Happy Book Birthday to Me!

It’s hard to believe “The New Rule” was published two years ago today. (The Casual Rule is three years tomorrow).  Where does the time go?  I know the third book has taken a long time (for various reasons) but it’s near completion. I also know the “momentum” is gone… but I don’t care.  I enjoy being part of their world.  I love their love. I adore their friendships. I owe Julia, Ben, and Allie this one.

(Lucky for me and my readers none of my books have cliffhanger endings… we’d be hanging on the cliff way too long.)

So… to celebrate my Book Birthday, here’s a small snippet of book three. Still untitled.

(And a special “Happy Mother’s day to all celebrating on Sunday!)

 

Note: Spoilers if you haven’t read the first two.

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Copyright 2017 © AC Netzel

(Unedited. Subject to change)

 

“While we’re on the subject of sex… I’ve been bouncing around an idea. I want to pass it by you.”

“I’m intrigued.”

“What do you think about abstaining until after we’re married?”

His chopsticks stop abruptly mid-way to his mouth.

“You’re asking me this an hour after we had sex?” he asks, amused, placing his chopsticks down on his plate.

“I read an article in Weddings Galore. It claims if we wait, the build-up will make the wedding night special.”

“Do you think abstaining will reviriginize you?” A sarcastic grin is plastered across his perfectly smug face.

The bastard.

I throw a chopstick at him. “Don’t be a smart ass.”

He laughs, catching it in one hand. “I fail to see the benefit in cutting off something we both enjoy doing… something we do pretty fucking well.”

“Think about how romantic it would be… like the first time all over again.”

“Every time with you is like the first time.”

I roll my eyes.  He’s trying—and failing—to hide another smirk.

“Stop trying to charm the clothes off me with your flattery.”

Admittedly, he does look good. He hasn’t shaved and has that dark delicious stubble I’m dying to touch.

“No sex?” he asks.

I shrug. “What do you think?”

He pauses for a few seconds, squints an eye then shakes his head. “You wouldn’t last.”

“Do you really think you’re that irresistible?”

“I know I am,” he answers bluntly. “To you, anyway.”

Yeah, to me and most of womankind.

 I smack his arm. “Be serious.”

“I am serious. You wouldn’t last.”

“Yes I would,” I insist.

“Yesterday I was in the shower… alone. Within two minutes, you joined me.”

“I wanted to conserve water.”

“You’re a terrible liar. You wanted to fuck.”

“You didn’t complain,” I counter.

“I’m not complaining now.  I’m pro-fucking.”

I laugh out loud.  “Pro-fucking?”

“HmmMmm,” he agrees with a quick nod.

“That sweet talk of yours is dripping in romance, Romeo.”

“I’m merely stating a fact.  You wouldn’t last.”

I stare at him looking all Ben-luscious in a pair of gray sweats with that beautiful bulge, which I happen to have very recent dirty memories of, and a tight black T-shirt that shows off his guns. I’m an arm porn addict and goddamn, this man has beautiful biceps.

I know it’s only been an hour, but I wouldn’t mind another go at him.

“I might have lasted a day or two,” I concede.

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Or you can follow me on Amazon ( click “follow”) under my picture:  https://www.amazon.com/AC-Netzel/e/B00KCMSBX4

 

My writing is all about you

It’s the beginning of the year and I’m feeling particularly sappy today… you can skip all this mumbo-jumbo or indulge me and read on.
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I work with a woman who is half-way through reading my second book. It’s always a little strange when someone I know in my “real-life” reads my stuff.
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I expected to hear good feedback because A) she knows me and has to see me on a daily basis and B) She’s polite and a genuinely nice woman.
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Today she told me that she loves it (she loved the Casual Rule and went right into book two, The New Rule). I thanked her… because I’m polite too and —well— it’s nice to hear good things about something you worked hard for.
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But then she started talking to me about the book… really talking to me and I realized— She got it. She was picking up on small details… things that she related to in her own life to the point that she was tearing up as we spoke.
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If you read my books, you know there’s nothing over-the-top. It’s real life. These characters are real. Their experiences are real. They’re alive in my head and heart.

To see her reaction, in front of me, was humbling.

