Let’s get started!

Bad news first. I’m off to the dentist again today.:(

Good News next….The countdown for the release of GYPSY HEART has begun. This is a big deal for me, my first novel! yay! I’m still happy dancing,but I admit I’m starting to feel a tad bit anxious about it. SO, to calm myself, and to tease all of you I’m going to be posting a short excerpt from the novel every day unitl next monday when it’s released. I admit it…it’s shameless self promotion and I’m hoping that after reading a bit each day that you’ll all be in a hurry to buy it as soon as it’s released! 😀

I’m not starting the excerpts off right at the first word, but this is part of the first scene…so I’m hoping you’ll be intrigued.

So let’s start this ball rolling…OH! By the way, this is sort of what I imagine Gage looks like. 😛

GYPSY HEART
excerpt

Sable walked up and down the length of the bar. She stopped to chat here and there as she made sure everyone’s drinks were full and no one was left waiting for service. Miranda had gone home, leaving the pub in her hands for the night. But before she’d left Miranda had extracted a promise to get together that weekend for a much-needed bonding session.

Unable to keep her gaze away from the pool tables for very long, Sable looked over and got an eyeful of faded denim, tight across firm buttocks. The sexy bad ass, the one they called Gage, was bent over to make another shot, and she couldn’t peel her eyes away from the sight of his awesome butt. Until he straightened up, glanced over his shoulder, and caught her staring.

Infusing her smile with sassiness, she gave him a small wave and went back to work.

It was a real chore for her to concentrate when all she wanted to do was watch him move around the table. His movements were slow and deliberate, yet they had an inherent sensuality to them. A sensuality that her photographer’s eye told her would come through on film. The way he held the pool cue and smoothly stroked it through his fingers to make the balls go wherever he wanted. Her belly tightened at the thought of his hands stroking her that same way, and she let out a sigh of longing.
Someone put money in the jukebox, and she sang along with ZZ Top as she strolled down the bar picking up empties and pouring replacements. She was listening to Bruce, one of the regulars, tell a joke when she felt her skin tighten and her nipples harden.

With a quick glance to the left, she saw Gage leaning against the bar, watching her.
Deep breaths, she told herself. Bruce finished his joke, and she laughed along with him even though she hadn’t heard a word he’d said.

She picked up the empty glass from in front of him and sauntered towards Gage, her eyes glued to his the whole time.

“Hi there.”
The bonfire in her belly spread lower and she felt her body soften, moisten. Struggling to ignore the inner heat, she tried to treat him like any other customer. Any other customer who just happened to make her nipples stand at attention with just a look.

“Another beer?”

“Sure.” He handed her a bill and took the proffered bottle.

Like the self-conscious adolescent of her past she struggled for something to say. It was more than his good looks that got to her; she dealt with good-looking men every day. It was Him. The vibe of tightly leashed power that radiated off him, called to something primal inside her.

She couldn’t decide if she should run away from him as fast as she could, or strip off her clothes and howl “Take me!” at the top of her lungs.

What the hell? She’d never run from a challenge in her life. She wasn’t going to start now.