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.
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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