Happy Sunday everyone! I wanted to let you all know that the Ambrosia cover reveal will be VERY soon! The reveal will be here and on my Facebook author page: www.facebook.com/erin/noelle.98.
I apologize that I’ve been MIA for the past couple of days. My sister got married yesterday and I have been consumed with all things wedding. However, in case you missed it on Wednesday, Mason made a guest appearance on Book Boyfriends Review blog, which included a mini teaser from Ambrosia. Here is the teaser as well as a link to the blog where Mason has a permanent home called Mason’s Place🙂.
He slowly made his way up my body, kissing and biting every so often, until we were eye-to-eye. I was amazed at his strong, handsome features. I loved the edginess that his tattoos and piercings added. But mostly, I was in awe of his ability to love and forgive. As if he could read my mind, he gently kissed me. “I do love you, Angel. I never stopped.” I closed my eyes and kissed him back, trying to hide the tears that welled up in my eyes. I didn’t deserve someone as wonderful as my Mase. He knew that I couldn’t give him my entire heart, but he took me anyway. I couldn’t mess this up, I wouldn’t get another chance.
You’re Beautiful ~ James Blunt ~ http://youtu.be/nX1VeFBo9AQ
Tonight is going to be good, I thought to myself as I stared at my reflection in the mirror one last time before heading out the door. Scratch that. Tonight was going to be fucking fantastic.
Call it a premonition, a hunch, whatever you want, but I could feel the nerves in my gut building in anticipation of something. I just wasn’t sure exactly what for. It definitely wasn’t about performing at my brother’s bar; I had been singing in front of crowds of people since before I could remember. The only time I got nervous when taking the stage now was if I knew that someone important might be watching or listening. Maybe that was it. Maybe a scout or a producer or someone with a connection to the music business would find their way to the old mechanic-shop-turned-bar that I considered my home away from home, and help Jobu’s Rum get our foot in the door, or rather, out the door. I could only hope, because I was more than ready to get the fuck out of Texas. There was nothing keeping me here anymore.
I grabbed my keys from the bar and flew down the two flights of stairs to my car. I folded my large body into the driver’s seat. This would definitely be the last sports car I ever owned. They were great to look at and were fast as shit, but I was way too big to fit inside comfortably. I needed to break down and go buy the Harley that I had been eyeing for a few months now. I would do that soon. I turned on some old school Beastie Boys with a beat that matched my spry mood and made the short drive over to the bar.
Cruz and Sebastian were already sitting at our table when I walked in. I wasn’t surprised that Aaron wasn’t here. Ever since he had started dating Sophie a few months ago, he was late for everything. They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other and apparently they often got side-tracked when trying to get dressed to go anywhere. I was jealous as hell at his happiness, but I wasn’t about to get on his ass about it until it interfered with something serious. I knew all too well that the honeymoon phase would wear off quickly and the next thing we knew, he would be running late because they were fighting over something irrelevant and petty. Relationships were for the fucking birds.
Seconds after taking my place on the barstool, a waitress set a beer on the table in front of me, making sure she rubbed her boobs against my back and arm in the process. I was pretty sure her name was Tiffany and I couldn’t remember if I had fucked her before or not. I didn’t think so- maybe that would change tonight. I flashed her one of my panty-dropping smiles with my “thanks” and she all but melted onto the floor. A good night indeed.
Led in by Sophie, Aaron finally showed up about half an hour later and the four of us quickly ran down the lineup for the night as we downed a few beers. Tiffany stopped by to “check on me” a few more times and I chuckled at her frustration by the other girls that had joined the table. To make sure she knew I was interested in hooking up later, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to me one of the times she walked by.
“Hey beautiful, you got plans when you get off tonight?” I whispered in her ear. She shook her head and I could see the pulse in her neck speed up. This was going to be too easy. Maybe I should just take her to one of the dressing rooms now and actually get some sleep tonight. As I pondered the thought, the band on stage announced they were about to play their last song. Well so much for that bright idea. “Good, don’t make any,” I said and lightly kissed her neck. I slid off my stool and gave the rest of the guys the “let’s go” nod. I smacked Tiffany’s ass as she walked away and that made her squeal like a twelve year old. God, I hope she didn’t make that awful noise when I fucked her later.
