The sound of that familiar voice made my heart beat a little quicker, but I took a deep steadying breath before I turned to look. When I did, I had the vague thought that I should have taken another breath for all the good that it did me. Nothing could have prepared me for the reaction I had when I saw Kandice, the girl who has been my best friend for as long as I could remember, waiting for me on the other side of the glass. The summer, as exciting as it had been, had also brought dangerous new revelations.
Namely that I, Rebekah Rodgers, had a crush on my best friend; my very straight, very heterosexual, no signs of anything gay at all, best friend.
What was I going to do?
It has been MONTHS since my last update here and for that I apologize. Life has a certain way of smacking you over the head. There are many things in the works for past and future series including the work I am doing on my first novel length work.
Open Road Series
I have been busily working on my debut novella series to expand. This will mean more goodness for you all to read as well as a third book in the series.
Bound in Blood Series
The second novella had a bit of a teaser at the end leading into the third book in that series. It is one that will expand upon Patrick’s past as well as the universe itself.
Novel length works
There are two books coming in the pipeline that I will be sending out newsletter updates on. I have been busy as a little bee with working on these while trying not to freeze in this Midwest weather. Now that things are heating up, expect many more updates and teasers as well as possibly a few early cover reveals.
Stick with me. Our wild ride has only just begun!
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Love’s Choices November 2015
Allison is a very successful single mother, unless you count her inability to find love. Perhaps it would help if she stopped comparing all of her potential partners to Celia, her son’s long-time babysitter. She is dead set on keeping her feelings for the other woman a secret until a late-night conversation launches her into a quest to help Celia discover where her sexuality lies.
As much as Allison enjoys helping the other woman, inside and outside the bedroom, she knows that things can’t possibly last forever. Will she have the strength to let Celia go?
I hope all of my U.S. readers had an amazing Halloween. A bottle of pumpkin beer and a few
bags pieces of candy were how I spent my cold evening. It was nice to relax in my favorite sweatshirt and watch movies that will give me nightmares for days to come. Blood Rising is out now so go pick up your copy and as always, check back to get info about my upcoming releases.
I wasn’t expecting her to move with me, nor was I expecting the harsh push of cool lips against my own.
The sensation wasn’t near as electrifying as the scent of Anna’s blood from earlier, but it wasn’t unpleasant and I let myself fall into it. It had been a long while since I had kissed anyone and my mind raced trying to remember any tips or tricks that would make it more enjoyable for my partner. Anthea pulled back with a sly smile. One of her hands had buried itself in my hair while the other clutched at my hip. My own hands had remained paralyzed awkwardly in my lap.
“It’s alright to touch. I won’t break apart like some frail human,” Anthea said with a smirk before pulling my head towards hers once again.
I went with the motion moving my hands from my lap to her shoulders. The last partner I had had was a guy and other than vague dreams and fantasies, I had never actually taken a female lover. The feeling of Anthea’s tongue at my lips made me part them in response and I moaned as she laid siege confidently burning all thoughts from my mind. Our tongues dueled, thrusting and sliding against one another in a passionate dance. My hands moved from her shoulders to bury themselves in her thick wavy hair, fingers scratching lightly at her scalp. When she pulled back again, I couldn’t help but try to follow with a soft whine. I opened my eyes in time to see her lips curve into a wicked smile.
“Let’s kick this up a notch, shall we.”
I cocked my head confused by her words. “What do you—“
My voice abruptly halted as she bit deeply into the sun-dipped skin of her lips. I took an involuntary breath in, senses reeling at the sight of crimson liquid welling up from the cut. I wanted to run away, but even more, I wanted to feed. My gaze was transfixed on the blood as she moved closer until with a groan, our lips met again the blood allowing them to slide along with less friction.
The sounds of the club melted away until I heard nothing; not the people talking and laughing, not even the wet sounds of our lips as the blood spread between them. I tried to keep my lips closed, body shaking as I fought against that need to taste.
If not for the creek of the door, I might have remained unnoticed. When the woman turned and pierced me with her sharp gaze, I felt a bolt of sensation run through me. At that moment, I knew I was in trouble. The world around me grew silent. I could barely feel the wood grain of the door frame under my fingertips as I gripped it tightly. The other woman hadn’t moved, silently staring at me with shock clear on her face.
“Who are you?”
Who am I? Who was I?
At that moment I did not know. All I knew was the scent of her, soft and cloying in its sweetness as it traveled towards me. I could feel my body make a half aborted move as if wanting to lurch over to her, but I dug my nails into wood to halt the motion.
It was overwhelming and exciting and terrifying all at once, and I knew then and there why I had remained at the hospital for so long. My control wasn’t strong enough for this. I could not resist, and what was worse, I didn’t want to. My teeth itched with the need to sink into her mahogany skin and taste that scent upon my tongue.
“Who are you?”
I could see her mouth the question again and she dropped her hand from the top of the towel to her side as if preparing to move.
The sound of my voice seemed to startle us both as it rang out loudly in the otherwise silent room. The other woman narrowed her eyes, gaze turned suspicious in an instant.
“Gabriel!” I shouted. “Jacob!” I needed them to come quickly before I lost control.
The woman never turned away. I saw her grip on the towel tighten as if shielding herself from me. “You’re…you’re a fucking vampire.”
She spit the word out, it hitting me like a dagger to the heart. For the first time since waking up I felt ashamed of what I now was, never mind the fact that I didn’t even know who she was. All that mattered was her look of abject disgust at being anywhere near me.
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I glanced over at Gabriel briefly, but said nothing in return. It was all too much; too bright, too loud and too many smells all rolled together into one cornucopia of fuckery. I almost asked to be led back to my little room where I could write in my journal and never again have to face the fact that walking by the nursery made my jaws itch with hunger. That was a side of myself that I never wanted to visit again.
“It gets better,” Gabriel reassured me. He squeezed my hand hard enough that I looked over at him with a question on my lips. “It’s jarring at first isn’t it; your desire for blood that seems to overwhelm your entire being?”
I swallowed against my tide of hunger and gave him a small nod. It seemed to be enough for him and we continued on past the nursery wing and towards the exit. I could hear new noises coming from outside the double doors and with a deep breath; I prepared to rejoin the world again.
“Oh,” I let out an involuntary sound of wonder as my senses expanded. Stepping outside, the first thing I felt was warmth from the sun. It was not unlike the sensation when Jacob touched me and I felt such amazement. The smell of freshly cut grass was overwhelmingly pleasant and if not for the fact that we were still moving, I might have dropped down to the ground in order to envelope myself in it until the scent was imprinted upon my memory. “It’s amazing.”
Jacob walked past Gabriel and me, gifting me with a wide happy smile that I eagerly returned. “I’ll go get the car,” he said softly before jogging away. I continued to gaze at the world with child-like wonder. Never before had the colors looked so crisp and clear. I looked up into the sky and saw birds flying by, their feathers easily discernible thanks to my now enhanced vision.
“So beautiful,” I whispered. I felt Gabriel again squeeze my hand, and somehow I knew he agreed with my description of the world. Suddenly, things didn’t seem so bad after all.
If only things could have stayed that way.