In the last few weeks we have been posting little tid-bits and teasers in preparation for the upcoming release this summer of Making the Dean’s List, the second book in my With Honors series. The support I have received from my readers has been overwhelming. I love it when readers reach out to me and tell me how much they’ve enjoyed my book(s). And sometimes my readers say certain things that make me raise my eyebrows, such as this message that was left for me the other day on my Addison Winters, Author page on Facebook regarding the first book in my With Honors series, What I Really Learned in College.
“I’ve read your book twice and love it. But I will be sorely disappointed if Alex ends up with Mason’s dad. To me that would really make her a whore/ slut. I will not read the second book if that’s the way it ends.”
How would you respond to that?
Being a writer is a calling in life. It is not something one chooses to do. We do it because we HAVE to, because we would go stark raving mad if we didn’t. Our overactive imagination runs wild and seeks an outlet that causes us to jump out of bed in the middle of the night just to write down that scene that we had been struggling our way through. It is a burning passion that scorches our souls and demands to be heard.
That being said we do not get to pick what our characters do, say, or how they behave. Every character in every book/series that we write/create takes on a life of their own. They each have their own unique personality, quirks, talents, and appearance. Do we, as their creator, always agree with the things they do, things they say, or how they handle any given situation? No. But what we do have to do is be true to them and to their story. Because it is THEIR story, not ours. We are simply the medium they use for their voices to be heard.
So, when I receive a message such as the aforementioned I simply replied with; ‘I’m glad you enjoyed the first book’.
What else can I say?
Just a lil’ teaser…
Just a little sneak peak from What I Really Learned in College to entice you before the release of the second book in the With Honors series, Making the Dean’s List this summer.
Rated R for strong sexual content!
I put on a pair of pajama bottoms and a sweatshirt and curled up on the couch with a blanket. I flipped on the television to a rerun of Criminal Minds, one of my favorite shows. The last thing I felt like doing was studying even though I knew I needed to catch up on some reading. I snuggled in with a blanket and got comfortable. Visions of Mason kept haunting me and I could only pray that I hadn’t made a big mistake.
My cell phone buzzed bringing me out of a fog. It was Lisa.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“I just got the kids down, finally. McKenzie did not want to go to sleep tonight. I fight with them every time they come back from their dad’s,” she complained.
“Luckily, my dad wore the boys out today. They barely stayed awake long enough to take their showers. I put them down just a little big ago. They’re already asleep.”
“So, how did things go with the beanie boy? I’ve been dying to call you all day.”
“Me? What about you and Nick? I cannot believe you took Nick home with you,” I laughed.
“Nick,” she laughed. “Nick is built like a hamster.”
“What? You’re kidding me. He’s so cute,” I exclaimed.
“Yes, beautiful, young, built like a brick shit-house, Nick is hamster boy. You got sex on a stick beanie boy. I got hamster boy. How freaking fair is that?” Lisa complained.
“I’m so sorry,” I couldn’t stop laughing. “Please, tell me he at least knew what he was doing?”
“Ten second hamster boy? Are you kidding? It took longer to get undressed than to have sex. It was horrible.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I tried by best to stop laughing but I couldn’t.
“I would have been better off taking Jared home or even that little ginger headed boy.” Her voice was dripping in sarcasm.
“So, I am guessing you won’t be seeing him again?”
“He’s twenty-one years old, I don’t need another child,” she remarked.
“This coming from the woman who’s encouraged me for the last three months to ravish beanie boy?” I teased.
“Because you’ve spent two days a week with him every week for the last several months. Because you two have been playing this flirty little game since you’ve met. Because you need to return to a world where men exist and sex is fabulous and curls our toes and makes you scream. Because he’s good for you.” Her explanation surprised me a little.
“Do I need to remind you that he’s the same age as Nick?”
“Do I need to remind you that you’re five years younger than me?” she shot back.
“I am twelve years older than him. He’s a kid!”
“You need someone young to bring you back to life. Like I said, he’s good for you.”
“You keep saying that. I’m not so sure.”
“So…,” she said, edging me to further explain.
“Oh, come on, Alex. Did you pop the boy’s cherry or not?” Lisa laughed.
“That ship sailed long before I got my hands on him.” Not long before.
“Please, tell me he was better than hamster boy?”
“I would have to say he’s definitely not hamster boy. Not at all.”
“I knew it, you slut! How was he?”
“He’s a little rough around the edges, but he’s got potential.” I wasn’t about to tell her about our first encounter last night. I’d sooner forget about it myself. “He’s performance was a six, a high six, and there was definite potential for growth. No pun intended, but his pregame needs a lot of work!”
