This weekend has been weirdly productive. I've thought of a new contemporary romance series based off of songs I love. Click below for more.
There is this song and I love it. It's dirty and sexy and beautiful all at once. It's about a couple who fights and has sex and there is nothing in between those two crazy emotions. I thought this would make the base for a really great story. And holy hell, I was right. Not to toot my own horn or anything but this shit is goood. I've never had more fun writing a sex scene. I've committed myself to three stories based on three different songs I love around 45k-50k in length . I'd love to have all three finished before the year is up and then I will decide if I want to submit them or self publish. I've never self published before but after attending RWA and learning about all the benefits of self publishing, I sort of really want to try it.
I'd love for this series to be ready for publishing by next summer. If I could release in June, July, and August I think it would make for some fun summer reads...which is why I have dubbed this series the Summer in the City series. Super fun, super cute, hot sex, sweltering heat (at least in NYC) and based on love songs I can't get enough of. Here's a little sneak peak of the first chapter of the first book, as of right now untitled.
Please keep in mind this is completely unedited:
The first time we fight I feel alive. I feel my skin sweating and my blood pumping and my hair sticking to my face in the stinking New York City humidity. It’s like I was numb for so long and here is this asshole screaming at me to move my car from his spot. And it feels so fucking good to scream right back at him.
I never yell, I never honk my horn when a pedestrian crosses the street with their face buried in their phone. But now I yell. I tell the idiot that there are no spots that are assigned to people on the block. He tells me it’s an unwritten rule. I tell him I’m moving into the building and there’s an actual written rule that if I double-park the U-Haul I will get a ticket.
I’ve lived in New York City my entire life but until this moment I’d never adhered to the loud-mouthed filterless culture. With this guy and his amber colored hair, and gold cross around his neck¾I scream my fucking head off. Over a parking space of all things.
A parking space.
We curse at each other, drawing a crowd, until all of a sudden he offers to help me move into the apartment. The gesture strikes me dumb but I accept, not knowing what else to do. By the time we bring the first few boxes up the stairs I’ve reasoned that it’s the least he can do to make up for his ridiculous behavior.
Then he has me against the wall in my soon to be new bedroom, and his lips are on mine and my legs are wrapped round his waist. There’s no reasoning this part away. There is just being.
I hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it. Stay tuned for more!
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