November 29, 2015

Unplugged: Deleted Scene

My face is pressed against the cool, steel bars of my cell when the guard sashays down the hall toward me, crumbs still on his beard from whatever he ate for breakfast. Behind me, my three cell mates are still asleep. Well, one is passed out in his own vomit while the other two have their eyes shut as they sit on the concrete bench and lean their heads back against the cement wall. 
None of them recognized me when the cops tossed me in here last night. Thank God. I don’t need pricks in prison trying to steal from me. The jeans I’ve got on were probably a cool grand just by themselves. And though I’m not attached to them, I don’t feel like being in here pant-less. 
“Liam Stone, you made bail.”
Of course I did. 
The guard removes his ringed chain from his belt and slides the keys along the metal, searching for the one to set me free. He slips a key in the lock and it clicks before he yanks on the door to pull it open. The loud creak of hinges in need of oil fill the dank space.   
“This way,” the guard says before slamming the door shut behind me. He points down the hallway in front of me, nudging me forward. 
I glare at him but keep my cool. I might be out of here now, but if I get belligerent or punch a cop my days in here will quickly multiply. 
“Who bailed me out?” I ask. 
“The hell if I know. Some guy in a suit.” 
That would be my lawyer: Mr. Thomas. No one else would come down here to bail me out except for maybe my agent or publicist and I can’t see either of them shelling out their own cash to help me—even if it means getting it right back. Mr. Thomas is probably the only person that comes to my rescue when I truly need someone. My family? They don’t know the meaning of support unless it involves asking me for handouts—except for my sister, Claire. And she wrote me and my family off a long time ago. Friends? I don’t have friends in this world, not ones that would stand by me if I wasn’t famous. Nope. I got no one except Mr. Thomas. 
The cop opens another door and waves me through. Mr. Thomas is on the other side, looking pale and weathered. His face almost as white as his greying hair. One of these days he’s going to retire and then I’m screwed. I don’t trust anyone like I trust him. 
“Hey, man,” I say, shaking his hand. “Thanks.”
“Get your paperwork straightened away and then we’ll talk.”
I nod and do as I’m told. It’s funny how this man, once a complete stranger some six years ago, is now the only person I listen to without question. In some ways he’s the father I never had. 
I sign my paperwork and get my shoelaces and belongings back, although I’m sure I”m missing a few hundred in my wallet. Still, I’m out of jail and getting in a fight with the dick behind the counter probably isn’t the best idea right now. Asshole can have it. I make a few hundred in five minutes. I hope he enjoys it. 
I follow Mr. Thomas to his beamer. The sun peeks out over the city buildings in the distance, the surrounding sky a pale shade of pink and purple. I never realized how early it is. I’ll have to raise Mr. Thomas’ retainer for this. It’s barely six o’clock in the morning. 
I climb inside and Mr. Thomas stares at me and points to my seatbelt. “Oh right. Forget you were weird about that.”
“About following the law?” He says. “Yeah. I can be that way.”
“How much trouble am I in?” I ask.
“Liam, you assaulted a professional ball player. How do think this is going to play out?”
“He was fucking with my wife.”
“That may get you some sympathy points, but the guy is loved and your wife is telling the press you’re controlling and she’s afraid of you.”
Please. I should be fucking afraid of her. I never touched her in my life. But her? Can’t tell you how many times she’s slapped me or punched me in the face.” 
“It’s her word against yours.”
“So what am I looking at?”
“I don’t know. This isn’t your first brush with the law. If you’re lucky, you’ll get probation, maybe some community service.”
“And if I’m not?”
He eyes me and from the expression on his face I don’t need him to finish his sentence. Jail time, of course. But where and for how long? Perhaps I would get thrown in jail with dear old Daddy. He’s got another few years left in the slammer. Fuck. I said I never wanted to be like him and it seems I’m just that. 
“You’ll have a hearing next Monday. I suggest you lay low and be an angel in the meantime. Think about how you’re going to make this right.”
“Yeah. Sure.”
“I mean it, Liam,” he says, his tone firm. “You might not like the ending to this story.”

He’s telling me something I already know. My wife is both my enemy and my best friend. The only woman I’ve ever loved. And she’s also the woman who’ll ruin me if I don’t get away from her. “I’m done with her,” I say, more to myself than to my lawyer, and for the first time in forever I’m pretty sure I mean it. 

October 28, 2015

The Last Shot Teaser

25 days to go until The Last Shot releases! I'm so excited to share this one. Here's another tidbit for those of you who are just as excited!

I want to defend Ethan, because Charlie's on the outside looking in and I don't like him thinking that Ethan is...whatever he thinks Ethan is. He can't know how Ethan helped pull me from the darkness that consumed me when I first came to this town. He made me smile, for the first time after my mom abandoned me. He spent all of his time just being there for me, loving me, making me feel like I mattered. On the outside and to the press he might look like a jackass but I know better. They only see the self-destructive Ethan. They don’t get to see the side I see, the side he seems to save just for me. 

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September 25, 2015

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September 17, 2015

The Last Shot- Unedited Teaser

How about a teaser from The Last Shot? Be kind. It hasn't been edited yet...

My hearing has always been remarkable and I wish that weren’t true when I hear the dipshit on the other end of her cell phone tell the girl who owns my heart that he loves her. The only thing that stops me from losing my mind is that she doesn’t say it back. Unfortunately, I don’t know if she refrains because of me or because she doesn’t love him back. She’d never say it if she didn’t mean. Fuck, she could barely say it to me when she loved me—and I know she loved me. If she felt one ounce of what I felt for her all those years, she loved me, even if she didn’t believe in love. I made it my mission to prove to her it not only existed but she was worthy of it.

She dips her eyes as she tucks her phone back into her purse. Her cheeks blush to accompany her obvious embarrassment. I try to read her face. Does she? Doesn’t she? It’s enough to drive me mad.

“What’s his name?”

Looking sheepish, she folds and unfolds her paper napkin. “Charlie.”

“And what does Charlie do?”

“He’s a doctor.”
“Of course he is.”

Frowning, she leans back in her seat and folds her arms over her chest. “What does that mean?”


“Just say what you want to say, Ethan,” she says with a frustrated sigh.

“Fine. Let’s see if I’m off the mark here. He’s a nice guy with a great job that more than pays the bills. He comes from a great family. They have a summer home and you and this ass clown go and spend time there in the summers. Sound about right?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?” I chuckle, but there’s no humor to it. “Before you were mine, you dated these guys that were so fucking boring. They were the kind of guys that looked fantastic on paper but there was never anything to them. They didn’t get you hot.”

She clucks her tongue at me.

“No chemistry. No intensity. Nothing. Just a nice guy who was safe. And you’ve always loved safe which is why you never gave me a chance until just after I got my first contract. Then I was safe because I was leaving.”

“Sometimes I really hate you,” she says.

“Because I’m right.”

“Because you’re a smug asshole. Charlie is a great guy and we have great chemistry.”

“Well, that’s great. I’m happy you’re happy. Make sure you invite me to the wedding.”

She picks up her fork. “I could stab you right now.”

“Then you’ll have two Michaels to look after in hospital. I like my water lukewarm.”

“Luke warm? What are you talking about?”

“For my sponge bath.”

“Ugh. You and your brother are two peas in a pod.”

“Did he ask you for a sponge bath?”

She frowns at me.

“That little shit. Wait until he wakes up.”

“Stop. He was just teasing me, like you always do.”

“I’m not teasing, Annie.”

I watch her swallow as she stares at me. Yeah. I mean it, baby. And now I’m not just thinking about her rubbing me down, I’m thinking about a whole lot more.