So, we have good news and bad news about Summer Haven #3. The bad news is that we originally planned for the 3rd book to be a continuation of Wes and Teagan's story, but it doesn't look like that's going to happen for the time being. That doesn't mean we won't finish writing what we had planned for them in the future, but right now, it just doesn't feel right, if that makes sense.
The good news is that the series will still go on, though the 3rd book will be coming out a little later than expected. Instead of focusing on Wes and Teagan, the 3rd book (which will now be titled All I'll Ever Be) will follow Logan's little sister, Kadence. We're expecting it to come out later this summer.
I'm excited to share some fun things with you! Most excitingly, Howl is now available as an audio book on Audible.com! Our narrator, Meghan Kelly, did such an amazing job bringing our characters and the story to life. If you're new to Audible, you can also get the audio book free with a 2 month subscription, so that's pretty awesome.
Secondly, Our Song, our NA contemporary romance, is now available on Amazon! We decided to make this one Amazon-exclusive for the time being, so it's only available for Kindle users as of right now and is also available to Kindle Unlimited users. In the near future, it will also be available in paperback form. Remember that even if you don't have a Kindle, you can always download the app for your computer, cell phone, or iPad. This book was a lot of fun to write, and we'd love to hear your thoughts!
If you haven't already noticed, the Howl covers are in the process of being revamped. We just wanted a new look that we feel fits the series and Samara's appearance a lot better. Here are some of the new covers (we're still missing A Girl and Her Wolf and the Howl box set):
Finally, we'd love to hear from you! What are you reading the most of lately? What would you love to see more of us from us in the future - NA contemporary romance or YA paranormal romance? Is there a certain paranormal being you've been wanting to read more of lately? If you missed our Facebook fan page post awhile back, we are in the process of writing a brand new werewolf series, which takes place in a world entirely separate from Howl. It's been a lot of fun to write so far! And of course we're still working on the series we currently have going.
Anyway, feel free to leave a comment below or send a message! :) We really do want to hear your thoughts.
Our Song is going to be out at some point in the next two days. Here's the first chapter! :)
The sound of my cell phone vibrating startled me awake. I reached out for it, but it wasn’t there. I didn’t even feel my nightstand. What the hell. Had I been robbed?
My eyes fluttered open and I took in my surroundings. My nightstand was missing. The plain white walls weren’t mine. And while I’d always been a pretty light sleeper, I was surprised I could even hear my cell phone vibrate over the rattling of the air conditioner.
I was in a hotel bed, and one glance under the thin white sheet told me I was butt naked. My head was throbbing from a hangover. And best of all? I had no freaking clue how I’d ended up there. My mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusion: I’d been kidnapped. There was just no other explanation.
I rolled onto my side. There was a guy next to me, snoring softly. His back was turned to me, his dark brown hair a ruffled mess. His upper back and shoulder blades were covered in tattoos, and just one look at his body told me he worked out. Curious to see if the rest of him was just as naked, I peeked under the sheets.
Who did that fine ass belong to?
I thought back to the night before. I’d gone out with my friend, Olivia. We’d gone to this club and then… Then I’d ended up here, apparently, with this hot naked man, who I didn’t remember meeting.
Sneaking out of bed, I tiptoed in the direction of the bathroom, hoping to steal a glance at his face on the way. I sucked in my breath, nervous he might wake up to find me staring at him. Yes, I may have been acting like a total creep, but I didn’t want him to know that. That was just stalker status 101.
Standing at the foot of the bed, I peered down at him… and tried not to puke. Of all the people I could’ve spent the night with, why did it have to be Colton King?
Don’t get me wrong. I could’ve done far worse in the looks department. Colton was… well, he was gorgeous. He had chiseled, masculine features, a body most girls would kill to see naked in real life and, when they were actually open, the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen.
But Colton King was the last person I would’ve ever wanted to have a one night stand with. He was one of the most famous pop singers in the industry. I didn’t know him personally (well, not before I’d gotten up close and personal with him last night, apparently), but I’d heard he was an arrogant douchebag. And not to mention, a total manwhore.
The Paparazzi loved him even more than Justin Bieber, which meant they were probably waiting for us in the hotel parking lot. Shit, forget about the parking lot; with my luck, they were probably camped outside in the hallway, anxious to know who Colton had hooked up with this time.
I didn’t want that sort of reputation for myself. I didn’t do this kind of thing. This was the first time I’d ever woken up with no memory of the night before. The last thing I needed was for my face to be plastered all over TMZ or Perez Hilton’s web site for this one, isolated incident. I didn’t want to be the one to suffer the consequences of the bad decisions my vajayjay apparently made while I was drunk. I could just imagine what the headlines would read now: Singing Sensation Viola Pierce Leaves Colton King’s Hotel room. How Long Have the Pop Stars Been Getting it on?
Yeah, I wasn’t having that. I had to ditch Colton’s ass before he woke up. Maybe people wouldn’t put two and two together if we weren’t seen leaving the hotel together.
