We’re so happy to be apart of the WIP It Up Blog Hop again this week. Over at the WIP It Up Wednesday Blog, myself and the other authors get to share with you bits and pieces of their works in progress. Small but yummy glimpses into the future of your kindle! We can’t wait to see what everyone has been writing as I know I’ve been busy writing. I am happy to report that editing is near completion on Little Lady Jane so I can almost put a neat little pin in it.
Moving Her Heart
Baylor Parish, is trying to start a life of her own. Free from whiney husbands, overbearing family and oppressive conditions. Following her divorce she moves as far away from Los Angeles as she can. Although she moves to get away from anyone and anything she finds herself meeting up with Hayden Paterson almost immediately. She finds herself living next door to Hayden and his three roommates who instantly begin making her feel welcome and coming to her aide, much more than she likes. This story of course has spankings galore but also has elements of age play.
“Let me help you with that,” a man with a soft English accent said from behind her. Baylor turned to watch him place a cooler filled with ice-cold water bottles on the ground, wipe his hands off on his jeans, and extend it to her to shake
“Hayden Paterson, ma’am. Welcome to our little neighborhood.”
“Baylor Parish. Oh, thank you,” Baylor looked at the tall man with surprise as he handed her a bottle of water and proceeded to pull the large box from the truck bed. Baylor forced a smile. The last thing she wanted was a nosey neighbor; it did not matter how cute he was! She had sworn off men for good this time. “You don’t need to do that. I’m fine.”
“Pleasure is mine, Miss Baylor. Drink up. It’s still too hot in the day to be doing this kind of work. Why don’t you take a break and wait a couple of hours for that sun to disappear?” Hayden asked, glancing around.
“No time. Gotta turn the damn truck back in and then go back for the rest. I hate moving.”
“Don’t you have anyone helping you?” the man asked with a frown.
“Nope, just me.” Baylor sighed, watching as he easily lifted a heavy box out of the truck and placed it neatly on top of another.
“That is gonna change right now,” Hayden said with a grin. “Lemme get out of my jeans and I’ll be right back.”
“No, that’s okay. I can…”
He was gone. Damn! Baylor slapped the hot metal of the cargo bay wall. Why can’t I just live in peace without people interfering? Her eyes widened as Hayden returned, dressed in shorts and a tank top. She chugged her water in an attempt to study him without being obvious. Nicely tanned and clearly either a workout fiend or genetically blessed, Hayden had a smile that oozed with boyish charm that melted Baylor’s heart quicker that the sweltering heat. She had to admit that it was nice having some eye candy for once instead of the beer-bellied, lecherous old busybodies from her old neighborhood.
He chatted casually as he resumed unloading the truck into the garage, his arm muscles bulging as he lifted the contents and stacked them neatly against the wall. “You really shouldn’t be doing this kind of work on your own. It’s too heavy and you can hurt yourself. Don’t you have any friends to call on?”
Baylor bit her lip, catching the subtle question. “I just got divorced and people become scarce when they feel they have to choose between the couple. Or the family. No biggy.”
“I hate when that happens. It leaves a person feeling quite isolated.”
“After being involved with my ex’s family, I like being isolated,” Baylor commented. “You really don’t have to be doing this.”
“Of course, I do! My job is to rescue damsels in distress,” Hayden chuckled.
“Are you a fire-man or something?”
“Close. I work with the Barstow Desert Team SAR unit. I got transferred out here about a year ago from northern Washington.”
“Search and Rescue. We’re a specialty division that employs all environment survival experts. We specialize in saving people from themselves,” he said with a chuckle.