Monday, January 21, 2013

Fat Chance Excerpt #3

Happy Monday, and welcome to the third and final excerpt from Cass Keaton's amazing story! In this excerpt, I hope to give you another glimpse at this set of characters I've fallen so in love with: Cassaundra Keaton may not be the most confident woman, but she definitely rose to the occasion of a steamy shower with Drew Kingsley ...

Drew drops my hand, and for a split second, I'm afraid he was just teasing about the shower. Then he shuts the bathroom door, kicks off his shoes, and grins. "Oh no," he says, spreading his arms wide. "I can't seem to undress without help." 
"Ha! You didn't even try!" Heat fills my face. I've never stripped anyone but myself before. 
"And risk injuring myself more?" He shakes his head. "I think I'm going to have to report you to the nursing board, Miss Keaton." 
Just do it. You can't live in fear. 
"Well, we can't have that, now can we? Surely, sir, there must be something I can do to appease your temper," I tease, placing a hand gently on his chest, looking up at him as innocently as possible. 
His breath catches, his eyes widening. "Well, I'm sure if you try really hard, we can think of something." 
It takes us forever to get him out of his shirt, both of us in turn laughing and groaning as we figure out how to get the shirt off without hurting him. Catching sight of the healing incisions on his chest, I look up at him. 
"Can you get those wet?" 
"Yep, sure can. They're glued or something, so I'm good as long as I'm not stressing the glue. Water is fine," he assures me, reaching out to slowly lift the hem of my yoga top. 
"Oh," I whisper, heat beginning to leave my face and pool instead between my thighs, as he steps back with my shirt in his hands, taking in my ugly sport bra, struggling to keep control of my breasts. 
"Does that work?" he asks quietly, lifting my chin and urging me to meet his eyes. 
"The, um, the bra?" I ask stupidly. 
"Yeah. Does it help in your classes? Because it doesn't look comfortable." He reaches toward me again, flicking one of the many hook closures down the front. It pops open easily, leaving the bra with a "v" neck appearance. 
"Um, it helps, some," I answer, blushing as he flicks another hook open. He works his way down the front of the bra, and though the fabric spreads, it doesn't fall away. I swallow, gasping, standing helplessly as he cups my breasts, spreading the bra with his fingers until it suddenly springs free.

Don't forget to check out Excerpt #1 and Excerpt #2 - and to see more of Cassaundra's journey to confidence and love, keep watching for the release of Fat Chance, book one of the Kingsley Series, coming soon!

(Update - this book is now live! And as if that wasn't enough? It's also FREE! For more information on where to find and download a copy for yourself, click here.)

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Fat Chance Excerpt #2

Sneak peek number two (see peek number one here), and not much longer until Fat Chance releases to Amazon Kindle! Thanks to the loyalty and activity of the Facebook page fans, here's a sample of an encounter between Cass and her "frenemy."

"Here we are," he says, washing a plate and handing it over to me to rinse and dry. 
"Mmhmm," I say, drying the plate, wishing I could slap him with it, for all the times when I was young that he made me feel horrible about myself. 
"Washing up all the dishes," he continues, passing me a glass. 
"Do you have a point?" I ask. I leave the glass in the sink, and bunch the little yellow dishtowel on Janet's pretty granite counter. Crossing my arms, I stand firm, though my inner child is still cowering. 
"Just that it's like old times," he chuckles, as if we're old friends. "Cleaning up the mess after the family piggy has her slops." 
"Yep. And just like old times, you're being an insufferable bastard." With that last statement, I leave the glass, and I leave the towel. I leave the kitchen entirely, and I tell Janet that Rick has offered sweetly to finish the kitchen so that I can get home before it's too late. 
I kiss my mama Janet, and I hug my sisters, then I gather my purse and dig out my keys. Making the necessary promises to call when I get home, and swearing that I can't stay overnight because I have to work tomorrow, I peek through the kitchen door one last time. Rick is washing furiously, scrubbing a cookie sheet in what looks like a vicious rage. 
"Thank you so much for doing all that, Ricky," I call sweetly, knowing how much he hates the nickname. "I just love that you thought of my safety so that I could get home early. Have a good week!" 
Walking out of the house, I know that Rick will finish the kitchen alone, and I celebrate my little victory. It's only one day, but for the first time, I didn't cower away from Rick, I didn't let him tell me who I am, or what I'm worth. 
For the first time, with Rick, anyway, I stood up for myself. I'm not thrilled that I had to do it in such an ugly way, and I'm not thrilled that I had to be cruel to myself in order to get the job done. It felt good though, even the nasty things that I said, because I got to watch his eyes grow wide with surprise, and I got to see a glimmer of respect in them.

I hope you enjoyed this excerpt from Cass's story - she's such a great character, and I'm so proud to have been able to write her story.

(Update - this book is now live! And as if that wasn't enough? It's also FREE! For more information on where to find and download a copy for yourself, click here.)

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Fat Chance Excerpt #1

With Fat Chance coming out on the first of February, I thought you might like a little sneak peek between the virtual covers of the book. So here's a little tidbit from Cassaundra's first therapy appointment! Enjoy, and don't forget to keep watching for more!

