I’m going to let you in on a secret: I’m
terrible at updating social media. I have two Facebook accounts. There’s the Thayer
King one and then there’s the personal one for family, friends, and games. I update
the personal account about once a year. Last year I posted two photos of my dog
so that should cover this year’s posts as well.
I say all this in hopes that you’ll
understand why it’s March and I haven’t updated…well, anywhere. I really
appreciate your patience. Thank you to all of you who’ve dropped by to comment
here and on the Thayer King FB page.
I had really, really hoped to have His
Fantasy completed by January. And then by February. I can only blame myself. I
tend to start a book with enthusiasm but as I near the end, my attention
wanders off. This happens not only when I’m writing a book, but also when I’m
reading one.
Despite this, I’m very close to
finishing His Fantasy. For those of you who purchased Chatting with a Vampire,
you’ve already read an excerpt. For those of you who didn’t, here’s a bit of a
teaser:
She was in danger of falling out of the damn dress. Kendal admitted she
looked sexy as hell after all of Jennifer’s prodding and primping. They’d left
Garrett to close up the shop while they left for Jen’s house. Kendal had styled
her hair so that it fell in thick spiral curls around her practically bare
shoulders. The dress had thin straps and a plunging neckline that revealed the
soft inner curves of her cleavage.
As she was seated at the reserved table, her self-esteem was bolstered
by the many appreciative looks she’d seen from male customers as she’d walked
through the dining area. This certainly wasn’t her usual look and she’d been
worried that she wouldn’t be able to pull it off. Staring at her heart shaped
face in the mirror, she’d been stunned by Jennifer’s handiwork. She’d even felt
a spark of anticipation at going out and being seen in this dress.
She glanced at her watch. Her date was running late. Kendal suddenly
realized that she didn’t even know the guy’s name. After she was given water,
she pulled her phone out of the dainty purse Jen had given her. Her oversized
cell phone left little room for anything else besides a lipstick. Jen had laughed
and slid in a condom. Kendal didn’t bother telling Jen that she wouldn’t need
it. She found Jen in her list of contacts and called her. Jen answered on the
fourth ring. She could hear whimpering in the background. He’d been asleep the
entire time she’d been at the house.
“Aw, is that little Garrett?”
“Yeah, he has a fever. He’s fine. Nothing a bit of medication and sleep
can’t handle. How’s the date? He’s to die for, isn’t he?”
“He hasn’t arrived. I called because you never told me his name.”
“I didn’t? Oh, that’s odd. His name is—” Garrett chose that moment to
wail rather loudly.
Kendal winced. “You’re sure he’s OK?”
“Kendal, can you hold on a sec?”
She glanced around the restaurant while she waited for Jennifer to come
back to the phone. She tapped her fingers on the table. She couldn’t help but
notice as a tall man in a designer suit made his way through the restaurant. He
was undeniably handsome. His black hair was thick and curly. He wore it a bit
longer than was the norm for men in power suits. His eyes were a pale color she
could not identify from this distance. She frowned. He looked familiar.
Jen came back onto the line sounding breathless. “Sorry about that,
Ken.”
“It’s OK. You have Garrett settled?”
“Yup, he’s happy in daddy’s arms.”
Kendal’s frown intensified as the man locked gazes with her and smiled.
His eyes slid over her barely-there dress and his smile widened. “Jen, I
couldn’t hear you when you mentioned my date’s name. What is it?”
The man stopped at her table and grinned down at her. His eyes were a
strange pale green that was almost clear. It was a most unusual color. It
reminded her of a mist covered pond. He held out his hand. “Kendal, I’m Ciaran
Gregson.”
“Ciaran Gregson,” said Jen simultaneously.
“Shit,” Kendal muttered.
Only Jen heard her. “What was that?”
“Nothing. Know this, Jen, you owe me big time,” she hissed with her head
averted from Ciaran.
“What? Why? He’s everything I said he was and more.”
“It’s the ‘more’ I want to discuss with you later.” Kendal hung up on
her friend. Jen knew she did not date white men. And of all the white men in
the world, she would pick the one man responsible for that choice. Ciaran
Gregson had made her last year of high school a nightmare. Well, she thought,
pasting on an insincere smile as she finally greeted Ciaran, she could make
sure at least one night of his life was hell, too. “Kendal Washington.” She
shook his hand briefly before withdrawing.
