keep your attention until the last word’s been read. I cannot wait to see what Ms. Gray has in store for her readers in the future.

Reviewed by: Bella, Fallen Angel Reviews www.fallenangelreviews.com

Letting Luce by Author Jenny Gilliam

2008-09-09T04:15:00.000-07:00

From the moment I started this book I identified with Lucy immediately. I don't have enough fingers and toes to keep track of how many times I've wanted to drop kick my computer. Of course, I doubt it would have the same results that Lucy experienced, so I think I'll just keep it in mind to walk away. Check out the blurb below for "Letting Luce". Jenny Gilliam's writing is fresh and witty, and she pens a story full of sexual tension with a happily ever after. What more could you ask for in a read?

BLURB:

When Lucy Hollister tried to drop-kick her personal computer out her second-story window, she had no idea it would eventually lead to the seduction of her very hot, very yummy best friend, Rory Carlisle.

After all, she’s the queen of passivity, and he’s the reining king of the non-committed relationship. When a sexy online flirtation leads the couple into some steamy situations, Rory realizes that his cute best friend is letting loose—in the best possible way.

Can this couple get past old hurts and guarded hearts to embrace the passionate love that awaits?

EXCERPT:

“Who did you do it for?” Rory asked.

Lucy’s heart thudded in her chest. She couldn’t quite meet his eyes. His velvety voice, rough yet smooth, caressed nerve endings strung tight like piano wire.

“Lucy,” he said softly. “Who did you wear that dress for?”

Oh, he was good. He knew damn well she’d dressed up for him. In a sudden flash of insight, she realized she wasn’t fooling anyone, especially Rory.

“I know you,” he said, his voice whispering over her. “ScorpioCutie.”

Her breath caught, and her eyes moved to his face. He watched her with the single-minded intensity he saved for naughty co-eds and naughtier computers.

“What did you just call me?”

“You heard me,” he answered huskily.

Silent, her gaze skittered away from his, flying away like a nervous bird before landing on a spot a few feet beyond his shoulder. She considered denying it all. How much could he know, after all? He might be guessing. Then she thought of his heated gaze, those knowing eyes, that flash of insight.

Her skin heated with embarrassment. “How long have you known?”

God! Why couldn’t she just be ScorpioCutie? Why couldn’t she charge over there and throw him down on the grass? What stopped her?

Three words: Lucille Louise Hollister.

“A couple of weeks.”

“How did you find out?”

His heated stare burned her flesh. “You forgot to delete the chat logs.”

Duh! “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“Why didn’t you?”

Good question. She didn’t know if he wanted to hear the truth. So she lied. “It was part of the game.”

He lifted a brow. “So this is just a game?”

Lucy nodded, but she couldn’t look him in the eye. He turned to her with predatory grace; stalking her, closing her in, forcing her to lean against one of the metal beams. The cold seeped in from the steel, saturating her skin as a prickle of goosebumps that spread across her body.
He looked like a large feral animal, and she was his prey.

With nowhere to go.

New Cover!

2008-09-01T05:15:00.000-07:00

I have been buried in boxes for the last two weeks...both packing and unpacking at the new house. I have also been without internet, which is a tragedy, truly. The good news is that I can now see some of the counter tops in the kitchen, and the office is finally cleared out enough that I can place my coffee mug on the desk next to the keyboard instead of wedging it into minuscule slices between all the mess. I'm making progress. While I was without internet, my book cover for Playing for Keeps was emailed to me. What a nice present when I was finally able to get into my email.

This book will be released sometime in November, and next year will be included in a print anthology. Here is the blurb:

Pasts are best left behind, hidden deep in your memory—that is where I buried mine. The feel of his hands and mouth on my body, the height of sensuality I reached beneath his touch. I'd fought so hard to forget—how could just the sight of him bring it all back, forcing me to become lost in him?

Again.

Years before I had watched him, craved him—a guitarist in a band riding the wave to stardom—my brother's best friend. On the verge of womanhood, I never dared to reveal how I yearned. Until a cold New Year's Eve when I offered myself as the woman I'd become, bringing to fruition the deepest of wants. As that night turned, so did my life. Devastatingly so.

I never dreamed I'd become another of his one night stands.

Can pasts be exorcised if they come back to haunt you? And when a notorious playboy who broke your heart offers you his…how do you know if he's playing for keeps?

A Review for Addicted

2008-08-13T04:36:00.000-07:00

While cruising around my favorite blogs I found a review written for Addicted. Not having expected it to be written, I was very touched she took the time to express her feelings about my book. This is from Author Tami Brothers. Please visit her blog (link at right) when you get a chance...especially on Saturdays. *Wink*

Wow! That’s it in a nutshell as I sit here contemplating how to start this review.

