So Right with You
Book one of The Girlfriend Series –Chloe’s Book
In the work place, we all know there are boundaries. One of those boundaries is Never Date Your Boss, especially if he is a playboy and you just had your heart broken. When Chloe Lambert finds herself down on her luck, none other than her hunky CEO boss, Garrett Nolan, steps in to rescue her, offering her temporary shelter at his ranch. Now, her boss is looking more appealing, and her friends can’t agree on whether she should sleep with him or not. Don’t even mention the fact she just learned he has a soft spot for kids and is using the ranch to help sick kids. What’s a girl to do when it feels so right?
Review: So Right With You (The Girlfriends Series) by Maggie Kaye ➢ http://wp.me/p3d0RZ-ZC
Publication Date: Publication Date: January 21, 2014
Reviewed by: Reading In Pajamas/ Dawn
Rated: 4.5 Stars
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When Maggie Kaye was in college, she and a friend attempted to write their first romance book. They actually never reached the writing part. Mostly, they lay in the sun, brainstormed, laughed, and snacked, typical behavior for young college students with short attention spans.
Maggie went on to earn a teaching credential in special education and a career in teaching. Although they never completed that first book, the desire to tell stories remained with her. Eventually, she took out a writing pen or in her case a notebook computer her hero (husband) bought her to pursue her dreams and wrote the end.
Today, Maggie lives in the Southern California with her husband, two children, and two cats that sometimes share the keyboard with her. She enjoys writing stories with plenty of heart, humor and a bit of steaminess.
PG 13 – Parents arrive morning after.
So Right with You Excerpt 1:
Garrett lay across Chloe like a tapestry, his arm across her back and his leg pressed firmly against her rear. It would have been a dream waking up next to Garrett if it weren’t for the realization that his parents and sister had arrived for their planned weekend. She could hear them moving around downstairs, talking. It was only a matter of time before they decided to climb the stairs and locate him.
“Shoot, shoot, shoot,” she muttered under her breath.
If they didn’t get a move on, there was a good chance his family would find the two of them in bed together.
Chloe gave Garrett one last lingering look.
“Garrett. Garrett,” Chloe whispered. When he didn’t respond, she gave him a hard shove to the shoulder.
“Ouch. What was that for?” His eyes cracked open as he rubbed the spot.
“Your parents are here.”
“What?” Garrett asked, scratching his head.
“I said your parents are here. They’re downstairs,” she muttered a little louder.
“My parents are here?” Garrett sat up, slowly taking in the situation.
“Yeah, and if you don’t want them to find us in bed, you’d better move.”
She gave him a look of frustration and another push that was harder than the last, practically sending him skidding off the mattress. She shot out of bed, grabbing jeans, T-shirt, and underwear from the dresser before running into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
“Jeez, Red. You were much nicer last night. So much for the afterglow,” he grumbled.
He heard the sound of voices coming up the stairs.
He had hoped for a repeat of what they had shared last night, some early morning delight. Instead, he had to make a quick escape to avoid being caught by his parents like a teenager with first lust. He gathered his clothes from the floor and crept out of the bedroom.
His parents and sister were rounding the curve in the staircase. His father was carrying the luggage, and his mother was behind him chatting incessantly. His teenaged sister was occupied with accessing her text messaging. Luckily, none of them had spotted him yet. He slid past the stairwell, raced to his room, skidded to a stop inside, and slammed the door behind him just as they reached the landing.
That was close. Too close.
Then he remembered.
They always stayed in the room Chloe was in.
Shower Scene – Definitely R
Excerpt 2: So Right with You
Garrett arrived home. It was almost ten o’clock. Her car was outside but the house was quiet. He wondered where she was. He’d missed her. After taking Patches out for the last time that night, he went upstairs to shower. It had been a long day and he wanted to relax. Heading down the hallway with Patches at his heels, the distinct sounds of water running reached him. It was coming from the direction of his master bath. He quickened his pace. Reaching the bedroom, he looked at Patches, who had followed. “Sorry, boy, not tonight.” He closed the door between them.
She was home and in his shower. When he reached the bathroom, he could see her behind the glass doors. Stripping his own clothes quickly, he grabbed the knob to join her. Opening the shower door, surprised elation and desire swept through him.
Chloe was holding her breasts with one hand while touching herself with the other hand, obviously bringing herself to completion. The sight of finding her pleasing herself made him grow hard instantly.
Startled at the sound of the door opening, she dropped her hands, self-conscious at having Garrett find her in a private moment.
She couldn’t say what had prompted her to use Garrett’s bathroom, other than that she had been missing him. The woodsy, evergreen smell mixed with a scent that was solely Garrett to permeate his room. The next thing she had known, she was in his shower, using his products and fantasizing about him, which had led to Garrett walking in on one of her more embarrassing moments.
“Don’t stop,” Garrett said in a husky voice.
“I can’t.” She blushed.
“Please, for me?” His eyes pleaded. “You look so beautiful.” He reached into a drawer in the vanity and retrieved a condom. Coming into the shower, he pulled the door shut behind him.
Chloe trembled with nervousness at the thought of what he was asking of her. She had never satisfied herself in front of a lover before, not that she’d had that many, only Trevor and now Garrett. She released a nervous breath. She wasn’t sure she could go through with it. Looking into his eyes, which were smoldering with desire, she felt compelled to try.
Hesitantly, she reached back up to touch her breasts and stopped. Her nerves got the better of her. “I don’t think I can.”
