I’m going to call this a win.
It’s 8:17pm on New Year’s Eve and I’m slipping in a monthly blog post before it’s too late. Am I a procrastinator? I think we all know the answer to that question.
December has been a weird month for me. I’ve received some life-altering news (that I can probably share with you next month. Or maybe the month after that. We’ll see.) and I’ve sort of been on a pseudo-vacation. Instead of writing every day like I have in the past, I’ve just been writing on my “author days” which is twice a week. Thankfully, starting in February, those days will increase to three times a week.
Anyway, Rise is ALMOST DONE! I have less than 5 chapters left to write and as usual, this book is a doozy. Super long, super jam-packed with Elizabeth’s new life with the pack, her never-ending internal struggles, and life-altering news for her as well (hint, hint). I think you’re all going to love it and my goal is to have it out sometime in February (which is SO CLOSE!).
Anyway, you’ve already seen the cover, so I thought I’d share a bit of the first chapter this time instead. It’s a little naughty, but who doesn’t love a dirty-talking Abraham? Here’s an excerpt for you (it’s unedited though, so don’t drag me, please):
“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this.”
Abraham pulled me into his office and slammed the door closed before pushing me up against it. “I just can’t help myself. You’re right there and I need you so bad.”
My stomach tangled into a mess of knots at his words.
I needed him too. And not just my body. It was so much deeper than that. I needed Abraham on a molecular level.
He slid one denim-clad leg between my thighs and pressed. I moaned into his mouth and clutched his shoulders tighter.
This was becoming our afternoon ritual since I’d moved in about a month ago. Even though we spent every night together trying to satisfy our hunger for each other, by the time the afternoon rolled around, it didn’t matter how many times I’d had him the night before. It didn’t matter that I’d been sure he’d wrung every orgasm he could out of me. I needed him again.
I wrenched my mouth away from his as I struggled to pull in a deep enough breath. “I know what you mean. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
Abraham pressed his thigh harder between my legs and my head fell back on my shoulders.
“You’ve been thinkin’ about me, baby?” he asked as his lips traced patterns on my neck and chest.
He sucked on a patch of my skin and I shivered in his arms.
“Were you thinking about this right here?” he asked as he plucked at my hardened nipple through my shirt.
“Uh huh,” I said again. That was the best I could come up with at the moment.
His rough fingers skimmed beneath my top and circled my waist. He dragged his hands up my belly, taking my shirt with him. When he reached my heaving chest, he paused to cup both breasts in his large hands.
He squeezed, massaging one and then the other. Abraham pulled my shirt over my head and slid his hands to the front of my bra. With a loud rip, the two halves split down the middle and I was exposed before him.
I gasped. “Abraham, that was a good bra.” I was trying to reprimand him, but my voice shook too much for it to hold any real weight.
He buried his face between my chest, licking and sucking while his fingers pinched my nipples. “I’ll buy you one for every day of the week if it means I get to rip it off you and watch your sexy tits spill out like that,” he rumbled against my skin.
I gasped again and arched my back, pushing my chest against his face. His hands began to wander again and soon they were unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my legs. My panties went next, and then I was completely naked. The only thing I had on was the necklace that held the ring he gave me.
“You’re wearing way too many clothes,” I breathed, my hands busy mapping out all the peaks and valleys of his body that I’d memorized a long time ago.
With a groan, Abraham pulled away from me and took a step back. There was a playful glint in his eyes and my belly flipped.
He reached for the hem of his dirty t-shirt and slowly slid it up his torso before pulling it over his head. Even though we’d been together for months now, I’d still never get sick of seeing his body. It was powerful and thick. The kind of physique you get from hard labor, not hours at the gym.
He chucked his shirt at me and I caught it with a laugh.
Next, he popped the button on his jeans and slid the zipper down slowly. I clenched my hands at my sides and swallowed. He was so damn sexy.
“Is this better?” he asked, dark blue eyes pinning me to the door.
I shook my head. “No. You’re still wearing too much.”
He slid his fingers beneath the waist band of his jeans and boxers and slid them down his long legs. I watched as every inch of golden skin was revealed. Soon he was standing naked before me, so strong and handsome, he took my breath away.
He stalked forward and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against his warm body. “Now, tell me again what you were thinkin’ about all day.”
My fingers crept up his muscled arms and circled his shoulders. “I was thinking about how sexy you are.”
He dipped his head and rubbed his stubbled jaw on my neck. “Am I?” His fingers were tracing lines up my legs now and I was shaking with anticipation.
