Alright guys, it took a long time and it’s probably a big mess that needs more editing but we gave in and put it up.
Paper Dolls Book Eight picks up right after the wedding and rolls right into disaster and the stress of the court trial. There’s a lot of sex in this one, a lot of angst and fighting, and a lot of the friends wandering in and out with their own detailed baggage and drama.
Let us know what you think!
This series is no longer making $$$ but we definitely want to get it all out for you regardless so it's taking more time. This book is very long and probably has more mistakes than usual, let us know if there’s something we can and should fix! <3
Started writing the Holhart (Paper Dolls) Christmas short and I'm swooning over Avery trying to have the perfect Christmas. @mcwithaminthetardis is probably over on her computer doing the same.
Here you go. It’s just a little snippet. Let us know what you think! I’m putting it under a read more for anyone that doesn’t want to read it before the book comes out.
“Did you read the whole time I was asleep?”
“Mostly,” she said. “I held you a while.”
I grinned, thinking about it.
“I bet you had a hard time getting me off of you.”
That was usually the case. I was stubborn even in sleep and she would have wanted to let me sleep so I imagined it being an interesting conundrum.
“I managed,” she said. “I have my methods.”
“Which are?”
It was late, and light traffic made for an easy drive. These so called methods rolled around in my mind.
“Does it involve the jaws of life?”
“Nothing like that,” she laughed, amused by me. “Sometimes I just whisper things or touch you in small ways. Sometimes I blow lightly on your ear or slowly move my fingers down your opposite side. There are ways.”
“So, you’re like the Avery whisperer,” I teased. “Do I ever answer you?”
“Sometimes,” she smiled to herself.
“Oh god, what do I say?”
My eyes were a bit wide and I stared at the road, scared and fascinated. I probably talked nonsense in my sleep.
I had to remind myself to pay attention to where I was going or I’d pass the diner but that look on her face drew my gaze a few times more before she answered.
“You say all kinds of things,” she said. “It depends on what I ask.”
“And sometimes you try to get me to touch you in ways which is confusing but hot.” She paused a moment and looked outside at the trees and the buildings as we passed them. “I try not to let you,” she said. “It’s often hard to resist.”
“Wait… expand on the touching part.”
Apparently, I was even turned on by her in my sleep. We needed to not be driving before I could continue this conversation.
I switched on the turn signal and made a right turn into the parking lot of the diner. There were plenty of spaces but I chose one near the front and stopped the car, putting it in park and turning it off.
“Okay, tell me. Please. What do I do or say?”
“Baby, it’s always different,” she laughed awkwardly. “I think it depends on how tired you are or what you’re thinking. The touching happens when you feel me touch you, you’re almost extra sensitive sometimes in your sleep. More aroused. You’ll move your body under my hand or pull my hand in yours and try to get me to touch you more. If I let you, things quickly escalate. But you’re asleep so I try not to let you.”
“And the things you say are usually cute. You call me baby a lot more… You say sweet things. If I ask you if you still love me you get mad,” she laughed. “It’s easy to tease you when you’re asleep. Just like it’s easy for me to make you feel better if I can tell you’re having a nightmare.” She stopped speaking after that and waited to see what I would say.
“I’ve never slept with someone much so I don’t even know if that’s normal for me as far as talking but I bet I get frustrated when you try not to let me and you know I wouldn’t mind waking up to that… at all.”
It all sounded true to my waking self. Though if she asked me if I still loved her when I was awake I wouldn’t show my upset unless she didn’t believe me.
“You only get excited like that if I touch you after not touching you. I’d feel wrong letting that go on without you knowing. I know it’s just natural. If I move my hand off your body you calm down and sleep normally. Sometimes I’ll ask you questions just to see what you’ll say. I’ll ask you what the difference is between a crocodile and an alligator and you’ll say something hilarious that makes no sense. I think you said, the mud, when I asked you that. And I laughed and repeated you and you mumbled: no, no, I’m sure. ‘S official.”
“You need to record this for me. I would get a kick out of hearing my crazy sleep-talk.”
I unbuckled my seatbelt but froze for a second.
“Do I snore?”
That was maybe the most important question out of all the rest.
“Sometimes. Not all,” she said. “That one time you got really sick in February you made me so sad. You had such trouble breathing while you were asleep. I could tell your whole body was weak. It made me so nervous. And you’d get up all unaware and go to 5am practice anyway. God, I wanted to force you to stay home. I thought you were killing yourself.”
Paper Dolls Book Seven is now available to read on Amazon Kindle. The paperback will be live shortly. This installment of the Paper Dolls series will contain the actual wedding. Let us know what you think!
