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I'm so excited to reveal the cover of Fearless - Jesse Book 2. I love this cover. His eyes just drag you in. What do you think of it?

I am so excited. Today I reached 20,000 copies sold of Breathless and right now the book is number 29 on Amazon's Top 100 bestseller chart. I am so grateful to everyone who bought and read my book. I'm also excited to tell you that I am in the last phase of writing Fearless, the followup to Breathless. In two weeks it will be going to my editor so be sure to set your calender for August 28th when Fearless will be released :)

Check out my new cover of Breathless in the same style as the upcoming Fearless cover. Hope you like it. :)

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The writing of Fearless - Jesse book 2 is going really well and I can comfortably promise that it will be released September 1st 2013. Today, I have been working on the blurb and I'm excited to reveal some of what you will find in Fearless. I am still tweaking the blurb before release, but excited to hear what you think of it. The book is already listed on Goodreads, so be sure to add it now.


Fearless - Jesse Book 2
I am strong, because I've been weak. I'm fearless, because I've been afraid. I'm wise, because I've been foolish.

Life is looking up for Jesse. With expert help from Chase, his injuries are healing and he makes preparations to enter the Pro motocross circuit again. A decision that could force Niki to make a difficult choice. 
Kenny starts chemotherapy treatments but his bar, Rookies, is hurting from the lack of attention and lack of customers. As Jesse and Niki work to find a way to keep the bar from going under, life throws other obstacles in their way. From a manipulative dad and flirtatious step mom, to news from home about Jesse's mother that lands them in New York state in search of answers from the past. Dark secrets that were never meant to be revealed.

The young, hot professional Motocross rider, Jesse Morrison, knows how to leave an impression. Except lately, it has mostly been bad impressions. Frustrated and wounded, he surrounds himself with women, booze and drugs, until one day, he finds himself in a world of trouble. Kicked out by his brother, he relocates to California for the summer to help his uncle open Rookies, a local sports bar.

In Santa Monica, Jesse meets the one woman who can lead him back on the right path, the beautiful 22 year old, Niki Milani. Only problem, she is not interested. Niki has her own demons to fight. A past that left her emotionally abandoned by her own blood, her father. She keeps her heart guarded and finds it difficult to trust a man again. Especially not a bad boy player who is even more messed up than her. However, Jesse never backs down from a challenge. Blinded by a sizzling attraction, he is determined to prove to Niki that there is more to him than what appears on the surface. That he is the one who can heal her heart.

The story of Jesse and Niki is a New Adult Romance that will leave you breathless.

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Okay, ready for more of Jesse? This is one of my favorite chapters and will show you why Jesse is so fucking irresistible. Hope you will like it :)

