Rush Too Far cover reveal

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It’s time to fall all over again…
Note from Abbi: Rush Finlay won readers hearts in Fallen Too Far. However, his side of the story was never told… until now.
RUSH TOO FAR is coming May 6, 2014
If you thought Rush was hot before, you’ve not seen nothing yet.
Summary
Everyone in Rosemary Beach thinks they know how Rush Finlay and Blaire Wynn fell in love. But Rush is back to tell his side of the story…
Rush has earned every bit of his bad-boy reputation. The three-story beach house, luxury car, and line of girls begging for time between his sheets are the envy of every guy in Rosemary Beach, and Rush handles it all with the laid-back cool of a rock star’s son. All he needs are his best friend, Grant, and his sister, Nan.
Until Blaire Wynn drives into town in her beat-up pickup truck with a pistol under her seat. The Alabama farm girl instantly captures Rush’s attention once he discovers that the angelic beauty is his new stepsister, but he vows to keep his distance. Even if she needs his help. Even if he craves her.
Because Rush knows why Blaire is all alone in the world, forced to ask for help from the father who abandoned her three years ago. And he knows if he gets too close it will destroy Nan, who has a secret connection to Blaire.
He has every reason in the world to stay away from her. Find out why he doesn’t.

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About Abbi

 

Abbi Glines is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Rosemary Beach, Sea Breeze, Vincent Boys, and Existence series. A devoted booklover, Abbi lives with her family in Alabama. She can often be found hiding in her office pretending to write while actually watching episodes of Buffy on Netflix. If she’s not in a Vampire Slayer mood she can be found watching Friday Night Lights. But please do not tell her husband. He has no idea she isn’t always hard at work.
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Number Thirteen by Bella Jewel Cover Reveal

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Title: Number Thirteen

Author: Bella Jewel

Expected Release Date: March 17, 2014

Genre: Dark Romance

**AUTHOR NOTE – This is NOT a BDSM Romance**

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20879280-number-thirteen?ac=1

Synopsis:

We’re thirteen girls, captive, slave to our master.
A master we’ve never seen.
Obedience will become all we know in our shallow existence. It is the only emotion we’re permitted to feel.
When we’re bad, we’re punished. When we’re good, we’re rewarded.
Our scars run deep. Yet we survive, because we have to…
because HE teaches us to.
All of us are special, we feel it with everything we are.
He has us for a reason, but it’s a reason we don’t know.
We’ve never seen his face, but we know that something deeply broken lies beneath the darkness. With every touch, with every punishment, we know it.
Then something changed.
He showed me who he truly is.
Now I want him.
I’ll go against everything I know to be with him.

A monster.

My monster.

Loving him is a sin, but a sinner I am. I won’t stop until I see every part of him. Even the parts he keeps locked deep down inside.

I am Number Thirteen, and this is my story.
No one said it was pretty, or right, but it’s mine

Prologue:

My boots crunch in the yellow autumn leaves as I walk towards the schoolyard. I didn’t want to come today, but Momma told me I had no choice. She said school is for smart kids, and if I don’t go, then how am I ever going to get smart? I could get smart, the man on the television tells me everything I need to know. But she claims that I can’t make friends with the man on the television, that the only way to make friends is to go to school. I could have told her that I don’t need friends to be successful, but she’d only tell me I’m being silly.

So I came to school.

I didn’t tell her that there are bullies here, or that every day they push me around and shove me into lockers. That would make me sound weak, and now that my dad is working, and my brother is away because he didn’t like the school here, I’ve had to become the man of the house. There’s no room for weakness.

Momma tells me bullies pick on the kids who are victims. I think she’s wrong. I’m not a victim; I’m just a kid. They pick on me because I’m different. I don’t look at the girls like they do; I don’t try to sneak out to parties. I’m only thirteen. I’m just there to learn, then I go home and I take care of my family, because, I’m the man of the house. Like I said.

The shrill sound of the school bell ringing, tells me I’m late. I pick up into a jog, rounding the corner and into the schoolyard. It’s a cool winter day, and I have to pinch my coat together to stop it from flapping in the icy breeze. I can see the students piling in the front doors, and I turn my jog into a run. I’m focusing so heavily on the doors, that I don’t see them. A strong hand lashes out, catching hold of my sleeve and tugging me into the alleyway that runs down beside my school.

