March 6, 2018

Adios Pantalones Sneak Peek!

Here's a sneak peek into Ryan's story-  which releases at midnight tonight! Have you pre-ordered your copy yet? 

Foul Mood

Ryan
Something was definitely wrong with me tonight. I was in a shitty mood, and for no good reason. At least, not one that I could pinpoint.

“Hey, Ryan,” a female voice shouted at me from across Sam’s, the bar my brothers and I owned, and I knew what was coming before I even turned to face her.

The fact that the woman shouting at me was a gorgeous brunette did nothing to improve my state of mind. Beautiful women were a dime a dozen in Los Angeles, and I got to see them every single night. Hell, most of them screamed my name and left me their phone numbers on their way out the door, each one hoping I’d call.

Part of me no longer wanted to indulge in this game of let’s get Ryan to take his shirt off, but like a good fucking sheep, I did what was expected of me.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” I forced a grin, my teeth grinding together as I fought the urge to run.

She looked around at the bar, still packed even though it was closing time, and gave me a grin of her own. “Can I get an Adios . . .” Her lips pursed and her eyebrows raised seductively as she waited.

“Pantalones,” the rest of the bar crowd sang out in unison.

So I did what I always did—took off my damn shirt and tossed it onto the register, screams and whistles filling my ears like we were at a strip club.

As I made the last drink of the night, I got lost in my own thoughts, my mind a scary place to be when I was in one of these rare moods.

I couldn’t remember how this tradition got started in the first place, but I was fairly sure that I brought it on myself. You would think it would be every man’s fantasy to have a roomful of women screaming his name each night. You would think that every guy on God’s green earth would love to have women falling at his feet the way women seemed to fall at mine.

But if you thought that about me, then you didn’t know me at all.

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March 1, 2018

London

Everyone always wants to know why I love London so much. It's hard to put into words the way a place just FEELS. There's just something about London that is unlike any other city I've been too (so far). It's comfortable, when it should be anything but.

Growing up in Southern California my whole life, I wasn't exposed to certain architectural things. There were no castles. There wasn't anywhere I could go and visit 1000 year old buildings that were LITERALLY brimming with the things we read about in our history books. I mean, can you even wrap your mind around something being a THOUSAND years old??!! It's insane to me.... in the best possible way.

London is magical. It's dark. It's cultured and diverse in a completely different way than America is. It's just a really fucking cool city with so much to do and see.

But to be honest, there's still so much of Europe I want to explore. I'm hoping I'll find a new favorite, but since London was my first, it might be hard. What's your favorite European city? I wanna know!!!

Ps.... had the best time at the book signing last Saturday!!!! :)