Setting the condom down on the shelf, Garrett took her other hand and placed it over her mound. His gaze held hers while he began to move her hand through her folds with his hand on top. Realizing she had been holding her breath, she released it. It came out breathy. The water continued to pummel against them, making the sensations even more intense.
With Garrett directing her hand, her orgasm remained just out of reach. Taking control, she moved it to where her greatest need lay. “Here.”
“There, baby. Go ahead,” Garrett said, encouraging her to explore her own sexuality.
As she began to touch herself more deeply, Garrett released her hand and reached for the condom. She whimpered as she neared her completion.
She had no idea how powerful her own seduction could be. His body surged with a feral desire for her.
Her body arched as she neared an orgasm. He leaned forward, ready to take her when she came. At the pivotal moment, Garrett reached for her and kissed her hard on the mouth. Her mouth opened under the pleasure, and his tongue swept inside, connecting with hers. She moaned. When he was ready, he pulled back and roamed down her body, raining kisses on it as he went. Taking a nipple into his mouth, he sucked on it, bit it, and sucked on it again. He reached his hands down to grip her ass and lifted her onto his hard-on. She wrapped her legs around him. He thrust into her and she bowed back. He wedged her between his body and the hard tile. He eased out all the way and pushed in again.
“Oh, God! It feels so good.”
“I know, sweetheart.”
She moaned as he gripped her ass tighter and sank deeper into her. He thrust repeatedly, bringing them both to a fever pitch.
Reaching between their bodies, he massaged her clit until she rocketed over into an orgasm. He thrust into her a few more times until he exploded in his own release. He held her a moment, then slowly pulled out. She unwrapped her legs from around his body and slid them down until her feet reached the floor. He kissed her lips softly.
Using Music to Inspire Your Writing
For me, music plays an important part of the stories I write. First of all, I use songs to help me focus on the mind set of my characters. What are they thinking? It can help me push the plot along. They can even appear in the book. A few of these did. Sometimes, I use song titles to help me come up with the title for the book. In the end, I did not choose a song for the title. But along the way “So Right with You” did go through some title changes, including Her Secret Santa, Just a Kiss (Lady Antebellum) and More than a Kiss (Tommy Conwell). This last song was a great song for thinking about the mind set of Garrett. I still love it. Here is the playlist for Chloe.
Wake up call * Maroon 5
Part of Me * Katie Perry
Satellite * Peter Conway
Ain’t No Other Man *Christina Aguilera
Breathless *The Corrs
Falling Even More in Love with You*Lifehouse
More than a Kiss*Tommy Conwell
She’s Everything*Brad Paisley
Lead Me On*Gloriana
You’re Going to Fly*Keith Urban
Hip to My Heart*Band Perry
The Way You Look Tonight*Harry Connick Jr.
It Had To Be You*Harry Connick Jr.
Truly, Madly, Deeply*Savage Garden
Secrets of Writing Sex Scenes
Have you ever wondered how authors prepare to write those sizzling hot scenes in their novels? Where do they come up with their ideas? From personal experience, I can tell you it isn’t quite the scenario you might expect. When I wrote the first seduction scene in “So Right with You,” it was late at night. The mood was set with the TV on for background music, and Zombieland was playing. Yes, I wrote my first seduction scene to Zombieland. Now, you need to understand my teen daughter had informed me that she was the most sheltered child in the world, because her parents had not allowed her to watch a horror flick. She was the only kid in her class who had never seen a monster movie. I had asked her, “What do you want to see?” Her response was: “Zombieland.” That night, as I sat there surfing through channels for something to watch, I found it on, so I wrote my first steamy scene to the cult classic. You know, I was actually doing research on whether Zombieland was an appropriate movie for my teen daughter. I have to admit I was entertained by the movie, but there was no way in hell she was going to see it, not for a while anyway.
Now, that scene was a bit let’s say anti-climactic; basically no climax. The scene is in the book if you would like to read it. Anyway, I had to persevere in order to bring my fictional couple much needed satisfaction. So buckling down, I proceeded to write my first full-on sex scene. I sat on my sofa in broad daylight with again the television on for background noise and tried to write it. My problem with the scene was it was a bit messy, literally. My couples much to my disconcertion ran rue with my book and were engaging in hot, messy, sticky sex. I personally had a problem with this. I wanted to clean it up. Things were melting on the nightstand. After sleeping on it, I again took out my computer notebook and finished the scene. To really give my scene the push it needed, I gave myself permission to write freely and without embarrassment, well mostly. I reminded myself that the scene was not about me but was what Chloe, my heroine, would do. One little tidbit about me is that I tend to read what I write out loud as I do it. You can imagine how hard it was to write a scene like this with my two children in the house. I learned to whisper read quickly.
When the scene was finished to my satisfaction and of course my couples, I texted my neighbor to see what she thought. She arranged that night for her fiancé to take their young daughter out to the movies. Over wine and bottles of water, I read her my first sex scene. I think I did a good job. At one point, I looked up from fixing some typos and found her staring at me with what could only be described as sexual frustration. I stopped fixing my errors and finished reading the scene. At the end, she told me she was afraid when I asked to get her opinion on the scene that I was a bad writer and she would have to be put on the spot. My bad. I had never shared with her my work or that I was a writer before. And of course, I chose this piece to break her in.
So the secret about writing sex scenes is this: write it however it works for you and don’t allow your own embarrassment or thoughts about what you would or wouldn’t do hold you back. Just write it!