I always knew this alley was dangerous. My body is slammed against a hard wooden fence, and I set eyes on my bullies. Four of them. They’re all bigger than me, all of them on the football team. They’re from a few grades up, and they’ve just turned sixteen. The leader of the group, Marcel, steps forward first. He scrunches his nose in disgust, as if I’ve just dragged myself out of a gutter, as if I’m offending him. He leans in close, and I can smell cigarettes on his breath.

Smoking is not cool.

“You’ve been trying to avoid me, Will. Did you really think you could hide at home with Mommy, and never have to come out again?”

I stare at him, wondering why he chose me to pick on. I didn’t even know his name until he flagged me down and shoved my head down a toilet six months ago. I was just a kid, keeping my head down, studying and learning like I should. Now here I am, pressed against a fence, wondering why they decided I was good enough to take extra special effort to attack. I don’t bother answering him; it’ll only make him worse. My answers won’t make a difference. If I answer, I’m wrong. If I don’t answer,

I’m wrong.

“Are you fucking mute, you little cunt?” My body jerks. I hate that word, it’s so…vulgar. I let my eyes move to the four other guys standing like protective pack animals around Marcel. I don’t know their names; they’re not significant enough. The tall boy with orange hair looks nervous, like he knows what’s about to happen could put him in a world of trouble – but he’s still here, still making the choice to stay. The other two guys are stony faced, and fully aware of their part in this attack. I still don’t answer him. If I just let them beat me, it’ll go away quicker.

“You’re a freak, Will, do you know that?” Marcel hisses, leaning in closer.

Of course I know that. I wouldn’t be pinned against a fence if I didn’t know that.

Bullies are so dumb. Marcel raises his fist, and brings it down over my face, cracking my nose so hard blood spurts onto his shirt. I don’t cry out, because that’s what he wants, but the pain radiating through my head is nearly enough to make me beg. Nearly. Marcel takes hold of my shirt, and his grey eyes scan my face. He’s panting, as though I’ve shoved him into an alley and challenged him. Like this is my fault. The world is twisted like that, and it’s a lesson I’ve learned the hard way.

“You know,” he growls, locking eyes with me. “I heard my girl saying how handsome you were the other day. Do you know how much it sucks to have my girl saying that a freak is handsome? Especially a freak that’s only what? Thirteen years old?

Your dick would be no bigger than a tube of damned lipstick, yet she thinks you’re handsome!”

I wouldn’t know how much it sucks to have a girl say that, because I don’t have a girl. Again, bullies are dumb.

“Don’t answer me, you little twerp. It doesn’t matter. I will make sure by the time you leave this alley; you’re not handsome anymore. I won’t have my competition being some little weasel that can’t even speak.”

I taste blood filling my mouth, and my nose is pounding so heavily I’m almost sure I can hear my own heart in my head. I don’t take my eyes from Marcel. They say look danger right in the eye; it gives you power and strength. I don’t feel powerful right now, in fact, I don’t really feel anything. Someone like me doesn’t fight, I’m the underdog, and underdogs are weak. Everyone knows it. Marcel reaches into his back pocket, and pulls out a pocket knife. The heart that feels like it’s in my head begins thumping even harder. I try not to show fear, I try to stand tall and take what he dishes out with strength, but that’s not so easy when your attacker is waving around a pocket knife.

“She said it was your eyes,” he begins, lazily tracing circles on his palm with the blade. “She said they’re the most stunning eyes she’s ever seen. Like the ocean.”

I didn’t know my eyes were like the ocean.

He takes hold of my shirt, yanking me close. “No one is more appealing to my girl, than me.”

They say bad things happen in slow motion, they’re right. I feel Marcel throw me down onto the floor. I feel every movement as my body slammed into the dirt. I feel his body weight coming over me, his knees pinning me down as I squirm. I feel his friend take my arms, pulling them above my head, while another puts a hand over my mouth. With my nose pouring with blood, that makes it difficult to breathe. I feel the knife ripping into my skin as I thrash my head from side to side, and I can feel the blood pouring down the sides of my face. Each time he attempts to stab me, I move and the knife only slices through the skin around my eye. My pained wails fill the alley, but no one comes to help me. No one is around in the one moment of my life that I need them.

