Getting there...slowly!!

First and foremost, I want to say thank you to everyone who has purchased 'The Weakness in Me!' The success of the book thus far has been astounding to me.
I spent the weekend in California and came home to an unbelievable surprise.

This past weekend was spent being a dance mom for half (an awards banquet for my daughter's dance team, then their performance at Universal Studios the following morning. Then as a roller coaster enthusiast and friend for the remainder of the trip.

I was so glad I got to spend a decent amount of time with my friend (and editor) DiDi! I came home thoroughly spent and happy. But I did not get any reading or writing done so I'm slightly behind on my goals for Drama Free, but I'm still ahead of the game in making my self imposed August deadline. I hope to give you guys a teaser soon. I'm in love with this book. And I hope you will be too!

The Weakness in Me live on Amazon

Now that the excerpt has been released, I decided to go ahead and publish the book. It is now live on Amazon. Check it out:

http://www.amazon.com/The-Weakness-in-Me-ebook/dp/B00BUTY6TQ/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&qid=1363390564&sr=8-10&keywords=josie+leigh

A request!

I've made it to the Quarter Finals of the Amazon Breakthrough Novel Awards for my book 'The Weakness in Me'. Below is a link to the excerpt posted- the first 4000 words of the book. Please consider downloading the excerpt and writing a review!

Thank you!!

http://www.amazon.com/The-Weakness-Me-Entry-ebook/dp/B00B9N3EQY/ref=sr_1_15?ie=UTF8&qid=1363100459&sr=8-15&keywords=josie+leigh

Cover reveal!

Here is the cover for Drama Free 2003! I love it!

WiP- Untitled- Chloe and Sebastian

<i> So this is something I will write after Lucian's book. It's another second chance at love type book, but different than The Weakness in Me. It was inspired by a conversation with an old friend. Below is, again, everything I've written so far for this book- which is less than 1000 words. As always, comments are appreciated :-) </i>
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“Shhh!” Chloe whispered as she followed Sebastian toward the deserted row of buses, suppressing her giggles.  “We don’t want to get caught now, do we?”   

                “Of course not,” Sebastian said, pulling her against another school’s bus.  Looking deep into her bright, forest green eyes, he lowered his lips again to kiss her hard.  She snaked her uniform clad thigh around his hips, aligning him perfectly with the spot she desperately wanted him.

                “God!  How do we handle not seeing each other for months at a time?” Chloe asked, breathlessly as they separated again.  Throwing her long blonde braid over her shoulder, she pulled him toward a bus with an open door.

                “Can you honestly say this would be nearly as hot if we saw each other daily?” Sebastian asked as she pulled him close again, looked deep into his crisp ocean blue eyes and slowly licked her shiny red lips.  “Okay, it’d still be hot.  I don’t think I’d be able to keep my hands off of you, even in classes we’d share,” he laughed.

                “We’d be in trouble, constantly,” she answered, walking backward toward the back of the bus, sliding her uniform suspenders off her shoulders and stepping out the black pants.  Sebastian mirrored her movements with his own gray pants, leaving a trail of band clothes in their wake.

                “I love you so much, Chloe,” he said, looking over her partially naked body, as she lay down on the empty seat and beaconed him closer.  “You are so beautiful.”

                “I love you, too,” she answered, reaching for him and grazing his arousal with the back of her hand.  His eyes darkened slightly as he followed her into the seat, shedding the rest of their clothes and trying to be quiet, when their insides were screaming for the release they could only find together.

                “What the heck do you two think you are doing?” the accusation startled Sebastian and Chloe into action.  Sebastian did what he could to shield Chloe’s state of undress from their intruder.  So into the feeling of their intimacy, they hadn’t heard the stranger enter the bus.

                “Can you turn your back for a minute?” Sebastian asked grabbing for Chloe’s uniform from the bus floor and thrusting it at her.  Before scrambling for his own pants, he looked at her again, her pale skin glowing against the dark vinyl seat, a rosy blush coating her cheeks, down to her shoulders.  He shivered at the memory of his lips there, just moments ago and moved to make himself decent for the inquisition he knew was coming.

WiP- Untitled- Lucian's book

This is literally all I have written for this book, but I'm looking forward to starting on it when I'm done with Drama Free 2003:

The late August sun accosted Lucian Harris as he exited the terminal.  Growling, he hitched his rucksack over his shoulder and made a bee line for the nearest cab.  Without a backward glance at the welcome other members of his unit were receiving, he knew he was right to keep his return to Arizona a secret.  No way did he want a superficial welcome from people who no longer knew him.

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.

 

Share, post comments, etc- let me know what you think!

 

 

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.