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The set was flowing nicely, even Aaron was able to pull his head out of his girlfriend’s ass long enough to concentrate on the music, when she walked in. I don’t know what it was about her that made me look at her the minute she stepped through the door, but it was like a light beckoning for my attention. I momentarily forgot the words to the song I was singing, and I hoped that no one except for the band would notice. I would’ve looked around to see other’s people’s reaction but I couldn’t draw my eyes away from her.
After I got back on track with the music, I watched her walk across the room, never once looking up at me almost as if she didn’t hear me. She was with two other girls that were pretty hot as well, but she was… angelic. I had seen many beautiful women before… shit, I still had sex with a Victoria Secret model on a regular basis, but there was something different about this girl that attracted me and it wasn’t just about her looks. Her outfit was anything but angelic. The black and red sheer/ lacy thing and tight ass jeans she had on screamed naughty girl, and I loved that long, dark, silky hair- it was perfect to wrap around my hands and pull during the throes… But there was something about her face that was so completely innocent, the way her eyes were darting around the room, looking at everything as if it was the first time she had ever been in public, trying to soak everything in. One of her friends was holding her hand and practically dragging her along. I chuckled to myself and nearly lost my place again. Okay, Rat, focus dumb ass. Stop acting like a little bitch.
I forced myself to look around the room at the rest of the crowd as that song ended and we began the next. I looked down at the group of females that were taking up the half of the dance floor closest to us. The same old group looked up at me, and I groaned internally. Some of them were borderline pathetic. I couldn’t help myself, I needed to see her again so I visually searched the area that she was headed and found her at the tables of one of the bands that had played earlier. She was standing off to the side while the blonde friend appeared to be introducing her and the other friend to the people at the table. Her shyness was adorable even from this distance and I wondered how easily I could make her blush.
Again I made myself look away and make eye contact with some of the other bar patrons. When Cruz began the opening chords of I Want You by Kings of Leon, one of our favorite covers to do, the women went wild. I have to admit, there was just something about this song that was so fucking fun to sing. There was nothing like finding a hot ass chic in the audience and looking into her eyes when I sang “A choke and a gag, she spit up and came back for more, And said I want you just exactly like I used to…,” I loved knowing that her panties were most likely getting all wet from it. It was always at that point of the night that I claimed my victory; the rest of it was just collecting my prize.
I returned my sight to where she was sitting and she was staring directly at me, open-mouth gaping. Oh, I was about to have some fun with this. I gave her a devilish grin and was going to give her my best seductive eyes but she looked away immediately. What the hell? I continued looking at and singing to her thinking that she was going to look back in my direction, but she never did. The blonde friend kept looking up at me and smiling and then leaning over and whispering to angel girl. I was ready for the set to be over with, quickly. I needed to go meet this girl and figure out what the deal was. Was this all just some hard-to-get play? Something told me no, but I had to find out more.
After we finished up and I showered and changed out of my sweaty clothes, I wasted no time in approaching her. She was still sitting in the same place, but as I got close to the table she jumped off of her stool and I heard her ask the friend, “Do you want to go to the bar with me to get another drink? I don’t feel like waiting for the server to come back around.” Her friend mumbled something about company and then she turned around and I got my first good look at her close up. I was dumbfounded. Sure, she was pretty. Most people would probably even say beautiful, but there was just something about her brown eyes that fascinated me. The sparkle in them was so vibrant, so pure… almost as if they were untainted by the real world.
“Hey, I’m Mason, but most people call me Rat,” I said sticking my hand out, finally breaking the silence. God, I sounded like such a fucking tool.
“Hi, I’m Scarlett. It’s nice to meet you, Mason,” she responded hesitantly and put her hand in mine. The feel of her skin against mine made me catch my breath.
