Isn’t the Sweet, Sexy, Scorching hop fun? I am having blast sharing all these delicious authors and their stories with you. My TBR pile has grown enormously. Have you looked at the prizes for this hop recently? $40 grand prizes gift card and so many books! The more you hop the more chances you get to win.
I’d like to welcome Erin Nicholas to The Book Tart. Hi Sweetie! Thank you so much for playing with us. And for the deleted scene from Just Right, the first story in the Bradfords series. *sigh* It’s gone to the top of my TBR stack. Yum! I adore Erin’s website too- her tag line is “Romance should always be this fun.” I totally agree :p
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Today it’s about Erin Nicholas!
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Deleted Scene from Just Right
Copyright © Erin Nicholas 2009
Someone knocked on the door to his hospital room. Mario sighed. He should be exhausted. His mom had been here to put on the show for the cops who had arrived to do a follow—up on the injuries the hospital had been required to report.
Of course, the social workers had come up anyway. Her I’m—the—best—most—concerned—mother—in—the—world act was getting less and less convincing. Probably because she was putting less effort into it. When he was younger, she received financial aid based on being a single mom in school. She was still ‘in school’, but he was almost an adult. When he turned eighteen she wasn’t going to get to claim him anymore. He even gave her money sometimes now. Which was the reason she wanted to keep him under her roof and not some foster parents’ roof as long as she could.
Still, she was his mom and had never hurt him physically, had never told him she hated him or anything, and could be fun to be around when she hadn’t been drinking and was around.
Besides, she’d had nothing to do with his current situation. And he didn’t want to go to all the trouble of moving all of his stuff to a new place for the few months before he could be officially independent.
Anyway, all of those people were long gone and the only person he wanted to see was Sophie, who wasn’t answering her cell phone, couldn’t be found at the Center by the part—time volunteer who answered the office phone, and wasn’t picking up at home.
So, this was probably just a nurse or someone who wanted to suck more blood out of his arm. He closed his eyes and sunk down farther in his bed, pretending to be asleep. It wouldn’t keep them from sticking needles in him, but he could avoid some idle conversation.
There was another knock. Then he heard the door latch click as someone came in. He opened one eye a slit to see if it was the young, hot girl who made the blood—sucking a least a little more pleasant.
He would have laughed if it didn’t hurt so much to even breathe deeply, when Tony and Reuben pushed the door to his room open and peered in.
It was interesting that two teenage boys, that between them had twelve piercings—many of them done at home— eight tattoos and nine victorious fight nights, could look so scared just walking into a hospital room.
“Hey.” Mario worked hard on not grimacing as he pushed himself back up to sitting.
“Hey,” Tony said hesitantly, standing just inside the door, barely giving Rueben room to let the door shut.
Reuben seemed to be having trouble looking at Mario. He knew that other than the IV needle stuck in his arm, there was no external sign that Mario was not completely normal. The sheet covered the incision on his stomach, the incision on his head was in the back, away from Reuben’s line of sight and even the goose— egg and cut on his head from the fight were healing.
“What’s up?” He was glad to see them. Lying around like this for the past three days sucked. He hated being here by himself. Both the Miss Bradfords and Sam had showed up, of course. And other kids from the Center had been by. But he’d wondered where his friends were.
“Get in here. You look like wusses standing around by the door,” Mario ordered.
Tony gave him a sheepish grin and ambled forward, his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. As he got closer, he took in the IV pole, the bag of fluid and the long tube from the bag to his arm. “I can’t believe that asshole,” Tony said with disgust. “What a pussy. He couldn’t beat you without…” He stopped and swallowed hard.
“A baseball bat,” Mario filled in. He knew rumors were probably flying and God knew what Drake and his guys were saying.
Tony flinched but nodded. So he’d heard it right: when Mario had shown up for fight night like it was supposed to be, it had only been Drake and his three buddies. And the baseball bat.
Drake’s buddies hadn’t helped. That was one thing Mario was thankful for.
But none of it mattered now. He wasn’t pressing charges or anything. It was over. Not that he trusted Drake and he certainly hadn’t been looking to get attacked like that, but he probably should have been. But there would be no more than this. Now Drake would walk away and for that Mario would take ten more beatings.
Reuben looked ill when Mario turned his attention to him. “What’s with you man?” Mario finally demanded of his big, unusually quiet friend. “You got a problem?”
Reuben shook his head.
Reuben had never seen a doctor after a fight even though one of his fingers was crooked from being broken and he had at least two scars that would have definitely been stitched if someone had seen him. Did he think Mario was weak, laying here?
He’d show him differently. Mario swung his legs over the edge of the bed and pushed himself up to sitting.
“You got something to say?” he asked once he was upright.
The big black guy finally looked Mario square in the eye. “I’m sorry.”
Mario stared at him. He had to swallow the words he’d been about to say, challenging Reuben to a fight to show he could hold his own even in a hospital gown.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
I’ve been reading romance since my mom first let me into her book cupboard when I was about fourteen. LaVyrle Spencer, Julie Garwood, Debbie Macomber… they took my ‘happily ever after’ ideas from animated princesses to real people in the real world.
I’ve been writing romance almost as long. Many a family car trip was spent with my head bent over a spiral notebook in the back seat. I’ll confess that my very first attempts at fiction were fantasy and paranormals, influenced by my father’s love of the Lord of the Rings, The Chronicles of Narnia, and the original Alice in Wonderland. If Harry Potter had been around, I’m sure he would have been on the bedtime story shelf as well.
But it wasn’t long until I started writing about true love and that’s where I’ve been ever since.
I’m so thrilled to be able to share these stories with you! I hope that they make you smile, sigh, maybe even choke up a little. Most of all, I hope that they help you believe in magical things like first kisses, the spark of passion, and the power of true love.
I’d love to hear from you! Please write me at Erin (at) ErinNicholas.com
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