Ten Reasons Why I Can’t Be Writing This Post:
- I don’t know what to blog about…guest blogging gets to be kinda tricky after a little white, ya know. If you don’t want to do that boring spiel where you go…BUY MY BOOK NOW! It gets hard figuring out what to say.
- I have a book to edit. It’s due January 4. It’s 12/30. I’ve still got 200 pages to go. Ouch.
- I have a book to finish revising so I can try to sell it.
- I have a book to finish writing. It’s due 3/1.
- It’s 4:20, my kids will be home in just over an hour and we’re going to the mall, so I need to get as much writing done as I can.
- If I cleverly try to ramble about something, you all will figure it out and then I’ll just look silly.
- I spent 4 hours writing in a coffee shop today and came home to find boxes of books and bookmarks on the front porch and I haven’t done anything but haul them inside. I need to put them up.
- I haven’t cleaned my office in so long, I can’t remember what it looks like cleaned. It’s kind of sad, really.
- I’m pretty sure my husband just texted me about what we’re doing tonight, even though I already talked to him about the mall thing, and now I need to text him back.
- I’m not sure what to blog about that will entice you to go out and buy my book, ya know…without that heavy handed…BUY MY BOOK thing.
How about I just post a snippet instead. 🙂
“You know what. You’re not shielding. I can see it. Shield up or you’ll be a mess before I even get you to her room.” His voice lowered when she tensed and tried to pull away.
“You don’t get to boss me around anymore, Jones.”
She tried once more to pull away, but this time he herded her into a narrow dip in the wall. A quick glance showed that it led to the chapel. She glared up at him. To her surprise, he was glaring back, his pale blue eyes glittering at her, and his normally emotionless face was anything but. “I’m not trying to boss you around, damn it. You’re walking around looking like you’ve got death dancing on your shoulders and you’re not doing shit to stop it. Should I just ignore it?”
“What does it matter to you?” She shouldn’t be looking at him. She told herself that, told herself to look away, to look anywhere but at him. She couldn’t, though. She couldn’t look away from his eyes. Swallowing, she rested her head against the wall and repeated, “What does it matter to you?”
A heavy breath rushed out of him, his shoulders rising and falling. His blue eyes, so fiery hot and so unlike the cool, icy professionalism she was used to seeing, bored into hers. “Just shield up, damn it.” Then he shoved off the wall and stalked away.
Immediately, Dez sagged a few inches and covered her face with her hands. Damn it. What in the hell . . . Damn it. Her knees were shaking. Her belly felt all tight and hot and jittery, and damned if she knew why.
You damn well do know—
No. She wasn’t thinking about that—
She took a deep breath and lowered her hands. Then she looked up and gasped when she realized Taylor had returned, silently. One hand came, curled over the back of her neck. “This is why it matters, damn it.” He hauled her against him and as his mouth crushed against hers, her brain clicked off, shut down . . .
A LIFELONG OBSESSION
FBI Special Agent Taylor Jones has made it his mission to save those in harm’s way by any means necessary—including employing psychic agents like Desiree “Dez” Lincoln, who can communicate with the disembodied spirits of the dead. Taylor is haunted by his own ghost, his kid sister, gone missing at age six. For a quarter of a century he has been tortured by her loss and the mystery of her disappearance.
A NIGHT’S INDISCRETION
When Dez is seriously wounded, Taylor can no longer hide his feelings for her. Getting involved could spell disaster for both of them—not to mention those who rely on them for help—but once Dez lays her hands on him, he can’t resist the fierce attraction. But after giving in to his desires, Taylor pulls back, and Dez strikes out on her own.
AN INESCAPABLE PASSION
Responding to the call of another anguished spirit, Dez is led to Taylor’s old hometown. As the two are forced to come together to save a girl in peril, Dez may be able to help Taylor finally find the answers he’s been looking for…
Praise for The Missing
“Suspense that can rip your heart open and leave you raw.”—Errant Dreams Reviews
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