Chapter 6 – Tequila Slammer
JesseMost of the first day on my road trip to California, I brooded about my life. Driving soothed my soul. Watching bikers passing by brought back memories riding my bike out in the open, the wind blowing past my body, I was invincible. It made me feel alive. Riding was my passion, my fire, my life. Damn. The thought of losing it all clenched at my gut like a vice grip. What if I never gained back the full function of my hand? What if I could never race in competition again? Maybe I should just break out the rocking chair now and reminisce on the career that was. Maybe that was how my book ended, washed up, pissed off and not handling it well. Fuck that shit. I refused to accept it but that’s how I had spent most of my days lately. I cranked up the radio and blasted my favorite rock station, the harder the better. If I couldn’t drown my sorrows with booze while driving, I was hell bent on numbing myself with music. Later, when the familiar radio stations faded and radio static was eroding my eardrums, I hooked up my iPod, leaning back in my seat, and drummed my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of a familiar song. The tires of my truck ate up the gray ribbon of pavement as the first day faded into the next. Two days later, this driving cross country shit no longer seemed like such a good idea. I was just outside Denver, Colorado, on Interstate 70. My plan was to make it into Denver and find a room for the night. Fuck it. My ass was numb. I couldn’t take one more minute in this truck. I pulled off the Interstate in Bennett, Colorado, into a gas station and used my cell phone to Google a cheap motel for the night. Bennett looked like a nice town, one with good neighbors, people who cared about each other, the kind of hometown that was remembered with nostalgia by those who had left it behind. I swiped my finger across the screen and “bingo” I’d found a motel. After filling up the tank, I disposed of the many empty potato chip bags and beef jerky wrappers that had littered my truck. It was a short drive to the motel. I nosed into the parking space in front of a dismal building and a glowing red neon sign in the window of the adjacent storefront caught my eye, “The Corner Pocket.” Hell yeah!This looked like a good place to get a beer and it was right next door.I stepped out of my truck, my body stiff from the drive and I walked like an old man into the office to check in. Old motorcycle injuries have a way of messing with your muscles like that. Fuck. I couldn’t wait to feel the cool brew sliding down my throat along with a chaser or two, or four, or maybe more of Jack. I got the room key but didn’t even bother putting my bag inside, or moving my truck. I headed straight for the bar. I figured they had a burger on the menu to go with my liquid dinner of booze.It was late when I walked into the darkness of the Corner Pocket. A few locals sat hunched over the bar, nursing their beers. A dreary country song was playing and the piped in music was only interrupted by the click of pool balls in the back. A guy in cowboy boots and a girl in a white tank-top and cut-off jean shorts played a slow game on the tattered green velvet. I slid up to the bar and raised a finger to signal the bartender. He yelled to a girl at the other end of the bar, “Holly, customer.” I rubbed my face with the heel of my hands, tired from driving. A cute, young woman with long brown hair and bangs that fell in her eyes ambled over to where I sat. “What’ll it be?” she asked with her pouty lips. She stared blankly, a few strands of her bangs catching in her eyelashes. She sure as hell didn’t looked thrilled to be working in this dive. She tossed her head to move the hair out of her eyes, while her hands were busy finding a beer glass.“Just give me whatever’s on tap and a Jack Daniels chaser.”She walked down to the tap to fill the glass. Her plump, jean covered ass twitched, as it trailed away. My eyes followed, like a tracking device. I liked her ass. It came with nice round tits that busted out of her shirt and a not too tiny waist under that loose top. That was the kind of ass a guy could grab on to. She leaned forward, and slapped my beer on the sticky bar in front of me, dripping a puddle around it. Nice rack. She held up the shot glass for my chaser and wiggled it in the air. “Neat?” I nodded and she poured. I downed the Jack first, and then drained half then beer in one gulp. I tapped the rim of the empty shot glass for another, watching Holly drag her teeth over her lower lip. After she poured my second Jack, she leaned forward on her elbows and looked me up and down. Her eyes stopped at my tat. Only part of it was exposed, creeping out from under the sleeve of my T-shirt.“What's that say?” She cocked her head sideways to read the tat crawling up my arm.I cut a glance down to my bicep. I reached my left hand across my chest and pushed up the edge of my sleeve enough to expose the entire caption and said, “Carpe Diem.” We both said, “Seize the day” at the exact same time. She laughed and broke a smile.“Whatcha doing in town? Staying at the motel?” She batted her long eyelashes as she talked and reached down to run a glass through the washing station just under the bar top.“It’s that obvious?” I crossed my arms and leaned on the bar.“Yup. I can tell outsiders. You have that ‘just passing through’ look about you.” I snorted and shook my head. “Yeah, you got me pegged.” I shoved my hand through my hair. It never stayed in place. It was always falling down in my eyes. I should cut it, but I don’t give a damn. I blew out a long breath. My golden brown, liquid friend Jack was melting away the day's tension. It felt good to relax after all the driving and the stress of being on the road. My beer glass was empty by now. She eyed it like she could read my mind. She didn’t need to ask, but I answered, “Just keep ‘em coming.” She twitched away again to refill my beer and I slouched into the back of the tall bar stool until she returned with my drink.“Thanks. You got a cheese burger on that food menu?”“Sure do. A nice juicy half-pounder.”“That sounds perfect…um, Holly?” She batted her long lashes again, their dark length flicking at a wisp of her bangs. That was hot. I felt a twitch in my groin. A little smile quivered at the corner of her mouth and it twitched again.“Yep, I’m Holly. What’s your name, hun?” She stood poised with one hand on her hip and pushed a coaster at me for my weeping beer glass, then turned to put in my order.“Jesse and I’m from...”