Hi, I'm Harlie Williams. I'm a married stay at home mom to a second grade son. Jeez, I sound like I'm at a AA meeting. *waves* to everyone! I haven't written a word since before Christmas. Yes, since before Christmas. I'll try to explain...
As an old reviewer and still owner of my own review site, its been a tough road for me as a published author. Most authors can't believe that I even wrote a book, some authors have mocked me and haven't been the most supportive. Some reviewers won't read my debut because they consider it too short. Okay, its 20 pages but most Decadent 1Night Stand's and The Edge series are maybe 5-10 pages longer than that. Umph! Nice, I know. My confidence has been shattered to bits and its taken me this long to even think about writing.
Oh and let's not forget that it released two days early, it was the week of Christmas, out of town at the in-laws that have sucky Wi-Fi and I had the flu, too. I'm not looking for sympathy but the road to my second book has been rockier than writing The Couple. I have two great stories started. One is a possible book 1 in a contemporary series set in Oklahoma and my second book is a romantic suspense with a paranormal thread set in Chicago. I even have the synopsis done for both of them, too. But the words are just not coming for me.
I have the story in my head and its itchy to come out and be told. Unfortunately, my heart right now is just not into writing them. People have told me that I'm only has good as my back list. Okay, I'll buy that line but if no one is reading my debut then what is going to get them to read anything else that I publish? Oh, yes, people love my reviews and guest blogs that I do but no one seems to get a crap about my book.
Have I promoted? Been on blog tours? Have a FB page? Yes to all and again, people still see me as a reviewer/owner than a published author. I've even tried to post o FB as Harlie, the author and crickets are louder. Hell, it was tough just finding a critique partner for The Couple. Both of my crit groups hated the story. But hey, that's a whole another blog.
So, I guess that I'm looking for answers to questions that I still have two months after my debut release. If anyone out there has any ideas, please feel free to send them my way. Because my way isn't working.
A woman has one thing on her mind tonight…sex. Dirty, sweaty, kinky sex with a cowboy. With her man gone more than he is at home, she needs the release.
After being away for two weeks, a cowboy goes looking for someone to play with for the night. Being away is part of the job but not having someone to come home to is hurting his soul. Feeling disconnected in his love life, the red head will be perfect.
Once they meet, can one night of pure passion led to more than just a one night stand for either of them? Communication is the key to every relationship. Can these two find a way to connect emotionally or are they destined for heartache.
Excerpt (PG-13 for language)
“What’s a girl like you doing at a bar like this?” he asked.
Her voice was a purr, like a cat well satisfied with its stolen pitcher of cream. “I’m looking for someone special.”
Hoping that she meant him he asked, “Did you find him yet?”
“Maybe.” The glint in her eye told him he was definitely in the running. However, I’m not looking to hook up with just any old cowboy. He must be able to go the full eight seconds and come back for more.” She eyed him from head to toe. “Think you can handle that?”
Oh, I can most definitely handle you sweetheart.
Not wanting to seem too eager he replied, “I’m not sure but I’m willing to try.”
“Do or do not. There is no try.” He struggled not to let his grin escape. The fact that she was trying to seduce him made his dick twitch.
“Let’s just say I’m looking to burn off some pent up frustration. A little excess energy. And I’ve got plenty to burn.”
The way she shivered at his words, he knew he almost had her. He winked as she licked her crimson lips and blew out a small breath. Damn what this woman is doing to him.
He pushed her knees apart with his left leg and was rewarded with the amazing scent of her arousal. The knowledge she was wet for him had him close to going off in his jeans.
Houston, we have lift-off!
“Why don’t you have a seat cowboy and we’ll talk about it.”
She gasped when he shocked her with a brush of his lips against hers; fighting with everything he had not to deepen the kiss.
He would play her game for the moment but sooner or later, she would be his. Tied up and begging for more.
He asked her, “Now about that eight second ride?”
Author site: www.harliewilliams.com
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