I scanned the room for my clothes and spotted them lying in a heap right next to the door. Oh, god. Apparently I’d barely even gotten into the room last night before taking them off—though I had to give my drunken self a little credit; at least I’d taken my clothes off after we were inside and I wouldn’t have to worry about fishing them out of a hotel lobby water fountain or something.
I slipped into my dirty clothes and pulled on the pair of white spiked heels that had been lying next to them.
I was just about to hightail it out of the room, but then I figured I should probably at least see what kind of hot mess I looked like before I fed myself to the hungry piranhas—err, Paparazzi. The walk of shame is humiliating enough for anyone, but there’s so many extra things to consider when you’re a celebrity, like the fact that millions of people may actually get a glimpse of what your hair looks like the morning after you’ve all been sexed up while they’re standing in the magazine aisle at the grocery store with their grandma.
Just as I was about to head for the bathroom, I heard a vibrating sound and I remembered the entire reason I’d woken up in the first place: someone was calling me.
Following the noise, I spotted my cell phone laying on the floor, a few feet from where I’d been sleeping. Scooping it up, I made a mad dash for the bathroom and locked myself inside.
I glanced down at the name on the caller ID. It was Mads—as in Madeline Agossi, my manager. I should’ve figured it was her. She was the only one who ever called me before noon. Everyone else in my life knew better than to wake a sleeping monster.
I didn’t feel like dealing with her, so I hit the ‘Ignore’ button and glanced at myself in the mirror. Surprisingly, most of my makeup from the night before was still perfectly intact and my blonde hair wasn’t too messy. As I finger-combed it, my phone vibrated again.
Ugh. Mads again. Of course. She was fucking relentless.
Knowing she was only going to keep calling until I answered, I hit the ‘Talk’ button and pressed the phone to my ear.
“What?” I hissed.
“Viola, where are you? You’re late.” Mads’ voice was screechy against my ear.
“Late for what?” I had no freaking clue what she was even talking about. As far as I was concerned, the only thing I was late for was a date with my own bed, a bottle of Advil, a tall cup of coffee, and a greasy bacon cheeseburger—the world’s best hangover cure ever.
“The meeting.” She paused. “You did read the email I sent you about the meeting, didn’t you?”
I thought back to the night before. I vaguely remembered seeing a message in my inbox from her, which I was ninety-nine percent sure I hadn’t even bothered to open before I’d gotten completely shit-faced.
“It must have been sent to my junk folder,” I said innocently.
“Of course it was,” she muttered. “Well, we have a meeting with people from the label at the Luxe Hotel. It was supposed to start ten minutes ago, but we can’t exactly start it without you.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled, even though it wasn’t my fault. Considering I hadn’t responded to her email, she should’ve known to call me before now. What did she think I was—a mind-reader? I was just magically supposed to know I had a meeting?
She must’ve sensed the lack of sincerity in my voice, because she completely ignored my apology. “Meet me in front of the hotel as soon as you can. I’ll be waiting for you.”
Before I could ask any questions, she ended the call.
I made a mental to-do list:
1). Escape from the room without waking Colton;
2). Dodge any Paparazzo that might’ve been waiting outside for me; and, most importantly,
3). Pull myself together enough to sit through a meeting without seeming like I was nursing a hang-over or letting it slip that I’d made one of the biggest drunken mistakes of my life.
Yeah, this was going to be fucking awesome.
Giving myself one final look in the mirror, I took a deep breath and flung the door open. As I stepped onto the crappy hotel carpet, my heel got stuck and I went crashing straight into Colton.
He reached out for me. His strong arms encircled my waist as he balanced me, preventing me from falling on my face. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry,” I mumbled, pulling myself away from him and putting a few inches of space between us. Of all times for me to trip and fall, it just had to be straight into him. Fuck my life.
My eyes ran down the length of his body as I took in his rock-hard chest and his muscular shoulders. I had seen him a few times from a distance at red carpet events, but never as close up as this. And holy hell was he hotter up close.
As my eyes drifted up to his face, his light eyes locked on mine. My heart skipped lots of beats and I wondered if I was going into cardiac arrest or something. Being in his presence was probably a good reason to have a top-notch cardiologist on speed dial.
After a long moment, his jawline hardened. I couldn’t seem to get a good read on what he was thinking. Had he enjoyed the night before? Did he think I was a good kisser? Had we even kissed or had we jumped straight to sex? Had I made him sign a non-disclosure agreement before dropping my panties? All of these things were so important, but I had no freaking clue what any of the answers were.
Ugh. I had to get the hell out of there. Even if I didn’t have a meeting I was already late for, I couldn’t be in the same room as him. It was just too weird to stare him in the face without knowing what had gone on between the two of us. There was a chance I made a total drunken ass out of myself and I didn’t even remember it.
“Excuse me.” I was pretty sure my tone came off as snappier than I’d intended for it to, but Colton didn’t say anything. He just took a step backward, allowing me enough room to brush past him.
Once I reached the door, I fled from the room.
Well, that was the most awkward post-sex confrontation ever.