“No, wait. Don’t tell me. Let me guess. I’m pretty good at guessing where people are from.” She scoped me out with a sidelong glance. She rose up on her tippy toes for a minute to peer over the bar to get a good look at my clothes and well, my body. I could see her eyes stall at my chest and upper arms. I glanced down at my torso, then back at her. She settled her weight back into her heels, coming down off her toes and her tits jiggled. Nice. Shit, she’d already eyed my tat, now she was eye fucking me up and down. This could be promising. She opened her mouth to talk but I cut in.“Wait, Holly. Let’s make this interesting. Me and you, and my old friend Jack are gonna play a game. You guess where I’m from and if you’re wrong, you take a shot. You get three guesses and every time you are wrong, you gotta take a shot. If you guess right, I have to take all remaining shots. Deal?” I smiled a cocky smile and crossed my arms across my chest.She pursed her lips, looked up to the left and twisted her mouth to the side, pulling in her bottom lip. “Hmm. It’s time for my shift to end, but okay, hun. I’m game.” She reached under the bar and slammed a clean, empty shot glass on the bar in between both of us. “Uh, uh girl. Three. You get three guesses. That’d be three glasses, baby.” She rolled her eyes and huffed, before dragging two more shot glasses from the wash area under the bar. She pushed them into a neat row and looked up at me.“Fill ‘em.” I ordered and raised my eyebrows. She responded to the teasing twinkle in my eyes with a “come on” look, and she filled all three with Jack Daniels. She leaned her weight into her elbows on the bar, screwing up her face like she was thinking hard.“You know you’re gonna lose. I’m pretty fucking good at this.” She smiled.“Bring it.” I sat back and waited for her guess.“You are from...” she paused, her eyes searched the ceiling. “...Alaska.”“Hell no. Do I look like a fucking Eskimo?” I chuckled. I got this.She dropped her head forward until her forehead almost touched the bar, laughing and her long brown hair fell down, pooling on the shiny black surface of the bar. I threw my hands up and laughed with her then slapped my palm down on the bar in front of the row of shots. “You gotta drink. “ I kept pounding my hand on the surface as I chanted, “Drink, drink, drink. Go on now. You lost, take your punishment.” I egged her on. I wanted to watch her take the shot. I wanted to see her toss her head back with her mouth open and her neck exposed, as her long soft hair fell down her back. I felt a tug in my loin. Come on baby, just do it already.She flipped her hair out of her face as he straightened up from her fit of laughter and tried to settle herself. “Okay, okay. I got this. You won the first round. But I’m only doing this because I like your tattoo.” She reached for the glass at the end of the three, neatly lined up in a row and held it up in a salute. “Carpe Diem.”I grabbed one of the shots and held it up. “Carpe Diem,” I said, and locked my eyes on her as she tossed her head back and my fantasy was born. It was as beautiful as I had imagined. I wanted my mouth on her neck. I wanted to run my tongue up the length of her soft skin and fill my mouth with her pouty lips. Damn. I hoped she would never guess where I was from.I threw back my shot, quickly, before she could catch me staring and adjusted myself in my jeans under the bar. She sputtered and coughed from the burn, fanning her face with her open fingered hands. It was more of a gesture than the need for air. She took the shot like an expert. My mind wandered. What else could she take like an expert? Fuck. I had to adjust myself again.She sucked in her lower lip, “Whew. That burned. But in a good way.”She threw the used glass into the wash area, then turned back and planted both hands on the bar. “Okay Jesse. You’re one for three. Let’s go again. I get another try.”“I thought you were good at this,” I snickered. I wasn’t sure if she was losing on purpose to keep drinking with me. “Okay, guess again. Wait, do you want a hint?”“No, no.” She bounced up and down, waving me away. I watched as the flesh of her tilts moved with her. “I don’t need a hint. I can get this. I’m good at this. I’ve worked here for a long time....since...damn, since eleven o'clock this morning. Fuck, I work too much.” She giggled as the alcohol worked its way into her bloodstream.“Uh, am I keeping you from your work?”“Hell no. I was off half an hour ago. We’re just partying together now, sugar. Just you and me.” “Well then, let’s get to partying. Come on now, make another guess.” She pushed off the bar and straighten up as if that would help her think. “Okay. Here goes. You are from...wait, let me hear your accent again.” I pulled back and furrowed my brow. “What the hell? I don’t have an accent, you have an accent. Shit. Ya’ll.”“Come on, come on, say, the word, car.”“Ca-a-a.” She giggled.“Say the word, bar-r-r.”“Ba-a-a.” She reeled back on her heels in giggles. “Car-r-r-r. Bar-r-r-r-.” she enunciated and drew out the sound of the last letter. “There is an “r” on the end of those words. You have to be from the East coast, like New York?”“Nope,” I lied. I wanted her to take another shot and show me that long tempting neck again. She looked puzzled and stared me dead in the eyes.“Liar.” I rolled my eyes up, like the cat that caught the mouse.She got more vehement and slapped the bar top. “You shit head! You’re from New York, aren’t you?” She squealed. “You are devious.”She came around to my side of the bar in a burst and stood next to me, leaning one elbow on the bar. She reached up, groping my head with her fingertips.“Wait, I feel it.” She poked at my scalp again. “Yeah, that’s it, right there. I can feel the horns growing as we speak.”I playfully slapped her hand away. As she reeled back, I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her into me. She smelled good. Sweet, and surprisingly fresh, for working in such a dive. Her long brown hair whipped around me as she teetered forward from the force of my grip. Hot silence stilled between us for a moment before she turned away from me to face the bar for her punishment drink. I ran my hand slowly up and down her back, feeling the curve of her body as it dipped in the small of her back, right above the rise of her rump. I wanted my hand to continue on down her backside, over those tight fitting jeans, over her ass. I fantasized for a brief moment of pushing her head down and bending her over the bar, her ass up in the air, and mounting her right in the bar. I shook my head. Get a grip dude. It’s too soon for that, but later, yeah. I’ll tap that ass and she’ll let me put my hands all over her. I watched her eye the last shot glass as hard core lust burned between us.