Friday, December 22, 2006

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, everyone! I'm going on vacation next week, so there will be no more blog posts until after the first of the year, so have a good one, y'all, and I'll see you on the flip side! :D


Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Which Man Do I Love?

I'm so confused. My husband has come back to me. But he's not the man I married. He's different now, and I'm not sure how I feel.

I can't help but care for him. I loved my husband with everthing inside of me. But... do I love Matthew? Or the man Matthew became?

It's hard for me to call him "Rogan". It's hard to look at him as anything less than my husband. But Rogan doubts my feelings for him. He talks of himself in the third person, as if Matthew no longer exists. But he does! He's standing right in front of me.

True, he no longer has memories of his life when he was married to me. In that respect, I guess he's right. Matthew Silver no longer exists. But my feelings for him do exist.

So where does that leave me? How can I say I love Rogan and be absolutely sure I love "him", not some memory of the man he used to be? And what of his feelings? If he's no longer Matthew, then he no longer loves me. When I realized that truth, it was as if someone had ripped out my heart.

The man I love does not love me.

He's attracted to me, there's no doubt in that. But he's attracted to me because he wants to know about the man he was before. He wants to know what kind of woman he married years ago. But it's not love.

And that's what hurts the most.

Can the same man fall in love with me--twice?

I hope to God he can. I cannot lose him again.

~~Marlie Silver

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

B*E*A*S*T* OF BURDEN Excerpt

Today I've decided to grace you with an excerpt from my book, B*E*A*S*T* OF BURDEN, coming February 1st, 2007. You've read Noah's story. Now buckle your seatbelts. My story is about to begin...

~~Rogan Wolfe


Rogan jerked awake and glanced around the room, disoriented. Sunlight poured through the blue curtains on the window near the headboard, and the sweet scent of Marlie surrounded him, but she wasn't in the bed. He could hear the sound of the shower in the master bathroom.

Damn it, he was going to drive himself insane. Thoughts of what she must look like naked ripped through his head like a freight train. Instantly his body tightened, and he had to grab hold of the comforter to keep himself from flying off the bed.

Last night had been the best night's sleep he'd gotten in a long time. He'd been so warm and comfortable, holding Marlie in his arms; he'd slept like a rock. Now, however, he lamented the fact that his body was now as hard as a rock.

"Shit," he whispered to himself, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. Rubbing his eyes, he merely sat there, wondering what the hell to do. The clock on the side table read 8:45 a.m. Good ol' what's-his-name was going to make an appearance in fifteen minutes. Rogan growled at the thought. Marlie had mentioned that her friend Kevin wanted to take their relationship to the next level. Even though Rogan had only been reunited with his wife for barely a day, he felt his protective instincts kick in.

Marlie was his mate--end of story, damn it.

Dear God, is she humming in there?

He swallowed hard, trying not to think about her soapy skin, but it was nearly impossible. He knew he'd probably seen her naked many times during his life before, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't conjure the image in his memory, and his curiosity got the better of him.

Standing from the bed, he limped over to the closed bathroom door and opened it. A wall of steam hit him in the face. Lucky for Rogan, the door didn't squeal on its hinges. The shower was a stall with an opaque glass door, so he could see the vague outline of Marlie's body through it. Growling at himself in the fogged up mirror, he made a split decision.

"I’m gonna regret this," he said under his breath.

He stepped out of his boxers and let his shirt fall to the floor. Bending over, he also unwrapped the bandages on his injured leg and threw them into the trash can. Already his wounds felt better. They were still an angry red underneath Marlie's stitches, but he was able to put more weight on his leg than the night before. It had been awhile since he'd showered, and he couldn't think of a better way to get clean than to share the shower with his extremely beautiful wife.

The moment he opened the stall door, Marlie squealed and turned around in fright, her body wet from head to toe. Her long dark hair clung to her back, and the water splashed over her skin in rivulets. Marlie's breasts were just the right size for his hands--if she'd let him touch her--and the patch of hair between her legs was neatly trimmed. She didn't even bother to cover herself, she merely chewed the inside of her lip.

Rogan had meant to step into the shower with her, but now that he'd gotten an eyeful of her exquisite body, all he could do was stand there and stare. Marlie looked at his face as if she were too afraid to glance down at his own nakedness.

After a few moments of shocked silence, she said harshly, "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm gonna join you, sweetheart," he said, finally finding his voice as he stepped into the stall.

Marlie swallowed hard. "This… this isn't a good idea."

"Oh?" he countered, raising a brow at her. "What better way for me to remember you than to touch every inch of you?"

She closed her eyes. "Dear Lord, Matt--I mean, Rogan. You're a stubborn man."

He had to grin at her. "Damn right, honey. Are you complaining?"

Marlie shook her head and finally looked down at him. She gasped at the proof of his desire. He grew harder just having her stare at him. With a groan, he pushed her against the tiles of the shower.

"Can I touch you?" he asked.

Rogan knew he was being bold by joining her in the shower, but he didn't want her to think she didn't have a choice. He wanted her to accept him back into her life, but he also wanted her to choose him for herself.

"Can I taste you?" He didn't even recognize his own husky voice. Her hands rested on his biceps as he leaned over her, the warm shower spray slicking his skin.


He placed a finger over her lips. "Yes or no," he said, giving her a look he hoped she could read. He was forcing the issue, but damn it, he had to remember her. He had to grab hold of the life he’d once had. And, looking down at her creamy skin once more, he had to put his mouth on her.

Marlie bit her lip but didn't break his eye contact. Her breathing was rapid, and he could smell her desire through the scent of her flowery soap. She ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders. Rogan thought he was going to burst if she didn't answer him soon.

"Yes," she finally whispered.


Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Christ, The Man's Insane

I really don't know what the hell the old man was thinking, putting Sean in charge of the mission to take Rogan out. True, Sean always had a passion for killing the guy, but it's turned into an obsession. Even I can see that.

Covington sent me to Alaska to collect the cougar. For whatever reason, the old man doesn't want Wade McAllister harmed. I don't really care, I just want to get the hell out of this place. It's too damn cold here. I can't wait to get back to Texas.

But I'm not so sure Sean will be able to stay focused and follow Covington's orders. I've talked to Sean. The man doesn't have a light on upstairs. Sure he's a Kodiak and sure he's a badass, but when he starts threatening me, ME, Brett Walker, that's where I draw the line.

I'd like to see him try to catch me.

I'm the fastest animal on the planet. B*E*A*S*T* saw to that. And Covington keeps me close for that reason alone. I think I pissed off Sean a little more by laughing in his face after his threats, but you know what? I don't give a flying shit. He's unstable. There's no doubt in my mind once Sean kills Rogan, Covington will instruct me to kill the grizzly bastard.

And it will be my pleasure.

~~Brett Walker