It's been a while since I've posted on the blog so I thought I'd stop in and give you something special. It's something special for me, at least.
You may already know that I'm working on the first book in the Coyote Ridge series - CURTIS. I have to say, this is one of the most incredible experiences I've had when righting a book so far. With Curtis and Lorrie, we already know where they are today from the Alluring Indulgence series. So, going back in time and discovering how they got to where they are is a journey. One I'm enjoying every second of. Their love story spans five decades, going all the way back to 1962 when they first met.
So, I thought I'd give you a little taste. I will tell you that my goal is to have this book released in March of this year. I am not going to pinpoint a date just yet because I have found that when I do, it sometimes messes with the creative process. That's one thing I love about being an indie author - I get to set my own timelines, which allows the story to come more freely. I don't fret about hitting a wall and not meeting a deadline.
If you haven't yet read the Alluring Indulgence series, I hope you will. And I hope you fall in love with the Walker family as much as I have.
In the meantime...
(this is an unedited excerpt from CURTIS (Coyote Ridge, #1) and may or may not be published in the final book)
“How does it feel to be seventeen?”
Lorrie’s sweet tone had Curtis glancing over at her. She was perched less than a foot away from him on the old fallen tree that had been stripped of its bark from weather and time. She looked so damn pretty, her golden hair falling down to her shoulders, that nice white dress that she’d worn to church that morning hugging her curves.
He couldn’t even understand how he ever thought Helen Jenkins was prettier than her. Lorrie was the prettiest girl he’d ever set eyes on.
“Not much different than sixteen, I don’t guess.” He found his voice was slightly rougher than usual. He attributed that to his hormones which seemed to be out of whack when she was around.
For two solid weeks, he’d been going about his business, only now he felt as though he had purpose. This girl had waltzed into his life and sidetracked him to the point he hadn’t spent any time with his friends or his family since that day she came to his door.
Granted, Lorrie hadn’t been quite as receptive to him as he was to her, but it did seem as though they’d established somewhat of a friendship during that time. Since he had laid it all on the line, letting her know he fully intended to win her over, she hadn’t been quite so… combative.
“I can’t imagine it does,” she said. “Fifteen doesn’t feel any different than fourteen either.”
Curtis couldn’t take his eyes off her. She wasn’t wearing her sweater and the dress she had on gave him an unobstructed view of the golden skin of her arms and a peek at her toned legs, something he found himself drawn to. He wanted to know if she was as soft as she looked, but he didn’t dare touch her for fear of scaring her off. Which wasn’t an easy feat. For the past couple of weeks, it was all he could think about. Not only did he want to touch her skin, he wanted to know how her lips would feel against his, wanted to feel her tongue move against his.
“If you could have anything in the world for your birthday,” Lorrie began, her blue eyes sparkling as she looked over at him, “what would it be?”
Her smile was so sweet, so shy.
Curtis considered that for a moment. Then he grinned. “A kiss,” he said boldly.
“From who?” Lorrie looked confused, but he saw the way her cheeks turned pink. She knew what he meant, but he liked her innocence.
“From you, of course.”
“Me? Why me?” She sounded as though that were the most preposterous thing she’d ever heard.
One thing he’d learned about Lorrie was that she was incredibly sweet, probably a little too naïve. Not as much as a couple of girls he knew, the kind who would slap a boy for looking at her too long. No, Lorrie wasn’t quite that virtuous, but she definitely wasn’t as forward as a lot of the girls. And maybe that was what he liked most about her.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Nicole Edwards lives in the suburbs of Austin, Texas with her husband and their youngest of three children. The two older ones have flown the coop, while the youngest is in high school. When Nicole is not writing about sexy alpha males and sassy, independent women, she can often be found with a book in hand or attempting to keep the dogs happy. You can find her hanging out on social media and interacting with her readers - even when she's supposed to be writing.