March 21, 2008 at 3:17 pm 6 comments

You must suffer through an excerpt of the new book, See Megan Run. I’m still having bi-polar symptoms about this book. One minute I love it, the other I’m weeping on the inside because it’s going to be the book to ruin my career.

*It’s copy written dammit.*

Oh, and you get 10 brownie points if you find how I flipped the thing that makes my eye twitch when I read it in a romance novel.


Not able to take the silence a moment longer, Megan spoke. “Why didn’t you tell me about Shep?”

“Didn’t think you’d want to hear it from me.”

Another silence. What did you say to an ex? If you were lucky the most you’d ever have to say to an ex was oh, that’s nice and find the nearest exit. The only place to escape was the dinner table… sitting across from Aiden. There was no escape. She tried again. “How have things been here?”


Megan glanced at him. She squelched the thought that maybe he hadn’t been fine after she left. “Your mother?”

“Heart’s still ticking.”

Megan sighed. No, not fine, certifiable. “Why don’t you just ask?”

He crossed his arms. A mirthless laugh escaped from his lips. “Ask what?”

Ah, yes, she remembered now. They both could be stubborn. No wonder they had gravitated toward each other. She summoned all her patience and said with a calm voice, “Why I left.”

“Is asking going to change the outcome?”

Megan realized it wouldn’t. She looked back onto the lake. “We used to be friends.”

“Now we’ll be family.” He scoffed and she brought her gaze back to him. “Fancy that. You’re here for the house, and once you’ve got the deed I’m sure the only thing left will be dust in your trail.”

To think for a moment she’d let herself feel guilt. Megan stood up, recognizing the temper but not knowing how to stop it. He knew what to say to get her riled up, but so did Megan. “Try not to get in the way of it. I don’t want you to choke on that dust.”

“Still self-righteous, I see.”

Oh, that did it. How many times had her mother muttered those same words when she didn’t fade into the background? He knew this and yet he still said it. She stepped up to his face, feeling the heat of him. She let her anger feed off it. “And what are you now? A choir boy?”

The shades blocked her view of his eyes, but Megan knew her comment made a direct hit.

“Still can’t come up with a decent comeback, either. I guess city living hasn’t improved you any.”

Megan narrowed her eyes, not able to hear over the roar of temper in her ears. She pocked his chest. Aiden didn’t back up and that pissed her off more. “Looks like the backwoods breeding hasn’t made you any smarter.”

“You used to like this backwoods boy.” The words came out deep and strong but caressed like a feather against her face, and because once she’d really loved the backwoods boy, Megan knew to back up. Aiden caught the edge of her shirt and pulled her to him.


“No.” Even Megan heard the tremor in her voice. Aiden laughed, then stilled against her. She felt the hard planes of his chest that he’d turned into muscle since the last time she’d been this close to him. That damn zing had replaced the roar in her head. Her lips parted with a shaky sigh. Aiden cursed, then brought his lips to hers. Her nose bumped his glasses off his face. They thudded near her feet, but he didn’t seem to care. And, oh, neither did she.

This she would have remembered. This was not how he used to kiss. He cradled her head in his hands, and changed the heat level of the kiss by delving his tongue deeper in her mouth. Oh, no, he definitely didn’t used to kiss like this. If he’d kissed her like this when they were young, she’d have been pregnant every year until menopause set in.

Instead he’d grown into this man with wide shoulders, rough hands, and a mouth that made her want to sin. Her breasts felt full and heavy against his hard chest. Anger and passion made the kiss last longer than it should have. Oh, and it didn’t feel like he was trying to punish her with his lips. No, more like he was laying claim to what was once his. The passion spread like a drug through her veins, making her head reel. It made her want. The alien emotion shocked her more than the moan rising in her throat. The sound must have brought Aiden back to his senses, because he tore his mouth from hers.

The sound of their breath coming out in hard gasps filled the silence. She stumbled back, trying to get her thoughts to congeal. The intensity of the kiss rendered her mute. Aiden rubbed his hands over his face. His amber eyes took her in and she wondered if her shock resembled the expression on his face. He shook his head, disgust clouding his features. Without speaking, he turned and headed for the road. Megan placed a hand over her speeding heart.

“Welcome home to you, too.” She said to his fading shadow.

Entry filed under: excerpt, nothing to post about, See Megan Run.


6 Comments Add your own

  • 1. booklady  |  March 21, 2008 at 6:24 pm

    I think it sounds great! You have a lot of tension in there, which makes me want to keep reading. Also, the last line is wonderful.

  • 2. Mel  |  March 21, 2008 at 11:18 pm

    Thanks, Booklady. I’m happy as long as 1 person likes it, because my judgment is horribly skewed at the moment.

  • 3. Amie Stuart  |  March 22, 2008 at 12:40 am

    >>Instead he’d grown into this man with wide shoulders, rough hands, and a mouth that made her want to sin.

    I LOVE this line and i think its great 🙂 so that’s two

  • 4. Mel  |  March 22, 2008 at 1:31 am

    Yay! So I won’t be run out of publishing in shame. So what book is going to be the one to ruin my career. I’ll obsess over that one to appease the writing Gods. 🙂 Because if you get to comfortable they are liable to give you writer’s block.

  • 5. Edie  |  March 24, 2008 at 2:46 pm

    OMG! That kiss was fabulous. I want a kiss like that!

  • 6. Mel  |  March 24, 2008 at 3:10 pm

    Lol, Edie.

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