I know what I’ll remember most about that day, and that is the moment he finally manages to drive the knife into my eye.

I don’t feel pain, not right away. Instead I hear the popping sound, as his blade pierces right through. Then I feel pressure as he twists. It’s only when he yanks it out of its socket, that I start to scream. Then the pain is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Words cannot begin to explain the horror I feel as darkness begins to invade my body. I know my face is covered in blood, because it drips down to soak my hair. I know I bite his friends hand so hard I nearly take off his finger.

I don’t know what they’re saying, or even acknowledge the moment when they run away. All I know was that I am bleeding to death in an alley, missing an eye.

Red fills my vision as the blood begins to cover every part of my face. I know I’m still screaming, even though I can’t hear it. All I can hear is an excessive ringing in my ears. I can’t even move my hands to cover my eye, in an attempt to protect the empty socket. I can do nothing but lay and scream, witnessing a pain that I’ll never witness again in my life, and wondering what I did to deserve it.

No one deserves to die.

But I do die that day.

And in my place, a monster is born.

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Bella Jewel is an Aussie girl through and through. She spent her life in Western Australia, growing up in many different areas of the state. She now currently lives in Perth with her husband, children and mass amounts of pets. She’s crazy, fun, outgoing and friendly. Writing is her passion, she started at the young age of 18 but finally got the courage up to publish, and her first novel Hell’s Knights was released in August 2013.

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Title: The One Who Loves You
Author: Sydney Simon
Release Date: TBA

Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18300160-the-one-who-loves-you

BLURB:
After a near death car accident, Siena Carson wakes up from a coma with no recollection of who she is.

Standing in front of her are two men – she has no idea who they are, or what they mean to her- but she’s certain that two separate worlds have collided.

What if these two men would do anything to make her remember what she meant to them…
Both men spend the next week talking her through her past, each secretly hoping for a future.

The choices are there.
Decisions need to be made.
Would you choose the one who loves you or the one you love?

AUTHOR INFO:

I was born and raised in Southern California, where I worked in a medley of colorful jobs. Today I am a wife, full time mom, shuttle service and student, in that order. I love pop culture and music, especially from the 70’s and 80’s. I was too busy partying through the 90’s to remember much, other than there were too many boy bands (I am grateful for JT though). I believe that things happen to everyone for reason; I hope that this path I’m on is both a learning experience and a journey fortomorrow. The One Who Loves You is my first published novel.

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Very Wicked Things (Briarcrest Academy #2) by Ilsa Madden-Mills Cover Reveal!!!

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Very Wicked Things

Book 2 of the Briarcrest Academy Series

A new adult romance from bestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills

Synopsis:

Born on the poor side of town…

Ballerina Dovey Beckham is a scholarship student at Briarcrest Academy, determined to prove she’s more than just a girl with the wrong pedigree. She does whatever it takes to succeed in her endgame, even if it means surrendering her body…but never her heart.

Until the day she meets him, and he rips apart all her well-laid plans. Suddenly, the girl everyone thought unbreakable might just shatter.

Born into wealth and privilege…

Cuba “Hollywood” Hudson is rich, spoiled, and a star football player. With his fast cars and superficial girlfriends, he lives the high-life, hiding his secrets from the world.

Until the day he meets her, and she offers him something he’s never tasted…love.

But once in a lifetime kind of love doesn’t come easy. When trust crumbles and doubts creep in, both will have to decide to either love or let go…forever.

Welcome to Briarcrest Academy, where sometimes, only the wicked survive.

Excerpt:

Cuba’s POV

Not exactly a meet-cute…

The room closed in, making me sweat. I hadn’t talked to her in over a year, and now here we were, face-
to-face. Two ex-lovers who hated each other.

I had to get away from her.

Dovey tilted her head as I stood, giving me a scathing glare. “Leaving so soon? Yeah, go ahead, cut and

run. Coward.”

I ignored her and tried to get Weinstein’s attention, to let her know she could flunk me for all I cared.

“Before you go, tell me one thing, and I’ll make sure we aren’t partners in this class. You’ll be free of me,”

she said.

“What?” I asked, my voice going all raspy, blocking all the words I wanted to say. They weren’t things

she ever needed to hear.

