Raven’s Undoing ~ Unedited Excerpt ~ What am I doing…

Okay, you can do this. I’m giving myself a mental pep talk as I make my way for the big double sliding glass doors of the hotel. I enter the lobby, which is completely vacant except for the older gentleman standing behind the counter with a smile plastered on his face. I nod at him in acknowledgement as I swing a right and head for the first set of elevators doors.

My palms start sweating and my stomach starts churning as the elevator takes its sweet time ascending up to the fourteenth floor. For a split second I consider hitting the ground floor button when it finally stops and the doors open. I step out of the elevator, turn to my left, and slowly start walking down the hall looking for room 1424. My feet feel like they are made of lead. My legs do not want to keep pulling me forward. I can’t believe he is having this effect on me and I haven’t even laid eyes on him yet. I’m supposed to be pissed at him too, for that matter.

Stopping directly in front of his room I take a deep breath before lightly knocking on the door. I hear shuffling inside before the door swings open and Grant is standing there, his turquoise eyes piercing right through me, looking all sexified. As I stand there gazing up at him, I think I have forgotten my own name, or where I’m at, or how to even speak. Grant steps aside motioning for me to enter the room without saying one word to me.

I hear the door close behind me as I sit my purse on a desk table. I begin to take off my coat, but Grant is behind me in an instant helping slip it off my shoulders. “Here, let me hang this up for you,” he sternly whispers. I turn around and watch him put my coat in the closet. I notice that he is barefoot. He looks as if he has just stepped out of the shower actually. He’s wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a loose fitting dark gray t-shirt; his hair damp. He turns and looks at me, his face expressionless. I’m suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

Copyright ©2015 –ND White

What happened to Amazon?!

Christa Simpson

This post is my refection on how the e-book market has been changing, based on my own experiences and those of my fellow authors—both new and established.

Warning: I’m going to be straight with you.

IT’S A JUNGLE OUT THERE!

It’s no surprise that the book market has become saturated with new titles within the last few years. It seems like writing has become a contagious disease and the act of self-publishing is the antidote. Now, not only do I have to compete with the big guys—by big guys, I mean traditionally published authors with a full support staff: editors, designers, public relations, advertising, extended distribution, street teams, Goodreads groups, dedicated bloggers and other authors in the company, who all show a preference to sharing each other within their imprint, but I have to stand up against a throng of my fellow indies just to maintain my fan base.

Beautiful Lady With Abyssinian Cat

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Raven’s Undoing ~ Unedited Excerpt ~ A Stόr

“Hey sleepy head…” I hear a faint whisper and a hand gently sweep across my cheek. My eyes flutter open and I find him standing in front of me.

“Oh my goodness, did I fall asleep? I’m so sorry!” I quickly straighten myself up trying to gain my composure.

He lets out a chuckle and sits down next to me on the sofa. He takes hold of my legs, lifts them up, and then pulls them across his lap. I turn my body along with him. I feel so embarrassed. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. I just came in here and found you sitting there with your eyes closed. You didn’t move a muscle when I approached you, so I think you might have. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah, I’m great. Just really tired though.” More like exhausted… “The skating and falling over and over again must have taken a lot out of me. And I am so sore, especially my feet and rear end.” I cover my mouth as I yawn. Dang, I just want to curl up and go back to sleep…

“Well, I might be able to help with your feet at least.” His charming grin is infectious and I can’t help but smile back. He carefully unzips both of my knee high black boots, slides them off my feet and sits them down on the floor. Then he takes hold of one of my feet and gently starts messaging it. I let out a soft moan as my head relaxes back against the sofa. Usually I would protest someone touching my feet, but right now, this feels heavenly.

“Oh , this feels amazing. Thank you.” I think that came out sounding a little sultrier than I intended it too.

“It’s my pleasure, A Stόr.”

“Mmmm, that’s the second time you’ve said that to me. What does it mean?” I tilt my head to the side giving him an inquisitive look.

“A Stόr is Gaelic and it’s a term of endearment used to mean darling, or sometimes treasure.” He stops massaging one foot and then starts in on the next one. “And you Raven, to me, are both.”

Awww. I can’t believe he just said that to me. I look at him, stunned. I am almost at a loss for words. He is one of the kindest men I think I have ever met. “That is one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me.”

“Well, it’s true.” He keeps messaging my foot but looks away, his cheeks flushed.

We sit in silence for a few minutes listening to the crackling of the fire while I’m getting lost in this amazing foot message.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes.” He stops messaging my feet as I pull my legs from his lap and scoot in closer until I’m just inches from his face.

“I’ve had the best time with you tonight. It has been so much fun. I really don’t want this night to end.”

He smiles. “Neither do I.” Slowly he leans in, closing the space between us, softly brushing his lips against mine…

Copyright ©2015 –ND White