WiP- Drama Free 2003

This book is different than any that I've ever written.  It will be told in first person POV, alternating between Lucas (the heroine) and Brady (the Hero). I'm having a blast writing it, and wish I were feeling well enough to write more than I have lately.

 

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Introduction

Lucas

“10!” Everyone starts the make shift countdown to midnight, staring at the second-hand of my living room clock. I’m positive that it’s fast and we are prematurely counting down the New Year, but it’s okay. At least this shitty year will be over, finally. 2002 was not a banner year, and I’m hoping that 2003 will be better. If it’s not, I swear to GOD, I’m leaving this God-forsaken state and moving far, far away. The thirty minute move to Tempe had helped, but not enough.

“5!” My eyes slide to my ‘date’ for the evening, a good friend who agreed to pretend to be my temporary conquest so Trevor would get the point that it wasn’t going to happen between us. My date is nice enough, if not a bit quiet. He’s good looking, too- short, brown hair, beautiful steel blue eyes, which are similar to my own, oval features, with a gash mark scar on the left side of his chin. He’s taller than me, but only by two to three inches, and I’ve learned tonight that I fit perfectly under his arm as we snuggle on the floor beside my living room window.

“1! Happy New Year!” my guests yell and turn to kiss their dates or hug the friend they came with. Trevor shoots me a hopeful smile and I turn to Brady and give him a nervous, but questioning, look. With a shrug, he pulls me close and plants a sweet kiss on my forehead before settling my head against his chest. “Here’s to a drama free year,” he whispers in my ear, as my face heats at my reaction to being so close to him. I can’t wipe the silly grin off my face at the kiss he gave me on my forehead. I know he’d never be truly interested in me. He’s seen me retreat to my bedroom during a party with far too many guys to really want to be with me. I’d be lying to myself if I said that before that moment, I’d ever considered being with him either.

Yet, through the course of the evening, something inside me had changed and he was all I could see. Trying to push the thought away, I did my best to enjoy the remainder of the party before saying good night to those not sleeping on my living room floor and collapsing on my, now, lonely queen sized bed. Is there a way I could get Brady interested in me, without compromising who I was? I doubted it. I was destined to be the girl that flitted from hook up to hook up, never able to find the guy she was really supposed to share her life with. I was okay with that, though, because it meant I never had to compromise what I wanted out of life because of someone else’s whims.

As I drifted off to sleep, a montage of the terrible year I’d just left behind skittered across my brain. I lost my grandma and childhood dog to cancer. My best friend to a whore was supposed to be my friend, too. My first love was gone because I’d learned I couldn’t trust him. To top off the year that was like a giant sundae filled with poo, I’d been fired for the first time ever and forced to take a job nearly forty miles away from where I’d lived. The only good things that happened were my move from Southeast Mesa to Tempe, where I finally lived alone, and transferring to Arizona State after getting my Associates degree. Yes, 2003 needed to be the best year ever to wipe out the bitter taste 2002 still left in my mouth.

So so sick

I haven't been able to write this weekend at all and I've not even been able to read. I've been so sick!

I should be back at it later this week. I haven't been this sick in a very long time.

The pitch for The Weakness in Me

Ever have your future interrupted by forces beyond your control? Ever wanted a second chance to get everything you ever needed?

Samantha Castle and Jason Wright met when they were five years old. As they grew up in their tiny Washington town, their friendship eventually turned into a love that was supposed to last forever. Just as they were ready to start their lives together, betrayal ripped them apart.

Five years later, Jason comes face to face with his Sammy when he's called to the scene of a horrific accident. Seeing her bruised and battered awakens a part of him that had been missing. Although Sammy had clearly moved on in that time, he has not and would do anything to be in her life again.

Meanwhile, Samantha is left to battle back from the accident that took away her husband and almost took her life. Because of the extent of her injuries and having a daughter to take care of, Samantha decides to let Jason back into her life. As she recovers, the two find that they are able to recapture the magic of their friendship, but Jason wants more.

When they begin to find their way back to each other, the forces that worked to destroy them before have gathered strength. They will stop at nothing to rip them apart again. Can Samantha find a way beyond their past to get back the future that was taken from them?

