I'm happy to say The Trouble With Abby is doing very well. After forty-six days it's still in Amazon's top 100 in the Erotic Action and Adventure category at # 50 this morning. It has 37 wonderful reviews for which I am extremely grateful.
Whenever a new book comes out, especially part of a series, I'm always nervous. Will readers like it? What if they think it's not as good as the others in the series? They've spent their hard earned money on my work. Will they be disappointed? Ugh! It's always the same. I'm consumed with fear that somehow I will let them down.
In The Trouble With Abby my heroine is taking a giant leap of faith and opening her own shop after years of working for others. In one scene her fears come spilling out. Although they are some what over the top and unjustified, I totally understand where the emotion in this scene comes from, lol. I guess we are a bit of what we write. Thank God for level headed, strong men who can pull us back from the precipice.
She was quiet, subdued as she moved through the store, checking racks for price tags and fussing with displays. Several racks didn’t have the sizes arranged correctly and she straightened them.
Pulling a black lace nightgown from one rack, she held it up to her body.
“What do you think? Is this worth $3,000?” she asked.
“Maybe on you,” he answered with a grin, “but for the average customer, no, I don’t think so.”
“Me neither,” she sighed in disgust as she pulled large handfuls of hangers from the rack and carried the garments to the counter. “I must have been out of my mind when I priced these things.”
“It’s alright, babe. You were probably tired. Mistakes happen,” he said, leaning against the wall, watching her.
“I can’t afford these kinds of mistakes,” she snapped. “All it would take is for one customer to come in here and see prices like that and I could be ruined. My store would be a failure if word got around that I was way over-priced. I have to stay competitive if I’m going to make it.”
He watched her hands shaking as she snipped all the tags off.
“Abby, you need to take it easy. I know you’re stressed,” he continued, walking behind the counter and putting his big hands on her shoulders, massaging gently. “Relax.”
“Really? You think I should just relax when my whole future is riding on this? When I’ve sunk every dime of my money into this place and a huge amount of small business loans besides?” she said, spinning to glare at him. “I’ll be bankrupt if this place doesn’t turn a profit,” she shouted, pushing away for him. “I could end up homeless, out on the street,” she continued.
“Now you’re really on a roll,” Connor replied, trying to hide his grin. “Don’t you think you’re exaggerating, just a little?”
“No! And now some psycho is threatening the people I care about most. You’re supposed to be good at this stuff, covert operations and all that. Why don’t you go find this guy and just…shoot him or something? You’ve got a big gun,” she pointed out.
“Blood thirsty little thing aren’t you?” Connor said, smiling as he scooped her up into his arms and began walking toward the dressing rooms.
“What are you doing?” she screeched. “I don’t have time for a quickie!”
“We are going to have a little talk, you and I,” he informed her, pushing open the door of the largest room with the toe of his boot. Three of the walls were mirrored and a matched pair of floral loveseats provided comfortable seating. Putting her on her feet, he sat and spread his knees, pulling her between them.
“First of all, I can’t just go and shoot someone and I wouldn’t even if I could. Would I like to beat the piss out of him for what he’s done? You bet I would,” he growled. Abby was eye-level and he was sure she saw the truth of that in his eyes when she backed up a step. Snagging the waist of her jeans, he hauled her back.
“Second, I want your store to be a success, I really do, but no more talk about your life being over if it isn’t,” he ordered. “You do have a future, with me, and you damn well know it. I want you to stop acting like what we have, our relationship, means nothing. Do you hear me?” he said sternly, popping the snap at her waist and sliding her jeans down to mid-thigh. Gripping the cheeks of her ass, he gave them a little squeeze.
Thanks for checking out, The Trouble With Abby. Now I'd like to tell you about another series I've been working on. Author Keriann McKenna and I have teamed up for a three book series. The Fall River Ranch Series will have three novels, starting with the release of The Key to Annie's Heart later this month and followed shortly with MacDermot's Bride and The MacDermots of Scotland.
Mac was a success by anyone's measure, except his own. He had failed to keep his wife content to be at home, but "home" was a dream put to architectural drawings. Too many nights she'd preferred to stay in town with friends rather than make the trip up the mountain to the trailer they occupied. She liked to party and winding mountain roads coupled with too much to drink had been the death of her.
To live a rancher's life in the Rocky Mountains had been Mac's dream for as long as he could remember. He was a rancher and a mountain man at heart. He could nix the suit required for consulting in Washington and spend his days in jeans and cowboy boots rescuing and training horses.
In all ways Mac was basic, even when it came to sex. He was a standard missionary position kind of guy with an occasional variation. Perhaps that was the reason his wife spent so much time in town. He didn't think she cheated on him but if he was honest, he didn't know for sure.
Determined to keep his next wife content, if he was lucky enough to find one, he read and explored everything he could get his hands on to entice the right woman into his heart and his bed.
Since he rarely left his ranch, Mac decided to try internet dating. It seemed safe enough; with his connections to Washington, he could find out nearly everything about any woman before he met her.
Annie Campbell was a busy event planner at a five star hotel in the city. While she wouldn't consider herself sexually savvy, she certainly was open to new experiences. It had been six lonely years since her husband died. Always a people pleaser, she joined an Internet dating site just to get her friends off her back. After reading what she considered to be a damn near perfect profile, she sent Mac a brief note and waited.
Two weeks later, after he returned from a business trip, Mac was delighted to read her message and contacted her immediately. Chatting sessions, emails, and phone calls continued between them and finally a first date was arranged.
Could Mac pull it off? Could a country guy at heart woo a city gal and convince her his laid back way of life was better? Could he stop researching how to please a woman and put it into practice? Oh Yes! Yes he could!
I'll be sharing more about this new venture, as well as excerpts soon. The time travel/ western romance I'm working on, In This Lifetime is nearing completion and I hope to release that novel in late January also. If you don't want to miss anything, sign up for my newsletter. I promise I'll only send the important stuff, lol. So far, 2015 is shaping up to be an exciting year.
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