“Yes,” I hissed as one thick digit pressed inside me.
“What else were you thinkin’ about?”
I dug my nails into his shoulders as he slowly pumped his big finger in and out. “Um, I was thinking about this. About you touching me.”
“Hmm,” he hummed against my chest. “You like when I touch you?”
He added a second finger and I gasped, my legs shaking beneath me. “I love it. I love when you touch me.”
He hummed again as his fingers continued to drive me crazy. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, but I also knew Abraham wouldn’t let me come like this. He liked to be deep inside me when I did. Said it made him feel more connected. He got no complaints from me.
“How about when I fuck you?” he whispered against my skin. “You like that, too?”
“Love it,” I squeaked.
“Because I’m about to fuck you right now and I wanna’ make sure you’re ready for me.”
He pumped his fingers faster and my belly twisted in anticipation. I was so close. “I’m ready,” I said, my voice cracking. “I’m ready now.”
He pulled his fingers out and I immediately regretted the loss. But, he surged forward and hoisted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he lined us up.
He slowly inched inside. “I love the sight of your tight little body stretched around me. Love to watch you take it all. You’re so fuckin’ sexy.”
The feeling of him filling me along with his dirty words were driving me higher and I knew it wouldn’t be long.
He bottomed out inside me and waited a moment while we both adjusted. Without warning, he gripped my hips and slid all the way out before slamming back in and that was enough. I clenched around him, moaning and twitching as my orgasm engulfed my senses. It felt more powerful than the last, but that’s how it was. Every single time with Abraham was better than the one before it.
He was still steadily thrusting into me as I came back down. He pressed his lips to my face, over and over again until I tipped my head and kissed him back. Rough hands slid up and down my quivering thighs as Abraham picked up the pace.
He cupped my bottom in his hands and pulled us away from the door. His lips were still on mine as he spun us around and walked over to the leather couch pushed against one wall. Abraham lowered me to the cool cushions, his body still connected to mine.
He sat back on his heels and grabbed my hips before pumping into me faster and harder than before. “You feel so fuckin’ good, baby. So wet just for me.”
I nodded and raised my arms above my head to hold onto the arm of the couch. He felt so good and I loved it when he talked like that during sex. It never failed to boil my blood and take me higher than I thought possible.
Abraham slid an arm behind my back and pulled until I was arched with my shoulders on the couch and my butt in his lap. “Yeah, just like that, baby,” he grunted as he thrusted faster than before.
“Oh, my God, Abe.”
“That’s it, El. I wanna’ feel you come again.”
I shook my head no, but I could already feel the pressure building low in my belly. Whether I thought I could survive it or not, he was going to make me come again. It was just a matter of time.
“I want to feel you squeeze me. You’re so tight when you’re coming. So beautiful. I could make you come all day just to watch you squirm on my lap.”
“Abe,” I said, my voice cracking.
“I know you’re close, baby. Just let go. Feel me.”
He picked up one of my legs and slung it over his shoulder, reaching new depths in this position. My eyes rolled back as I gripped the leather beneath me.
“You gonna come on me again, baby?” he asked, his voice so deep, I felt it rumbling through me.
I nodded frantically, unable to form sentences anymore.
“Let’s come together this time,” he grunted, his hips grinding into mine now.
I nodded again, and he reached between my thighs to circle my clit. His other hand was gripping my hip so hard I was sure he’d leave bruises, but I wouldn’t change anything. I loved how out of control he became. Loved the way I helped to unravel a man like Abraham. It was such a powerful feeling.
He continued to pound into me, somehow even faster and harder than before. But, it wasn’t until he pinched my clit between his rough fingers that I started to lose control.
“Oh, my God, Abe,” I moaned.
“That’s it, baby. Squeeze me, I wanna’ feel you.”
I had no choice. My body convulsed around him as another orgasm sped through me, this one even more devastating than the last. I barely heard Abraham’s long guttural groan as he spilled himself inside me.
We lay like that for a long time as we both fought to catch our breath and return to earth. Abraham crawled up my body and squeezed himself between me and the back of the couch. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me even closer. His lips pressed softly all over my face and I was so sated I couldn’t even kiss him back.
“I love you so much, El.”
My stomach flipped inside me. Even after all these weeks, it never failed to thrill me when he said those words. It had taken me a while to feel comfortable saying them back, but now I said them as often as he’d listen.
“I love you, too.”
Add Rise to your Goodreads TBR here.
I hope your 2018 was amazing and I hope your 2019 is even better! See you next year (sorry, had to add the dad joke in there).