Destiny Happened has hit the retail shelves!
A section of the milling crowd parted, and a few whistles snagged my attention. No. The whistles weren’t directed at me. They were for some dark-haired woman who was tossing her hands in the air and shaking her ass.
I’ll admit, she was attractive in a Jennifer Garner kind of way. But the woman next to her, shaking her head and smiling—long, honey-blonde hair gleaming in the sun—was a fucking knockout. A knockout who looked my way. A knockout who stared at me, then glanced past me—eyes narrowing—her porcelain-doll face going serious as she started in my direction.
Maybe it was the way she held herself. The biting of her luscious bottom lip. The gentle sway of those shapely hips. Or maybe it was the hip-hugging jeans and white, scoop-neck, long-sleeved tee showing off all her curves that did it. But she had this combination good-girl-next-door with a hint of wild-in-the-sack vixen vibe going on.
Filthy images of what I could do to muss her up raced through my head at supersonic speed.
I was ready to give her my best smile. Flirt a little. Maybe get her phone number. And I was just about to do all of that when without hesitation she stepped up to me, popped up on her tiptoes, tossed her arms around my neck, pressed those soft, full tits into my hard chest and smashed her plush, pink lips against mine.
All right. I’d had my fair share of women hit on me, and do that shit hard, but a woman literally throwing herself against me and taking charge without so much as a hello? Well, that was a first. When it came to the fairer sex, I took the lead. Regardless, though, I wasn’t stopping her. In fact, screw introductions. I didn’t need any.
Groaning, my right hand grabbed the back of her neck—fingers tangling into the strands of her silky hair. My other hand, still holding my wet shirt, went to her ass and pulled her even tighter into me.
She made a little mew of sound which turned into a throaty moan—her smaller frame melting into me as I plunged my tongue into her mouth, tasting an explosion of cool mint and womanly desire.
Yeah. I was full-on frenching someone I didn’t know—deep penetration style—while in front of Pops, Joe, and the entire swell of weekenders at Oktoberfest.
Obviously, I didn’t care.
Both my brain and body agreed. It was time to get down and dirty. This became apparent when all the blood I possessed rushed to my dick, and I ground myself into her pelvis. It didn’t matter where we were. It didn’t matter the woman in my arms was a stranger.
Nothing in the world did but the feel, smell, and taste of her.
I needed more. More touching, tasting…just more.
Awareness seeped into my ‘need woman now’ mindset when she let go of me and pressed a palm to my bare shoulder, attempting to push me away.
Definitely get her number became the thought overtaking me as she stopped our rigorous game of tonsil hockey and stepped back, breaking my hold.
Staring down into the most exquisite pair of navy-blue eyes, I was struck mute. That was new as well. I’d never before been tongue-tied over a woman. Not only was I silent, but it also seemed I lost my ability to move.
Part of me understood I probably looked like a complete dumbfuck, standing there in front of our booth with a raging hard-on, shirtless, and goddamned speechless, but I just couldn’t pull my gaze from her.
A rosy hue started at her chest, crawled up her neck, and swept across her cheeks. She placed her fingertips on her kiss-swollen lips, whispered “Sorry,” spun around, and took off like the devil and all his minions were on her trail.
Her leaving so abruptly snapped me out of my stupor, and all my faculties crashed back in place with a jolt to my system. Rebooting me.
“Hey! Wait!” I called out, reaching. “Don’t go. What’s your name?”
All I caught was thin air and a peek of her shoulder as she blended into the crowd.
Hi, everyone. I’m sure you have noticed that things in my little corner of the world have been quiet. No newsletters for the past couple of months, no blogging, and and very little social media interaction. No, I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth. I’ve been dealing with some health problems, not only for me but for my father to which I am the main caregiver. On Sept. 23rd I went to the ER for extremely high blood pressure, and from there I have gone through tests, doctors, medication changes and serious vertigo. Let me tell you, having dizzy spells day after day on and off so bad they make you toss your cookies isn’t fun! But if vertigo isn’t bad enough, my father was also hospitalized. He is now home but dealing with health problems that require doctors and tests, too. Also during this time one of my publisher’s closed shop, so 6 of my stories are no longer available. That means at some point, they will be re-published but for now, they are not available. More to info to come on them as I get the re-publishing sorted out. :) The good news is the dizzy spells have settled down and I was finally able to write in November for the first time since before my ER visit which is something to celebrate. However, I was behind before in my writing and now I’m really, really behind. I’m asking my readers and fans to please understand and hang in there with me. I’m not gone, I’ve just been out of commission. But I do have even more good news. An upcoming December release! So here is the cover reveal. Cover Art by Cover Love Designs.
Of course, I noticed Mr. Shirtless. With a bod like his, who wouldn’t? But his hot-factor didn’t matter. What did? My asshat ex and the need to make him jealous. So, I strolled up to the panty-melting stranger as though I knew him and laid one on him, hoping said asshat would see I’d moved on just fine without him. Only, he never saw me kissing another man.
I spotted her—honey-blonde hair gleaming in the sun as she came my way. I’d flirt. Smile. Maybe get her number. I sure the hell didn’t expect her to toss her arms around my neck, mashing her body against mine, and kiss the ever-loving shit out of me. Then, she stopped. Stepped back. Blushed. Whispered “Sorry” and blended into the crowd. I never got her name that day. Or her number. However, fate had other plans and Destiny happened…again.
Some of you may remember this story. It was first published in May of this year as part of the Down & Dirty box set. Well, as of the first part of December that set will no longer be available, and the rights to Destiny Happened will have been returned to me. So, I have added new content to Desi and Kash’s original story and decided to re-publish it as a standalone with December 18th as the target release for the eBook. Print and audio will follow.
I've learned so much along the way, had ups, downs, wins, losses and have grown so much since that very first blog post all those years ago. While I loved having that blog to share my thoughts, crazy things happening in my life, posts about my works in progress, new releases, blog hops, and hosting a whole bunch of fellow authors (both established and just starting out) it was/is time to make some changes. So, after much consideration, London's Scribbles will no longer be utilized on Blogger.
I am, however, leaving the old blog up, although it will no longer be active. If you wish, you can browse the archived posts from London's Scribbles. As you can see, I have left a note on the right sidebar with the link to my old blog just in case anyone would like access for a while. But from this point on, all blog posts will be found here on my website.
Let the new blogging journey begin!
London's Scribbles is no longer an active blog site. You can still access London's old Blogger blog if you wish to browse archived posts dating from December of 2010 to July of 2018 by clicking on the above link.