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Sunday, May 25, 2014

A Will To Change ~ Chapter 1





CHAPTER 1
WILL


    ©Beth Rinyu 2014  

I lifted my head from the pillow, feeling like I had been run over by a freight train. Clearly, this was my body's way of telling me that I was getting too old to be partying this way, but I was going to ignore it for as long as I could. I knew better than anyone that you only live once so you may as well make it memorable. Once my eyes focused, I realized I was in Delia's bed, the woman I had sworn myself away from. But, after my eighth shot of Jack and one too many beers, I guess I had thrown all sense of reasoning out the window. I would have much rather been waking up next to that cute little waitress who had been flirting with me all night. 

I sat up, grabbed my pants from the floor and pulled them up. I reached inside the pocket for my phone to check the time and found a text from my sister-in-law.

Don't forget it’s your mom's b-day.

Oh, fuck. I totally forgot. Now I would just have to pay double to have flowers delivered to her today.
“Hey, where are you going?” Delia asked as she sat up on her elbow. Black smudges were swirled around her eyes like a raccoon.

“I gotta get. I have some things to do before my shift starts,” I said, bending down to tie my shoe.

“Liar. You’re off for the next three days.”

Was I? Damn, this bitch knew my schedule better than I did.

“Yeah, well, I got lots to do today. It’s my mom’s birthday.” She didn’t need to know that my mother was lucky to even get a phone call from me, and that was if I still remembered after I slept it off.
“Well, am I going to see you tonight?”

“Um...I don't think so.”

She stuck out her bottom lip and pretended to pout. Normally that would work on me, but not anymore.
“Oh, come on, Will. Albert is only going to be in Florida until Friday. Let’s make the most of it.”

Albert was Delia's much older husband; as in, he was seventy-two and she was thirty. He liked having a young, hot wife on his arm for all of his social functions, and she liked his bank account. She had everything that she wanted…a posh penthouse on the upper east side, a beautiful set of tits, diamonds strung around her neck, shoes that probably cost more than I made in a month. All paid for by said bank account. The only thing she was missing was a guy in her bedroom that was closer to her age, and that's where I came in.
At first, I was happy to accommodate her needs, but now it was just starting to get old. The sex was good enough and she certainly wasn’t afraid to try new things. But she was starting to become needy, almost as if she wanted some type of commitment from me. That’s where I drew the line. I was commitment phobic and wasn't ashamed to admit it. I could never imagine myself with one woman for the rest of my life. The mere thought of the same piece of ass forever depressed me. It was like settling for one type of liquor when there was a whole bar full to be sampled. Not to mention that I had to live up to my parent's very low expectations of me.

“Sorry, Delia, not tonight. We need to take this down a notch.” I stood up and buttoned up my pants.
She sat up quickly and got out of bed, wrapping the sheet around herself.

 “What the hell are you talking about?” she asked, as she frantically followed me out of the bedroom.

“Delia, you’re a great girl and I like you, I really do, but it’s just getting old now. You’re married and –.”

“Oh no! Don’t you dare play that card, you son of a bitch! You couldn’t give two shits about that when I was sucking your dick last night.”

“Sweetheart, I was so drunk last night that a fuckin’ Sports Illustrated swimsuit model could have been sucking my dick and I wouldn’t have remembered. But I’m sure you were great, just like always.”

“I can’t believe you’re doing this.”

“Doing what? What did you think? That you and I were in some type of monogamous relationship or something? You’re married and I don’t tie myself down to one girl. These are things that we both knew going in. So why are you going all psycho on me now?”

“You used me, Will!”

I couldn’t control my laughter. “I used you? How the fuck did I use you? You’re the one that needed someone to be a fill-in for your decrepit husband that can’t get it up, and I was just happy to provide those services. So, in a way, you used me. Just have Albert buy you some new diamond earrings when he gets back, pop a few Viagra’s in his orange juice, and everything will be just fine.”

She lunged toward me and pushed me as hard as she could, not even budging me, causing the sheet to come off of her in the process. “You’re a fuckin’ asshole!” she shouted.

I looked over her naked body one last time. I had to admit, I was going to miss those tits and that perfect ass. “Better to be a fuckin’ asshole than an asshole gettin’ fucked.”

Her jaw dropped and her eyes narrowed. I gave her a quick grin before making my exit, just as I heard her heave what sounded like a very heavy object at the closed door, which I’m sure was intended for my head. While I stood in the hallway and waited for the elevator, I pulled out my phone and texted my sister-in-law back.

Hope, did I ever tell you that you’re my favorite sister-in-law?

Her reply came through just as I stepped into the elevator and hit the L button.

I’m your only sister-in-law.What’s your credit card number and how much do you want to spend?

I pulled out my credit card and punched the numbers into my phone. “Happy birthday, Mom,” I said, leaning my head on the elevator wall. When I stepped out and into the lobby, I instinctively reached for my sunglasses on top of my head, only to find that they weren’t there. Somehow, I didn’t think that the bright August sunlight streaming through the window and my throbbing head would mesh too well. After last night, I couldn’t even imagine where they were. I was surprised that I actually still had my wallet on me. Oh, well. Another pair bites the dust. Too bad they had to be my favorite two hundred dollar pair of Oakley’s.
I squinted as I stepped outside. It felt like it was a hundred degrees already and it was only a little after seven.