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It’s moments like this… when you tap deep into someone’s soul and they FEEL your words, the emotions to the point where  it touches them… that remind me how proud I am to be an author.
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To anyone who has sent me a private message, a facebook comment,  blog comment, or a review for anything I’ve written… THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart.
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It’s YOUR words that make me want to be a better writer.

Happy 2017

I know last year was a tough one for many… I’ve faced some tough times in the past it changed the way I look at things dramatically.

What I learned is…

Never give up on hope. Hope wraps itself around you and even in the darkness of night, sneaks you tiny glimpses of the sun to remind you that’s there’s still light.

It’s okay to let your guard down and be scared and vulnerable. Just don’t completely surrender to it. There’s a strength inside of you that you had no idea existed. You are fierce. Fierce. Your strength will come.

When you feel alone, you’re not… someone is always pulling for you… your loved ones, friends, coworkers… even complete strangers. I’m pulling for you.

It’s going to be okay.

Don’t judge others. You have your own shit to deal with.

Every day is a gift. It really is. Live it. Love it.

You are amazing.

And wonderful.

And lovely.

Wishing you peace, health, and happiness in 2017.

 

(**Small note: After taking a LONG break, I’m back to writing. I missed the hell out of it. It’s nice to be back. Love to all- AC)

Ain’t Life Funny- A True Story

This is a story I shared on my facebook page some time ago.  I thought I’d share it here.

From the time I was seven years old I was part of a best friend trio. Molly, Jen, and me… friends through thick and thin… through mud pies and playground crushes.

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Once we reached our pre-teens, Molly’s parents flew her out (alone) to Florida to visit her aunt and grandmother for a month each summer. Molly’s mom used to bring me and Jen to the airport to pick her up at the end of her visit. An airport pickup was ultra glamorous. Neither of us had ever flown in a plane, let alone stepped foot in an airport. In our eyes, Molly’s life was flashy and electrifying. A teen jet-setter.

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Molly always came home with thrilling, envy-inducing tales about all the exciting things she did in Florida. It was endless stories of Disney World, shopping, and cute boys at the beaches. It was all so sophisticated and exhilarating. A far cry from Jen and I, who played kickball in the street with the neighborhood kids, rode our bicycles, picked blackberries growing wild in the wetlands, and hung-out in tree houses in the woods where there was usually a stack of old Playboy magazines the neighborhood boys hid.

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Mostly a Norman Rockwell existence… nothing to write home about.

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One year, when we were about twelve-years-old, Molly came home with a story about a boy she met while in Florida and how they were inseparable, summer romance, blah, blah, blah… that kind of thing. Since I saw us as a trio of equals, I was a little concerned (okay, okay… totally jealous) that the balance of coolness in our trio was tilting. So I did the only thing I could think of to slant the balance back to the center.

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I lied.

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I made up a story (thankfully Jen backed me on it) about how we met two guys and had our own summer romances (cue the soundtrack from Grease). Molly was (and still is) no dummy. She wanted details. Names, places, etc. Not thinking Molly would challenge our dishonesty; I panicked and came up with a name of a guy I never met.

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I knew he existed because for years my older sister teased me about him. One of her best friends from High School had a younger brother my age. She teased me all the time that she was going to fix me up with him. All the time.

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ALL. THE. EFFING. TIME.

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Those of you who have older siblings can sympathize with me. Once they find your kryptonite, the one thing that needles you until you start swinging your fists, they never let it go. They live for your weakness, flourish in it. I never met the kid, didn’t know what he looked like, what his voice sounded like, how tall he was… all I knew was just hearing his name made me cringe. I hated him because he was the (unknowing) source of hours of teasing and misery.

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Nevertheless he came in handy for this particular fib, because he was male and she’d never meet him. He was a convenient lie. So I announced that I dated a boy who I met through my sister and Jen dated his friend, Eric (totally fictional friend). We stuck to the stories of our summer romances and eventually the lie faded to the background of pre-teen life.

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Two years later, we were High School freshman. This was the big time. Coolness was imperative. Although my High School was HUGE (my graduating class alone was 1100 students), the honors classes were relatively small. You got to know pretty much everyone in the Honor class rotation quickly. One day I heard my fake “boyfriend’s” name mentioned. I cringed. This mystery kid who I hated actually existed and he was in here in the flesh. Worse… he was friends with some mutual friends. I avoided him like the plague for two reasons: I absolutely hated him because he was the thorn my sister put in my side for years…and if Molly met him, she’d figure out Jen and I were liars and not nearly as cool as we pretended.

