Is there anything cuter than a webcam of service dog Holly’s 5 puppies waddling around and playing? I think not.
Yes, I’ve been neglecting the blog, but despite the lure of the puppycam above, (OMG they’re so sweet!) I’ve been hard at work on the next in the Hauberk series. Which, despite what I may have said a while back, will be Jazz and SCOTT’s story. Originally I’d tried to pair Jazz and Andy, but apparently Jazz just wasn’t into Andy and she started fooling around with Scott behind my back. *sigh*
I’d always planned Scott’s story to be the last in the series, but now I’m having to do some re-arranging.
Want a really rough teaser from my first draft?
Damn it, damn it, damn it! She wasn’t a wimp. She would. Not. Cry.
Tell that to the moisture threatening to overflow, burning her lids, forcing her to bury her face into his chest. .
It was the wine, that was all.
His other hand slid up her back to stroke the back of her head. “Are you sure you don’t want me to leave?”
“No.” She pulled away to meet his gaze. Oh man, that wasn’t a good idea. His eyes were so filled with concern. For her. “I mean, no I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay.”
Just like this. With me in your arms.
She touched his temple, trailed her fingers along his jaw, down his neck, cupping her hand at the back of his head until he dipped down and captured her mouth again.
The distance between them lessened until the hard length of his erection pressed against her belly. Still he did nothing more than kiss her.
For the first time in months, her body sprung alive, and except for a few murmured warnings, the little voice in her head stayed quiet.
She could do this. She wanted to do this.
So, what have you been up to? Anything interesting? Neat vacations? Good books read?