“Hey, Mr. McAdams. Are you putting out any fires today?” Jeffrey, the doorman for Delia’s apartment building, asked.

“No, but I think I may have started one on the top floor.” I smirked.

He shook his head and smirked back. I could tell that he was doing his best to hold back his laughter. I was pretty sure that he was up to speed on all the dirt of the tenants in the building. “Have a good one, Jeffrey,” I said as I hailed down a cab with nothing else on my mind except my own bed and being passed out cold in it within the next twenty minutes.



Friday, May 16, 2014

A Will To Change Cover Reveal & Giveaway

In A Cry for Hope you meet Jamie’s carefree younger brother, Will. Now read his story…

Will McAdams is a New York City firefighter who has always lived in the shadow of his older brother, never quite measuring up to his parents standards. He lives his life without regrets, and answers to no one. The women love him and he uses that to his advantage, making it clear that he only has one use for them.

Gabby Spencer is a nurse in the burn unit of a busy New York City hospital. Her guarded personality doesn’t allow many people into her life and her patients take the place of her lack of family. She masks the pain that she is harboring deep inside with quick wit and sarcasm.

When Will becomes one of Gabby’s patients they form a special bond and soon become each other's solace. But Will doesn’t see her like every other woman in his life. She means the world to him and he feels an underlying need to always protect her – most of all from himself. Even though he wants her more than he’s ever wanted any other woman, he’s not willing to take that next step and jeopardize everything they have. When jealousy and pain begin to overtake their once perfect friendship, will Will's fear of falling in love and never measuring up, cause him to lose the one and only woman to ever own his heart? 

Expected Publication ~ June 26, 2014

* This is a companion novel to A Cry For Hope and can be read as a stand-alone.




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Gabby rambled on until our food came, only stopping when her eyes lit up at the size of her burger.
“Told ya!” I teased.
“Told me what?” she asked, taking a bite of her fry.
“I saw the look on your face when you saw the size of that burger.”
“This little thing?” she asked, looking down at her plate. I nodded. “Oh please, Will. I’ve had bigger ones than this in my mouth.” I almost spit my ice tea all over the place. “I meant burgers, pervert!”
“Mmm, hmmm. I bet you did!” She smirked as she smothered her burger in ketchup and relish. “Geez, Gabby. Why don’t you have some burger with your ketchup and relish?”
“I love ketchup!” she said, licking it off her fingers.
“I can see that!”
“Don’t you?” she asked, opening her mouth wide and taking a bite.
“Yeah, but not half the bottle. Definitely not relish, though.”
“Mmmm….you don’t know what you’re missing!” she said, taking another huge bite. “Here, taste.” She held the burger up to my mouth.
“Gabby, it’s drenched in -.”
“Come on, Will. Don’t be afraid to try new things.” I opened my mouth and took a bite. It wasn’t half bad. “Not bad, is it?” she asked with her adorable grin as she picked up the napkin and wiped the ketchup off my face.
I took the top bun from my burger. “Lay it on me, Gabby girl!”
She held her hand up to give me a high five before picking up the bottle of relish and ketchup. “Woohoo! Sister Gabby has made you seen the error of your ways. Bless you, Will,” she giggled.
She squirted on the ketchup and relish, and lifted her burger up to her mouth. “Come on, Will. Let’s do it together,” she teased in an overly sexy voice.
“You are a piece of work, you know that?” I chuckled.
She took a bite of her burger at the same time as me. I never thought that someone could actually look adorable chewing food, but Gabby proved that theory wrong. She swallowed it down and took a sip of her milk shake. “Was it good for you?” she asked. Neither one of us were able to control our laughter. It didn’t get any better than being here with her.

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Friday, May 9, 2014

Just a Quick Little Hello....





It's been so long since I blogged that I almost forgot my password. I've been super busy with writing, finding the perfect cover, editing and life in general. I will be publishing my next book A Will To Change.....the companion novel to A Cry For Hope, next month. I know I need to slow down it down a bit but when an idea strikes me I have to keep going until the entire story is out of my head. This story hit me as I was finishing up with A Cry For Hope and created the character of her brother in law, Will. Something told me the minute that he jumped into the pages (actually on the computer screen) of that book that he had his own story to tell.....and boy does he ever! I will be sharing the cover with everyone in exactly one week!. I hope that you guys will love just as much as me!
I am also working on another story that I will be releasing sometime in the fall. The entire story came to me just by looking at a set of pictures (one of which I will be using for my cover) from a very talented photographer. I will be adding the synopsis to Goodreads very soon!

And for all my 40 + readers (like myself) the next book that's in my head and waiting to be typed out is going to be about a 40 something protagonist....that won't be releasing until sometime next year. I've had the idea for this one in my head for a while and kept pushing it back because the characters in all these other books have been talking louder to me. But once I'm done with my current WIP, I plan on shutting everyone else up and concentrating fully on this one.
So, that's my quick little update on what 's been going on with me! I'm going to TRY and keep up with this blogging stuff more often....Until then xo!