I should have known by
the tattoos that Sawyer was trouble. My mother always said to stay away
from boys with ink, but she ignored her own advice. She also abandoned
me and my little sister.
Life's been hard for the two of us, on the run and on our own, but I just turned twenty-one and started working at a bar in a new city. I wear a fake wedding band and a veil of lies.
My gold ring didn't stop Sawyer. He looked into me with his heavenly green eyes, and I nearly forgot my pretty lies. Now he wants to help me get my life together.
I should stay away, because he could blow my cover. When we get found—and I know one day we will—I want my sister to be old enough to handle the truth about our past.
I may be hanging out with Sawyer, but we're definitely not dating. I swear, he's not setting me on fire with every glance or casual touch. We're just friends. I'm not thinking about him wrapping those tattooed arms around me, every second of every day.
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Life's been hard for the two of us, on the run and on our own, but I just turned twenty-one and started working at a bar in a new city. I wear a fake wedding band and a veil of lies.
My gold ring didn't stop Sawyer. He looked into me with his heavenly green eyes, and I nearly forgot my pretty lies. Now he wants to help me get my life together.
I should stay away, because he could blow my cover. When we get found—and I know one day we will—I want my sister to be old enough to handle the truth about our past.
I may be hanging out with Sawyer, but we're definitely not dating. I swear, he's not setting me on fire with every glance or casual touch. We're just friends. I'm not thinking about him wrapping those tattooed arms around me, every second of every day.
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Mimi Strong / For You – Fun
Facts!
1. Sawyer's tattoos were
inspired by a cute waiter who served me and my friend breakfast the day I
started writing For You. I feel like
a sponge sometimes, picking up details from the world around me to put into
novels. I love writing in coffee shops, because if I need an idea for a side
character, I can just look out at the sidewalk. For example, I left Sawyer's
bike description blank for a few days until I saw a bike in real life that
inspired me. I could have just looked something up online, but reality inspires
me more.
2. Aubrey was a huge
challenge for me. She's way more serious than I am. I found myself hitting the
Backspace button to delete lines of dialog way more than I do when I'm writing
a really smart-ass character. I actually published a book called Smart Mouth Waitress (as Dalya Moon)
about a year ago, and while there are some parallels between the two books,
such as the waitress dating an artist, I was very careful keep Aubrey the way I
meant her to be. By the end of the book, I knew her a lot better.
3. Some beta readers asked
me if the infamous maple syrup scene might be taking it too far. I'm sure for
some people, it was. However, is there anything more exciting than hearing an
artist you enjoy saying the phrase, “I took a risk”? I have a musician friend
who pointed out that I'm quite brave with my work. Trust me, I don't always
feel brave, but I'm willing to take risks.
Excerpt
#2
Sawyer's
POV:
Aubrey had been telling me, in her own way, to keep my
distance. But then, just when I was about to back off, she invited me in.
She stood three steps up from me, on those stairs with their
dark blue carpets, and said, “There is no husband.”
I honestly thought we were going up to her place for another
beer, or to talk about what she'd meant.
Not many of my friends were married, but of the ones that
were, all the women wore two rings: the engagement ring, with the diamond, and
the wedding band that fit alongside it. Something about Aubrey's plain gold
band had never seemed right to me. No way would any man on this planet, no
matter how broke he was, not give a woman that beautiful something equally
pretty to show off to her friends.
I'd actually had this crazy thought that maybe she was in a
religious cult, and they were all married to their cult leader or something.
That happened in a movie I'd just watched, so it was fresh in my mind. I didn't
really believe it, but I knew something was weird about her situation.
I followed her up the stairs to her apartment. My roommate
Spanky wasn't wrong about her having a nice ass. I tried to keep my thoughts
under control, but my blood was still racing from dealing with those little
shitheads by the front door. I'd wanted to use the one kid as a bowling ball
and knock the other ones down—bang their heads together until some manners came
tumbling out. Little fuckers like that didn't understand reasoning and talking
things out. That's what their mothers had been using on them for years, for all
the good it did.
If somebody has no sense, you have to smack it into them.
That's just how it is.
Once Aubrey and I got inside the apartment, she looked at me
with those pale eyes, and I felt the pull of the moon. The force was stronger
than ever, drawing us together.
She let me kiss her, and her sweet lips made me hungry. I
stopped thinking. All instinct and desire. Her neck. My mouth on her breasts.
Her writhing underneath me. Pushing against me and pulling me to her at the
same time. So much confusion and desperation. Up was down, and she let out that
sweet cry of relief.
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1 comments
Thanks so much for having me on your blog! For You hit the USA Today Bestseller list, which is amazing. :-) Thank you!
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