“Why so cruel to me? You aren’t to the other girls you date and dump. Why single me out?”

I seethed. “And it didn’t take you long to find someone else, now did it? How is Spider? Does he get you

hot like I did?”

She smirked. “He’s fine. He thinks I hung the moon. He thinks you’re an ass. I agree.”

I tightened my fists and pressed them against my thighs, swearing to myself I wasn’t responding to her

bait. I swore. She was a dangerous game I didn’t need to play.

Suddenly, her face fell. Was she recalling the last time we were together? Was she remembering how I

used to…

“I trusted you,” she whispered, all her anger seeming to be gone. The unsteadiness of her voice undid

me, sent me right over the edge of that precarious cliff I’d been hanging on to by the skin of my teeth.

Yeah, she hadn’t been the only one who’d trusted me. I’d ruined them all. Every last one. Dark thoughts

assaulted me, of the blood I had on my hands.

Snap! My pencil broke and small pieces flew across my desk and into the empty space between us.

I wanted to pummel my desk until my fists bled. I wanted to punch a hole through the wall, the floor, my

face.

Everything was my fault. Just mine.

She’d been collateral damage, the kind that breaks everyone involved. And I was sorry for it, but

sometimes you do what hurts because it’s for the best.

But she was my kryptonite, leaving me no option but to hurt her. Again.

I didn’t think about my cruel words, I just said them. “You were a curiosity, Dovey. You weren’t the usual

BA girl, and I wanted a taste. That’s all. I moved on when it got boring. Get over it.”

Author Bio

Ilsa Madden-Mills is a loving wife and mother, a loyal friend, and a teacher. When all that is done, she writes. Obsessively.

She spent several years teaching high school English, but now hangs out at home with two small kids, a neurotic cat, and her Viking husband. She collects magnets and rarely cooks except to bake her own pretzels.

When she’s not typing away at a story, you can find her drinking too much Diet Coke, jamming out to Pink, or checking on her carefully maintained chocolate stash. She loves to hear from fans and fellow authors.

Very Wicked Things is Book 2 of the BA Series.

Very Bad Things is currently available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and iBooks.

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Emi Lost & Found by Lori L. Otto New Edition Cover

 

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BOOK DESCRIPTION: 4.8 stars on Amazon! 4.67 stars on Goodreads! Emi Lost & Found series – Winner of the Best Happily Ever After of 2013 

This special edition contains Not Today, But Someday; Lost and Found; Time Stands Still; Never Look Back; and two short stories: Love, Lost and In the Mind of a Dying Man. Not Today, But Someday (prequel) Nate Wilson knows he wants Emi Hennigan from the moment he sees her. Emi knows she needs Nate after one night together. A life-long friendship is born, and a pact is made to ensure that nothing will come between them. Lost and Found (book one) After swearing off love with Emi in a silly high school pact, Nate has been seeing other women in hopes of finding one that evokes stronger feelings than the ones he’s been harboring for Emi since he was a teen. Over the span of a year, boundaries are crossed, feelings are confessed, and their unique friendship begins to blossom into something more. With a promising future ahead of them both, fate intervenes to bring two soul mates together. Time Stands Still (book two) No man could compete with Nate, Emi thought, until one night – one evening, one party, one journey, one second alters her course completely. That night, her brother’s best friend, Jack Holland, comes back into her life with a mission. In a year’s time, he slowly finds a comfortable place in Emi’s life, but only time will tell if it’s right for Emi – and enough for him. Never Look Back (book three) To say Emi’s life over the past two years has had its share of peaks and valleys is an understatement – and her friends and family would agree. In the conclusion to Emi Lost & Found, Jack guides Emi through a year of self-discovery, and teaches her that faith in true love – and in soul mates – can yield happiness from even the darkest of places. Plus two bonus short stories! Love, Lost and In the Mind of a Dying Man.

 

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Dray by Tess Oliver

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Dray (Custom Culture #3)
by
Tess Oliver

Stars: 4

Reviewed
by:
Michelle

Synopsis:

Book #3 in the Custom Culture Series.

