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Dec 15, 2024 10:44 pm

A Sizzling Excerpt from The Cheerleader &

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Hello ,

I'm closing in on the end of writing The Cheerleader and I have what I hope is an excerpt filled with sensual tension for you. Let me know what you think!

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As I hinted at last week, The Cheerleader will be longer than I expected--by about 15,000 words!

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Check out the EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT from THE CHEERLEADER below! ⬇️⬇️⬇️

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At SQ's House

Tis the season for holiday parties. I don't do a lot of them these days, but my book club has been together for almost ten years now, so our holiday party is special. ➜➜➜➜

We played a game new to me this year called Left Right Center. Explaining it to you would bend my brain so you'll have to google it.

Suffice it to say, we played for scratch tickets and someone wins a pile of them for each of four rounds.

It was my lucky day because I won the $5 scratch ticket round! yay! Winning a game of luck is a rare occasion for me--for all of us by definition! Lol!

Meanwhile, H put up our second Christmas tree, a fake one, downstairs so the *kids* can have a festive place to hang out. **I'm using the word kids very loosely since my two sons are in their thirties now!!

Oh No! I'm still shopping with 10 days to go...

Will she make it or won't she? Hint: One of the gifts I ordered may arrive by the 24th... or may not!

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WORK-IN-PROGRESS: THE CHEERLEADER

Total Word Count Goal: ~~90,000~~ 105,000*

COMPLETED To-Date: 95,984

PERCENT COMPLETED: %*

*I adjust the total word-count to 105,000. I'll be at 100% next week!

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EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT!

THE CHEERLEADER

Bryan

She finally looks at me. “Where are you taking me?”

“Answer my question.” We’re standing still and the buzz of noise is distant now. She gives me a blank look as if she’s forgotten the question. That’s not likely, but I remind her.

“You’re not a virgin, but…”

“But it’s none of your business.” She glares at me. “And wipe that smug smile off your face.”

I laugh and then I wrap her in my arms, unable to resist. “I knew you weren’t a virgin.”

“How? I didn’t tell you.”

“No.”

“Then how?”

“Sixth sense. I understand girls.”

“If you did, you would refer to us as women.”

I nod, an unreasonable spark of awareness lighting me up all over the place, and my heart drums like Godzilla is hammering at my chest wall to get out.

“Come with me.” I take her by the hand and lead her around to the front door and push past the crowd of people who all seem to have something to say to me, none of it important.

She whisper shouts in my ear, “I’m not going to your room.”

There’s panic and something else far more interesting in her voice, sounding a lot like excitement. I glance around to find Eldy watching and nod at him as I tug on her hand and she follows me to the hall that leads my room. He got the message that I want privacy, to make sure no one bothers us.

When we get to my room, I close the door behind us and she immediately pulls away from me, standing as far away as she can get in the small room.

Darting her eyes around the space, only lit by moonlight and stars because I purposely didn’t put the light on, she finally meets my eyes.

“You don’t believe in furniture much, do you?”

“I have what I need.” I can’t afford anymore even if I needed it, but I don’t taunt her with that information. I have a better idea of what I want to taunt her with.

Closing the distance between us I pull her in close to me and wrap my arms around her, resting my palms on her world class rear. Her eyes go wide and I notice a tremor in her mouth, but it has nothing to do with fear. I know that for certain as I hold her gaze.

“I’m going to kiss you, not a quick taste, or a sample like before, but a real, deep all in kiss the way I’ve wanted to kiss you since I saw you on the football field for the first time since we were kids."

Her eyes flutter closed as I lower my mouth to hers and brush my lips across the pillowy cushion of hers, then press against them, tasting, then nibbling the tender moist underside of her lower lip and licking my tongue over it, feeling the vulnerability, sucking it into my mouth.

A moan escapes her and her hands slide up my chest and wrap around the back of my neck as she opens up, plunging her tongue inside my mouth to mingle with mine, tasting sweet and like whiskey, dangerous and forbidden.