“I overheard you saying that you were headed to get a drink as I walked up. Would you be interested in joining me for one at my table?” I hoped that my usual charming instincts, whatever the hell they were, were working because I felt like the biggest idiot and I didn’t even know why. Part of me hoped that she would say no just so I could go over to Tiffany and the night would be easy. What the hell was I doing over here anyway? It was still fresh in my head what the end result was the last time I felt like this around a girl.
Scarlett looked around the table until she made eye contact with the small Asian friend. They seemed to share some unspoken conversation and then she grabbed her purse and smiled at me, “I’d love to.” I was in so much trouble.
Back at the table I introduced Scarlett to the guys and Sophie, and her sweet shyness was evident. Everyone was giving me questioning looks, but I just smiled and shrugged. I wasn’t sure what I was doing either. She was so different from the kind of girl I usually hooked up with. This was going to get interesting. After making our way around the table, I sat on my stool and decided to do an initial test of the waters. She had let me hold her hand as we walked across the room, but I wasn’t sure how she was going to react to any more touching. Without asking, I grabbed her waist and pulled her onto my lap, leaving one arm wrapped around her waist. She stiffened a bit at first, but quickly relaxed and got comfortable on my leg. Her content smirk as if she was pleasantly surprised to like the closeness of our bodies, made me even more curious.
Tiffany brought over the two beers that I had hand signaled at her with a scowl across her face and slammed them on the table. I gave her a warning look not to push her attitude. She knew damn well not to act that way if she wanted to keep her job. I looked at Scarlett to see if she had noticed Tiffany’s behavior, but instead found her staring over at the pool table area. I wasn’t sure if she was just looking around in general or if she was looking at someone specific, but either way I wanted her attention back on me. I wasn’t quite sure what to say or what type of conversation to start up. I usually didn’t do much talking to chicks. So instead, I decided to really push my luck, and do what I do best. I placed my hands on either side of her face and pulled her eyes to look into mine. I couldn’t take it any longer, I had to taste that sweet mouth. I brought her lips to mine and tried to deliver the softest, most tender kiss that I could, but it was nearly impossible when I just wanted to devour her.
My tongue instinctively found her lips and ran lightly around the perimeter, silently requesting entrance. I needed some part of my body to be in some part of hers immediately. She whimpered and her lips separated granting me access. Her tongue felt like warm melted caramel against mine, and I nearly came in my pants when she flicked my lip ring with it. I had to pull away from her before I lost my mind. The things I had done with girls might make a porn star blush, so why in the world was a kiss making me feel so out of control. Because I had never kissed an angel before, that’s why.
First Time ~ Lifehouse ~ http://youtu.be/YX8HiUh2uWw
“Ash! Get your ass up! We are leaving in half an hour!” Jess screamed for the third time in as many minutes.
Ugghh… Maybe I wouldn’t go tonight. I could just stay here and enjoy the peaceful silence,” I thought as I continued to remain buried under the cool gray sheets. Seconds later, the door flew open and my feisty, five-foot-nothing roommate stood in the doorway with a scowl on her face and her hands on her hips.
“Come on, Ash, we haven’t seen you in almost a month. Come hang out with us. You’ve got all weekend to sleep before classes start,” Jess pleaded as she walked towards my bed. She sat next to me and pulled the pillow out from under my head. God, she could be so annoying. “Surely one or five of your bimbos are not-so-patiently waiting to show you how much they missed you. I’ll even be decent to them tonight.” I smiled sincerely at her, knowing that she considered her offer to be quite a sacrifice.
“I’m tired, Jess. I’ve been waking up at the crack of dawn for the past three weeks. Plus, you know that flying drains me. I am just going to stay here and work on some sketches and go to bed early,” I grumbled and moved my head to another pillow. She quickly snatched that one out from under me too. Really fucking annoying.
“I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer. Take a shower, get dressed, and let’s go. We don’t have to stay long if you don’t want to; you know Meg will probably want to come home early. Jacob and Nicholas want to see you too, plus my cousin Evie and her roommate that just moved here are coming with us. I want you to meet them.” Jess slid off the bed and just as she started to walk away, she grabbed ahold of the covers and took off running down the hall, giggling like a little kid.
