Thank you so much
for having me, Elizabeth! I’m very, very
excited (insert clapping hands here) about the upcoming release of my first
“naughty” novella, Teaching Officer Lonesome.
This is a story that’s been calling to me for a long time. It’s a steamy May/December with a police
officer hero. Most people who have read
my stuff won’t be surprised about the cop part ;) I definitely have a thing for a man in
uniform when it comes to romances. I
worked in a small police department for nine years and during that time, I
chalked up a lot of writing inspiration.
This is one of those stories.
Teaching Officer
Lonesome is about a young woman from the wrong side of the tracks. Hope Marlow is tough and jaded. She’s also a seasoned vet when it comes to
sultry one night stands. When she’s
pulled over one hot summer afternoon by a sexy cop twice her age, she’s not
surprised to find herself attracted to him.
But Jack is still reeling from his wife’s death a year ago. Where Hope sees nothing wrong with casual
sex, Jack craves an emotional connection.
Even though he’s attracted to her too, he misses love in his life and can’t
justify a quick encounter with someone half his age. But Hope wants to show him how fulfilling
lust alone can be. As she sets out to
seduce him, the wheels are set in motion for two people to be taught a little
something about lust and love.
I can’t wait for readers
to meet Hope and Jack. I think they
might just fall in love with this couple like I did. J Teaching Officer Lonesome is coming out August 20th and
will be available in digital format through Barnes and Noble, Amazon and my
publisher’s website, http://www.beachwalkpress.com.
Elizabeth, thank
you again for having me! I’ll leave you
with an excerpt from Teaching Officer Lonesome, in the hopes that it’ll leave
your readers wanting a little more ;)
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Excerpt:
Before her knees
could touch the linoleum, he grabbed her and pulled her up again. “I don’t even
know you, Hope. And you don’t know me. Don’t you think there’s something off
here?”
“No.”
He grunted.
“Well, I don’t,”
she said. “You’re a guy. Guys like sex. They understand it. They relate to it. It’s how you operate.
Lucky for you, I happen to speak guy.”
The beginnings of
a smile touched his lips. “I don’t
operate like that. I don’t just sleep with random women. I need more than
this.”
More than this. Hope considered herself
pretty tough. She was young, but she’d seen a lot. Her father’s abuse, her
mother’s abandonment, extreme poverty. She’d seen her fair share. But despite
that, hearing those words coming from this man, hurt. A lot. She wasn’t good
enough.
She dropped her
hands and stepped back. “I see.”
He must have
recognized the look on her face, because he immediately reached out again. She
pulled away and sat heavily on the couch.
“That’s not what I
meant.”
She bit the inside
of her cheek, unable to look at him. “I know what you meant. And that’s okay.
It really is.”
Liar. It’s not okay. It’s never going to be okay. The steel wall around her heart magically gained another layer as
she made a bitter mental note. It’s
official. Sexy, older soccer dads who look fantastic in their work uniforms,
and who also happen to be handy around the house, are off your list, missy.
Jack bent down and
took her hands. When she tried to pull them back, he tightened his grip. “Will
you listen to me for a second?”
She stared at the
floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. When he touched
his fingers to her chin, they were warm and calloused, rough and sexy. He
raised her head gently until she had no choice but to look him in the face.
“That’s not what I
meant,” he said, his voice low. “You’re a beautiful young woman. Any man would
be lucky to have you.”
She clamped her
teeth together. I will not cry, I will
not cry, I will not cry. She must be premenstrual.
“I didn’t mean I
need more than this.” Emphasizing the
last word, his eyes fell, lingering for a moment on her breasts. “I meant I
need more in the form of a relationship.”
“A relationship?”
She searched his face for any sign he was joking, but found none. He really was
too good to be true. “Seriously?”
“Why’s that so
hard to believe?”
“I’ve just never
met a guy who actually wanted a relationship before sex.” She smiled a little,
but he remained serious.
“I don’t think sex
should be a casual thing. I think you should love someone first. Or at least
have feelings for them.”
Resisting the urge
to roll her eyes, she wondered if she could convince him otherwise. She
happened to know sex could be mind-blowing, even if you weren’t head over heels
in love.
“Can I ask you
something?” she said.
He sat back on his
heels. “Shoot.”
“How many women
have you been with?”
His face colored, even
through the thick, dark stubble which prickled his neck and jaw. “That’s none
of your business, Hope.”
“I think it’s
relevant to the conversation we’re having.”
“I’m not
discussing this with you.”
“Maybe you
should.”
He was quiet for a
minute, and so was she. They stared at each other for a long moment before he
spoke again.
“I’m flattered. I
really am. But I’m too old for you.”
“You think you’re too old for me. I feel
differently.”
He smiled in a way
that said he was done talking about it. “I’m too old for you. But I’d like to
be friends. Do you think we can manage that?”
Sure. Whatever.
Sticking his hand
out to shake, he was suddenly Officer Malone again. The aloof and businesslike
cop who had stopped her last week for the blinker thingy.
“Sure,” she said,
feeling like a little girl with a hopeless crush. “Friends.”
Yummy. Love me a cop...as long as he let's me go with a *cough* stiff warning.
ReplyDelete*snickers at Jaye* But amen to that. ;-P
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for stopping by and sharing a fab excerpt with us, Kaylie. :-D