I've been meaning to write blogs for the last week, but I keep getting distracted. So, today I thought I'd post the random thoughts running through my head. Are you ready to look inside my mind? *laughing*
I've been writing, just not like I should though. I'm beginning to feel a little overwhelmed by things, I'm afraid. At this very moment, I'm working on setting up promotion opportunities for Natural Born Enemies, writing Brady and Silver's story, working on my first book in the new series, working on my children's/YA novel, plus polishing up a couple of contemporary romances to submit. Plus there is the day to day things (cooking, cleaning, caring for the canine kids, caring for the husband, etc.). Nothing a deep breath, an day or two of meditation, and a very tall, stiff drink can't take care of:) *smiles*
Would you like a quick look at Natural Born Enemies? Okay, I'll be right back.
I handed her a beer and led her around the counter to the stools there. “You sit down and relax. Let me take care of dinner. You’ve been on your feet since four this morning.”
She had lifted the beer to her lips and stopped. “Wait, how do you know I’ve been on my feet since four in the morning?”
I was chopping up garlic and stopped in mid-chop. “This is my town. It’s my job to know people’s routines.”
She sipped her beer, her eyes dancing with laughter. “What time does Samson start his routine?”
I put my head down and continued to chop the garlic. “Five or so.”
“Wrong,” she said, “you’ve been watching out for me, haven’t you, Adam Thomas?”
I took a long draw from the beer sitting beside my chopping block. “Nope. Just been watching you.”
The next thing I knew she had removed the knife from my hand and had her lips on mine. I could do nothing except wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. My mouth had a mind of its own as it returned the passion in her kiss. I teased her lips open with my tongue. When she opened to me, I slid my tongue inside the warmth of her mouth, the yeasty taste of beer greeting me. Without pulling away from her, I put my hands on her waist and lifted her onto the counter, bringing her up to my height. In an automatic movement, her legs locked around me, holding me to her. The moment was one I’d dreamed of when I was living in the hell of war. Her warm, lush body against mine, and the dampness of her mouth was all the sweetness that made up Luna. I ran my hands under her shirt to the bare skin of her back. She arched into me and moaned deeply. My erection was straining to be released from my jeans when my phone rang. I rested my forehead against hers and attempted to catch my breath.
“Do you really have to answer that?” she asked.
I looked at the number. Damnit! “Yes, it’s Bowie.” I hit the talk button. “Adam.”
What do you think? Does it sound like something you want to read? I have to tell you, I had so much fun with Adam and Luna. They are such wonderful characters.
(Copyright-Gemma K. Murray)
How about a tease of Book 3? Alright, twist my arm. Be right back:)
The short-haired one turned and smiled. Her lavender eyes were lined with eyelashes as black as night. She tapped the other one on the shoulder and they both looked at us.
With piercings in her eyebrows, her nose, her lip, and who knows where else, she said something to the other and walked to our table.
She leaned over our table and her scent snuck into my nose, down my throat, and grabbed me by the balls. “Hey, handsome,” she said, looking at me, “could you tell me and my sister where we could find Sheriff Golden?”
(All rights belong to Gemma K. Murray)
Remember...this is the rough draft. So, do you think Silver is going to keep our handsome Brady in knots or will she make sure he comes undone?
Okay, a final thought for the day:
19 years ago today, I married my best friend. Looking back over the last 19 years, we've been through an awful lot. My poor husband has held my hand as my grandma passed away. Held me as I cried over the suicide of my grandpa and cried with me over the death of my father. He laughed with me when I got the news of Keeper of the Golden Dragon's Heart was to be published. He's held me close and lifted me up. Our life is not a movie script by any means, but he is the romantic lead I'd choose every day of my life. He's not a knight in shining armor by any means. He's my knight in tarnished armor. He's walked through fire, fought battles and won, and slayed more than one dragon on my behalf. And he's done it all willing and with a smile on his face. It may have been a vicious one, but it was a smile nonetheless. This is the song I walked down the aisle to 19 years ago and it's still true today: http://youtu.be/ZGoWtY_h4xo Happy Anniversary, babe! And Happy 42nd Birthday! (Yes, we got married on his birthday. Pretty cool, huh?)
Thanks for spending some time with me. I needed to get these thoughts out where others could see them. Let me know what you think of the excerpts I've shared. I appreciate the feedback.
Have the gods bless your week!
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