Life as a new author …
I’ve been in a funk these past few days: a favourite character of mine died on what used to be one of my must watch TV shows, my promise to quit coffee cold turkey is not going as I’d planned. I’m having a hard time getting into studying for an upcoming exam, slightly freaking out over my work schedule this summer being more than I can handle, and my ebooks are popping up all over the internet.
Which gets me into wanting to talk a bit about piracy. I really hate that word, to be honest. I just feel like as authors, especially indie authors, we work so hard on trying to get our books noticed, spend so much time and $$ to get them the best they can be, and we get rewarded with sites that offer ebooks for free without our permission. I feel like I’m fighting a losing battle. And no, it’s not just the well known authors that have to deal with this because it’s happening to me, as well as another indie friend of mine.
Whether you DRM protect your work or not, it really means nothing. Dahlia wasn’t and Fallen Tears was and I found them both online. The first time it happened to me was actually last Christmas, days after Dahlia was released.
If anyone has any insight, I’m all ears. Do I cover my ears and shut my eyes and pretend it doesn’t exist? Or should I continue to go vigilante on their asses? It’s just another distraction pulling me away from my writing …
But enough of all the depressing crap; excuse my minor rant.
Let’s talk upcoming books.
I’m currently working on two novellas, one which I’ve already posted a chapter on, Those Four Letter Words, and the other which I’m keeping a secret for now. They’re both going to be a part of a collection of shorts and novellas that I want to combine as a print book.
With Those Four Letter Words, I’m happy to say that I finally finished the draft and handed it over to a lovely author (thanks, Kaylee!) who took time out of her busy schedule to read it. This is before I make any necessary changes and hand it over to my editor to see what he thinks.
So I feel the need to post the next chapter. It’s a novella so it’s short, these chapters of mine. As a matter of fact, sometimes I wonder if they’re too short …
Read Jade’s story. I have to say I believe her life is complicated than most, poor thing.
That was what he was … a wolf. A wolf in sheep’s clothing just ready to pounce. Little did he know I was a tiger heading straight for the kill.
As soon as I woke up, I knew something was wrong. Something felt … off.
Lying on my back, I rubbed my chest at the uncomfortable feeling I was experiencing, almost like indigestion. I touched my face and scowled, feeling the puffiness of my skin, then aggressively rubbed my eyes, as if that gesture alone would make yesterday disappear. Sighing in defeat, I rolled my eyes at nothing in particular as I realized my life had resorted to chest pains and crying myself to sleep.
Groaning, I rolled out of bed and made my way to my dresser. I ignored the green-looking rock settled on the center of the dresser and opened up the top drawer. I blindly picked out a pair of underwear and bra then dragged myself to my closet, grabbing the first clothes I could find. Opening the door, I made my way sluggishly down the hallway toward the bathroom, not looking up. That was my mistake because I banged into a hard, naked chest and stumbled back, my eyes widening from the shock.
Before my ass landed on the ground, hands roughly grabbed my elbows and prevented my misfortune and I balanced on the balls of my feet. Once I got my equilibrium back in check, I planted my feet back on the ground and blinked up tiredly, only to see mocking green eyes greeting me.
“What are you doing here?” I couldn’t hide the irritation in my voice as I frowned into his face. I noticed he still held me by my elbows so I wrenched my body away from him. My fatigue, the fight with Connor the day before followed by his indiscretions, the weird feeling in my chest, and now bumping into the devil incarnate, was not the greatest start to my day.
My eyes quickly ran over his body and face and I gave a hard swallow. He had gotten … bigger over the years; his muscles clearly bulged underneath his smooth skin. There was no hint of the baby face he used to have. It was now replaced by raw masculinity. Not to mention the dangerous vibe he was emitted with his forearms newly decorated with tattoos, dark brown hair, almost black, cut low and the silver dog tags around his neck.
