Aug 13, 2017
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Joudie-- just finished The Player and you're definitely right about the Bawson feels. It might as well just be an AU. I actually might even like it more if it were just an AU... Now I wanna know how they're gonna deal with that cliffhanger, though. And I've got thoughts about this Santiago guy. Good rec lovely! --xo Kate
Thank you for reading it! I’m so glad you like it and I can’t wait for the next book! :D
mllejeune asked: for the wip thing: Give
When the Crowds Don’t Remember My Name, Chapter 2 (this bit may end up on the cutting room floor):
He’d continued east through St. Louis and Chicago, shipping the bike back when snow came early to the Midwest. Mike flew to Oakland to spend Thanksgiving with his mom in Napa County for the first time in more than a decade. Her short-term con skills served her well upselling tourists to expensive wine-tasting excursions, and corporate retreats provided her with a steady supply of lonely men eager to entertain her for a few days. Mike had long ago given up on changing his mother.
untitled “hearts don’t break around here” fic:
Mike set the cup he’d been given down on the table and sat gingerly in the chair. A stormfront coming in off the Pacific was playing havoc with his knees today. He could hear people talking out in the hall, which made him less than eager to turn on the television. Maybe he’d just keep the sound turned off. Not like it mattered. They all knew what he was doing in here. Mike glanced at the magazines, but those hadn’t held any appeal since he was a teenager.
He peered at the remote, looking for the mute button.The TV clicked on and displayed a menu of options he’d certainly never find on the TVs out in the waiting room. Terrible porn titles, each one more ludicrous than the next. He was still annoyed that he had to “provide his sample” at the clinic. Last time, they’d been at home, Ginny whispering filthy things in his ear while she jerked him off. This time, he got “Sexretaries 3” or “Hard Workouts.”
Love as Deep as the Road is Long:
With Ginny based in Washington, D.C., Mike began to feel less like a boyfriend and more like a stalker. He watched her games, he checked her social media accounts for updates at least twice a day, and whenever possible they talked at night.
It wasn’t enough. He missed holding her at night, missed her stuff strewn all over his house (now it was neatly boxed in his garage since she’d given up her apartment), and most of all he missed her smile.
Oh, that fic I just posted is also a birthday present for @theshipsfirstmate. I wrote it today, it has the word "birthday" in it, so it was fate and totally counts. @mllejeune is clearly some kinda witchy fic muse.
Ooh, 25 please!
Thanks much for the prompt!
25. “I thought we could go back to whatever the hell we were!”
“If you keep avoiding me, I’m going to develop a complex.”
Ginny startles and lets out a squeak, nearly dropping the bag slung over her shoulder.
“You need a bell, Lawson,” she grumbles as she turns to face him. His is expression is solemn even though his words were said lightly. She frowns back at him and shrugs. “I’m not avoiding you.”
“You are absolutely avoiding me and I’d like to know why.”
She fidgets and casts her eyes away from his gaze. “Can’t give you a why for something that’s not actually happening.”
“Ginny,” Mike says firmly, making her stop and lock eyes with him. “Come on. Don’t do this. You know what you’re doing.”
She loops her free arm through the strap of her backpack and lets the weight settle against her. “Now’s not the time.”
“When is the time?” he demands. “Another month from now when you’re still not talking to me?”
“Mike—”
“What do I have to do in order for you to own up to the fact that this has been happening?”
“Mike—”
“Please don’t make another excuse. You’ve been avoiding me ever since we kissed, and—”
“Shh!” she cuts him off with a hiss. “Mike, seriously, not here—”
Mike throws up his hands. “There’s no one else around. I double and triple-checked. And then I waited because I knew you’d try to be the last one out to try and avoid me and this again. We kissed Ginny. It happened and it was fucking perfect…until you started going out of your way to avoid me. Why? You said you were fine…that it was fine and it was a long time coming, so—“
“I thought we could go back to whatever the hell we were!” Ginny exclaims. “But we can’t because every time I take a moment to sit still I remember that kiss. I dream about it. I feel every moment of it Mike, and it’s excruciating being around you when you agreed that it was just fine, what the hell—”
Mike’s lips over hers cut off whatever she plans to say next. His hand lovingly cups her cheek even as his lips are urgent and demanding against hers. The heady smell of sandalwood and citrus surround her when he takes a step closer.
He eases her backpack from her shoulders and the thud of it hitting the ground barely registers for Ginny, too consumed with the feel of his massive arms pulling her into his chest.
He breaks the kiss with a huff, takes a breath, and presses his lips against her again—softer this time. He brings both hands to her face and gently cups her cheeks, running his thumbs across her high cheekbones as his mouth plunders hers.
“Not nothing,” he whispers against her mouth when he finally breaks their kiss. He leans away and looks steadily into her eyes. “Everything. I’ve wanted to kiss you every moment of every day since knowing exactly how it feels. So, unless you have any objections, I plan to do just that every day for as long as you let me.”
Ginny’s answering grin is wide and a little manic. “No objections at all.”
-JDW-
38 on the TMI ask meme (but only because that's such a weird way to phrase that question)
38: last place you were?
I’m assuming they mean last place I traveled to? In which case that would be St. Lucia (although the place before that trip were far more intresting).
If they mean literally then the last place I was would be in the kitchen approximately 20 minutes ago.
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Ray Bradbiury and Brothers Grimm! (super excited to read the next part of Frustration 😙 )
(halfway through posting right now! It’s coming soon!)
Ray Bradbury: What is your favorite book?
LOVE this question. My all time favorites are The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde and Lunar Park by Bret Easton Ellis for both very different and markedly similar reasons.
Brothers Grimm: What is your favorite fairytale?
Does Peter Pan count? I love how dark it is under the surface and how easy it is to manipulate and make even darker.
Author-Themed Asks
If Mike’s beard weren’t in the way or Ginny could see the back of his neck, she’d be sure he was blushing.
She hadn’t even meant to say it, but when Sonny asked her about the mystery man she’d been seen around town with, teasing about when they were going to meet the “hot piece of ass that nabbed Ginny Baker”, she’d shot back with “if you think his ass is hot, you should see what else he’s packing.”
It was the kind of thing she’d said before - the kind of thing they all said around the locker room when they were teasing each other - but this was different. Because when the guy you’re referring to is standing across the room trying to hide in plain sight, you’re supposed to be a little more careful with how much you reveal about what’s between his legs.
She looked over with an apologetic smile, but Mike just shook his head and turned to face his locker. The bright red neck gave him away…
Leave the first sentence of a fic in my ask box and I will write the next five sentences.