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Fortunately, in our four years of High School… my lie was never discovered (because it’s a BFF’s duty to ridicule you if something embarrassing was discovered). I wouldn’t say I was ever “friendly” with my fake boyfriend… but we coexisted since we had some mutual friends. I even went to a party at his house during my senior year in High School with my boyfriend at the time.

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To this day, Molly has never put together (and I’m sure long ago forgotten) my big lie. I love getting away with a good story.

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Today, Molly, Jen, and I live in different states. But we talk and keep up with each other from time to time..

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And that fake boyfriend, who I never met and absolutely despised…. We’ll be celebrating our 27th wedding anniversary in December.

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(This is a true story. My friend’s names have been changed.)

*** Just a quick note, I’ve added separate pages for my books and their links.  I apologize if you get a bunch of emails because of it.

More Fun with My Blog’s Search Terms **NSFW**

You know when you’re pouring your last glass of wine for the night and there’s a little more than you want left in the bottle, but not enough for another glass? You have  a decision to make— do you save what little is left for some future recipe or just pour what’s left in your glass and in all likelihood end up with a nasty hangover the next day?

Last night, I went with the latter.

So here I am in my bad-decision wine haze, waiting for the coffee to seep into my veins and cure me of my stupidity. My plan was to work on my third book this morning… but in the current state of my fuzzy brain, that’s not happening. So instead, I checked out the search terms that lead people to this blog. I find it fascinating what keywords bring people here. I did this once before and had fun with it. Let’s take a peek and see what we got this time around. Please forgive any duplicates from last time (some of these terms are mind-boggling).

I’m going to skip all the obvious FSOG fanfiction search terms (and there’s a boatload of them). This is NSFW.
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socks and sex
sexy tits and tube socks

Is there a new sex & sock revolution happening that I’m not aware of? I have seen trios of socks sold. I always assumed it was because one sock always seems to get eaten by the washing machine so you had a matching replacement. This apparent sock sex movement has me rethinking that. Sock trio= foot, foot, dick. Warm dick, warm heart?
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dumbbells movie sex scene

I’m not an exerciser…but that sounds dangerous to me. Unless we’re talking about actors who are not too bright…
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the perfect cock

You want cock? You got it.

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Look at this magnificent cock. He’s bad-ass. He’ll peck the shit out of you. The wattle under his hard beak reminds me of something. What could it be?
Ah yes.

balls

Balls. Ain’t nature grand?
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ugly dicks
sex with dicjs amd boobs
cupping a dick
cock older husband

Dicks seem to be heavy on the mind of a lot of people. Apparently, spelling is not as important. Why an older husband cock would be associated with me (come to think of it, older cocks (balls included) and gravity are not a good mix.. keep that visual out of my brain, please)… or cupping a dick? Why me?

As far as ugly dicks… you won’t find them here. I like them pretty—with personality and flair.
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perfectyoungtits.

Perfect Young Tits… yup, I totally get how that one found me.
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tube sex cupping

Okay, I confess… I had to look that up. (If you could see my browser history… scarred for life). I thought we went back to socks and sex…but this references porn, apparently. So why did the search engines send them to me? My perfect young tits will never be filmed or cupped for public consumption. That’s a promise.
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my tears will burn my pillow quotes images

Turn that frown upside down. Good pillows are expensive.
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wife in garments

Why? If you were looking for your wife in garments… why search it online? Couldn’t you just look at your wife in garments right in front of you?
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girls are dick teases

Bitter much?
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boring weekend

Don’t look at me for excitement. All I want to do is nap.
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wife likes making husband cum on marshmallows

If I had a dollar every time I asked my husband to do this….

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how does the novel the casual rule end

The heroine clicks her heels three times and says “There’s no place like home.”

Wait…that’s The Wizard of Oz.

Buy the book or borrow it for free if you have KindleUnlimited.
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So there ya have it. How these terms find little ol’ me, I’ll never know… but at the very least, they keep me amused. I hope they did the same for you.

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Now on to some quick business.

