Happy Tuesday All! Sharing a scene from my upcoming, Southern Contemporary, Until Her.


This is a scene were Jackson and Anna are just now seeing each other after he’s been away. I don’t want to give too much away, but it’s obvious, Anna isn’t dead right… Right! So here they are in all their hotness…

Instagram Post“You gonna stare at me, Annabelle, or come and give me some sugar?”

“Sugar is what you want?” I joke.

“Yeah.” His voice drops an octave, and I swear I can feel it down to that place inside that’s severely neglected. He doesn’t move, and neither do I.

“Come here, Anna.”

“Oh, boy,” Joey whispers. Then adds, “Treat and I are taking Ava to dinner and then out to the movies. We’ll be back in a few hours.”

Just like that, it’s just him and me.

Everything gets quiet. Too quiet. I can feel the blood rushing through my veins, and my chest is doing its best to contain my rampant heartbeat. The intensity in Jackson’s stare has increased the temperature in the room, but it has also removed what little oxygen is left.

I can’t move.

Somehow—I swear it’s almost magical—I’m now standing in front of him. When had he gotten so close? Or had it been me who moved? I stare up into molten gold eyes that caress every inch of my face. Neither of us speaks. It’s not necessary.

I hope we don’t speak for hours.