But before I tease you, allow me to offer you a book sale...
Twenty year old, college freshman, Teghan Jacobs didn’t think anything could be worse than learning she’s pregnant by a man she’s been dating less than six months. Boy, was she wrong. Her mother, whose drowning in the river of denial, refuses to take a side on the issue. Her overbearing, manipulative father threatens to disown her and cut her off from her trust fund if she doesn’t have an abortion.
Donnie Marks couldn’t be happier. The woman he loves, the woman he fought so hard to be with, is going to have his baby. Life has never been better. But when she shows up in his dorm, sobbing and heartbroken, he learns the horrible truth of what happened. He vows to get revenge on the man who's responsible: Teghan's father.
And now, teaser time... Today's sneak peek comes from book two of The Hayden Falls Saga (Death of a Waterfall 2) which is currently untitled....
She fumbled in her purse for her bottle of aspirin, oblivious to the fact she was being watched by him. She had no idea when the headache hit her, but it was fierce enough to make her want to throw up. Or maybe it was the alcohol that made her feel nauseous. Either way, she felt like total shit and really just wanted to go home.
"Damn it," she muttered, "where are they?" Teghan's heel caught on a crack in the road, and she tripped. A string of curses erupted from her mouth.
"Whoa, easy there." His voice was a velvety rasp. Deep, seductive, and so damn masculine it should be illegal. Her gaze met his, amusement danced behind his blue irises. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and almost choked on it.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
His hand clutched her elbow, steadying her. It sent a shiver through her body and for the first time in months, she could feel her libido clawing its way to the surface; scraping at her insides, making her raw with desire.
Teghan straightened and smiled at him. "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you." He released her arm, and she forced herself not to sigh like a lovelorn teenager.
"Good." He stepped back and resumed his leaning position on the hood of the Aston Martin, arms crossed, muscles bulging.
Teghan eyed him. What's his deal? "Nice car."
"I bet Daddy is real proud of it, too."
He gave her a sexy half smile and raised an eyebrow. "This is all mine, sweetheart." He patted the roof.
"I'm sure it is." Teghan turned to walk back to the club. What a joke. Who the hell comes to a club to stand outside and show off his daddy's car? It was obvious this guy had more money than brains. And that spelled trouble with a capital T. She didn't need any more of that.
"You realize I don't care if you believe me or not, right?" he called after her.
Teghan stopped and turned around. His air of self-confidence bordered on smugness, which caught her off guard. She didn't know if she should smile or be ticked off. "And your little playboy act doesn't work on me."
"Playboy act?" He laughed.
"Oh please," she huffed, trying to ignore the way his laugh made her insides tingle. "An Aston Martin, Armani pants, silk tie, a shirt whose sole purpose is to show off your muscles, Louis Vuitton shoes, a Rolex." Teghan rolled her eyes. "You're a hot shot sucking on the parental teat, using your trust fund to pick up women. It's pathetic."
"You're obviously well versed in the trust fund life yourself." He said it so calmly it stunned her into silence. Or maybe it was the way his gaze raked over her body in a slow caress.
Teghan stared at him, dumbfounded. It takes one to know one. She turned to walk away again but then stopped. No, she wasn't going to leave just yet. She was having too much fun. Not to mention, if she went back inside, she'd have to deal with Donnie pawing at her again. "Okay, hot shot," she sauntered up to him, "take me for a ride."
"Better yet, let me drive," she said with a wicked grin.