It is gorgeous outside and I’m feeling great. Today for the very first Musical Monday, I wanted to share a song I’m addicted to right now. Gravity by Sara Bareilles. It is an amazing ablum. Highly recommend it!
A Beautiful Day
Warning!
So I have decided to put up the next chapter of my book.
*Warning*
Graphic content to follow. If you are offended easily or do not like anything about romance books, then do not proceed. Do not pass go. Do not collect 200 dollars. And do not continue reading.
Without further ado…
Chapter Two
“Maggie did you get me those quotes from Mr. Evans?” Aubri yells from her office.
“The florist?” Maggie yells back.
“The one and only.” Aubri has been on the phone all day calling every vendor in her book, calling in her favors and so far everyone has said they can get it done in the short amount of time. She has meetings lined up for all the next week to go over details. Looking down at her calendar she notices she will be extremely busy for Leif’s wedding. She needs to make sure that she doesn’t ignore her other clients just because of all the attention Leif’s will demand of her.
Maggie waltzes in with her red hair now in a pony tail. Aubri’s assistant is the best one she has ever had. She stays on top of things and brings a stress relief when ever she can tell Aubri is about to scream. However, her wardrobe is something to be desired. To put it in plain terms, she is eclectic. Dressing in a style that Aubri would never try.
Then again Maggie was twenty three.
Maggie sets the quote sheet on the desk and sits heavily in the chair by the desk. “I’m pooped. I think I’ll head home.”
Aubri looks up from her notebook. “What time is it?”
“Almost eleven.” Maggie leans back in the chair, tilting her head back closing her eyes.
“I had no idea.” Aubri states gather her stuff together. “You can come in tomorrow at about eleven.”
“That’s why you’re my favorite boss.” Maggie smiles at her getting up.
“Thanks. See you tomorrow.”
No wonder Aubri’s body feels exhausted. She rarely stays this late. Not even when she was first starting out. Did she even eat dinner? She can’t remember.
She gathers up her purse and turns off all the lights on her way out of the office. Once she gets home she heads straight for the bathroom to have a calming bath before bed. While the tub fills she grabs a book off her night stand and pours a glass of red wine. A book and a glass of wine is a perfect way to end any day.
She eases herself into the tub feeling the heat relax her muscles instantly. She leans her head back onto the pillow and closes her eyes. Leif’s face immediately flashes across her mind. The glimpses of his violet eyes have haunted her all day. Is she going mad or did she actually see it?
She opens up her eyes to get rid of the image and turns to her book, hoping to distract herself. But it doesn’t work. She keeps picturing his face in place of the male lead. Frustrated, she puts the book back down and gets out of the tub. She can’t think of her client like that. There has to be some rule some where that it is wrong.
She changes for bed and slides into her normal spot, the left side of her queen size bed. Exhaustion finally takes over and she falls asleep.
Aubri looks around and realizes she is in a park in Girard Park. She isn’t wearing her normal suits, but a sun dress and flip flops. Confused she glances around and notices the park is empty, which is weird because it is a sunny warm day. Normally there are families and people running on the paths. She continues to look around and sees Leif walking towards her. Flustered, she smoothes out her dress and makes sure her hair looks all right.
“What are you doing here?” He asks coming closer.
She eyes him carefully as he approaches. He is wearing some kaki shorts and a white short sleeved button up. He looks even better then when he had come into her office earlier. “Not sure.” She says looking around again.
“Hmm… That’s not good.” He smirks coming within inches of her.
Her breath catches in throat. “What’s not good?” she squeaks out.
He raises an eyebrow. “Not knowing how you come to be in a place. Are you sure you’re well?”
She clears her throat, trying to get rid of the lump in her throat. “I felt fine earlier. But now I’m not so sure.”
He gives a small chuckle, eyeing her.
“What’s so funny?” She places her hands on her hips and looks into his eyes. She gives a gasp taking a step back.
“What?”
“Your eyes.” She points.
“What about them?” He smiles showing off his perfect white teeth.
“They are violet.” Maybe she really is dreaming. She shakes herself, and even tries to pinch herself.
His mouth turns down. “What are you doing?”
“Trying to wake up.” She pinches herself again and gives out a squeak of pain.
He smiles again, amusement reflecting in his very violet eyes. “You think you’re dreaming?”
