So, yeah, okay. I'm late. Valentine's Day was two days ago....two and you know what? I missed it because I was too busy recuperating from a sugar coma....and it was worth every bite.
You Know The Feeling....
Walking outside after finishing a tasty, stomach-extending meal and the air on your flushed face feels so good, so cool. As delectable as that last bite of hot apple crumble sliding down your throat.
Oh yeah.
Carb Flush.
That, my friends, is the rush of blood to the face after raising your head from the carb trough. It’s not easy to do, especially since we deny ourselves carbs all the time.
They’re too much fat, we cry.
They’re too much sugar, we scream.
And with a hell-bent for leather single-mindedness, they head straight for multiple areas anywhere between our knees and our necks.
As emphatic as we are about our carb-denial, when we do finally cave, it’s a rush of euphoria seldom duplicated in any other aspect of our lives.
We think, “Yes, oh, yes. This is what I’ve been missing.”
Life is short, right?
So go ahead.
Eat that cake.
You don’t have to overdo it.
But you need to taste it.
Taste the rush.
Feel the flush.
Oh yeah.
Carb Flush.
That, my friends, is the rush of blood to the face after raising your head from the carb trough. It’s not easy to do, especially since we deny ourselves carbs all the time.
They’re too much fat, we cry.
They’re too much sugar, we scream.
And with a hell-bent for leather single-mindedness, they head straight for multiple areas anywhere between our knees and our necks.
As emphatic as we are about our carb-denial, when we do finally cave, it’s a rush of euphoria seldom duplicated in any other aspect of our lives.
We think, “Yes, oh, yes. This is what I’ve been missing.”
Life is short, right?
So go ahead.
Eat that cake.
You don’t have to overdo it.
But you need to taste it.
Taste the rush.
Feel the flush.
Dangerous, Unsettling and Sexy as Hell is Jami Gray's Upcoming Novel, "Marked by Obsession"
As a writer, I'm always curious about what drives other writers. What kinds of questions go through their minds when they're putting a plot together? What kind of characters keep them awake at night? What kinds of problems do they encounter when said characters just refuse to cooperate? Or better yet, what happens when they do?
In Jami Gray's next paranormal romance suspense novel, Marked by Obsession, it's chocked-full of things that will make your pulse pound and your blood roar. Read below for an excerpt of this exciting new continuation of her PSY-IV Teams series!
Synopsis:
Wolf is a hardened solider, solid and sure of himself and
his place, and just happens to be a telepath. He deserved someone who could
keep him grounded, someone who couldn’t be manipulated. Enter Meli, who is
quite happy curling up with a book and avoiding arguments, or anything she
doesn’t want to deal with. Wolf fascinates her, but she’s lost her only family,
her brother, and his death leaves her floundering while her normally staid
world tilts on it axis. It also means she’s hesitant to reach out for the one
man who tempts her dream big. It doesn’t help that she’s managed to become the
focus of deranged stalker, who wants not just Meli, but revenge, and is willing
to go through Wolf to get it.
Excerpt:
A flash of something came and went in those sea-glass eyes.
“You don’t like accepting help, do you?”
"What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’m not talking in tongues, here. It means exactly what I
said.” He cocked his head, his face unreadable. “Why are you picking a fight
with me, Meli?”
His question made me pause, and I sat back. Why was I
picking a fight? Wolf and Bishop were only trying to help, and getting Rabbit
to uncover the details behind Eric’s death might give us a clue as to what
waited in the safety deposit box. Or maybe, it would just raise more questions.
And there it was, “I think I’m scared of what you’ll find.” Saying it out loud
didn’t do a darn thing to diminish the dread lodged like a weight in my gut.
Wolf leaned forward, one arm stretching across the table
until he could cover my hand fisted next to my plate. “Why?”
Such a soft question to land so hard. The fears chasing
themselves in my head were so disloyal, but there was no escaping the logic.
Whatever Eric was involved in was at my front door, and there was no outrunning
it now. I raised my head and met him head on, even though the words choked me.
“During the last year, Eric changed. He was darker, harder than before, and
worried. If this is tied to him, or what was haunting him, and it killed him,
how do I fight it?”
His grip tightened. “You’re not doing it alone, angel. I
won’t let you.”
The solemn depth to his words triggered another fear, even
as shame scrambled underneath. As much as I’d love to stand alone, keeping
everyone else safe, I couldn’t, I didn’t have the necessary skills to navigate
this dangerous new road. But I couldn’t bear it if this man was hurt because of
me, because of the trouble I brought. “Don’t stand in front of me, Wolf.”
His thumb brushed back and forth along my wrist, his gaze
never wavering. “I can’t walk away. I won’t, so don’t ask.”
I shook my head vehemently because I knew beyond a shadow of
a doubt I wouldn’t survive whatever was coming without him. “Beside me, stand
beside me.” It came out rough and aching.
His smile was brilliant and fierce. “That I can do.”
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 Jami Gray is the award winning,
multi-published author of
the Urban Fantasy series, The Kyn Kronicles, and
the Paranormal Romantic Suspense series, PSY-IV Teams. She
can be soothed with coffee and chocolate. Surrounded by Star Wars obsessed males and two female labs
moonlighting as
the Fur Minxes, she escapes by playing with the voices in her
head.
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