“How bad was it?” I knew she was fishing for details.
“Let’s just say I’ve been weather proofed.”
“Oh, my God!” she roared with laughter.
“It was bad, really bad. I mean I could have propped my feet up on his shoulders and given myself a perfect pedicure. The boy had one stroke.” I couldn’t keep from laughing myself. “I mean I could have given him a roadmap, a GPS, put up neon signs and he couldn’t find my clitoris. I don’t think he even knows what one is let alone where it is. And don’t get me started on his poking…Ahhhhhh!” I playfully screamed into the phone but not loud enough to wake my boys, before I burst into laughter with her.
“We’re so terrible,” she said out of breath.
“Why? Because we’re honest? Thank God he’s got a huge cock or I think I would have cried.” She roared through the phone. “I’m serious.”
“How big was he?”
“It was nine, easy. I wanted to measure it. And it was so beautiful. Or maybe it’s just been that long cause I swear I almost came as soon as I climbed on it.”
“Lucky bitch,” Lisa said, her voice heavy with envy.
“I don’t know. I think it may have been a big mistake. I probably shouldn’t have slept with him.”
“You think too much, Alex. Just have fun and enjoy yourself for a change. Live life a little.”
“You’re insane.” I sighed heavily. “I’m gonna go. I am exhausted.
“I bet you are!”
Coming this summer! The long awaited sequel to last summer’s erotic, sensual, and humorous satire, What I Really Learned in College, the HOT new release of Making the Deans List, With Honors series, Book 2.
So, as a little tease just to entice you in preparation of book 2, here is an excerpt from What I Really Learned in College, With Honors series, book 1.
“Okay, this is how you do it.” Nick took a packet of sugar, ripped it open and emptied the contents on top of his hand. “Lick.” He licked. “Shot.” He squeaked out the word. “And suck.” He quickly picked up a lemon wedge from the bowl in the center of the table and sucked hard on it. “Your turn.” He looked over at Lisa with an I-dare-you look on his face. She looked across the table from me, silently telling me he should know better.
I rolled my eyes back at her. “You too.” Mason nudged me in the side. “Come on,” he urged until I picked up a packet of sugar and handed one to Lisa.
She shook the contents of the packet down to one end keeping her eyes on Nick. “Are you even old enough to be here?” she teased him.
“I’m old enough,” he replied with a smirk.
Lisa looked at me and winked. Then she took a hold of Nick’s hand, turned it upside down and dumped the sugar on the inside of his wrist. The other three guys chuckled and Nick smiled nervously. She leaned over him in a seductive manner and gently licked the sugar off Nick’s wrist. Nick blushed four shades of red while Lisa took her shot and eagerly sucked on a lemon wedge. I couldn’t stop laughing.
“Top that!” Lisa dared me and slid a shot towards me.
“Please . . .” I shifted in my seat towards Mason and ripped the sugar packet open. Mason had a devilish grin on his face. I smiled and shook my head at him. I tilted his head to the side and brushed his curls out of my way, dumping the sugar on the small of his neck. That brought about another holler from the other three guys and Lisa roared. I leaned into Mason so he could feel my breath against his neck and slowly dragged my tongue over his warm skin, did the shot, and sucked on the lemon. Everyone at the table cheered.
I smiled over at Mason not believing I had just done that to him. From the look on his face, he couldn’t believe it either. Each of the guys picked up their shot, toasted Lisa and I, and downed them.
“Okay, it’s on soccer mom.” Lisa said with a smirk as the waitress brought around a fresh round of drinks and shots for us all. She playfully pushed Nick’s face sideways and scattered the sugar grains along his cheek, ending right next to his lips. Nick was grinning from ear to ear in anticipation. Lisa twisted herself around to where she was nearly sitting on Nick’s lap. She caressed his cheek as she slowly dragged her tongue over the sugar, ending with a long passionate kiss. This trick brought about a round of applause and cheers from the guys, who then immediately turned to me to see if I was going to attempt to top her last play.
“Was that supposed to be sexy?” I tossed at her jokingly. “This is sexy.” I lifted up another sugar packet and gave it a good shake before I turned towards Mason. “Stick out your tongue please.” He obliged. I shook the sugar over his tongue. “Forgive me if this is out of line,” I whispered softly in his ear when everyone else thought I was just tormenting him. Mason turned towards me cupping my face in his hands and sliding his tongue gently over mine. Then he tightened his hold just a bit and finished the kiss with a passion and fire that I had not felt in years. He literally took my breath away. When he finally broke away from me he buried his face in my neck and whispered softly, “Ditto.”