When Cassie, the woman he loves, leaves him for a job in New York, Dray
Warner finds his life falling apart. With nothing else to lose he takes up his
friend, Barrett Mason’s, offer to head down to Mexico for some surfing and good
times. But Dray’s conscience, hot temper and extreme fighting skills hurl him
into a world of danger . . . a danger that could cost him his
life.

Cassie Carlton was sure she was making the right decision accepting
her dream job in New York. She and Dray had parted ways and while she remains
heartbroken by the break up, she needs to move on with her life. But when Cassie
learns that Dray is in trouble, she realizes she will sacrifice anything to save
him.

Review:

I’m really happy that I’ve come across the Custom Cultures series!
I’ve enjoyed reading Nix & clutch stories so much!! I love Tess Oliver  writing style…
Everything just seems to flow with her books & I love that!

Ok….
I really didn’t know what to expect reading this book…
This book was really different from the other 2 book in this series.
It just had a whole different feel to it. Dray story just seemed darker.
I like dark.. I don’t have a problem with that…

There were some things that I really liked about this book & then there were just some things that I just didn’t care for.

I’ll start off with the thing that I liked about the book.

Dray whole story.

I felt really sad & emotional about Dray in his book.
I mean I felt for him!
His story just broke my heart!
It definitely seems like he had the whole weight of the world on his shoulders.
He never seemed to catch a break. Plus too…the decisions that he made also played a big part in never catching a break.
But he diffantly  felt alone in this book!
I felt the author did a really good job making you feel what Dray was feeling.
He had it pretty ruff growing up. His only real family were his friends & the gym he worked out in.

I loved how Tess incorporates Nix & Scotlyn & Clutch & Taylor in this book. They don’t overshadow Dray story. They all just seem to work together. She gives you just enough of everyone.
I just love that! It makes you feel like your still in there lives!! And their story is continuing.

I hate that there was a part that I did to care for in this book.. But it was more of a character I didn’t care for.

Cassie….
She wasn’t really in this book I felt. Her chapter were really Blah.
Just about her photography. & how she felt that she had to go and pursue her dream job.

I’d say the last 90% of the book she was really in.
But… I felt that it was to late…
I couldn’t connect with her as I did in the other books.

I just felt it was all too rushed at the end with Dray & Cassie.
I mean.. I was happy for Dray.. But I felt Cassie should have did the chasing…
But to each it’s own…

I’m thinking there’s going to be another book in the series… Clutch’s brother…. Barrett! I’m looking forward to it!!
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Wilson Mooney Series Book Blitz

Abandoned by her mother at the vulnerable age of eight; only to be shipped off to a boarding school in Northern California by her grandparents, Wilson Mooney, is one girl who knows what it’s like to have to grow up way too fast. Now, a month away from turning eighteen and orphaned by the death of her grandparents; she knows exactly what she wants. All it takes is a spontaneous ski trip with her narcissistic roommate to Colorado, to make it a reality. When he happens to show up at a party in Aspen, Wilson becomes tangled in the powerful emotions of first love, sexual inexperience, and society’s principles. She lives a whirlwind weekend filled with newly discovered boundaries, calloused aches for a family she never had, and all the pressures of keeping their weekend together a secret.

“Is that how you see me—as your

government teacher? Because if I saw you as a student I wouldn’t be here right

now. When I look at you I see the girl I want to be with. Have since the first

day you walked into my room.” He stared at me through the huge mirror above the

sink; pain was etched in the stress lines of his face.

There was something safe about the

mirror; I didn’t crumble in his pain.

“I know where I’ve drawn my line.

There’s nobody I’ve felt this way about in my entire life and I’m scared.

Scared of what you might think, how it all feels, and I’m scared of being hurt.

Max, seeing you with that girl—hurt.” Tears sped down my cheeks, “Why do you

want to be with me?” I whispered. I was

seventeen and inexperienced; she was his

age and worldly.

“You

really don’t see it? When I am with you I can’t keep my head from swimming and

my heart from pounding so hard it feels like it’s going to burst from my chest.

You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life. You are so smart; I

finally feel alive when I am with you. I want to be with you because nobody has

ever made me feel the way you do.” He stood behind me, his

body pressed against my back.