"Let's start with something easy. Tell me about your hobbies." He leans back and settles into the chair, waiting to see what I will say. 
 "I don't really have any," I say, wrinkling my forehead in an attempt to magically call some enthusiasm to my mind. I don't craft, or do a lot of fitness stuff -- obviously -- or anything like that. I don't build, I don't write or sing or anything. 
 "I go to work, and then I go home. I talk on the phone with my sisters." 
 "You have sisters," he smiles. "That's a good start." 
 "Well, they aren't my sisters, really, they're foster sisters. I sort of grew up with them." 
 "They feel like family to you?" he asks. I nod, and he breaks into an easy grin, which makes dimples appear in his cheeks. To my sheer embarrassment this causes something inside of me to click over, like an engine suddenly starting that hasn't been run for a while. Goosebumps race over me, and I pray he can't see my reactions to him, that he can't see how attracted I am. 
 "They count then," he says, and I relax. If he notices my attraction, he has chosen to ignore it. I follow his lead. 
 "They've been good to me," I tell him. "Their mother, too. They, um, they don't know I'm here. I can't tell them I'm crazy." My eyes are in my lap, my fingers helplessly twisting and smoothing the fabric of my dress, the only physical sign of my inner distress. I hadn't realized I was doing it. 
 "Crazy? Oh, you're crazy," he says, as if only noticing for the first time that I must be. "I didn't realize you were crazy, I just thought maybe you were having a hard time and needing some coaching. Crazy, though, is very serious." 
 "Thank you," I say to him. My voice is cool but my face is growing more heated by the second. "Did they teach you how to mock your patients in medical school? Or is that just a little freebie you throw in?" 
 "I didn't mean to mock," he chuckles, raising my temper another notch. Briefly, I wonder how much trouble I'll get in if I throw something at him. There's a nice, weighty candle in a glass jar, sitting lonesome on the end table beside me. I wonder if I could throw it far enough; it looks heavy. On the table at the other end of the couch, there is a vase of flowers; this is heavier than the candle. Candle it is, then.

(Update - check out a second excerpt from this book here. Also, Fat Chance is now live! And as if that wasn't enough? It's also FREE! For more information on where to find and download a copy for yourself, click here.)

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Interview with Brenna O'Connor, From To Love A Selkie

Sitting here, looking into the blue eyes of Brenna O'Connor, I remember the bits and pieces of her story, pieces that I learned myself through the voice of Annie Jacobs. As we talk about Annie, Brenna is once again touched by the pain of grief and the shock of loss. When she is ready, we begin.

Brandi; "What was it like for you, moving to America and then experiencing such loss when your husband died?"

Brenna; "It was exciting, and dramatic, and just totally crazy. Thomas had a lot to teach me, and even though I miss Ireland terribly, I love it here in Bar Harbor. I miss him, though. Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever be able to move past the grief."

Brandi; "You were very proud of him, weren't you?"

Brenna; "Oh, I was. He was like an old fashioned hero; giving up so much of his time and his life to help those in need. I mean, he loved the travel and the adventure, mucking through wild countries and learning all the new customs. But he lived for the sick; it was just who he was. And then just suddenly, he was gone. I'm still very proud of his memory; he was my best friend."

Brandi; "Was it hard for you to reach out of the grief and start the friendship between yourself and Annie Jacobs?"

Brenna; "It was. I remember being terrified she'd think I was insane, reaching out to a perfect stranger like that. And then to find she was a famous author; it would have been so easy for her to brush me off as a wild fan playing pretend or something, you know? But she didn't, she was kind and easy going. It was Annie who made the friendship, not me."

Brandi; "What's it like, being friends with her?"

Brenna; "She is an amazing person to be friends with, open and funny, smart and energetic. She's always up for a talk, always willing to be there for me, right from the beginning. Meeting Annie was like suddenly finding out I'd had a sister I hadn't known about."

Brandi; "What about Malik?"

Brenna; "Oh, he's really something. That dark hair, and his eyes ... like gorgeous little pools. You could just fall right in; he's mesmerizing. And he loves Annie so deeply. Honestly, I worried things might be too fast - but watching them together, I was just so happy for her. He stepped up right from the beginning, to show her that he wanted to be there for her, to be someone she could depend on. And I loved that for her, after the way things had gone in her divorce."

Brandi; "What about the whole Selkie thing? What was it like for you, knowing what he was?"

Brenna; "You know, I really can't say much, other than how odd it was for something like that to happen. We always think extraordinary things can only happen to other people, and there he was, fresh from the ocean, so to speak, and so adoring of Annie."

To find out if Annie and Malik had their happy ending, or if they followed a long line of tragic legends, go and read their story, To Love A Selkie - now available for Kindle on my Amazon Author page. For more information, to find out about new releases, and for more interaction with me, make sure to "like" me on Facebook!

Edited to add: To Love A Selkie is no longer available for sale. TLAS has now been absorbed into Selkie, the first book in the Selkie Trilogy.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Fat Chance, Coming February 1, 2013

Meet Cassaundra Keaton, an adult orphan raised in the foster system. She's overweight and struggling to survive in a world that makes her feel like she can never fit in. Follow her journey as she learns to trust and love herself, and watch her grow as she finds new love. But will an issue from her past come back to ruin her new life?

Book one of the brand new Kingsley Series - coming February 1, 2013! (Now FREE! Download here!)

Stay tuned for excerpts and other information to come as the release day draws near. Also keep watching for a sneak peek at the book cover - and don't forget to find me on facebook.