Saturday, August 22, 2015

#6BestHop The Horror of a Crying Woman

Welcome to Six Best Blog Hop where authors of every variety can exhibit six paragraphs of some of their best. This week I'm sharing from my newest book, Candi's Debt. The scene is a part of Hank and Candi's initial meeting.


I drag in an aggravated breath, running a hand through my hair. I really don’t need this shit. And didn't this chick know better than to go off with fucking strangers? “Is there a friend I can call for you?” I ask, trying to be the voice of reason.

 She shakes her head and wraps her arms around my waist as she starts sobbing. Big, body wracking sobs shake her.

 She’s nice and tall, and all her curves hit me just right. Great, now I’m trying not to notice how luscious her body feels pressed up against mine. And it feels fucking amazing. I definitely don’t want to think on how good she smells. A touch of cigarette smoke and rum cling to her, but underneath that is a light, flowery perfume scent that has my pulse pounding. My dick twitches twice, and I try not to breathe too deeply.

   Shit, shit, shit. I really don’t need this. Rubbing her back I give her a “there, there,” wondering what the hell I’m supposed to do now. I’m not one to play the knight in shining freaking armor. This is a prime example of why I date hardass chicks that avoid emotional displays. Who needs a regular diet of this shit? That fact alone makes it even more shocking when I hear myself say, “I think there's a twenty-four-hour diner around here. Why don't we go get coffee and I'll take you to your car?”

 “Oh my god, thank you. That would be nice,” she says, patting my chest. “You're so nice. And sweet.” She moves in to kiss me and I jerk back a little. I’m hella attracted to her, but I’m not the kind of guy who takes advantage of the needy desperate women. Undeterred, this girl drops to her knees, working my belt buckle.

 For a moment I can’t move. I can barely breath, standing transfixed by the beautiful blonde on her knees undoing my fucking belt. Under different circumstances I'd find out how far she could take me. See how her luscious lips would look wrapped around my cock, but now—I give myself a mental slap. My mother was like her. A gorgeous whore. Who knows how many times this girl has 'thanked' men on her knees. I refuse to be like the men who had used my mother.


The men in my family are gamblers, cheats, and thieves. They aren’t loyal to anyone but themselves. It’s the Dawson way. My oldest brother was killed for sticking to that tradition.

I refuse to let that happen to my little brother. He’s all I have in this world and I’ll do anything to save him.

His debts are now mine, and I always pay my debts.
Now if a certain ape leader would get out of my way, things would go much more smoothly.


I swore never to return to Texas. But here I am, wading neck deep into shit creek. I’m not even getting paid for this crap.

And Candi? She has more secrets than sense and represents everything I try to avoid. I’m not sure how I got tangled up with her in the first place. I have no business getting involved with a woman like her. She needs to be saved from herself.

I don’t have a white knight complex, and this girl needs a savior. I can’t be that guy.

*Author's Note: Candi's Debt  is a full length, stand alone HEA. It contains adult themes, taboo dirty talk, harsh language, and explicit sexual content.


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