I couldn’t stand it any more! It doesn’t look like I’ll have any one of the longer novels ready for the editor before at least November. That means no more releases ‘til next year! Akkkkk. A girl needs her releases!
So I determined to write a Quicky. 15,000 words and well, it should be simple. Actually I started it Monday and just sent it to my amazing critique partner today. But I failed with the 15,000 word thing. It’s a little over 18,000, sorry.
My problem is, I hate the name I gave the story. Here are three that would be much more interesting. Which one do YOU like?
1. Remember Your Safe Word
2. WARNING: Reading BDSM may cause submission
Here are the first couple paragraphs of the book to give you a feel for the story.
“These books should come with a freaking warning. Reading may cause insatiable urges to submit, however, only one real dominant per zip code is permitted.” She laughed at herself and continued. “I’ve only met one guy who might be a real Dom, and that’s discouraging. What’s a needy woman supposed to do?” The phone to her ear, Casey was totally relaxed on the lounge, eyes closed, face turned up to the late afternoon sun.
He’d never seen Casey in a tiny bikini before. Jack’s eyes moved with greedy intensity over the undulating expanse of exposed flesh. Sweet Mother of God! He’d imagined this body over and over again. Usually while trying to block out his ugly surroundings in some revolting location. Looking at the real thing he could see he’d been mistaken. She was actually blindingly fuckable. He’d always called her damn fuckable. But a man could indeed go blind beating off to that vision.
She paused and laughed softly at the response from her phone. Jack wasn’t paying attention to the conversation but the breathy laugh sank into his bones.
Neighbours for the last two years, they shared a duplex. Sorta shared a duplex. He was only here for down time. This location was relatively remote but did have a small airport. He’d found it ideal for hiding from his life when he had the time. Casey moving into the other side of this lone duplex had just added to the charm of standing on his back patio. Or looking out his front window, or pretending he was going for a walk in the woods.
The cold beer in his hand was forgotten. He hadn’t expected her to be home form work this time of day and it was apparent she hadn’t heard him arrive twelve hours ago. His entrance was all she would have heard, he’d crashed. Been out ‘til five minutes ago.
It was obvious she almost never lay out in the sun. The expanse of creamy curves was only a light gold. His eyes prowled over gorgeous, plump breasts that nearly spilled out of the stupid little top, bulging in glorious natural abandon to the side of her body. Casey was not slender. Her curves were opulent and she usually covered them with way to much clothing, he’d bet she’d never worn that bikini anywhere but this back yard.
The beer went absently to his lips as his eyes moved lower over softly smooth belly and down to rounded hips. Oh sweet Jesus. The scrap of material coming up between her legs moulded a naked pussy. He’d put money on the fact that shy, sweetly nervous Casey shaved her cunt.
Absorbing that knowledge required he study the evidence. Her legs were slightly parted and the material of her suit strained, moulding the intimate details of her pussy with no springy curls holding it off.
I also don't really like the name Casey for the heroine. But I want something with a K sound. I'm thinking Carolynn, Casandra, Kensington.....do ya like any of those?
thanks for commenting, Gail