#MWTease

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IMG_1163 Hello again! Welcome to the tease! So the last few weeks I’ve been giving you a taste of the second book in the Southern Honor series…so I figured this week I’d get back to Jack and Dillon’s story (Homecoming, Southern Honor book one) just in case you’re still on the fence about these wounded soldiers.

Homecoming

This weeks tease:

Jack looked down at Dillon and felt his rage boil over. Dillon knew nothing about it. Nothing. He had no right to speak like he knew who Jack was. He didn’t remember moving closer. One minute a few yards separated them, and the next he was so close Jack could feel heated skin just inches away.

“You don’t know anything.”

“I know you, Jack. I know who you are in here.” Dillon moved closer and placed a hand over his racing heart. “And no amount of years, miles or experiences can change who you are at your core.”

He couldn’t take it. The one thing that had kept him grounded over the years of combat and killing was right in front of him, within his grasp. Not thinking about the consequences, focusing just on the need flooding his reason, Jack pulled Dillon closer and crushed his mouth to his.

This kiss wasn’t filled with the frenzied rage of the night before. It wasn’t violence that made him push passed the lips under his. It was a frantic need to finally lay claim. To mark him in a way that would leave his imprint on Dillon’s soul.

Dillon’s needy moan caused an answering growl to rumble in his chest as he pulled him closer, aligning their bodies from chest to knee. The feel of the hard plains of Dillon’s chest against his own drove his desire higher. He needed more. So much more.

He released Dillon’s mouth to learn the line of his jaw with teeth and tongue.

“Wait.”

The sighed word barely registered over the sound of his heartbeat rushing in his ears.

“Wait. Jack, wait.”

Suddenly, Dillon was out of his arms and panting a few feet away.

“What the hell?”

“Before this goes any further there’s something I need to know.”

Jack fought the urge to shift his weight under Dillon’s assessing gaze.

“What are we doing?” Dillon finally spoke.

“I thought that much was obvious.”

“Be serious.”

Jack watched the muscles in Dillon’s jaw tick.

“I need to know if this is just a reaction to what you’ve experienced or if this is real for you, Jack.”

Jack closed the distance between them, settling the evidence of his attraction snuggly against Dillon’s hip. “Does this feel real to you?”

“When you put it that way.” Dillon leaned into him. “But in all seriousness, I need to know if this is just an itch you’re scratching and I’m just the first warm body you’ve run into, or if this is something else.”

“I’m not sure what you’re asking, Dillon.” He leaned in and kissed the corner of Dillon’s mouth. “But this isn’t me looking to get off. If that were the case, I have two very capable hands. This is something I’ve fantasized about for years.”

Jack felt Dillon’s entire body freeze. “You what?”

Shit, maybe he had misread the signals. Maybe telling Dillon he had wanted him for so long was a huge mistake. But there was no turning back now. “I’ve wanted you since the beginning.”

You can find your copy of Homecoming here

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Side Projects and Springtime

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So guys…I’ve been a little distracted lately. I know…it’s shocking. But with the weather here in Ohio FINALLY cooperating, and the short people getting involved with team sports (gasp), and this little thing I’ve been working on I’ve really been a bad, bad author.

Okay maybe a bit overboard, but I’ve been devoting a lot of time to this wonderful side project for the M/M Romance Group. (You can find them here and here) Every year they do huge writing event where readers tell us what they want to get their hands on but just haven’t been able to find. Which really…how awesome is that, right? Well I picked up a fun prompt that’s put me outside my box a bit and I have to say I’m loving it. It’s a super fun NA (New Adult) Urban Fantasy road trip bonanza (with plenty of kissing and mushy gushy love stuff). Anywho, I’ve finalized the cover and I wanted to share it with you all!

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They call me Meredith

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So you’ve stumbled upon my humble little blog. Please, sit. Relax. Keep reading.

I suppose you’re wondering who this crazy woman is, yes?

Well, they call me Meredith Daniels. Or more accurately, I chose to call myself Meredith.

Pleased to meet you.

Like so many authors I’ve decided to use a pen name. Not for any particularly nefarious reason outside the idea that it makes my life a little less complicated. How can creating a whole new person be easier you ask? Trust me, it does. Probably for the same reasons so many other authors choose to write under another name.

So who am I?

I’m a writer. And I come fully equipped with all the personality quirks that lofty title entails. It takes a certain kind of person to create a whole new world on the page. My particular worlds usually contain two people who desperately need to be loved.

I never set out to be a romance author. There was no adolescent epiphany. No stunning ah-ha moment. No voice of God stating I shall write romance. Now, hold on before you scoff. I didn’t say I wasn’t drawn to writing. I lived for telling stories. Needed it like oxygen, or water. Or chocolate. When I set out to write my first story, the idea that it would be a romance never entered my mind until I made it to that first love scene. It just flowed from me and I knew that this was what I was meant to be doing. Even if it wasn’t an obvious conclusion, somewhere in my writerly subconscious I KNEW sharing with readers how people find love was what I needed to be doing.

So hello, I’m Meredith Daniels and I write romance.