In other areas of my life, I feel like I've had less control than usual lately. My writing computer is either going on the fritz or it's haunted, but about every fifteen minutes a key sticks and plasters one letter across a whole line. The other day it highlighted an entire manuscript and deleted it. Luckily, I was able to hit 'undo' until it reappeared! Needless to say, I'm on the lookout for a new computer.
My town was struck by an F-4 tornado a week ago. Over 160 homes were damaged, some of them completely destroyed. Fortunately, our home was spared. We lost the contents of a storage unit we rented to store extra stuff and memories. To the best of my knowledge I got all the memories back, basically unharmed. (Some a little wet.) The rest of the stuff was excess, hate to lose it, but we feel blessed that we still have a roof over our heads. (Even if it needs new shingles because of hail damage the week before the tornado, but that's another story.) Insurance, you gotta love it.
When we drove through the devastated area, I found the randomness of the tornado quite shocking. To understand why one house was taken and another spared, one storage unit building demolished and the one next to it still standing…it's beyond comprehension.
So we keep on keeping on, doing what we do day by day. I'm so happy to have writing to occupy my mind. What I write and whether I or not I choose to write each day is one thing I have control over. Or at least I like to think so.
Coming June 30 from Total e-Bound: Taking Control by Jamie Hill
Jennifer Steele is plagued by memories of a violent crime. Desperate to pull herself together, she's dealt another blow when her boss hires a new employee for her bank branch. It's Jen's job to do the hiring, and she'd never have chosen a man so handsome-- and arrogant.
T.K. Knight is a striking part Native American who seems more at home on a ranch than in an office. Jen's not completely sure of his motives, but can't resist his charm or the pure lust that takes over whenever he's around.
When Jen discovers T.K. might not have been placed in her office by chance, their already heated situation gets even hotter. The truth can be hard to face, but Jen finds she has to take control of the past, to make way for the future.
People from the next class warmed up on the mat. It was a busy school, and she liked the bustle and activity. She grabbed her gym bag from the floor and glanced at the row of closed doors. One was open. “Looks like only one dressing room is available. Are you in a hurry, or—”
T.K. lifted his bag and shoved her ahead of him into the small cubicle. He slapped on the lights and closed the door, locking it. “We can share,” he whispered.
Without a thought, Jen dropped her bag and melted into T.K.’s arms. He pressed her against the wall, and their mouths came together. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she parted her lips for the kiss she’d been waiting for.
“Mmm,” he moaned, his tongue delving into her mouth.
“Mmm hmm,” she agreed, tongue batting against his. She moved it around, found his straight teeth and traced them.
He crushed her body against his. Their uniforms were thin, and his bulging erection felt huge, virtually burning her leg.
Her free leg wrapped behind him, pulling his body closer. With another soft moan, he shifted his hips so they pressed into her core.
“Yes,” she hissed, thrusting her pelvis at him.
He tugged the band from her hair, releasing her ponytail. One hand sifted through the long strands, and he wrapped his fingers around them.
“Turnabout is fair play,” she murmured, releasing his hair from the ponytail holder. It fell to his shoulders in straight, silky lengths. “I like this.”
He panted for breath. “You’re so beautiful. But the walls here are thin. Maybe we should move this party elsewhere.”
“Listen.” Jen held a hand up. The dressing room door next to them slammed. She heard two voices become quieter as other students left. In the distance, an instructor called the next class to order. “It’s pretty private in here. The late class just started. I think we have some time.”
He smiled, looking her over. “If you say so. I can’t decide where to begin.”
Jen reached a hand between them and tugged her belt off. Her uniform top loosened then opened.
“Good idea.” He dropped his mouth to her breast, sucking through the thin, lacy fabric of her bra.
“It fastens in front,” she told him, arching her back.
“Thank God.” He fumbled with the clasp, setting her breasts free. “Much better. And beautiful, just like I knew they would be.”
“Ugh!” Jen pressed his head to her breast. “You talk too much.”
“Bossy.” He clucked his tongue, mouth pressed against her skin. “Better be careful. I might bite.”
“Please do!” Her pussy creamed with desire at his soft chuckle.
“Okay, Ms. Steele. I see how it is. You like it a little rough, do you?” One of his hands breached the elastic waistband of her uniform and slid inside.
Feelings and emotions flooded her senses. She couldn’t answer. When his hand slipped inside her panties, she froze.
Copyright ( C ) 2008 Jamie Hill