“New York, huh? How did you guess?”“I’m psychic.”I raised a brow.“No, I saw your driver’s license when I checked your ID, duh.” She rolled her eyes like I was an idiot. Hell, I was, most of the time. I bit my lower lip, my eyes fixated on her ass. I wanted to slap a firm hand on it so bad. I moved my legs apart as I sat on the bar stool so she could stand between them. Damn, having her close to me felt good. I let my leg rub against her warm thighs. The sexual tension between us practically crackled like static electricity. I leaned into her bare arm and nuzzled my nose on the soft smooth skin of her shoulder. The full tactile contact made my fucking dick twitch and I pushed my thigh against the fullness of her body. I stalled there, eyes closed and drew in a breath with my lips against the coolness of her skin.She broke my mood and distracted my focus, dragging me back to other more civil thoughts. “That last shot is looking pretty lonely there. I already guessed where you’re from, so I won. You have to take the shot.”“Are you bustin’ my chops, lady?” I joked. Still wedged between my legs, she twisted around to face me and slipped her arms loosely around my neck. She tilted her head back and I lunged at her neck, dragging my teeth gently across her skin, then sucking out a kiss.“Keep doing that and you're gonna get us both in trouble.”“I like trouble. Trouble is my middle name,” I mouthed against her neck as I kept my lips connected to her skin. She rolled her head to the side and dipped her head close to mine. I felt her hot breath in my ear.She stole a glance around the half empty bar, and whispered in my ear, “You seem like the type of guy who likes danger.” “Mmm, I am.” I continued exploring her long neck. “Racing motocross for a living is kind of dangerous.”“Jesse, do you want a little adventure?” she asked in a low breathy whisper. Her teeth teased at my earlobe.“Mmmm…yea, but here? Don’t you think it’s a little risky?” I murmured, eyeing the bar owner almost falling asleep on the other end of the bar.“That’s how you know it’s an adventure.”She pulled back and slipped her hand into her front jean pocket, retrieving a little yellow pill with the imprint of a smiley face on it. She wiggled it between her thumb and forefinger, nervously glancing around the bar, then hid it in the palm of her hand.“Do you like this kind of adventure?”“Yeah, baby. I’m down.”“Okay, you’ll need a tequila slammer to go with it.” “What the fuck is a tequila slammer?” I was annoyed when she pulled away from me. She left me all raw and edgy feeling, like my shit was all hanging out. I wanted that feeling back. Damn it. I swiveled around on my stool as she stepped down to the end of the bar. “Motorcycle rider, right?” “Yup.” I nodded. She grabbed a black motorcycle helmet that was sitting at the end of the bar. It was the half helmet type. No face mask.“Here, put it on,” she directed as she disappeared around to the other side of the bar. “What the hell is this shit?” I asked holding the helmet like, “I’m not putting this crap on my head.” She slammed a bottle of tequila and a shot glass on the bar. I stared blankly wondering if she was going to make me drink out of this nasty old helmet or something. She jumped up on the bar and spun around on her behind until her legs were dangling over the edge of the bar on my side. She spread her legs open and slid over so I was sitting right in front of her, her legs open in a wide v. “Put it on,” she commanded.I drew back with a crooked smile. “Say what?”“Just put the helmet on and play along. You’ll like it, I promise.”“Ok, but I warn you, I’m a virgin so be gentle,” I mocked.She pushed on my shoulder and spun me on my stool so I had my back to her. I put on the helmet.“Ok, now lean back so your head is resting on the bar right between my legs.”I complied. She scooted back a little as I laid my head back between her wide open legs.“Ok, sugar. Close your eyes and open your mouth,” she said holding the soda dispenser in one hand.I could hear the clink of the tequila bottle and the next thing I felt was wetness in my mouth. My eyes popped open and I saw the tiny yellow pill drop into my mouth along with the tequila and some Sprite. She grabbed my head, helmet and all with both of her hands and slammed my head hard on the bar.“That’s a tequila slammer,” she said, as the helmet made a loud bang.I damn near choked as the Sprite and tequila, fizzed wildly inside my mouth. I swallowed in one huge gulp, gagging, gasping and laughing all at once. She leaned over my head and kissed me upside down, running her tongue around the edge of my lips.She let loose of me and I sat up. I damn near fell off the stool but it was all in good fun. I stood up, and pushed the stool back. I took off the funky old helmet and shoved it down the surface of the bar, out of our way. She sat in front of me with her legs spread wide open. It wouldn’t take long for the XTC to kick in. My dick and I wanted this girl naked. Immediately. “My turn,” she said.She wet her lips, opened her clenched fist in front of me, revealing another little yellow pill for her in the palm of her hand. Before she could pop it in her mouth I grabbed her wrist and held her arm in place. She didn’t move. Without breaking our glance, I brought her open palm up to my face. I opened my mouth and touched the tip of my tongue to the pill. It adhered to the moisture on my tongue. With a jerk I pulled on her wrist, so she would fall forward into me. She moved in my direction, and I wrapped my arm around her waist. l held her wrist, pinning her arm behind her back. It forced her to arch up and her lips parted in a reflex action. A little gasp erupted from her throat and I shoved my tongue in her mouth, pushing the little pill off the tip for her. I paused for a second and she swallowed. My goddamn cock was getting thicker inside my jeans. Damn, this girl was hot. She came at me hard, shoving her tongue in my mouth, twisting into our kisses, pulling her fist into my hair. I could have taken her right there on the top of that dirty, sticky bar, but I figured we had better get out before being thrown out.“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I said breathless.“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, and bolted off the bar to the back side where she snagged her purse out from under the bar. We split in a flash and headed for my motel room next door. 
Breathless - Jesse Book 1 is out Wednesday June 19th. 