Thank you for reading my books, for reviewing, for your support… Thank you for everything! My readers are the BEST!!!!
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I joined Instagram over the weekend. If you’d like to follow me, here’s the link: https://instagram.com/acnetzel/

To follow me on Amazon, click the “FOLLOW” button under my photo: http://www.amazon.com/AC-Netzel/e/B00KCMSBX4
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And last:

I do not have a publish date yet, but I have two teasers to share for The Casual Rule 3. This will be the last of the series. The Casual Rule can be read as a standalone. And The New Rule does not end in a cliffhanger.

To add Book 3 to your Goodreads TBR list: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25762664-untitled

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Come and join me for an hour tonight 9/24/15 while I do a blog takeover.

Just a quick note to let you know I’ll be doing an hour long takeover to Celebrate Crazy Daisy Book Whore’s 6000 Likes.  There will be giveaways and hopefully a little fun mixed in. And I may sneak in a blurb or two from The Casual Rule 3 ( Still Untitled)

Remember, I’m a middle child… smack dab in the center of seven children.  I need constant reassurance to keep my Middle Child Syndrome at bay. Come and join me

8-9:00 EDT.  Here’s the link:

https://www.facebook.com/events/749166345229563/761627793983418/

In the meantime..I’ve been playing with old blurbs.  Enjoy!
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Random things I learned and thought about while taking a social media break:

My kid loves his college… and that makes me love his college.

Self-doubt sucks. I seriously considered not writing anymore. It wasn’t until my husband said “So don’t write anymore” that got my head back into it. Sometimes you need permission to stop in order to go. (Or I just like to do the opposite of what my husband says. That’s always a possibility. … More like a probability)

Joe Manganiello and Scott Eastwood do nothing for me…. even with their shirts off. But Beto Malfacini … that’s a man full of yum. Look at him … Delicious.
(It’s okay…my eyes went there first too.)

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I love the characters in my book. I wish they were real. I would hang out with them. Drink a few beers, eat a few cupcakes. One of the best compliments I ever received was that they were so “normal.” Julia knows who she is… she knows she’s flawed and she owns up to it. She’s a slob and has broken makeup at the bottom of her handbag…. she’s human. She never settles for anything less than what she knows she deserves. I think it’s a great message. Allie may seem  off-the- wall and flaky… but damn, she’s fun and fiercely loyal. And Ben…. Someone once asked me why Ben wasn’t written as one of those Uber Edgy Alphas that’s so popular now. My answer was simple… Julia would never have fallen in love with him. Ben may have his flaws but he’s always truthful, patient and a good man. I love that they feel real to the readers, because to me… they are real.

I can’t curb my Big Brother spoilers’ addiction.

I’m a crappy gardener, but I’m going to do it again next year.

Pinterest is a time sucker… and I’m a sucker for Pinterest.

My fanfiction Late Night Thoughts was featured in an online magazine based in Paris (complete with the English version and French version links to the story). My original intention was to take it down a few weeks after I completed the story, but two years later, I’m still receiving positive and often times, very touching messages about it. So it stays.

I’m excellent at making long lists of things I’m going to accomplish for the day… I’m even better at ignoring those lists.

I should blog more often because I enjoy writing them.

I need to diet and exercise again… as soon as the bag of Pepperidge Farm cookies and the Party Cake Ice cream are gone, I swear.

I plan on prettying up this website and adding a proper mailing list, when I… and by “I”, I mean my husband… has the time.  I’d like to give the illusion that I’m legit and Authory <— yes, I can create words at will. Please subscribe to this blog for the unveiling… in oh, let’s say eight or nine years.

This brief break has shown me that I’m too easily distracted. I want to give The Casual Rule 3 the attention it deserves.  Although I’m not taking another break (I know me too well), I am dwindling my time online. So forgive me if I’m slow to wish you a Happy Anything or answer a PM (which gets lost in my mailbox half the time anyway).

Enough of my babbling. (See how easily distracted I get?) I have a book to finish. Back to the cave I go.

Thanks again to all who have supported me and my writing. Thank you for reading.  Thank you for reviewing.  Thank you for your private messages. Thank you for asking for more Julia and Ben.  If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be doing this.

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Click on for links to the Books.  The Casual Rule should be read first.
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