The Weakness in Me is about learning to trust and love again after you have every reason to walk away. Told from multiple perspectives, it is a love story unlike any other, because it shows that life goes on after betrayal and death. People don't always wait around for those that left them behind.

Exciting news!!

I just received word this morning that my second book, The Weakness in Me, has advanced to the second round of the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award! Unfortunately, because I entered the book as unpublished, I will be waiting until it is eliminated to release it.

I'm totally in shock this morning! Today is my 9th wedding anniversary and I'm so sick. I'm grateful for this news!

The Weakness in Me playlist

In no particular order, I've posted the playlist I listened to while writing 'The Weakness in Me'. I hope you love these songs as much as I do!

http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLFVhNqJO2cjWqQSJA2y4Cp3S1Y0_YbJAQ&feature=mh_lolz

Shamus- Drama Free 2003

So my friends decided awhile ago- like when I was writing Love but Never- that I should have a random character named Shamus show up in a bar scene. They also decided he should be a magician. So I finally found a way to write the scene, without forcing the encounter. So without further ado- here is the unedited scene:
“Hey,” a guy at the end of the bar called.

“Are you talking to me?” I asked, pointing at myself and looking confused. I know I don't know this guy, nor am I sure I want to.

“I don't see any other goth hotties in here, do you?” he asked, now openly leering at my chest like it can grant all his wishes.

“Just cause I have black hair, it doesn't mean I'm goth,” I growled, tired of this stereotype that goes along with my new hair color. I still wear bright colors and refrain from heavy eyeliner, so honestly I don't get the correlation.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.

“No, thanks, I'm here with my friend, Abby and her boyfriend. It's her birthday, don't want to bail out on her. I'm just grabbing her a blow job,” I told him, wondering why I told him the name of the shot I'm buying. I know he's going to think this is an in when it's totally not.

“Wow, sounds hot! Can you take it with no hands?” he leaned closer to me and I catch a whiff of the beer he's apparently been rolling around in and decide to mess with him a little.

“Of course, but I don't take the shot from the bar like an amateur,” I scoff. “I can take it from my cleavage,” I whisper and right on cue his eyes widen like he's won the fucking lottery with me. Holding up two fingers he signals the bartender and orders two blow job shots for me.

“I'm Shamus,” he said, running a hand through his orange hair and winking one of his nice green eyes at me.

“What the hell kind of name is that? Are you a leprechaun?” I asked, discovering that the four shots mark was when my filter disappeared. Suddenly, the bartender sets the shots in front of Shamus, who hands me one expectantly.

“It's the name of the guy who wants to see your parlor trick so you can take this other shot to your friend for free.”

Growling slightly, I grab the shot from his hand and expose another half inch of my cleavage by pulling on the bottom of my blue halter top. Placing the shot on the outer edge of my breasts, I put my hands behind my back, letting my head descend toward my tits. Securing the shot glass in my mouth, I throw back the shot and yank the glass from my teeth, slamming it back on the bar top. Smiling triumphantly, I wipe the excess whipped cream from my lips with my tongue slowly.

“Damn that was hot!” he exclaims, handing me my trophy shot. “You know, I know a few tricks myself,” he lowers his voice suggestively.

“Like what? You know how to blow yourself? I knew that wasn't just a myth.”

“No, but I can make my cock disappear.”

“Like in a cold lake? Shrinkage?”

I can tell he's slightly irritated at my apparent prejudice against his wiener, so I let him get to the punch line of his pick up attempt.

“No, baby, it can disappear and reappear from this tight little hole called your ass. Wanna see?”

“You go straight for the anal? Wow, Shamus, I expected better from you. Thanks for the shot though,” I hold up the glass and turn toward my friends.

“You didn’t tell me your name!” I heard him shout behind me.

Turning again, I yelled back “You’re right, Shamus, I didn’t.” Shaking my head at his presumptuousness, I went back to the refuge of my friend and her boyfriend who agreed to drive us around so we could get balls ass drunk. I wondered if he was regretting the decision as I set the shot down in front of Abby.

“Free shot bitch! Happy birthday! Suck it down!” I yelled as I plopped down beside her.