She nods, trying to pinch herself one more time, only to encounter pain.
“Well, if this is a dream…” He walks forward slowly and grabs her shoulders pulling her close. She presses up against him, feeling the big bulge in his pants against her abdomen. He lowers his head, so their mouths are just a breath away. He moves his hand to her back holding her in place.
She is torn between fighting against him to become free or closing in the distance between their mouths. As if reading her mind, he leans in pressing his lips to hers. She immediately goes weak and the only thing holding her up is his arms around her. He parts her lips with his tongue and deepens the kiss further. Her arms involuntarily move up to his neck pulling him closer. He responses back with a soft moan, moving his hand down her back to right above her bottom.
There is too much between them, she thinks. She wants nothing there but skin, to feel his hands on her naked body.
She reaches down to pull apart his shirt, spraying buttons everywhere. He moves his arms so the shirt can be taken off. When he brings his hands back they lift up her dress over her head. Not caring that they are in a very public place, she presses her exposed breasts to his very naked upper body. Their mouths converge again with more force and passion then before. They both want more.
She breaks the kiss. “We can’t do this.” She whispers breathlessly.
“Why not?” He asks between kisses trailing down her neck.
She gives an involuntary moan of pleasure. “You’re my client.
He continues to kiss her neck all the way down to her erect nipple. She throws her head back the moment his mouth sucks on it hard.
Aubri gasps as she sits up in bed. Her heart is racing a mile a minute. Was that actually a dream? If so, that was the most vivid one she has ever had. Taking a deep breathe, she lays back down forcing herself to go back to sleep.
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Leif wakes up with a start. Why did his dream feature the wedding planner of all people? He had just met her that morning. Normally his erotic dreams involve some model that has been hanging around recently or his latest fancy. But her? She was so plain, there was nothing special about her, at least that he could see during their meeting. Then again, she did have some very interesting books in her shelves, ones that really showed her intelligence, and hunger for life. Then there was the way that she got irritated with him instead of falling all over herself to accommodate him.
Confused he lays back down trying to go back to sleep, but it doesn’t work. He is just laying there in the dark staring up at the ceiling. Convinced he won’t be able to get back to sleep he gets up and goes to his office determined to get some work done, now that he is awake. He stares down at his latest project trying to focus on what needs to be done. He takes his pencil and protractor making a few corrections and additions. After a few minutes he looks down at his work and realizes he really hasn’t done anything. Frustrated he throws his pencil down and stares.
Aubri’s face keeps flashing in his mind, the look she gave him, the feel of her hands on his bare skin. Just thinking about her makes him uncomfortably hard.
He shakes himself. What is he thinking? He is getting married and he doesn’t even know this women, Aubri. He needs to get her out of his mind. He needs to take a cold shower, is really what he needs, to relieve some of this strain that has formed in his pajama pants.
He walks to the bathroom and turns on the cold water. He strips quickly and stands under the water letting the effects take over his body. He leans his head against the wall letting the water hit him. After a few minutes his cock finally goes down. He steps out of the shower and towels off. Convinced he can’t get any more work done, he attempts to go back to bed.
Happiness
- I just got all the paperwork back from the bank to sign off on getting the loan started to buy our rent house. It is actually going to happen this time. I will be a home owner in a month or so. If I don’t pass out first from all the fees and signing paperwork.
- My friend from TX is actually coming to visit me this weekend. Which means I have to clean my house and everything ready for a house full of people.
- I made the best quesadillas Monday night. Everyone was raving about them. I didn’t realize how easy it was to make. Now I can be creative with it and put my own spin on it. Yeah!!
- I updated My Book page so it is more organized. Now you can see what books I’m working on, their synopsis, and what chapters I have posted so far. I like it so far. It is better then that really long one where all four chapters were up.
- The weather is finally getting warmer so I can start running again. I know I’m a wimp, but I just couldn’t run in the cold.
- I came across this picture of my grandmother and me on my computer. It makes me sad and happy at the same time. It was the last time I saw her before she died.
What are your happy thoughts?
Oh Really
Here is the first ever Themed day.
Today’s Writing Prompt will be a picture:
Give the cats a diaologue to what the fight is about or how it got that way.
Running on Empty
I have no motivation to write, blog, clean, go to rehearsal, or call people on the phone. I don’t know if it is just the medication or what. But I think I’m going to take a chapter out of Rachie Ann’s book and do some themed days (besides my Happy Thoughts), and hopefully from there I will be inspired to write something else.