Hey guys. I'm excited to show you the first chapter of Breathless. Hope you'll like it. Warning, adult language and sexual situations. 17+ only. The book will be out on Amazon and Barnes & Noble June 19th. iTunes and Kobo to follow shortly after.   

Chapter 1 – Wet BJ
Jesse“What the fuck are you doing, pervert? Get your hands off my girl.”The hot breath of a large hairy dude was blasting in my face, smelling like shit on stick. I pulled myself out of the girl’s embrace and rolled to my right. Leaning on the cheap plywood bar to steady my woozy legs, my heart was shooting blood to the body parts needed, in case I had to beat the living shit out of this fucker. Adrenalin was spiking like wildfire throughout my system.“Mind your own business, asshole. Get the fuck out of my face.” I turned my attention back to the girl I was getting close and personal with. Looking like the usual small town bar girl with her dark rimmed eyes, long false lashes, and full cherry red lips that moved around the straw in her drink. Lips that made my cock rock hard.The high had kicked in ten minutes ago with a line of white in the bathroom stall followed by three neat shots of Fireball whiskey. My buddy, Chet, had won a local motocross race and we were here at the Oxford Tap in upstate New York to celebrate. Not like I needed an excuse to shoot coke and down Fireballs, or any booze for that matter. My life sucked. It sucked balls, big time, but right now all I cared about was how I was going to smash this ugly dude’s face three quarters of the way to the crapper.The hairy bastard plowed past the ditsy bar girl who got in his way on his trek to find a place for his fist to sink into my face. Chet, my wingman had disappeared. Out back somewhere with his tongue halfway down the throat of some young chic fresh out of high school with a fake ID. I shouldn’t have been so outspoken, but I couldn’t help my drunken self. I’m pretty damn charming after downing a few brews, if I don’t say so myself.Fearless, I jutted my chin out towards his face and wrinkled up my nose, “Fuck that stinks. Dude, your breath smells like a dog just took a dump in your mouth.”“You’re a dead man, mutha-fucka,” he raged at me, struggling to get through the packed crowd. The confrontation between the Beast and I didn’t go unnoticed. Two bouncers were already shoving their way past the standard Saturday night regulars, their radar set on us.The room was spinning. Bodies jammed into the small dreary, beer stained area of the local watering hole in this small shit-hole of a town. I didn’t care if the Beast hit me or not. I welcomed the thought of the pain of his blows. At least it would blur out the pain in my soul. I teetered. My alcohol induced, unstable balance may have been an advantage. I staggered out of the Beast’s line of fire, just long enough for a strong hand to grab a fist full of my jacket collar from the rear. A heavy hand pulled me down and to the side, pummeling me through the bodies in the crowd. Their drinks crashed to the floor and liquid libations flew through the air, as someone dragged me by the scruff of my neck out the back door of the bar. The same large hand shoved me past the girl I had been chatting up, and I slurred, “Meet me at my truck in the parking lot.”“Shut the fuck up Jesse!” A gruff voice barked out. I knew all the bouncers at the Oxford Tap.“Manny? Is that you, bro?” In my drunken stupor I couldn’t quite tell who had a vice grip on my arm, but now I was pretty sure it was my old friend Manny. Manny, the bouncer, to the rescue again. Or so I thought. Crap. He was throwing me out.“Dude, you got the wrong guy.” I gave a wink and a “call me” gesture to the girl gaping at the scene unfurling in front of her dainty face. Nice perky tits bouncing under her top as she walked. Or talked.“Just saving you from getting your ass kicked again, Jess,” Manny puffed, maneuvering his 350 pound frame towards the back of the bar, flinging me around like a rag doll.“Fuck that. I can take care of myself Manny. No need to get all violent on me.” But I couldn’t take care of myself. No way in hell. My motto was to “get fucked up and score as much pussy as possible. Life is short”.Tomorrow, I won’t even remember the girl’s name, hell in ten minutes I won’t remember her name. What the fuck was her name? Manny shoved me out the back door and threw me into the alley, letting go of me just in time to send me grinding into the hard cold pavement. Landing hard, sliding, the rough texture of the cement shaved the top layer of my skin from my face, right about the cheekbone area. Small pebbles of grit wedged themselves into the flesh of my face, small enough that I’m sure I would inflict further pain on myself later, just trying to dig them out with tweezers. My skin peeled, my flesh oozed bright red blood.Damn.That’s gonna leave a scar.Pain signals, fresh and crisp, spiked, like razor sharp lightning into my brain. Hurting like a muther fucker, even in my high and alcohol induced haze. But I didn’t give a fuck. I welcomed the pain, no, I savored the pain. As I lay on the ground, my swollen and skinned face absorbed the hardness of the concrete and my eyes rolled back into my head. I just wanted to feel the moment. In my suck ass life, at least for one instant, the pain reminded me of something - I was still alive.I groaned.