I rolled off the bed, growling irritably, and made my way to the bathroom that Meg and I shared. I knew that Jess wasn’t going to let me stay, so I figured I might as well get ready and make the best of it. The quicker we got there, the quicker we could come home. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to bother with one of my “bimbos,” as Jess called them. Okay, who was I kidding? I was actually deciding if I should text a sure thing to meet me there or take my chances that the talent selection would be worthy. I needed someone to take good care of me tonight; staying with my sister had put a damper on my usually, very active sex life.
Don’t get me wrong, I still got my share of ass while I was in California, but I had to be a bit more inventive logistically- I had become well acquainted with one particular bathroom stall in Duke’s, a restaurant on Highway 1 or PCH, as locals referred to it. Typically, I had a little more class than that, but desperate times had called for desperate measures. After going without any the first two days of my visit, I thought I might very well die. Jacking off in the shower wasn’t helping anything; I needed hot, moist female flesh wrapped around my cock in a hurry. I was a guy that usually had exceptionally high standards and I enjoyed the hunt as much as the kill, but in that state of frustration, I was ready to fuck the first willing participant I could find. I had lucked out that night when I went to the bar to a grab a couple of drinks and escape the craziness of my nephews. There were a couple of cute girls already there when I arrived and it took no less than twenty minutes before I had one of them bent over in that over-sized stall, ramming myself into her and finding that sweet release shortly after. A few nights later I had her friend in the same position, and for the rest of my trip I visited that bar at least every other day, never leaving disappointed.
The hot water abruptly disappeared and the icy water pelting my skin quickly brought me back from my happy memory. A major drawback of living with two females was that they always used up all of the hot water. I quickly rinsed the remaining soap off my body and got out to get dressed. I heard additional voices coming from the living room when I came out of my closet, so I had assumed that the other two girls had arrived. Hopefully the roommate girl would be hot and make my search tonight quick. I already knew what Evie had looked like from pictures in Jess’ room ~ basically just like Jess and that was just weird to me. I could never hook up with her because it would be like looking at Jess, and I just couldn’t go there… not after everything the two of us had gone through. I shook my head at myself, I was not going to ruin my improving mood thinking about family drama. I was just happy that Jess and I had remained best friends throughout all of these years. It was kind of funny that with my well-deserved reputation of being a man-whore, I lived with two very attractive females that neither of which found me sexually appealing. My father would be so disappointed if he knew…
After throwing on a light blue button down shirt and a pair of khaki cargo shorts, I ran my fingers through my hair and slipped my feet in my brown flip flops. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and noticed that I had forgotten to shave in my rushed bathroom trip. Oh well, I just hoped that the stubble on my face paired with the dark tan I had developed gave me the rugged surfer look instead of the homeless, guy under the bridge appearance.
Getting into my charming, playboy extraordinaire mindset, I made my way down the hall, ready to enjoy myself some Texas girls once again. My cock jerked in excitement at the mere thought and I could feel the blood start pumping through my body. Jess was right, I needed to get out and have fun with my friends and release some of the stress that had built up in my day of travel. I heard Jess say something about someone never having gone to a party or on a date as I got closer to the living room. I didn’t know who or what she was talking about.
“What’s this I hear about never having been on a date or to a party?” I asked as I walked into the room. Two steps in and I froze in place. Nothing in the world could have prepared me for what I saw sitting on my couch, or rather I should say who I saw sitting on my couch staring back at me. For the first time since I could remember, I was stunned speechless. I couldn’t take my eyes off of hers. I had to be dreaming, she didn’t exist in real life ~ she was a product of my imagination.
Jess called out from the kitchen, “It’s about time Ash, my God! Come meet my cousin Evie and her roommate, Scarlett. Hurry up!” Scarlett. Her name was Scarlett.
Scarlett quickly turned around towards Evie, as if she was embarrassed, and I found myself walking towards her. I needed to see her face again. Jess came around the corner from the kitchen with a couple of beers and she explained how Scarlett lived some crazy sheltered life and had never had any social life. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me ~she was a fucking virgin. How cruel could life be?