So here is the line up.
- Musical Mondays – post up a scene from one of my fav musicals or a music video of a band I just found or love.
- Writing Wednesdays – Writing Prompts!! Participation encouraged…
- Happy Thought Thursdays
- Five Things Friday – Each week I will list five things you don’t know about me or something going on in my life or frusterations, anything really.
I hope this will get me back in the grove of things.
Chapter two of the romance book may or may not be put up later this week. I haven’t decided if I want to password protect it yet. It is just really juicy…
*Sneeze*
The cold is almost gone, and I am back to work. Well, at least semi functioning. The meds they have me one make me loopy and tired all the time.
This weekend was crazy, with me sleeping and Hubby working. Then come to find out Hubby was having problems blinking his right eye, and the left side of his mouth was not cooperating.
He of course only tells me about the cold sores and that his mouth is swollen. He tells his mom and she freaks out. She proceeds to call me asking if we are on the way to the hospital, did I call an ambulance, is Hubby okay.
I have no idea what she talking about, so I call Hubby and check in with him. He explains to me what is going on with him and that he is going to the doctor. By this time it is after 5, so he either has to go to the emergency room or go to an after hours clinic.
I ask him if he wants me to go with him and he says he is already on his way.
Well, I have dinner reservations with my friend for the night and a movie date with her as well (Alice and Wonderland! I wasn’t going to let a cold keep me away from that), so I contiue to get ready.
Hubby meets us at the resturant and tells me he has Bell’s Palsey. It is not permanent, but he needs to keep an eye on it as well as take medication for the next 2 weeks or so. They think he got it because of the cold sores and now has to take herpie medication along with his other stuff.
We haven’t gone to the doctor in over 3 years, and now in one day we both go. I get a shot in the butt of cortezone and he gets herpie medication. What a weekend…
Also, I was thinking of posting up the second chapter to the romance book, but it is a little graphic. So I was thinking I should put a password on it. Thoughts?
Happy Thoughts
Okay, I’m home sick today and decided to do something different. Now, I look like crap, so be nice.
Wordless Wednesday
Our most recent concert.
The Hubby!
Finally Some Logic
I’ve been meaning to write this post all last week, but unfortunately I was really busy with work.
Remember all the crap that has been on going with my brother? Well, it just a whole lot better.
Mostly for the fact that my mother has finally heard me and realized I was not making up stuff. That I really am making an effort; by calling him, texting, showing up at his work to drop off his mail, and try to make plans with him to get together. But alas nothing has worked. He blows me off or says he is too busy at the moment.
Then the best news my mother ever told me, he actually fessed up to being the one that hasn’t been able to get together, because he has been too busy with wedding stuff.
Well, I kind of heard that story last year. But then it was about that he was newly engaged and had to meet her family. But every single weekend for almost a year? Hmmm….whatever. He promised that he would try to make it better and we agreed on getting together once a month. It has just been pending on his schedule.
I talked about it all with my mother and she said that there is nothing really I can do, but just wait it out. I did mention to her that I will only wait around so long before I get seriously annoyed and don’t really want him around as much as I used to. Where I am not confiding in him or believe we are as close as we used to be.
I don’t know if it is him or what his fiance is telling him what to say or do. Some things just don’t sound like him, and others do. We used to be so close. But now, with the way things are going…I’m not sure how to handle it.
If he were just a friend I would have stopped trying months ago. Once a friend keeps telling me no to invitations, I stop inviting that person. And eventually we stop talking, because I am usually the one who makes all the efforts. Then after about a year, I write it down as a learning experience on my part and move on. But he is my brother and I’m not sure how to handle this growing need to just stop talking to him, not invite him to things, and not tell him anything that happens in my life.
I don’t know if it is because I want to get back at him for doing this to me or if it is from my routine with distant growing friends.
All I know, is that I am hoping that it will get at least a little better after the wedding. Highly doubtful though, unfortunately.
One More For The Road
I found another awesome writing prompt that involves excuses. I love it!!
You head into the bathroom at work, walk into a stall and close the door. Moments later, as you leave the stall, you notice two people standing there and there’s one major problem: They are of the opposite sex. On the spot, you make up an excuse as to why you are in their bathroom.