Chained by unfortunate timing and restricted by society’s expectations, every choice Wilson and Max make becomes pivotal to their future together.
Eager to take their relationship to the next level, Wilson returns to Aspen with Max to celebrate her eighteenth birthday. When an uncontrollable situation leads to a split-second decision, both will be tested like never before. Butterflies will soar, hearts will clash, and Wilson’s relationship with Max will spin into a silken cocoon with choices that seem too impossible to overcome.
Could it be…uncovering the deep ache that lays dormant in their hearts will become the real threat to their forbidden love? Or will the pressures of keeping their relationship a secret be too much to bear?

He (Max)

reached for me and pulled at my sweater. As he caught me by my bicep I felt his

heat scorch my skin. I froze, unable to continue down the hall; he wasn’t

letting go. He pulled me back and turned me around. I spun to him, my hands

balanced on his chest. I didn’t look up at him.

“Wilson, don’t do this,” he whispered.

I took a deep breath and lifted myself onto my tiptoes. My head rose and I met

his salty, lost lips. I pressed against his mouth, my tears flooding down my

cheeks meeting our goodbye kiss. He pushed for more, but I pulled away; a cold,

damp chill poured into the space between us.

“Goodbye, Max,” I choked as I turned

and walked away from him.

I felt Max’s eyes burning across my

back. I knew he was watching me leave. I didn’t want to glance back, but I did.

He looked shattered. I caused a huge wreck—one big enough to alter our worlds

forever.

Max Goldstein has been confronted by death, betrayal, and unwanted expectations. He must work to find the delicate balance of a love that has been tested and a family that has been broken. Returning to the warmth of Wilson’s arms, he finds the only place he can be truly healed. Unfortunately, teetering on the edge of losing everything he’s ever wanted, Max must make decisions that pull at his sense of responsibility and push at his desire to protect the life he’s found with Wilson.

When Wilson Mooney is thrust into adulthood, she never expects her childhood demons to come knocking. Struggling to balance the delicate nature of her relationship with Max and the burning sting of betrayal; Wilson realizes she must dig deep within her soul to find forgiveness. Will she allow circumstances out of her control to shape her future? Or will she find the strength and maturity to go beyond eighteen and have the life she desires with the man she loves?

Will Wilson and Max ever get to have their happily ever after?

“You like that?” Max answered as his

fingers moved faster between my legs. All I could do was nod. I didn’t want to

climax this way. I didn’t want to reach the top without him. I wanted to feel

him. I wanted us to climb there together. But it was too late. He had me riding

the wave of euphoria as it became something instinctual, carnal within me. I

was about to explode when he stopped, pulled his hand out from my panties,

turned me around, and kissed me hard as he shuffled me over to the bed. The

back of my legs met the edge of the mattress. His arms that were once wrapped

protectively around my back were gone before he pushed me back onto the bed.

“Tell me how bad you want me. Tell me

how much you need me,” Max narrowed his emerald eyes. His tousled black hair

was a perfect mix with his eyelashes as he blinked.

“I need you. God, you don’t know how

much I need you to make love to me. Please make love to me,” I breathed as I

lifted my hips and pulled my panties down to my ankles.

Max slipped his hands around his waist,

and in one motion, dragged off his pants and boxers. He leaned over and grabbed

my feet, pulling them off the bed, which caused my lower body to collide with

him.

“I’m going to make love to you real

slow,” he sighed before he pulled my ankle up to his lips. Our eyes met as I

watched him drag his lips down the inside of my leg to my knee. Goose bumps

spread across every inch of my flesh as the edges of his hair tickled and poked

at my skin. My nipples erect, my hips automatically swayed as the space between

my legs begged for him, any part of him. I reached out for something, meeting

only air; my fingers stretched to tangle in his thick onyx hair. I just needed

to pull him down against me.

God, I

want to tell him he’s my…everything. He is the salt in my ocean, the sweet

dream that saves me from nightmares, and the breath that feeds me oxygen.

By day Gretchen teaches computers, by night she dawns the cloak of motherhood, wifehood, and authorship. She is making her way through self-publishing and is truly learning to let go with every curve and bump in the creative process. She enjoys writing about first loves and first times, in the first person. She is a firm believer that anything is possible if you set your mind to it; and what you expect out of life, always finds a way of showing up.
Gretchen happily lives in Northern California with her amazing husband, their three terrific boys, her talented mother, one goofy black lab, one crazy kitty, and eight happy chickens. Even though it sounds like it, she doesn’t live on a farm.