I’m hard as granite against her, my mind spinning with the kind of pleasure I’ve never felt before, the kind of anticipation I’ve only felt in my dreams. Of her. Pulling her with me, my mouth taking control, ravaging hers, drinking her in like I’m about to die of thirst if I don’t, with an uncontrollable need, I back up to my bed and drag her down on top of me.

As she falls against me, the satisfying give of her body against mine sends me to another level of need, a very dangerous place I don’t remember ever being. My hands shake as I roll us onto our sides.

She separates, pushing her hands against my chest and ending the kiss. Her breath is quick and her lips plump and juicy, ravaged looking, as I stare at them, wanting more. My breathing is ragged and blood raging as I move my hands up her back, needing to keep her with me.

“What are you doing, Bryan?” Her words are breathless and her eyes pleading and wanton. “I mean, what are wedoing—I can’t blame this on you.”

“We’re kissing and—”

“But we can’t.”

“Yes, we can. We’re adults and we’re attracted—”

“You know it’s not that simple.”

She stops and I don’t ask her to explain. I wait for her to explain.

She drags in a deep breath as if the air is too thick. Maybe it is because all I can feel or breathe or smell is our sensual tension surrounding us. We’re submerged in it and I don’t know if I could escape if I wanted to.

The idea of being so out of control should scare me, but I might be far enough gone that I don’t care.

“You’re too…” she says, then licks her lips. “Dangerous.”

The accusation doesn’t bother me. It might even flatter me. Either way, so what? I wait for more while I nibble at her lips and she makes a half-hearted effort to stop me.

“You taste like sin,” I say. “Maybe that makes us a matched pair.”

“No.” She pushes her hands and I back off, not because she’s strong enough to stop me, but because I’m sane enough to know better, and still in control even underneath all the layers of pent up need pushing me for release.

“Maybe you’re not who I thought you were.” There’s a hint of anger in her voice and that takes me aback as much as her words.

“Who did you think I was?” I already know.

“Someone who needed me, who appreciated and understood me. Someone with heart-breaking self-discipline and loyalty and selflessness—"

“Don’t go breaking your heart. There’s nothing about me that’s worth that.”

Her eyes soften immediately and I feel the tug of a whole different need pulling at me now, overwhelming the sensual pull, making my carnal craving seem small by comparison.

She reaches up and cups my cheek and the tenderness in her face and her movements collapse all the extraneous thoughts and desires and defenses I have, bringing down everything including my self-discipline, my self-control, until she holds my very soul in her hands.

“What do you want?” I ask because I will give it to her. Anything. Everything. The same way she wanted to give everything to me that first day we met, when I was too vulnerable to ignore her, too needy to forget her. Not even all the self-discipline or baggage of the years since that day could erase the hope she gave me.

“I want you. All of you. Heart and soul.” She looks at me like she’s helpless, as if she really doesn’t know how she affects me.

I laugh, almost derisively. But not. My voice is shaky when I speak. “You’ve always had me.” I don’t say more because I’m completely bare, completely empty of words and emotions because she has them all.

“You never talked about that day… when you were hurt and bleeding in the ditch. You never told me how you got there, what happened to you. Who did—”

“Are you asking?” I hope to hell she’s not, because I’ll have to tell her. And I don’t want her to know. It’s Liz’s story to tell.

But if I have to choose between loyalty to Liz and everything I feel about Susie—

“Only if you want to tell me. I would never force you if you don’t feel comfortable.”

I gulp down the spasm of emotion that makes me want to roar at the knowledge that she’s better than I give her credit for, better than I’ve imagined. That she’s not imaginary, she’s real and here.

And I want to own her.

“I’d gone to Liz’s house that day. She called me.” My chest tightens, but I say the words without trouble. “I ran into her old man when I got there.”

Her eyes flare and I see understanding, grateful that no more words are necessary. I kiss her compassionate eyes, one at a time, as her lashes flutter against my lips, sinking me with her fathomless knowing.

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SQ's Favorite Review from the Past

"Loved it! Another winner in the Beachcomber series.This is a well crafted mystery with plenty of action and drama... It's always fun to watch the relationship between Dane and Shana and I strongly recommend this book!"

--lq, Amazon