Putting my post up early since I’ll be out of town. Click on the author links starting Saturday. Have a great weekend! For those of you just checking, I’d love to meet you in Lexington, Kentucky this Saturday for a book signing at Joseph-Beth Booksellers. Check the bottom of my home page for details. Also, check beneath this post for the winner of Shiloh Walker’s book in the Friday book giveaway!
Vic started into wakefulness, surprised to see the gray light of dawn peeking around the blinds in his bedroom. It gratified him that he’d slept for a good majority of the night. The reason for his profound sleep was enfolded snugly in his arms at the moment.
He’d never really had to convince Niall with words to sleep in his bed that night. After they’d finally left her new condominium, exhausted and completely happy from their multiple rounds of phenomenal lovemaking, they’d ducked into a Thai restaurant for dinner. Vic had guessed from Niall’s heavy eyelids after she’d drank a glass of wine and devoured almost her entire portion of chicken pad thai that she wouldn’t be long for the waking world. So he’d suggested they watch a DVD together at his place and sure enough, within forty-five minutes he had an armful of soft, warm, sleeping woman.
Presently he nuzzled the hair at her nape and inhaled her scent. Maybe it was the dampness he found at her neck or maybe it had been the sensation of the tremors that periodically shook her body that had awakened him in the first place. Or perhaps the primitive part of his brain recognized the scent that mixed with the residual fresh, floral scent of Niall’s perfume.
It was the smell of fear.
His fingers skimmed along her neck and back. Sweat soaked through her t-shirt. She moaned in her sleep. The sound pained Vic on some deep, indefinable level.
“Niall. Wake up. Wake up, baby,” he murmured as he stroked her sides and pressed his lips against a flushed cheek. She whimpered, the noise reminding him of a trapped animal, both mournful and panicked at once.
He couldn’t stand it.
She jumped in his arms.
“You were dreaming,” he muttered close to her ear. He continued to rub her body along the length of her thigh to her ribs, attempting to soothe her. She moved restlessly in his arms and finally sat up. For a few seconds she just sat at the edge of his bed as her breathing slowed, her face shadowed by the dim light and her huddled posture. Neither of them spoke when she finally rose and went to the bathroom.
She returned to the bedside hesitantly a minute later. “I’m sorry for waking you,” she said in her low, smoky voice that seemed perfectly suited to the muted, gray light of dawn.
“I slept better last night than I have in weeks. You’ve got nothing to apologize for,” Vic told her when she perched on the edge of his bed. He wanted to reach out and pull her back into his arms. He wanted to keep her safe from whatever plagued her dreams. But something in her tense posture made him wary about touching her.
“Maybe I should just go,” she whispered.
He saw her head fall forward, sensed her uncertainty…her vulnerability.
“I’m all sweaty,” she murmured shakily.
“So we’ll take a shower in a little bit,” Vic stated with more ease than he actually felt. His jaw clenched when she still didn’t move. This dawn encounter with Niall struck him as heavy…threatening even, although why that should be he couldn’t say. The eerie mist of dreams must be clinging to him as well.
“I’m leaving for Manhattan later today,” he heard her whisper.
“You told me that you’re not taking off until four o’clock. There’s plenty of time. Niall?”
“Come here,” he said softly.
It was only after she’d slid back into bed and was fast in his arms that he finally exhaled the burning air in his lungs.
Greetings! Since I’ll be leaving early tomorrow for the Lexington Book Signing, I’ll be announcing the winner of The Missing on Friday morning instead of afternoon. Please be sure to check over the weekend to see if you won, and then contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org!
Yes, it happened again. The Amazon gift certificate prize once again went unclaimed. If it isn’t claimed this time around, I’m going to roll it into my next contest, since it gets a bit discouraging and anti-climactic when you can’t even get the winner to claim the prize. Sigh.
The winner of the one hundred dollar Amazon gift certificate is entry number 25, Amy M! Amy, PLEASE write me at bethkery@aol to claim your prize. Also include your preferred email address to receive your e-gift card.
Okay, I’m keeping my fingers crossed for you, Amy! Everyone else, remember that comments on any Beth Kery blog post between Monday and Friday qualify you to win a book on Friday. Which means–yes–you do need to check back over the weekend to see if you won. If I chased down one person for these contests, I’d have to do it for everyone, so I’m going to hold fast on that rule.
Hey all, Happy Monday! I’m busily writing away on Down and Dirty and listening to royalty free music for the Release video Lea is working on for me. 🙂
Just another reminder of my book signing in Lexington, KY next Saturday. See my home page for details.
I’m going to start doing a book giveaway every Friday afternoon. All you have to do to qualify to win is leave a comment at my blog anytime between Monday and when the winner is announced Friday at (around) 5 pm CST. You can comment as many times as you like, but only one comment per person will go into the pot. You have until Monday to contact me at email@example.com with your address, or I’ll choose another name. Pretty simple, but lots of fun!
This week, I’m giving away a copy of talented author Shiloh Walker’s The Missing.
A sinfully sexy novel of romantic suspense about a woman whose psychic gift drives away the man she loves—and years later draws him back to her…
I just got the thumbs up from my agent on a proposal I’ve done for a contemp series, one that’s very close to my heart. I’m really excited about it, and hope it goes okay in pitch-ville. Fingers crossed.
Meanwhile, I’m writing Down and Dirty–an erotic contemp for the Heat line that’s due in January and scheming out a plot-line for my second Princes of the Underground book–a paranormal vampire series, the first of which comes out next year from Samhain.
I kind of like having several projects going on at once, but I have to admit that when it comes to the last half to a third of a book, I have to focus exclusively on it alone.
What about you? Are you a sole-focuser-on-one-thing or do you like to juggle several balls at once?
I was driving home from work last night in snaggled traffic and listening to the radio, where I heard the truly jaw-dropping news that camera-loving, outsted ex-Illinois governor Rod Blagojevich will be on Donald Trump’s Celebrity Apprentice. Whaaa? Can television sink no lower than feeding the narcissistic frenzy of a man accused of multiple federal corruption charges, including selling a senate seat?
(I actually saw an article lately for a Second City play that’s beginning which sounded a lot more interesting than Donald and Rod both vyeing for hair-screen space on the tube. It’s called Rod Blagojevich/Superstar and here’s a brief description: Actor Joey Bland ably invests the title figure with the right irrepressible energy and bizarre sense of self, and he’s helped aplenty by the signature super-swoopy helmet of hair. While his Blago reminds the audience with comic frequency that he’s a “scrapper,” the chorus right upfront sets the stage for the overall characterization: “Rod Blagojevich Superstar/Are you as nuts as we think you are?/How is it you don’t get the gist/You’re a delusional narcissist.”)
So anyway, on the radio last night they began discussing what shows on television have to go? and so I’m posing that question here today. In your opinion, what show on television absolutely must go?
I think I’ve given a pretty strong hint as to my opinion, but I could name a few others…
Unfortunately, the winner of the Paradise Rules Contest never contacted me. (I have 48 hours in the contest rules, but I tried to stretch it…but alas, no go).
So I picked a new winner. And that is:
#34, Janice Seagraves. If you know Janice, perhaps give her a heads up to her bounty. 🙂
Janice, you can contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org with your preferred email for you one hundred dollar gift certificate from Amazon.