INTERVIEW


 Interview Questions from Fans of the Wilson Mooney Series.

You asked…and they answered…I caught up with Wilson Mooney, Max Goldstein and Max’s mom Nancy Goldstein in late September.

Now that The Wilson Mooney Series has wrapped up and finally come to an end, people are curious about what’s going on in the lives of some of their favorite characters.

Wilson, Max and Nancy were gracious enough to sit down and answer your questions. They opened up with some real honest responses, let their guards down to some pretty vulnerable moments, and spoke candid about some really tough events in their lives.


Wilson, will you ever ski again? 

Ahhh, no, I don’t think so. Wrecking on a bunny slope is one thing, but then to be dragged down the hill behind a snowmobile? Let’s just say, it wasn’t my sport.


Max. Did you hesitate to give your job up for Wilson? 

Not for one second. I’m not saying that I didn’t love my job. I loved being a teacher. I valued the dedication and time that I put into it. But when I thought I was going to lose Wilson, nothing else mattered to me. I can always find another job…I won’t find another Wilson. 


And Wilson, did you contemplate telling Max not to leave his job for you? 

Well, at first I was totally shocked! As stupid as this may sound, I never thought about him ever being anything but a teacher. He’s very passionate about teaching, so when he told me he resigned, I worried that he would resent me for having to make that decision. I won’t lie, it scared the hell out of me.


Max. What was it about Wilson, in detail that allowed you to display your feelings for her? I mean, you obviously had them, and we are aware of when you made them known. But you were risking SO much. What was it about Wilson that made you sure enough of her and your feelings for her to make your feelings known, to her, and you family and ultimately, everyone? 

I think it was Wilson’s spirit; her determination to turn her life into something more than a victim of her circumstances. When I would watch her move she’d own her space, if that makes sense? She seemed so sure of herself. Even if it was bullshit, she never let on…not to me. So, I needed to know her; I wanted to have that part of her that made me feel alive again, complete. Was it a risk? Sure, but to me…the idea of never taking a chance with her, outweighed the risk of losing everything I had. I think I’ve paid enough in my life, for not making my desires known. I wasn’t gonna make that mistake again.


Max: BOXERS? BRIEFS? COMMANDO?

 Boxer Briefs


Wilson: Was there an instant attraction to Wayne? 

Well, come on, who wouldn’t wanna look at him. He’s gorgeous. No, really, I like Wayne, he is super sweet, and I hope he finds a nice girl. I was feeling it for Max, when I met Wayne. Isn’t that just the way it works sometimes? I wasn’t looking then suddenly, pow…all these guys are interested. The last thing I heard about Wayne was that he moved to Tahoe in California.


Wilson.. When you meet Max’s family you felt an instant bond. Why do you think you felt so connected?

 Hmmm, good question. I think I bonded with Nancy immediately because she was the mother I never had. She was the stability and strength I longed for but never got from my birth mom, Candi. I think the bond that developed between Frank and I stemmed from the desire to have a father figure in my life. If I could picture anyone I wanted for my father it would be him. Even with Max telling me how much pressure he got from his dad…he still had a dad. When I’m with Max’s family, I feel like I finally found home.

Max.. What made you finally give Wilson your phone number? 

I grew a pair; no, just kidding. I can’t tell you how many times I rehearsed in my head, how I was going to make a move. I was scare shitless. No really, I kept looking for moments where I could slip her my number. Even though she’d flirt with me, I was concerned she didn’t feel the same way, and I didn’t wanna come off creepy or anything. So that day Calvin had called me and was telling him about how her grandfather just passed away, and how she was all alone now. He was so tired of me talking about her, he said, just give her a note with your number, tell her if she needs to talk, call you. Changing my name on the note to Matt Gladstone…well, that was my idea.

Wilson.. Do you think the bond between Max’s mom and yourself will be the same? 

I sure hope so. I love Nancy, and even when I was hurt by her words, she wasn’t saying anything but the truth at that time. Nancy really is an amazing woman and we grow closer every day. I adore her.


Wilson: What’s it like to kiss Max?

