“First Night – A Mad for You Novella” Release

First Night - A Mad for You Novella

Long before he became a billionaire and she an ambitious analyst, he was a beautiful boy in love with her–a girl from the wrong side of the tracks…

Gabriel Gordon, playboy extraordinaire, has been fixated on winning Emma Adams’s affections for over a month. She’s resisted his charming advances, even going so far as turning down Gabriel’s request to be his date for Senior Prom.

Now it’s the night and Emma can’t help but be aware of Gabriel’s smoldering stares. Sparks fly when she turns him down again, refusing to dance with him despite her desire to give in, causing Emma to flee from him and her feelings. When Gabriel catches her outside, Emma is finally powerless to resist giving this broken angel her first kiss and her heart…

Book 1.5 in the “Mad, Bad, & Dangerous to Love” series

NOTE: Approximately 10,800 words or 80 pages. “First Night” is a “Mad for You” short. It isn’t necessary to have read “Mad for You” prior, but it is helpful.

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12 Days of Gabriel – #12

12 Days of Gabriel–A series of vignettes told from Gabriel’s POV:

Mad for You #12

I fancied I could feel Emma’s heartbeat beating inside me. The connection between us made me think of the fairy tales my mother favored reading to me so long ago. Being in Emma’s arms, feeling her breath become mine, proved the magic I felt seven years before was still real.

Everything changed in life, but not this.

I wasn’t wrong about loving Emma. She was everything I strove to be—strong, dignified, and loyal. She had the stare of someone who could look herself in the mirror and not flinch. No matter how much scorn had been dumped on Emma, she dared anyone to stop her from achieving her goals. One had to earn their way into her inner realm, but once you were in—she’d die before she betrayed you.

Lost in Emma, far from the monsters of my past, I could believe contentment would eventually be mine to have—only as long as I had this glorious woman by my side.

“Emma? Where do we go from here?” I whispered in her ear, praying that I wasn’t alone in feeling two halves become whole.

Her arms hugged me tight. I felt the fine tremors running through her. I didn’t have to check to know if they ran through me. Emma Adams had become part of me long before she could ever have guessed.

I knew I’d never be free of her as long as I drew breath.

Whether Emma felt the same…

Despite my best intentions, I still screwed up royally. Even if Emma did manage to forgive me, I also knew our path was only bound to get rockier. Despite my polished veneer, I seethed with tension and frustration against my past, my family, and my future. I was always one step away from becoming a Gordon in every respect.

I didn’t want that.

Blood would tell, as it always did, but at this one moment, strung between the possibility of something better and oblivion, I prayed to get the chance to try.

“Wherever we go, we go together, Gabriel.”

I closed my eyes. Peace. Finally.

12 Days of Gabriel – #11

12 Days of Gabriel–A series of vignettes told from Gabriel’s POV:

Mad for You #11

Happy moments in my life always ended up ruined, broken beyond repair. Every birthday, holiday, and special event became a volatile occasion that I dreaded, knowing that no matter how perfect the day might begin it wouldn’t end that way.

I spent too many nights crying alone in my bed as my father screamed the vilest things, uncaring how far his voice traveled.

“Should’ve never been born…”

“I wish I’d never married you, you whore!”

“You two deserve each other…”

Eventually I learned not to cry, not to feel anything that came too close to those raw, vulnerable memories. Hard experience during my formative years had only encouraged me to focus on pleasure, and the one woman in my life above reproach—my mother.

And yet…

Yet, the feeling that there was something more beyond living safe in a box of preset limitations never fully went away. I wondered who I might’ve been if I hadn’t been born into the Gordon family. Maybe I’d be an artist or a construction worker. Or maybe both. What would life be like if the only one in control of my destination was me?

No family expectations to deliver, no social agenda to participate in, just life lived as it came.

But that was a fool’s dream.

My life had been mapped out before I was born. I would sit on the board, help manage the coffers so they wouldn’t run dry, and then marry someone from a suitable family who’d be expected to look the other way as I fucked my way into my secretary’s pants.

I was who I was and I came from where I came.

Then I met Emma Adams.

She hated my money and position almost as much as I did. She didn’t fawn over me. In fact, she didn’t even talk to me. At least not with her mouth. Her eyes though told the story…

I wanted what I shouldn’t. And for one glorious month I thought I’d finally had something worth living for, changing for.

And then she was gone.

Once I got over my colossal rage against life, I decided the best way to get over Emma was to dive right back into my old life. Except it didn’t fit quite the same anymore.

I’d think back, remembering the too-short amount of time spent with Emma during high school and possibilities would quickly reemerge. I didn’t have to just be a playboy with too much time and money on his hands. I could do more than just smile and have the world bend at my feet just as an ego-stroke.

I could do something that mattered. I could make a difference.

It took me the better part of my freshman year in college to make peace with the idea. My father’s death accelerated those plans. I either had to accept my life as it was or I could try something new.

So I cheated. I did both. New life for others. Old life for me.