“God damn fucker, Manny.”I reminded myself to kick his ass the next time I saw him. We were friends back in high school and used to sneak under the stadium bleachers at night to drink beer. Now I drank the hard stuff and he’s a washed up small town ex-football star, throwing drunks like me out of this crappy bar.Fuck.My face.I groaned again and pulled my hands up to my chest. Planting both palms down on the concrete, I attempted to push myself up onto my hands and knees. My stomach wrenched. I hung my head and closed my eyes. It was splitting apart from the inside out, a jackhammer pounding a hundred miles an hour. I shook my head in an attempt to stop the bile from rising in my esophagus, but the shaking motion just provoked the jack hammering.Fuuuuuck!!Where’s my damn truck? I stalled on my hands and knees, hoping to find a small remnant of stability. Crawling over to the brick wall of the building, I used it’s firmness to help me climb to my feet. Where the fuck had I parked my damn truck? I leaned my back against the cold brick wall, patting my jean pockets with bloody knuckled hands, for the familiar lump of my truck keys. Fucking A. I sniffed, rubbing the back of my hand against my good cheek and pushed off the wall. I steadied myself with one hand against its surface and fished the keys out of my jeans’, squinting, as my left eye was swelling shut. I can do this. I can make it to the truck. Just put one foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other...I staggered off in the direction of my truck, or what I thought was the direction of my truck. Every step sent new shards of pain throughout my body. Didn’t give a fuck. I had it coming to me. I was just a big screw up anyway.Shaking fingers pressed frantically at the buttons on the black key fob. A shrill metallic sound blast ripped the airwaves, making my ears bleed. Fuck!I hit the alarm button by accident. The truck horn blared loud enough to wake the dead, splitting my head into a million pieces.Pounding the key fob buttons again, I smashed at the damn device with my thumb, trying to make this acoustic nightmare stop. Whichever bastard invented this annoying feature deserves a swift kick in the balls. Twice.I jabbed it enough times that the truck horn stopped. But my head didn’t stop, it kept on going and going, pounding and pounding. Slumped up against the driver’s side, I hunched my torso over the shiny black surface as much as I could. I paused there for a few minutes waiting for the world to right itself on its axis and my breathing to regulate.My truck - she’s a beauty. Raised, big monster wheels. An F-150, 4x4, full bed of course. Any man who doesn’t have a four-wheel drive pickup truck is a pussy. I stroked the door handle and smooth surface of the side door panel.My old friend Jack was in the console, or somewhere inside.I fumbled with the door, cringing in pain with each strain of my sore muscles and swollen hand. Finally, it opened and I fell into the driver’s seat sprawled out on my back with my legs still dangling out the door. Reaching my good arm out, I groped around the front seat for the bottle of Jack Daniels I had left there earlier. Where the hell you at, Jack? Stretching and pulling myself further into the cab of the truck on my stomach, I searched around the floor board area. Bingo. Hello Jack ole buddy. Come to daddy. Downing a large gulp of my fiery friend, I hissed with clenched teeth at the familiar sting in my throat. Damn, that feels good.I slouched into the cushions of the truck seat, bottle in hand, poised to drink myself into oblivion. I snorted and licked my lips. The salty mixture of sweat and booze assaulted my taste buds. I didn’t care. I’d drink my Jack one way or the other. My head fell back against the headrest of the seat. It felt like the seat swayed and shifted beneath me. Slow or fast, it didn’t matter. I was down for the ride wherever it took me. Shame about losing the girl. I liked her scent. Cute too. Seemed like a girl that was up for having some fun. The type of girl that spent most nights trolling from one bar to the next, making herself too available for the wrong guys. Those “no good” guys. Guys like me. I didn’t know if she was that hairy bastard’s girl or not but I didn’t give a shit. I just wanted to see my dick in her mouth and her head bobbing up and down between my legs.As I laid there with my eyes closed, fantasizing about bobbing heads, I heard the crunch of light footsteps on gravel, approaching my truck. The sound stopped just outside the door that stood open. Who the hell was bothering me now? If I don’t move, they might think I’m passed out. Or dead. Dead would be better. If only I were dead. The silence of the darkness swallowed me for a minute, the truck seat bucked, or so it seemed and the silence broke.“Hey there.” The trill of a female voice invaded by foggy senses. I rolled my head to one side and lifted it off the headrest just enough to get a look at girl behind the voice, squinting with one eye open. “Um, you okay?” the voice continued.My gaze met a pair of black rimmed, wide eyes blankly staring up at me. Ah, it’s the giggling tit girl from inside the bar, still sucking on that straw. Damn those lips were hot. “Hey yourself.” I tried to sit up, wincing in pain. “What are you doing out here?”“Um, you told me. You know...at your truck.” She twisted side to side, still holding onto her drink glass. She pinched the straw between her thumb and forefinger, letting it rest for a moment on her lower lip as she spoke. She rolled her eyes in the direction of the bar and then my truck, outlining the path from there to here with her eyes.Sharp memories of why I landed on my ass on the pavement sliced into my brain. “Shit, your boyfriend is not gonna come out here and go all Frankenstein on me, is he?”She shrugged her shoulders, still twirling the straw between her fingers, never letting it lose contact with her lower lip. Or tongue. “He’s an asshole.” She sucked in her cheeks. “You’re hot. I like your hair. I like how it falls in your eyes. Is that a tat?” She pointed with her chin at my bicep, the drink straw still attached to her mouth.