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Romance author Simone Kent thinks she might just have found the most perfect guy in all of New York City—in bed and out. But Drake Parrish is about as far from perfect as any man can get. Eight years ago, he was cursed by an evil Voodoo priestess. Since then he has lived like a recluse onNew York’sUpper East Side, afraid to go out for fear he’ll suddenly turn into one of the walking dead.
The sex is the hottest either of them has ever experienced and Simone discoversjust how naughty she can be with Drake, while he finds himself experiencing things for Simone that he hasn’t felt in a very long time. When the Voodoo priestess learns of their relationship, however, she comes after him again. She’s determined he won’t have a future with Simone, even if that means killing both him and the woman he loves.
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An Excerpt From: DEAD SEXY
Copyright © PAIGE TYLER, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Sitting down on the couch, she pulled up her email. There was one from her agent, along with several from her readers, as well as the usual friend requests from MySpace and Facebook, but her gaze locked on the one from Drake Parrish. He’d written back already!
Simone set the bowl of oatmeal down on the coffee table with a thump and pulled her laptop closer, eager to see if he had given her any ideas.
I’m glad Megan recommended me to you. I took a look at what you have so far and I think you’ve got some really interesting main characters. How do you feel about turning it into a romantic suspense? See what you think of the attached plotline. It’s not a whole story line, just some quick thoughts. We can take the book in any direction you want to go, but this might get you started.
P.S. Love your books.
Simone blinked in surprise at that last part. He loved her books? A compliment like that from another author was always incredibly flattering, even if it did come from a guy who made his living writing under other people’s names. She clicked on the attachment and waited impatiently for Word to open the file. Romantic suspense, huh? That definitely sounded like it had possibilities.
When the document came up a moment later, she was astounded to see the plotline was five pages long. Curious, she started reading and immediately found herself nodding her head in agreement. His idea to have the hero and heroine get involved in industrial espionage was certainly better than her Field & Stream story, that was for sure. And the best part was that it wouldn’t involve any research on fly fishing, which was definitely a good thing.
But while she liked most of his suggestions, she wasn’t quite sure where he was going with some of the others and she didn’t want to start reworking the book until she clarified a few things. It would be easier if she could just chat back and forth with him like she did with her regular editor. She typed a quick email to Drake, telling him she had some questions and asking if he had Yahoo Messenger. She added her Yahoo ID, then hit the send button.
Figuring she had time to get in a Pilates workout while she waited for him to get back to her, Simone quickly finished her oatmeal, then went into the bedroom to change. When she came out a few minutes later, however, she was surprised to see an add request from Yahoo Messenger waiting for her on the computer. Tossing her yoga mat on the floor, she hopped on the couch to approve Drake’s add request.
Thanks for getting back to me so quickly. I thought I’d have to wait until you got home from work.
It only took a moment for him to reply.
I actually work from home, so I was already on the computer.
Simone lifted a brow at that.
Oh. I thought you only did editing part time.
While she waited for him to answer, she picked up the bottle of flavored water she’d grabbed when she was in the kitchen earlier and took a sip.
Nah. It’s a full-time job. You mentioned in your email you wanted to talk about the suggestions I sent you. I hope I didn’t offend you with any of my advice.
She almost laughed. Setting the bottle of water on the coffee table, she typed a reply.
No, not at all. I love what you suggested, but I’m a little confused about a few things. I just wanted to get some details from you to make sure I understand what you’re thinking. So don’t worry about offending me. Consider your advice solicited.
His answer came back immediately.
Okay, no problem. Shoot.
That had them bouncing ideas back and forth for the next hour and a half. As Simone typed one reply after another, she couldn’t help thinking how much better this was than email. Not only was it more productive, but it was more fun, too. Drake was easy to chat with and he made her laugh more than once with his dry sense of humor. He wasn’t pushy about his ideas, either, which was nice. Since she’d never worked with a consulting editor before, she hadn’t known what to expect, but it wasn’t much different than working with her regular editor.
Simone was in complete agreement with where he thought the story should go. She couldn’t believe how easy it was to brainstorm with him. She’d propose the start of a scene and he would immediately suggest what should come next. They went back and forth as fast as their fingers could type, and before she knew it they had an entire section outlined. Drake wasn’t all about the action, either, but was equally skilled at creating the perfect romantic scene, too. Simone actually let out a sigh when she read the part about the hero holding the heroine in his arms and promising to keep her safe while they were sitting on a bear skin rug in front of a fireplace. Megan was right—Drake was romantic as hell. Whoever his significant other was, she was a damn lucky woman.
Deciding she had enough material to do some serious writing, Simone asked Drake if he would be online for a while.
Yeah, I should be. Remember, I work from home. The only time my laptop is turned off is when I burn it out.
She laughed to herself. She completely understood what it was like to have a laptop quit on her.
Good. I’m going to write the part we talked about, then I thought I’d send it to you and see what you think. If that’s okay with you?
She chewed on her lower lip as she waited for his reply. If editing was a full-time job, then he probably worked with a lot of other writers besides her. It wasn’t right for her to demand all his time like this.
I’d love to see what you come up with. Email me whenever you get finished.
Simone pulled up her book and immediately got to work. She smiled as her fingers flew over the keys. God, it felt good to be writing again. She’d been so terrified she’d never get her groove back, but the words were coming just as fast and furiously as they always had.
Going back and forth between her book and Drake’s outline, Simone’s thoughts strayed to the man who had so expertly gotten her back on track. She wouldn’t have believed a man could write romance, but Drake was surprisingly good at his job. It was clear to Simone he was a guy who really understood how women thought and knew what was important to them.
As she wrote, Simone found herself wondering what Drake looked like. She liked to think he was tall, dark and sinfully handsome with a body so ripped he’d put a model on the cover of Men’s Fitness to shame, but she doubted it. More likely, he was a short, scrawny geek who spent half his time writing romance novels and the other half squinting through thick glasses at his collection of graphic novels. Ugh, that was a scary image. It was way more fun to imagine he looked like the heroes in her books.
She frowned as a thought struck her. Maybe that was part of her problem when it came to relationships. She expected every man to be like the guys in her romance novels—big, strong and handsome with a tough exterior, but with a soft, gooey sensitive side, too. Maybe she needed to accept the fact those kinds of men just didn’t exist. Telling herself she should probably keep that in mind the next time she went out with a guy, Simone forced herself to get back to work.