face....actually it was a lot of fun. But it got me thinking...this could be the start of a great story. Ok. It could be the start of a fun story.
So I thought, hmmm....where can I run with this story?
That's how I come up with lots of my story ideas. Just living. It's not big secret. I have a Jeep. We took top off. Lots of backseat room....add a blanket, fire, and you've got a good time.
I've had a story about a guy in a band who just so happens to drive a Jeep, floating around in my head. I think it's about time to resurrect the oldie but unfinished and finish it.
Ah...finishing an unfinished.
Have fun reading. I've got stories to work on, edits to complete, and an idea running rampant through my head.
Here's a little bit from my most recent release, Careless Whisper:
He’s her kinkiest desire, if she’s willing to open her heart and believe in him.
The dead don’t always rest in peace. Some stick around to make the lives of the living hell on Earth. Ryan Black knows the frustration of dealing with the dead.
He’s a Ghost Explorer. He’s conquered houses filled with apparitions, abandoned school buildings that house angry vermin, and managed to woo the female population of Snake Falls, Ohio. But he’s about to face his toughest challenge, convincing sceptical Samara Jacobs she not only shares his gift, but holds his heart.
Women fall at Ryan Black’s feet and Samara’s determined not to be one of the many—that is until she’s forced to work with him. He’s certain ghosts exist and willing to prove it. The more she gets to know the man behind the television persona, she decides the handsome klutz who chases things that go bump in the night isn’t so silly after all. But is he worthy of her love?
This book contains anal sex and a little harmless domination.
“Look around at the scenery. Ohio girls are the stuff of legend. For example, Meredith has those legs a man fantasises having wrapped around his waist.”
“Well, then there’s Caren. She’s got a nice rack and she’s single.”
“Pick nits.” Eddie snorted and shook his head. “You’ll shoot down all my ideas just to be right.” He scoped the cafeteria room once more. “What about Samara? She’s cute in a girl-next-door kinda way. All peaches and cream. I’ve caught her checking you out once or twice—a day for the last year.” He pointed to Ryan. “She’d make a perfect forever girl.”
“I had my forever girl. But I could be wrong.” Samara checked him out? Hmm… Kinda nice to know the attraction wasn’t a figment of his undersexed imagination. He’d spent many a night fantasising about her, holding her, making love to her, waking up in the morning and seeing her smile.
At her table across the room, Samara curled up in her chair, paperback book propped in one hand and concentration written on her face. From his position, he couldn’t read the title, but he’d passed her desk enough times to know she liked romance novels. In the two years he’d worked in the same building with her, he’d heard her speak a total of three times but he knew her voice like his own.
“What? I’m checking out the scenery. It’s—” he drew a breath, feeling more than the oxygen stirring something within his body. His sex drive? He shifted in his seat. Yeah, there was a definite tingle below the belt. “It’s intriguing.” When he closed his eyes, the vision of Samara astride his lap formed in crystal clarity. The tingle evolved into a damned hard-on and thank you God. Sexy, captivating…there weren’t enough words to describe the rush. He needed to make his way onto her radar, fast.
“You don’t listen for shit.” Eddie growled.
Ryan opened his eyes and glared at his friend. “Say something important.”