And then she came back and changed my life again.

“Emma, I knew in that moment that I’d been on the verge of making the biggest mistake of my life. I was going to marry someone I didn’t love all because it was the most logical decision. No matter what happens from here on out, I want to thank you for being there right when I needed you.”

I meant it. No matter if Emma Adams did decide that her life couldn’t include me in it, she’d still given me the best thing a woman could ever give a man—life.

And I’d love her forever for it.

12 Days of Gabriel – #10

12 Days of Gabriel–A series of vignettes told from Gabriel’s POV:

Mad for You #10

I’d lost her. Everything I had done to be someone new, someone different had all turned into dust. She’d never believe anything I had to say. I did everything I could to suppress the tears trying to spring forth. I hadn’t cried in years.

Now seemed like it was going to end up being the time to change that.

“Emma!” I growled her name, hoping she’d hear the agony of my breaking heart. I wanted her to come back to me, to try and believe me over Embry.

To take a chance I was more than she thought I was.

“Guess this proves her point, huh? I can’t be like Embry after all.”

Past the bravado, I saw it. Emma’s pain was as great as mine. Before I knew it, I took a step towards her.

“I’m so sorry for what I’m about to do.”

Her whisper wasn’t for me, but for the mute waiter. Then Emma grabbed the food cart and slammed it over. Food and glass exploded, sending shards everywhere. My brilliant Emma ran out the door, leaving the carnage in her wake.

I yelled her name, uncaring how manic I must’ve seemed to the two people still in the room with me. What did I care of their opinion when the only person who ever mattered to me, bloodties notwithstanding, had just left me as easily as she left me before?

I had the very inappropriate urge to flip over every table and chair, to make the dining room a physical representation of my massacred emotions. Once I would’ve done it.

Now was different…

Barely hanging on by a string, I smoothed my hair back and commanded the unfortunate waiter to “Bill my account for everything.”

He nodded, mumbling something about getting a broom and for us to “Please take care to not come too close.”

Wise words indeed.

“She has quite the temper, doesn’t she?”

I whirled away from Embry. If her sake, she’d better take the warning seriously. “It’s none of your business.”

“Gabriel, I still love you. Please forget about Emma. You did it once before, you can did it again…”

I felt her hand on my arm. Revulsion crawled down my back. I yanked away from Embry and stared her down. I centered all of my rage and disgust on her and felt a raw urge of satisfaction once I saw Embry wilt from it.

“You’ve won nothing here, understand? And before I leave, let me make this clear—Emma didn’t come between us. She was here first.” I laid my fist over my heart. “If anything, you’re the interloper, Embry. Not her.”

I didn’t wait to hear her reply. I rushed out, needing to find Emma before it was too late.

12 Days of Gabriel – #6

12 Days of Gabriel–A series of vignettes told from Gabriel’s POV:

Mad for You #6

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We were at the zoo—someplace I’d always wanted to go to but never had. Not even as a child. There were varying reasons as to why but it all boiled down to—Not. Going. To. Happen.

This is what normal felt like. Walking around with your girl, holding hands, browsing the gift shop, sitting on benches and people watching—I liked it. The whole time I kept catching peeks from Emma. I pretended not to notice.

I wondered if she felt the same too. Did she feel we were normal? Did she like it as much as I did?

Could Emma see forever?

I could. I imagined coming back here with our children. Yes, our children. Considering the dysfunction in my upbringing and the lack of father in hers, children logically might’ve been the last thing to be desired, but I so didn’t care.

I wanted children with Emma. Years ago, back when we were barely more than children ourselves, I imagined them with her. Twins. Or at the very least a boy and a girl. I’d love more, but that was only if Emma agreed.

Inwardly I snorted. It would do little for my image for people to know I longed for marriage, family, barbeques…all the clichés and customs fascinated me to no end. I looked forward to the day when I learned how to cook, to do all the things that would let Emma know I could provide for her more than just a portfolio. The idea of buying diapers on my way home from work was a closely-held delight to my heart.

But I was clearly getting ahead of myself.

Right now it was enough that Emma was by my side, hand in mine, and happy to be there. I could see it in her eyes, even when I wasn’t supposed to know.

That was okay. She could have her secrets and I could have mine. Eventually we’d share.

My phone rang. Strange. Everyone knew not to call me unless it was an emergency. I looked at the ID. It was my mother. “I’m sorry, Emma. Let me grab this. I’ll be back in a minute.” I walked away from her, somehow knowing discretion would mean everything as soon as I answered.

“Mom?” I smiled, hoping she could feel my love for her through the phone.

“Gabriel, I’m so sorry to be calling you while you’re on your date.”

I heard the distress in her tone, no matter how calm she tried to keep her voice. It was the strangled sound of unhappiness I’d heard practically my whole life. My gut turned cold. It couldn’t be good. “No, no, it’s fine. What’s wrong?”

“It’s Embry. She’s here.”

I froze.Normal immediately became the fantasy that would always remain just that–something to dream but impossible to obtain.