Tuesday, November 25, 2014
TD Hassett Goes Mom versus Pop Queen!
"Mom, you're almost as pretty as Hannah Montana." My six year old son announced as he watched me try to fix some smeared lipstick in the
bathroom mirror. I glanced over at him smiling because it was high praise indeed from a little boy with a big TV show crush. For the record, I really am not almost as pretty as a teen celebrity. At the time of the conversation I was a late thirties working mother of two. I would be more honest wearing t-
shirts that read "Body by Diet Coke and White Zinfandel" than anything else. I was your average, slightly chubby and over tired mom. I would look in the mirror not satisfied with what I looked like and cringe every time friends posted pictures of me on Facebook.
That innocent comment made by my son bolstered my spirits because it truly wasn't about what I looked like but how important I was to him. To
my children, I am a beautiful superstar. Of course, I am also that evil mommy that won't let them polish off a whole gallon of ice-cream in one
night so my popularity can be wavering. The point is, I matter to my family,
so not only am I thankful for that but I am ecstatic that I have them in my life. They are my soul and no words can describe the feeling.
Now on to some less sweet commentary. I am super thankful for lusty heroes, ballsy heroines and can't stop reading plot lines. I have always tried to incorporate my favorite elements of romance novels into my own work and hope they appeal to readers. I love surprise virgins, unexpected babies,
vindictive villains, suspense and smoking hot love scenes. Please consider reading my excerpt of the first book in my Love and Music series, Isabel's
Isabel’s Awakening Blurb
It’s been five busy years, and Newcastle-born singer/guitarist Thomas Morgan is still punishing himself for his younger brother’s death.
Thomas’s young, fashion-model wife once led her husband’s idolizing brother, Chris, into both drugs and an adulterous relationship. The loss of his brother and total destruction of his marriage destroyed Thomas. To avoid
entanglements with others, even his young son, Thomas focused on
promoting his music and the management of his now highly profitable record company. He thought he had everything at a safe distance, at least until Isabel literally slammed into his life.
High school teacher, Isabel Warren, finds herself falling head over
heels in love with the sexy-as-sin guitarist for the rock band Becket. Soon
Isabel’s orderly world of lesson plans, thesis writing, and student loan debt is competing against desire, passion, and her vulnerable heart.
Isabel struggles to navigate her newly stirred passions with her rising academic career and independent nature. As the sex sizzles, the two lovers
will have to decide which parts of their dreams they will sacrifice for their fledgling relationship.
Can Thomas ever trust and love again, and will the young woman he
meets ever have the confidence and strength to be with him?
It was well after midnight, and Isabel felt the buzz of concert beer and party wine. Thomas had been working the room steadily and checking back
to ensure she was chatting happily with a group. She saw him cornered with a radio show producer he’d introduced her to earlier. Thomas had a tortured expression on his beautiful face. She finally understood why the whole band didn’t show up at these things.
The ladies she’d been chatting with were working up a sweat on the dance floor, and part of her longed to join them. The rational side won out.
She really couldn’t dance and preferred others not to know how clumsy she could be, especially after a few drinks. Isabel parked herself by the bar and
prepared to enjoy some people-watching. She couldn’t believe how packed the place was. She did meet some really nice people and only got snubbed by a few drunken idiots who must have been trawling for celebrities. Part of
her was disappointed it was time to go when Thomas returned from his latest round of shop talk and asked if she was ready to head out.
Thomas escorted her to the elevator while tapping out a message on his iPhone. He was letting the hotel’s driver know they were ready to go and where to meet them. They stepped into the mirror-lined elevator and headed down to the lobby level. Suddenly, Isabel was nervous, and not in a front-
door-kiss-or-no-kiss-end-of-the-date sort of way. She hadn’t had the talk with herself about this date because it just all sort of happened. She had really expected just to go to the show and then be home by ten thirty,
reading thesis notes and petting her cat. Even at the backstage party, she’d still thought she’d get to chat with him for a few minutes and then be dismissed with the rest of the hordes. Why did he want to be with her when
there were so many other girls? Insecurities washed over her.
Thomas overwhelmed her. He was so out of Isabel’s little world. On
Monday, she would teach the Crusades to disinterested seventeen-year-olds,
and he would be many miles away somewhere, crooning out megahits to a
stadium filled with adoring fans. Oh my God. What was she even pretending to do?
Her disparaging thoughts suddenly flew totally out of her head.
Thomas looked right into her eyes and stroked her lower lip.
“You did great tonight. I’m really glad you came,” he huskily whispered. Before she could ask for clarification, he continued. “I saw you talking and laughing with the staff from Marketing and Planning, and I liked that. In my line of work, you get a little sick of people always brown-nosing
the celebrities and forgetting who’s responsible for the whole fuckin’operation.”
It sounded as though he was about to say more, but the elevator jerked to a stop, and the lights went out, only to flicker back on seconds later. Must
have been a power surge and the backup generators were kicking on.
Isabel stared back, wide-eyed and open mouthed. He leaned closer,
and without any further hesitation, his lips met hers.
This was a kiss, a real, soul-sucking and tongue-sliding-over-her-lips kiss, the kiss of all kisses. Oh my.
One of his hands slid from her jawline to the back of her neck and pushed her lips into harder contact with his own. The other hand gently
tugged her jaw down so her mouth opened slightly. His tongue slipped into her mouth and tickled her inner lip. He swirled his tongue around and
caressed hers. She tasted the heady mix of wine and good stout on their mingling breaths. Before she could stop herself, she let a little moan escape.
Their mouths became even hungrier for each other, and she pressed her breasts to his chest. He nibbled her lip a bit and then resumed the dueling of tongues deep in her mouth. The hand on her neck dropped down and gently
squeezed her ass, pushing her harder into him. She felt his erection against her lower belly, and very wicked parts of her longed to pull his leather pants down and stroke him. Isabel rolled her hips against him and was rewarded with a wonderful growl.
He slid his hand up her clingy tank top and cupped her breast. She wanted more. Her breasts swelled, and her core became soaked with just the rhythm of his tongue in her mouth, sliding in and out and around. Hiss lender fingers slid their way under her bra, and finally, he stroked one engorged nipple. The blood in her body flooded to two very special spots.
Isabel strained against his fingers, wanting him to pinch and stroke her
nipple more. Hell, she wanted him to slide his other hand up and play with both breasts. He ground against her, and she responded with animal like mewling noises. This was not the teacher her students would even realize existed.
The elevator shook and resumed its downward journey, jolting both of them apart. Cool air flowed against her heated skin, and they each took a deep breath. Thomas stepped sideways a bit. He smiled like a male mode land said simply, “Wow.”
She couldn’t help replying, “Wow to you too.”
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