 I knew this question was coming. Wouldn’t you like to know! LOL…No, seriously, kissing Max is like being swathed in my favorite blanket. He’s the perfect warmth, with just enough chill. He’s a hint of Aspen, with a splash of California. When Max presses his lips to mine, and his scent swarms around my head, all the sparks going off in every inch of my body collect low in my stomach…Truthfully, Kissing Max feels like I’m home. Yeah, he’s my home.


Wilson and Max. Since skiing and ice skating never seem to work out well.. Have you thought of vacationing somewhere sunny?

Wilson: Ah, yeah, I want to go to Hawaii, Max keeps saying it’s overrated. He wants to take me to the Bahamas, we’ll see.


Max. Who is Matt Gladstone or how did you come up with that name? 

I knew this question was going to come up. It was my attempt at being sly, and if Wilson would have got it sooner…She would have known it was me, my initials, as someone else’s name. Matt Gladstone, didn’t exist.


Ms. Goldstein.. How do you feel about Max dating Wilson? 

Oh, gollie, a question for me. Heavens, I’ve been so wrapped up in listening to Maxi and Wilson, I didn’t realize someone would want to ask me anything…so, how do I feel about Maxie and Wilson dating? I couldn’t be happier. Wilson makes my son happy, I couldn’t ask for a better fit for my son and I absolutely adore her. Sure, 


Were you hurt to find out that Max and Wilson lied to you? 

I’ve put my foot in my mouth before with some of the things I’ve said, but it wouldn’t be honest if I didn’t say I wasn’t hurt by the way they went about their relationship. Under the circumstances, I understand why they did it. I wasn’t happy, but I understand. 


How are you doing since you husband’s death? 

Thanks for asking. Some days are harder than others. I have good and bad moments. Some days I miss him so much I can’t get out of bed, and there are days where it’s the exact thing that gets me up in the morning. It can be lonely, thinking about little things only he and I shared, and not having anyone to talk about them with. I’ve had to adjust to life without him and that is so hard. But I am determined to be here for my family.


MAX: What attracted you to Wilson…her being your student and all? 

I remember the very first time she walked into my class…my world stopped. She walked up, slid into the seat directly in front of me. I remember tripping over my words and wondering if she could see my heart slam in my chest. It was instant for me. It was like…my life came walking into the room and announced…I’m here! I know that sounds corny, even unbelievable. But it’s true. She has this confidence about her, a strength that I was instantly drawn to. She wasn’t like any other girl I’d met before;she seemed so much older than her calendar age. Even women I met closer to my age didn’t hold a match to Wilson. I don’t know…could it have been that we both had a broken past that needed to healed? Maybe…but when she showed up in Aspen…I knew it was meant to be.


Max: What’s the last song you listened to on your ipod? 

Run Right Back, by The Black Keys.


Wilson: If you really loved Max how could you have kissed Nick WTH were you thinking? 

Well, obviously I wasn’t thinking and I love Max more than anything in this world. All I can say was that I was pretty messed up, scared, and got caught up in the whole lot of bad…fast. It’s not an excuse, I made a terrible mistake. 


How are you going to build that trust back? 

Well, one moment at a time. Max is my first real boyfriend, first real love…hell, he’s my first real everything. So I hope with time, conversations, and understanding, hopefully, he will grow to trust me again.


Max.. Tell us something about yourself that would surprise us. 

I actually love to cook, and because Wilson hates it…it works out perfectly! 


So if it works out perfectly, what is your favorite thing you like to cook for Wilson? 

Breakfast in bed!


Max.. Do you think your father would have been more understanding about your relationship with Wilson? Or would you mom have handled it better if your father hadn’t just died? 

My dad would have been pissed at me for upsetting my mother and hurting my career. But, with that, he already had a soft spot for Wilson. I guess I’ll never really know. And I truly believe that my mom would have handled the whole situation better if my dad hadn’t died.


Max, can you forgive Calvin for his betrayal about your relationship? with Wilson?

 Yes, I have. Cal doesn’t handle pressure very well. He tends to fly off the handle…a lot. But we talked and well, he’s my brother.


Gretchen, what inspired you to write Wilson Mooney? 

I was in a real emotionally heavy section of Hindsight is 20/20 when Wilson came busting into my head…and from that day forth, I had to write her story. It was such a light moment…I had to find out what was going to happen to her and I am sure glad I did.