“Good morning to you too, Sweet Cheeks,” he said with a wink, his already low voice roughened with sleep as his eyes raked my body intently. I instantly shivered by the sound of his voice as he looked over at me, then glanced down at myself. I was only wearing a low tank top and booty shorts.
I ignored the fluttering in my stomach, rejected my reaction toward him, and scowled. I hugged my clothes with one hand to my chest and with the other, stuck a middle finger in the air at him.
“Fuck off.” Then I walked around him and marched right into the bathroom, slamming the door shut in his face, ignoring his low chuckle from the other side of the door.
There was no way in hell I would have anything to do with him ever again. That ship sailed years ago and I refused to get back on. I had enough to deal with Connor as it was.
Please tell me again why my brother had to be best friends with that asshole? With him and my current jerk of a boyfriend, life was really sucking right now.
I quickly took a shower and changed into my usual black attire—jeans and a t-shirt. Pulling my long dark brown hair into a low ponytail, I jogged down the stairs as I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed an apple on the table.
I bit into the apple with an unnecessary fierceness and said nothing, chewing, as I looked at the four occupants surrounding the kitchen table, looking as if everything was fine in the world, me scowling at all of them in return.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” I stared at my mother in shock. She actually had the audacity to look at me with her innocent baby blue … contact lenses. Yes, my forty-five year old mother wore colored contacts. “What’s wrong is sitting right across from you,” I exclaimed, pointing an index finger at a smirking green-eyed devil. “Why in the hell is he here?”
“Jade, language,” my father said firmly, giving me a stern look. I gave the same look right back at him as I stared intently into his hazel eyes, something I had learned from him over the years.
“Apologize,” he said with a shake of his pitch-black hair, a curl hanging loosely into his eye.
I sulked then rolled my eyes as I crossed my arms over my chest, not backing down.
I knew my dad was serious so I looked back at the green-eyed devil and muttered, “Sorry.”
I saw him give another smirk as my brother blatantly laughed, looking like a younger, happier replica of my dad, except for his brown eyes that gleamed with laughter.
“Is anyone going to answer why he’s here?”
“‘He’ has a name,” my mother said with a raised brow.
“I know that,” I said, exasperated with my family. “But as you all know, I fail to acknowledge him. Why is he here?” I asked again.
My brother, Bryn, finally decided to answer. “He’s gonna be staying with us.”
My anger started to rise within my chest. “Over my dead—”
“He is going to be staying with us indefinitely,” my brother said looking hard at me. I shut up instantly at the look he gave me. I always pushed B’s buttons, but I knew when to stop.
Now was the time to stop.
I shook my head, finding the room small. I needed to get out of there; it was suddenly difficult to breath with this unwanted presence. Without another word, I tossed my half-eaten apple in the compost, grabbed my jacket and bag, then ran out the front door. I stopped right at the edge of the driveway. Inhaling shakily, I didn’t hear the door open and close but I suddenly felt a warm presence behind me. I stood looking forward, not daring to turn around.
We both stayed silent, our breaths the only sounds heard as our chests moved in sync, back and forth, up and down.
“Jade….” his low voice rumbled against my neck and I couldn’t help the tingle that ran down my spine. I closed my eyes, swallowing hard; I always loved his voice.
It had definitely gotten deeper.
“No,” I whispered to myself, refusing to conjure up those feelings of my fifteen-year-old self. They were dead and buried now, too much pain and heartache associated with that time. So I did the only thing I could think of doing.
Excerpt from Those Four Letter Words, Copyright © 2013 Christina Channelle.
Among other things …
Unfortunately, I will not be posting as much because life is really handing it to me right now. I do want to thank ambitiouspoet for nominating me for the Sunshine Award, though. At this moment in time, I wouldn’t be able to complete it.
I joined Pinterest and am having a grand old time collecting photos of my celebrity crushes. It’s great having them all in one place. Although there’s only four at the moment, if I remember correctly. 🙂
That’s all for now,