I meant to put this in my “Other Works In Progress” Page – but I just didn’t get to it.
This is my next venture into the self publishing realm; the proof is on its way to me as we speak – EXCITING! Of course there is a problem with that – I am NOT an editor. If you read any of my blog entries you would clearly know that. I’m an idea girl, I have great ideas, vast imagination and let’s face it, not to pat myself on the back, but I make good dialogue.
True confession – I just tried really hard to edit that paragraph. How’d I do?
So…back to the topic at hand – Stories From Plane View. This started out with a really simple concept. A woman who is a travel writer who spends most of her time traveling. Then I added that she was the man version of womanizer (or the newly made up term manizer – maybe I’ll just let Hall and Oats say it best – She’s a Maneater) she seduces men only to pass the time, no regrets, no remorse, nothing more than physical pleasure – she is the ID. She was a promiscuous teen rebelling against her wealthy upbringing, became a teenage groupie – there’s a sexual exploit diary involved. Which is great, but then I turned it all around.
She has to stop traveling! Gasp…so with no idea how to live out of the skies she turns to her two best friends and they take her out for one night of drunken debauchery. She wakes up the next day with no memory of the night before and a stark naked god walking around her living room. (Not and actual God – but now my wheels are turning).
From there her life really gets turned upside down. She can’t travel, she met this guy that gets her, she’s scared, excited, worried that he’ll find out about her past…
This is basically a romance, I know completely different from my first foray into self publishing the ever popular A Demon Love Story, but I’ve always loved a good romance or even better a romance turned rom-com! (Fingers Crossed)
So wish me luck that I can learn how to edit a book so I can get this puppy into the world. Here’s a steamy excerpt…
I woke up to my blaring alarm clock in my big comfy bed all alone. I slap the top of the alarm clock take in a deep breath, choke for about a minute—I smoked way too much last night – then rolled my hungover ass over. I look down at my body and realize I am stark naked on top of the covers and everything is a mess. I don’t remember when or how I got here last night, I’m sure I have Seth to thank for it though. As I give a big stretch I hear the water in my bathroom go on, I shoot straight up!
Did Mark or Roxy come home with me? Of course if they did why would I be buck naked; we joke, but we usually keep relations pretty platonic around here. I watch as the bathroom door becomes ajar and an Adonis just as naked as I am emerges from the bathroom door.
“Hey, um, I thought I’d shower before I leave if you don’t mind.” The beautiful blond model says to me. Or at least he looks like one; I don’t even remember who he is.
“Sure…uh…” I pause so he will remind me of his name. He didn’t get it.
“Want to join me?” He smiles revealing his perfect white teeth.
I sit for a moment to ponder it, look at the clock and realize that I have about forty minutes to get downtown to meet Elaine. I quickly jump and haul ass to the bathroom with the hot man.
The water feels so good, so hot; it washes away the grime of the night before, although by the look on hot models face it looks like he wants to roll in the mud all over again.
“Last night…was amazing.” he says looking at me with his blue eyes burning so bright I feel it in my groin.
“Uh, yeah it was really great.” I say unconvincingly.
“Would you like a repeat performance?” He leered at me.
“Sure, but we need to be quick I have to be downtown real soon.”
“I’ll go dow…” I quickly interrupt him with my hand to his mouth.
“Before you finish that sentence let’s just skip the foreplay.”
I have a bench in my shower for this very reason. Well ok when I bought the place and did the tour I didn’t base my decision only on the fuck bench in the shower, but it was definitely a perk.
First, he put his big hands to my face and plants a deep kiss on my mouth that sends shock waves straight to the pleasure spot. He then sits down on the bench in all his giant readied splendor and I sit on him facing away. He grabs my hips and moves me to his hard thrusting motion, the sensation I crave is rising fast and furious. He is hot, wet, and strong and something about that noise of two bodies slapping into each other always gets me going. As the thrusting gets harder and he’s cupping my tits like he’s kneading dough while rubbing his soft wet fingers around my nipples I start to feel the shocks growing more intense. I can’t see him, but hearing him grunt, his strong arms bringing me to his lap harder and harder, his breath getting more and more rapid I can’t contain it any longer — I come like a locomotive, I come so loud I think I scare him a little, but shortly after he yells my name. Shit, I don’t know his.