Addicted, by Devon Gray is the first ever e-book I’ve bought on-line, a forte into an unknown universe for me. I bought it because Devon is a really good friend of mine and I wanted to show support for her first publication. I had planned all along to do a review and post it here on my blog. Again, this is because of our friendship.

Let me tell you, though, had I known then what I know now; our friendship never would have played a role in this decision. Addicted doesn’t need a friendship to sell itself. It also doesn’t need a kind review from a friend on her blog. Addicted is exactly that, addictive. I wasn’t expecting to be wowed with a heart wrenching story line. I wasn’t expecting to be turned-on by the heat inducing sexual energy between the hero and heroine. I wasn’t even expecting a secondary story line, that until the second to the last chapter I hadn’t even known I was anticipating hearing the ending to. Addicted is the type of book that will sneak up, grab you by the heart, and hold on until you’ve finished the ride; leaving you to feel the dizzy aftermath of the rollercoaster ride as you walk away at the end.

Devon Gray did a FABULOUS job of drawing my interest from the very first chapters and holding me hostage in my seat until the very last word. She blew me out of the water with her depth into the psyche of her characters. She also left me blushing through quite a few of her love scenes. Not only has Devon made me an instant fan, but she’s left me squirming in my seat as I anticipate the release of her next book, Playing For Keeps, in late November. Way to go, Devon!!!

I’ll leave you with a cover blurb for Addicted. Trust me; you won’t regret purchasing this book!

Addicted, by Devon Gray

It seemed like a great idea at the time--escaping for a summer with my best friend, leaving behind a job I hated and all my indecisiveness. Three months in a small beach town would clear my head, brighten my outlook on the future, guide me in the right direction.

I had no way of knowing what that summer would bring. The things I would be capable of, the lengths to which I'd end up going , the intensity with which I would yearn. I had no way of knowing about him.

ADDICTED Available Today!

2008-08-01T05:11:00.000-07:00

I am very happy and proud to say that ADDICTED is now available to order from The Wild Rose Press-The Wilder Roses. I have the first chapter of the book posted below. Thank you in advance for your support! You may purchase my book at the following address:

http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=635&zenid=9efc2295965f851606f7187ea1b9451f

Chapter One

I’ll never forget the first time I saw him. Eyes so gray they were almost silver, hair as black as those summer nights had been, the rich sound of his laughter at something witty my friend, Sara, had said. All of this floated around me, my pulse dancing. But his laugh faded into the moment and he looked at me, the remnants of a smile still on his lips. It was then I felt it. An indescribable sensation at the time, but something I would soon come to know as an energy. A force with the power to take me under, willing or not. His gaze lingered on mine for a moment, a brief, fleeting, substantial moment, and then the connection was gone. His friends enveloped him in their attention, and I watched as the group returned to their table at the other end of the bar. This wouldn’t be the only time I’d see him—a fate I’m still not certain was a blessing or a curse.

Three years have passed since that summer I spent at Sara’s family’s beach house in a town so small South Carolina needn’t have bothered putting it on the map. Three months we were there. Sara on summer break from law school, me on break from my life. You see, artists are never truly satisfied unless they are immersed in their passion, and graduating with an accounting degree because you are too chicken shit to pursue what you really want doesn’t exactly pave the road to creativity. A free summer financed by Sara’s parents was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. I left that office with my pitiful little box of belongings before common sense had a chance to do its job. I promised myself this wouldn’t be a mistake. The time I would spend on hiatus from nothing would clear my head and I would know in which direction to go.

At the time I made the decision I had no way of knowing what that summer would bring. I wouldn’t have been able to imagine the things I would be capable of, the lengths to which I’d end up going. The intensity with which I would yearn. I had no way of knowing about him. The problem with addiction is you crave what you need—whether it is good for you or not.

So, I’ll tell you my story but you must promise not to judge, for what you will hear will not always paint me in the best light. I will come off, at times, as a woman who should have known better. I was told, after all. But if you allow yourself to succumb to a dark place, if you become truly lost, you will do anything…anything to end the pain—if only for a moment.
****

I watched him walk away from the bar, my pulse slowly coming under control. Sara sat next to me, oblivious to the chaos rioting through my bloodstream. Taking a sip of my merlot I turned to face her, trying to shake off what had just transpired.

“So, what do you think of this place?” Sara asked, practically lit up by her excitement of returning to the small beach town where she had spent every summer of her life.

“Great. Crowded,” I replied, glancing over my shoulder at the table in the corner.
Sara laughed. “Always. In a town you can barely turn around in there aren’t too many places to hang out.”