Awkwardly, I introduced myself to Evie, shaking her hand and using my last name. What in the hell? I couldn’t function normally with her being so close and staring at me like she could see straight through me to my ugly, tainted soul. I took a deep breath and turned towards Scarlett, nervous of what was going to happen when I touched her. Our eyes locked on one another, I grabbed her free hand that lay across her lap and held it delicately. Her skin felt like silk against mine and I had to will myself to open my mouth and speak.
“Scarlett, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well. I can see why your parents were hesitant about letting you out of their sight. If I had a daughter as stunning as you, I wouldn’t let her leave the house either.” What did I just say? Did I just say the word stunning? Could I be any lamer? It sounded like such a cheesy pick up line. I knew there was a reason I didn’t want to leave my bed tonight.
Unconsciously, I brought her hand up to my mouth and softly kissed her inner wrist. I had no idea what in the hell I was doing, I knew everyone was looking at me like I had lost my damn mind, but I needed to smell and taste her. It was like I had to prove with all five of my senses that she was really alive and sitting in front of me. When my lips touched her, an electric current like I’ve never felt pulsed through my body. I was pretty sure that she felt it too because I heard her quietly gasp and she drew her bottom lip between her teeth. I reached up with my other hand and freed the lip from her bite with my thumb, and that nearly sent me over the edge.
“Down boy!” Jess slapped me on the shoulder which jolted me from my trance. I let go of both her lip and her hand and took a few steps back. I was in so much trouble and I needed to put some space between us. The girl that I had sketched numerous times as my Psyche, the girl that served as my muse in the thesis I was working on, had literally walked out of my head and into my life. And unfortunately, as much as I wanted to explain to her, to show her all of my drawings that looked nearly identical to her, to tell her that I had envisioned her so that it must be some kind of fate that brought us together, I knew that I needed to leave her the hell alone. She was exactly what I had always imagined her to be ~ beautiful, pure, and innocent. I knew in the way she looked at me, that she felt a connection too, it was undeniable. But I had to do what was right for her~ I had to stay away from her. I would only corrupt, disappoint, and hurt her; after all, I was my father’s son. I wouldn’t do to her what he had done to my mom. I was the only one that could save her from me.
In honor of the Facebook page hitting 2500 likes this weekend, Ambrosia Teaser #2 was released here : https://erinoelle.wordpress.com/2013/03/25/ambrosia-teaser-2/
If you haven’t already found the Erin Noelle Facebook page, be sure to check it out : http://www.facebook.com/erin.noelle.98
There has also been a new Facebook group created for those who can’t get enough of Mason & Ash, here’s the link where you can discuss and debate your team.
In honor of Scarlett & Evie’s all-time favorite book boyfriend, Travis Maddox, and the highly anticipated release of Walking Disaster by Jamie McGuire, Metamorphosis is on sale for $.99 from Wed., 3/20, through Mon., 4/1.
Giveaway alert: Everyone who submits an honest review of Metamorphosis on Amazon or B&N will be entered to win a $25 gift card to either website. Please send a screenshot of your review to email@example.com for your name to be entered in the giveaway. If you have previously left a review, you are eligible too. The deadline to enter is 8:00PM-CST on Sunday, March 31st.
Finally, I will be a guest on the Klarque Garrison radio show “Conversations with Klarque” on Sunday, April 7th @ 4:00EST. You can listen live @ http://www.blogtalkradio.com/survive365.
Ambrosia ~ Teaser #2
Gravity ~ Sara Bareilles ~ http://youtu.be/XcAbJSqbAuo
After he situated himself next to me and handed me one of the bottles, I opened my mouth to say something, but my mind drew a blank. I didn’t know how to even start the conversation we so desperately needed to have. We were both looking forward, staring at the blank television screen.
“Do you love him?” Mason asked expressionless, never turning his head.
“Yes.” I admitted.
“Does he want you back?”
“He never had me.”
He snorted and took a long pull from his beer.
“What? What was that for?” I asked.
“He’s always had you, Scarlett. I just had you on loan.”