“Uh, yea?” What else would it be? “Why don’t you hop up in here? Join me for a drink.” I held the bottle of Jack up in the air, gripping the glass neck of it with my good hand.She shrugged again, cocking her head to the side and let loose of her straw long enough to run her hand through her long, over processed bleach blonde hair. She threw one last glance back over her shoulder towards the bar and disappeared around the front of the truck, popping up outside the passenger side door. I leaned over with a groan, shifting my bottle of jack to the other hand, and jabbed the door handle open. Climbing up into the cab, her perky tits bounced as she adjusted herself on the seat. She was petite. Big eyes, big tits, and wet lips begging for me to be impulsive.Extending the bottle in her direction, our eyes locked in a rock solid stare. She tipped her head back and took a long slow swig without taking her eyes off of me. I pushed up the center console armrest to make the front seat a bench and slid over next to her. I watched her lick her plump lips with the tongue I had designs on. That tongue was mine. It would taste like Jack Daniels. I wanted it in my mouth. I moved closer. My face was inches from her lips. I smelled the heavy scent of her cheap perfume. She lowered the bottle from her lips, leaving her mouth open, inviting, still gazing into my eyes. Her wide brown eyes didn’t seem to notice the blood stained gash on my face. Her tongue flicked out of her mouth, wetting her lower lip. My cock twitched in response.She stared at me with those eyes and said, “Hey, wanna fuck?”Oh yea, game on.Sliding my hand around the back of her neck, I filled my fist with her long loose hair and pulled those wet lips onto my mouth, firm and hard. Full lips filled my mouth, with the flavor of Jack and her fruity cranberry drink, which I sucked off her teasing tongue. I shoved my other hand up under her loose top searching for the warmth of those perky tits I had envisioned earlier. She pawed and scratched at my chest, pulling and tugging at my t-shirt. She shoved her hand in my crotch as she swirled her tongue deep in my mouth. My cock raged hard and ready, her hand squeezed at it through my thick jeans. Oh yea, baby.I needed more of that, but without the jeans. I sucked her plump lower lip and drew it between my teeth, as I pulled back to readjust my position to get down and dirty with this chic.She crawled up on my lap, spreading her legs to straddle me. I slid under her and shoved her top up with one hand, pushing her tit up with the other. Her long hair fell around me as she leaned in to smash her mouth onto mine, panting, rocking and grinding on my lap. I tore at her bra, pushing and pulling the fabric, reaching with my mouth to find a dark circled nipple. Damn, she’s hot. Her wrenching and grinding moves were making me harder. The firm nub of her nipple rewarded my tongue and I sucked and flicked across it. Her hands couldn’t find my hard cock fast enough, as she tore open my belt buckle. I was unzipped in a flash. Heavy breathing filled the cab of the truck with hot vapors. She ripped open my jeans and grabbed my cock, wrapping her warm, small hand around it. Grabbing her face with both of my hands, I shoved her head down to it. She went willingly. I threw my head back, and sucked in a quick breath as those hot wet lips closed around my cock. That’s a girl.“Suck it baby,” I whispered. I held her; my hands tangled in all that blonde hair, and watched her head bob up and down on my dick.I heard a noise. Jesus fucking Christ. Who the fuck would ruin a good blow job?Someone was crashing my party here in the cab of my truck with Little Lu Lu.Shit. I opened my eyes to the awareness of a large, angry looking dude swarming my truck. Beast Master of the Universe had realized Cha Cha was missing and came out to find her. I was remiss in my duties as a gentleman and had forgotten to get her name. Ah, but now we were about to be introduced.“Carrie. What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”She screamed.“Get the fuck out of that truck,” he yelled. His face screwed up in anger. “And you, dick head. You are a dead man!”Damn, this dude was pissed. Maybe Lucy, or Carrie, was his girl after all? I had her pegged for the town tramp.“Fuck off, Brian. You don’t own me.”“Get your ass out of that truck. I’m tired of you yanking me around every time we have a fight.”Oh fuck, a lover’s quarrel and I’m the lucky asshole caught in the middle. His ugly face was screaming at my passenger door window. The door yanked open and in one swift pull, Beast Master snatched the girl. She squealed and wrenched, as he tore her slight body from the truck by her one arm.“You asshole. Get your hands off of me,” she screamed.“I can’t believe you were sucking this guy’s dick. You’re nothing but a fucking whore.”The Beast was fuming and before I could intervene, he hammered her so hard she went flying into the ditch.“Hey, what the fuck, dude. You don’t hit a lady like that,” I yelled as I stumbled out of the truck. Before I had a chance to throw a punch at the fucker, two guys grabbed both my arms.Fuck! The Beast had brought back-up. This was not going to turn out well.“Hallelujah. So you’re going to defend the lady's honor. How heroic. Only problem here is, she is no fucking lady. She is nothing but a stupid whore.”Oh shit. Hairy Beast was a psycho lunatic. The arrow on the pain-o-meter in my brain arched to the “high level” mark when his two buddies pulled hard on my already sore arm, attached to my already sore shoulder. I think I may have squealed like a girl. Both brutes had a solid grip and stood me up in preparation to be a human punching bag for Beast Master number one. I figured my life was pretty much over now. No need to worry about racing motocross again. Now I could be a whiny bitch about not being able to breathe ever again. Shit! What have I gotten myself into?

