Hello my lovelies!
Bet you’ve been wondering where the hell I’ve been since Victor’s release? Well, your amazing author friend has been writing. I’m currently 34K words into the next book in the Promiscus Guardians Series, and I’m really excited to finally start talking about it.
First, the cover:
It’s done! But you won’t get to see it until I get to 50K words! That’s the deal: I write, you wait.
Second, the writing:
It’s been flowing out of me, but like with everything else, it gets knocked to the side when those shrill screams of children fighting echoes loudly through my living room. It’s a moment I dread every time I start to write.
My other obstacle is just writing. I have a tendency to want to reread everything I just wrote, which is fine…until I’m rereading the entire 100 plus pages that I wrote and forgetting that I still have to write the rest of the damn book before I get edit-heavy on it.
So then I try to write again, and everything else in my life goes crazy, because apparently I’m the only person that can do things and keep the house livable…and I end up a little bit crazy by the end of the day as a result.
Finally, the end?
It’s still getting there, but with my ability to write fast, I doubt it will be terribly long before you see the cover reveal. I’ll be hosting a few giveaways around that time, so stay tuned. If I haven’t lost my mind entirely, I might even give away some really, really cool stuff. Someone mentioned Bernie shirts; the ones featured in the book. I may get something interesting together like that.
I will leave you here with an excerpt from the story, because I’m awesome like that. Check out my other books here, and make sure to follow me on my author page!
“Victor is, and always has been, a man that drives a person to their best possible self. While he may seem unrelenting, sometimes unforgiving when it comes to training, he is the best possible tutor. And though we have had our disagreements, Victor remained faithfully there for me over the years,” Lucas finally said, face becoming softer. It was gorgeous: the small tilt in his lips as he said this.
“I have no idea how anyone could ever disagree with you,” I retorted, monotone. “Did he ever lose his angel temper with you? More importantly, was he a spanker?”
Lucas had the decency to look disgusted, and Pavel almost lost his footing when he very nearly collapsed into laughter.
“Are you a child?” Lucas sneered.
“No,” I replied, snickering. “I just wondered what method of parenting he used on you. Just answer the question, Lucas. It was you who brought it all up.”
Lucas sighed shortly. “Victor’s method of punishment was far worse, in my opinion, to any method used currently.”
I was tremendously titillated now. Both Pavel and I joined arms and stared at him with happy, non-blinking expressions. If we had tails, they would have frozen, then wagged, then froze again. Lucas looked completely put out, but by the laxness of his jaw, I knew he’d give me what I wanted.
“If I misbehaved, I was forced to attend gatherings with numerous amounts of women, most of which never ceased pestering me,” he finally replied begrudgingly.
I bit my lower lip, eyes and nose burning as I attempted to keep from laughing. It was too much. Both Blondie and I held each other for long minutes as we laughed, garnering the other three’s attention with our hysterics.
“Women were your punishment? He’s definitely a clever bastard. Victor just earned my seal of approval with that move,” I said, admiration distinctly in my expression.
“Trust me, moya solnishka, never ever piss off the boss,” he said, referring to Victor. His eyes narrowed violently, yet his smile was unfortunately just as alluring. “His punishments are especially designed to break anyone that may feel the need to go against him.”
Lucas scoffed lightly. “Pavel is thoroughly experienced with Victor’s discipline measures,” he stated, smile outdoing the wickedness of Pavel’s and making the pair of us shudder. “His punishment of last required him to investigate a rather flashy establishment—”
Pavel shook his head, clamping his hands over my ears. I giggled as the three others watched us, no longer walking to favor listening on the very interesting conversation between me and the boys. There was a cocky smile on Sadin’s face, but I ignored it as I was held hostage against my dirty Russian’s firm body.
Lucas pulled me from Pavel, pressing his lips to my ear and whispering, “He was asked to go undercover at a homosexual club called Banging Bottoms.”
“You said it!” Blondie growled, deflating instantly with his shoulders dropping and eyes falling to the floor.
I laughed heartily. “I bet you fit right in.”
Blondie groaned, glaring over me towards Lucas. “You’re a right bastard.”
“I merely offered Izzy invaluable anecdotes to express your own claims of Victor,” Lucas returned, holding me against him.
“What did you wear?” I asked Blondie, breaking between the boys with my raspy voice, barely able to keep my amusement inside.