So, Force’s story is finished at 54,500 words and will be published next weekend. I’m not sure if it will be published on Saturday or Sunday since I still have to format and get a cover. But it will definitely be out by next Sunday night. Thanks for sticking with me and the Greystone guys.
Here’s a snippet to hold you over until next weekend:
And for the next few seconds, the look he gave me belonged in an X-rated novel. And I thought for a moment he might actually kiss me. And I knew that if he did…I’d kiss him back.
You know the expression butterflies in the stomach? Yeah, that doesn’t begin to describe what was happening just beneath my belly button. I had a whole lot more than butterflies going on. Try nuclear meltdown.
And it was SO frustrating because I didn’t know of one good reason why I should feel that way about him. I couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on. Was it only his looks? Was I that shallow? Was I falling for this guy based on nothing more than gold hair, gunmetal eyes (with dark rims) and wide shoulders? Why would I do that? I mean, there were plenty of nice looking guys at school. Several of them even liked me. Some of them liked me a lot. And they didn’t have this ridiculous effect on me. What was it about Force?
And after some deep soul-searching (that lasted about five seconds), I came up with a theory that might explain what was going on. Sorta. Let me put it this way. Suppose you were in Africa and you ran across this magnificent young lion—this freakin’ king of beasts. And suppose you knew the fabulous creature was hungry or wounded or lost and alone. Or trapped in a cage on its way to some city zoo. Your heart would go out to it, right? Well, that’s what happened to me when I found Force in that dumpster. My heart went out to him. And you know what? I hadn’t seen it again since.