I smiled, placing my wine glass on the bar top. When Sara began speaking to the bartender, I turned slightly, feigning a stretch. Our eyes met then. His gaze was unwavering, as if staring down a complete stranger was a commonplace event. But if it was so terribly inappropriate, why couldn’t I look away? Who knows how long we stared at one another, but I eventually broke the contact, unnerved to my very core.
Placing my hand on Sara’s arm I cleared my throat. “Hey, I’ll be right back. You said the bathrooms were over there to the right?”

“Yeah, just past the entrance to the restaurant and then down the hall.”

I nodded and hopped off the stool, heading in the opposite direction of the molten gray stare I felt on my back as sure as I was breathing. Once I entered the restroom I let a long breath escape, walking to the mirrors. Studying my reflection, I finger combed my mahogany waves and began to silently count. Not a good sign. When numbers became necessary to calm my nerves, I’d already moved one step too far into something I shouldn’t. Shaking my head I retrieved a lipstick from my purse and reapplied, its color nearly matching the deep flush spread across my cheeks.
Somewhat under control, I left the sanctity of the ladies room. I stopped short when I saw him leaning against the wall, drumming his thumb against his jean-clad thigh to the thrum of music emanating from the bar area.

“I knew you’d have to come out of there eventually,” he said as he walked toward me, looming over my five-foot-nine frame. “I’m Stone.”

He didn’t extend his hand as I would have expected. Instead, he rested it on the wall behind me, hovering just close enough to send my heartbeat skittering.

“Jane,” I managed.

“Jane,” he said, a slow smile crawling across his lips. “I like that name. See Jane run. Run, Jane, run.” My eyes widened and he laughed, reaching out to toy with a tendril of hair that fell across my shoulder. “It’s very nice to meet you, Jane.” He made a leisurely perusal of my person, pricks of awareness dancing over my skin. Settling his gray gaze on mine, he ran his finger along my cheekbone. “You’ve got eyes like a cat—jade green and full of mystery. They intrigue me.”

With that he left me, speechless, leaning against the wall. He strode toward the bathroom. My eyes tracked him, taking in the long length of his body, the wide stretch of his shoulders, until he disappeared behind the door. Hastily I made my way back to Sara.

“You about ready?” I asked, breathless, eyeing her half-full wine glass like an adversary—a hindrance to my desired speedy departure.

She looked at me with suspicion in her eyes. “Don’t you want to finish your wine?”

Grabbing my glass I drained the last of its contents, setting it down on the bar top with a satisfying thud. “Yes, thanks. How about you?”

The corners of her lips curled in amusement. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Just a long day. You know, with the drive and all.” Running a hand through my curls, I grasped them at my nape, eyeing Stone from my periphery as he approached. I steadied myself for more embarrassment but he only smiled the most devastating smile I’d yet to encounter and passed by us on the way to his table.

“Now I see.”

I glanced back at Sara. “Now you see what?”

“What happened back there that’s made you all jumpy?” she asked.

Glancing over my shoulder, my heart dropped into my stomach as I met the stare digging into my back. I returned my gaze to Sara’s. “Um, nothing really.”

Sara crooked her head slightly, looking behind me. “Ah, yes. Madeline’s brother. The girl I introduced you to earlier.” She tapped her finger against her forehead. “I can never remember his name…starts with an ‘s’.”

“Stone,” I offered a little too quickly. Sara’s left eyebrow shot up. “Well,” I said, my hand on my hip. “It’s a unique name—hard to forget.”

“If you say so.” She smiled, toying with the stem of her wine glass. “He was Madeline’s stepbrother before their parents divorced. She only moved here two years ago.”

I glanced over my shoulder again. “So, you don’t know him?”

“No. I know of him, though.”

My gaze shot back to hers at her tone. “Meaning?”

“Meaning I’ve heard some cautionary tales from Madeline. Apparently he’s somewhat of a player.”

Sara polished off her wine and we settled the tab. I could feel the heat of his gaze as it tracked our movement away from the crowded bar. The night air on the other side of the door was a comfort as I followed Sara to the car. My mind raced. One, two, three, four, five…

Excerpt From ADDICTED- Available This Friday

2008-07-30T05:27:00.000-07:00

I began to shiver despite the warm summer air. I knew he would follow me. I felt it in my bones. And when he caught up with me? Then what? My pulse tripped over itself at the thought, whether from panic or excitement I couldn't be sure, but I wouldn't be given the chance to find out.

"Jane."

Never before had the sound of my name seemed so ominous to my ears. That one syllable tumbling from his lips had me shaking anew as I turned to look at him, the small amount of bravado that had driven me out here in the first place gone. His expression was unreadable in the darkness, but his intention was clear. Before I could reply, his mouth was on mine. Hot, searing in its assault. His tongue slid between my lips instantly, as if this wasn't our first kiss, as if our mouths had met countless times before.

And I let him.