Friday, March 29, 2013

A little somethin' somethin'

I am a huge fan of Walking Dead (zombies - a total given).

Hellooooooo Daryl Dixon!!


I haven't quite figured it out yet, but I have serious redneck hots for Daryl.

It's Good Friday and Easter is right around the corner. I love easter. I love ham. And I love a good egg hunt. The past week I have been scoping the internet for cool easter ideas for teens. Got any for me?

Now on to the good stuff. I have put together a sneak peak into Hunting Angel. There isn't a release date set just yet, but I am thinking it will be in the next few months. If I get my butt into gear. *mentally kicks self for being so distracted my Daryl* I just can't help it ;) Warning, this is a draft and completely unedited.

Enjoy XOXO



“What are you doing?” he asked, making himself at home on the couch beside me. His long legs stretched out in front of him. Letting himself into my house whenever he felt like it, had also become a habit.

My eyes were glued to the screen. I fought the urge to look over at him, finding it more difficult than it should have been. Whenever we were in the same room, I instinctual sought him out. Our eyes would connect, the world would standstill, and then we would go on as if nothing happened. So recently I began to challenge myself, to see how long it would take me before I caved. “What does it look like? I’m watching TV genius. Even you should be able to figure that out.” I answered in a droll voice, never taking my eyes off the tube. Try as I might to ignore his overbearing presence, I failed. Epicly.

“This is not TV,” he argued, remaining as difficult as always.

“It’s Sips and Sjin,” I added, clenching my fists. My nails dug into my palms. It was all I could do to not look at him.

I felt those silver eyes on me and shifted under his gaze. “Is that supposed to mean something to me?” His voice alone could cut straight to my heart and make it beat a million times faster.

Tossing a handful of green and red skittles into my mouth, I snickered at the banter between my two favorite gamers. “They do a play through of games and post them on YouTube with snarky humor. Its a-m-a-zing,” I informed, chewing on the wad of rainbow candy.

“Attractive.” His weight sunk his side of the couch.

I grinned, finally giving in and meeting those smoky eyes that haunted my dreams, no matter how much I willed otherwise. “It’s totally turning you on,” I teased over exaggerating my chomping. I hated that just a peek at him in his ripped jeans and black t-shirt could leave me breathless.

Joke was on me. His silver eyes flickered gold, and he shot me a devilish grin. “You’re right.”

Shit.

I swallowed. Well that totally backfired. My pulsed picked up, and I could feel myself pulled toward that god-worthy body. “Whatever,” I shot back weakly and returned my attention to the TV, though at this point he’d ruined it for me.

My feet were pressed against his thigh, seared by his incredible heat. He was like an inferno. “Okay. So let me get this straight. Instead of playing video games, you are now watching someone else play video games?”

I kicked him lightly in the thigh. “You got a problem with it – leave.” I put on a much braver front than I felt. Truthfully, if he did leave, I knew that moment he was gone I would miss him. Pathetic.

“God you are lame.”

That was it. I didn’t even think about what I did, I just tossed whatever was in my hand directly at Chase’s smirking mouth.

It happened to be the remote control.

I watched as his hand snatched it out of the air before it connected with his beautiful bad boy face. Damn his demon reflexes. “Nice try Angel Eyes. I love it when you are feisty.”

I scowled at him. “My mom is upstairs you know.”

He lifted that stupid brow with the hoop in it. Enviously long lashes fanned around his twinkling eyes. “That sounds like a challenge.”

“God you are warped.”

His wrist snaked out before I even saw it coming, gripping my ankle. With a quick tug he pulled me to him, and I shrieked in surprise. “You like it,” he murmured, his breath tickling my skin.

Suddenly I found myself in a very precarious position straddled over his lap. Being this close to Chase meant trouble – of the good kind. I pushed aside the butterflies of excitement and anticipation. My body knew what was about to follow the kind of look he was giving me, and it was on high alert. “If you came over for a quick tumble you’ll be sadly disappointed.” I tried to sound completely bored and uninterested.

Yet the golden gleam in his eyes said no one was fooled, least of all him. His hands spanned on either side of my hips burning right through the flimsy white cotton of my shorts. I cursed myself for not wearing more clothes, like lots of layers. No instead I strolled around the house in next to nothing.

“Nothing I ever do is quick Angel.”

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