What I love about writing books is the creation of great characters. The first thing I do is search the internet for the perfect images that spark the inspiration for my cast. Of course, finding the male characters is pure fun. I mean, who wouldn't want to stare at pictures of hot guys for hours? :)

But seriously, casting Breathless was an exciting and important part of the writing process, because once I had the image of the character in my head, it was much easier to make him, or her come to life in the book. So here we are, these are the photos that helped me create the lovely people starring in Breathless - Jesse Book 1.


Breathless - Jesse Book 1 will be out on Amazon and B&N Wednesday June 19th.Jesse
Meet Jesse, our hot motorcycle riding hero. We first met him back in a steamy airline bathroom encounter with the heroine of Deceived Part 2, Chloe. Jesse traveled to France to enter in the Supercross de Paris championship. Shortly after his big win, he crashed his bike sustaining serious injuries that halted his career.

In Breathless, we meet Jesse again in his hometown in upstate New York recovering from his accident. Replacing the excitement of racing with booze, drugs and easy women, he finds himself in a world of trouble, forcing him to relocate to California for the summer. Accepting an offer to help Uncle Kenny with his sports bar, Rookies, he sets his sights on Santa Monica. His expectations are low, but he soon finds himself taken by the young, smart and beautiful, twenty-two year old knockout, Niki Milani
Niki
Niki Milani is our heroine. Exotic and beautiful, she renders Jesse breathless from the second he lays eyes on her. Only twenty-two years old, she is finishing her last year in college. Her dream career goal is to pursue fashion design. But being the daughter of a powerful LA entertainment lawyer, she feels pressured by her dad to join the ranks of the family lawyers. It doesn't make matters easier that she is currently dating the golden boy in her dad's firm, the newly graduated lawyer, Jason Connors. 


Kat
Kat is Niki's best friend. Being the daughter of hippie parents, she is fun and carefree, the catalyst that inspires Niki to break away from her father's controlling grip. Kat, hoping to one day be a famous singer/songwriter, never let's her guitar out of sight. 
Kenny
Kenny Morrison is Jesse's uncle. Having spent the later half of his life in California, he enjoys the beach life of Santa Monica. After hearing about Jesse's troubles, he invites him to sunny California to help out in his neighborhood bar, "Rookies". 

Chase
Chase is Kenny's right hand man and bartender at Rookies. Social and outgoing, he befriends Jesse introducing him into his circle of friends. Chase is also a part-time fitness instructor and offers to help Jesse rehabilitate from his injuries.
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