Alrighty Ladies and Gents! I promised, you delivered! Now that The Storm Inside is out and getting reviews, I am ready to release the first excerpt from the upcoming sequel. (When I get to the magical 10 reviews on Amazon and Bn.com, I’ll release the new title!)
The second book is told from BOTH Eve AND Jake’s points of view and the following is from a Jake chapter. It is raw and unedited, so please forgive typos, etc. This is a work in progress!
I’d done it all: flowers, dinner, wine, and a new movie.
But my guest of honor was missing.
“Jake?” her voice rang through the empty house.
“In here.” I called.
I’d given myself quite the lecture. I was not going to be a controlling jerk. I was going to give her time to explain. I was going to be understanding.
“You’re home early… and sitting in the dark with a drink? What happened?” She set her bag down on the counter and peeled off her blazer.
It was funny how simple her outfit looked this morning, but now it seemed sexy. Damn sexy. Her top was unbuttoned to her breasts. Her perfect breasts. My sun necklace only drew my attention to them even more. Her pants clung to her curves accentuating her amazingly sexy body.
Why did she have to look so hot in everything she wore?
“How long have you been sitting here?”
I glanced down at my watch, “An hour. You didn’t answer your phone.”
Her eyes widened some more and she flipped her bag open, “I’ve had it on silent since the meeting started. I’m so sorry. I just assumed you were going to be busy all evening, too.”
“You didn’t answer your office phone either.”
She set her phone quietly on the counter and spun toward me. “Jake, stop. Whatever you’re thinking… just stop.”
“Eve, you always answer your phone. Always. What happened tonight?” I desperately wanted her to have a simple and easy explanation that would make all of these ridiculous worries in my male pea-brain go away.
She put her balled-up fists on her hips and glared at me. “Please, tell me how your day with Miss Sweet and Perfect went.”
“This is not about me, Eve. I came home early to an empty house.” She was not turning the tables on me.
“Then why aren’t you answering me? Just because you came home on time doesn’t mean nothing happened during your day.”
“I have nothing to hide. Unlike you, who seem to be hell bent on keeping your missing hours a f*cking secret!”
For a split second I saw fire in her eyes. “You have lost your mind! Do you really think so little of me? Maybe I’ve got our marriage all wrong!”
She spun on her heel and stomped out of the room, but there was no way I was letting her out of there while we were still talking. “Eve, get back in here. We are not done talking.”
“F*ck off!” she yelled, stomping down the hallway.
“Hell no. You are my wife and we having this discussion whether you like it or not.”
She slammed the library door in my face and turned the lock before I could get my hand on the knob. It didn’t stop me from trying anyway. I was too pissed to be calm and reasonable. I jiggled the handle and beat my fist against the door. “Eve, open the damn door.”
“F*ck. Off.” she yelled back and I heard the squeaky sound of her throwing herself on the leather couch.
I hit the door again and then rested my forehead against the cool surface. I absolutely hated having a barrier of any kind between us. It felt physically wrong on a good day, but when we were fighting I wanted to incinerate anything that kept me from her.
The fact she wouldn’t tell me what she was doing kept running through my head on a loop. “Eve, I’m serious. We need to talk.”
“And I need to calm down. Go away, Jake.”
Calm down? Calm down? What in the hell did she have to calm down from? She was the one who stayed late at work and didn’t answer her phone. “If you don’t open this door I will go full-on Rhett Butler. I will kick this door in and carry you up the stairs kicking and screaming.” I’d been forced to watch that movie with Eve more times than I could count.
The lock clicked and the door opened. “You are such a bastard sometimes.”
I let her walk back across the room while I let my anger simmer. “I may be a bastard, but I love you. There is nothing scarier than the idea of losing you. Maybe I’m as asshole and I’m overreacting, but I’m your asshole. I will overreact any time I damn well please when it comes to you.”
Her arms were crossed and there was a scowl on her face, but the corners of her lips turned up just a little. “I hate when you get like this. It feels like you don’t trust me.”
“I do trust you. I trust you more than I’ve ever trusted anyone. Doesn’t make me any less scared of losing you. And it doesn’t automatically make me trust anyone else in the world.”
“Nothing happened, I swear.”
My heart was out of control. It was beating wildly and I was pretty sure it might launch itself out of my chest. “You could have lead with that.”
“You could have let me.”
“Ashley was weird today.”
Eve flushed a little, her blood pressure must have just skyrocketed up to my level. “Weird how?”
“Apparently she thinks she knows me better than anyone else ever has or ever could.”
Eve shot up off the couch, marched right past me, and out of the library. “Where are you going?” I asked as she grabbed her keys from the bowl by the door.
“I’m gonna kill her!”
Eve was hot when she was mad. “Don’t leave. You don’t need to kill her.”
She reached for the door handle just as I rushed forward and wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her body back against mine. The contact mixed with her scent set my senses on fire.
“Let me go! I need to kick the crap out of her delicate ass!”
“No.” I whispered against the sensitive part of her ear. “Don’t leave me. I need you.”
“F*ck,” she sighed, relaxing back against me.
I took the keys from her hands and tossed them at the table (missing completely, I might add) while she pushed the door shut and locked it, keeping her palms flattened against the smooth surface.
“I want to rip out her throat.”
I smiled against the skin of her neck and flexed my fingers into the soft flesh of her hips. “And that makes me love you even more.”