I spent the past few days curled up reading during every spare moment I had. Dorothy’s writing made me laugh out loud and sigh (and need a fan! it’s steamy 😉 ) I loved Maiya and Ryan’s journey (Click Here for my review) and I’m eager for more of the Donnelly family!
Enjoy as Dorothy shares a bit about writing Unworthy Heart and Maiya’s song (at the beginning of her adventure) and some of her playlist + a yummy excerpt. Then if it strikes your fancy like it did mine, go get Unworthy Heart!
Opposites not only attract, sometimes they spontaneously combust.
The Donnellys, Book 1
Ryan Donnelly’s past relationship may have failed, but he’s determined to make single fatherhood and his career a resounding success. He’s got his eye on the top of the ladder at an L.A. marketing firm when his gaze snags on co-worker Maiya Rossini.
She’s a feisty, witty, tattooed redhead who’s nowhere near his type, but she pushes every one of his hot buttons.
Maiya clawed her way out of her dysfunctional, trailer-park childhood to earn a college degree and establish a promising career. Her future dreams are big, bright and packed with full-throttle fun, but when it comes to matters of the heart and men—especially stuffy corporate types like Ryan—her past slams on the emotional brakes.
In the office and in the bedroom, Maiya and Ryan rub each other in all the right ways. Though Maiya is everything Ryan didn’t know he wanted, he’s got his work cut out for him convincing her she’s worthy of love—or the bright light she’s brought to his life could slip through his fingers.
Warning: Contains a lot of graphic, yummy sex. To those prone to lock their bedroom doors, fair warning. In this book, there are no doors, only windows. With no curtains. For those who aren’t afraid to keep their eyes wide open: Enjoy the show!
First off, a big THANK YOU to you, Kat, for giving me a slot on your site and always being willing to help. You are most awesome, and I adore you.
It’s mutual hon! *mwah!*
Second, I know you love excerpts, but you also love playlists. So how about a little bit of both? Let’s start with the playlist: At one point this list was massive, as in HUGENORMOUS. When I’m writing, there are so many songs that help fuel those scenes, moments, and critical points in the book that I’ll add and add until I finish the book. And then, the most horrible thing happened: I lost my playlist for Unworthy Heart! I’d changed computers and sometimes the lists don’t always make the transfer…so I had to start over. In the end, I ended up with 89 songs on the UH playlist. EIGHTY-NINE! Still a lot. Crazy, huh?
Oh My! That’s awesome! I’m so glad you are sharing!
They’re all important, of course, but only one is truly significant. It’s Maiya’s song. Whenever it would play, all I could see, hear and feel was Maiya. At the end of the book, the song no longer fits her, and that’s very good. But in the beginning? Yes—this is how she came to me.
“Nobody’s Girl” by Bonnie Riatt:
So, here’s the rest of the songs—all 89 of them.
Now time for an excerpt for you…
*squee!* I adored this bit!
by Dorothy Shaw
Ryan had high-tailed it out of the restaurant for a damn good reason. The short amount of time he’d spent next to Maiya at the table had been intense, and far too arousing. It was either leave and clear his head, or drag her into a corner somewhere and show her just how much her bitchiness turned him on.
The whole situation was crazy. Maiya was the type of woman he steered clear of. A rather hot stove he had no desire to touch again, yet his body didn’t seem to care about any of that. It took all of his willpower not to adjust the erection in his pants when they were sitting next to each other. Damn uncomfortable too.
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Now he was heading back into the redheaded-hot burning building again because he just couldn’t stay away. He’d have to figure out a way to hang with her tonight and keep his distance from her at the same time.
Yeah, right. How the hell was that supposed to happen? She was like a damn sex magnet, all five-foot-eight of her, and his buddy in his pants was all for it. His head—the one on top of his shoulders—kept intervening to remind him she was supposed to be off limits. Not that it mattered though.
He had no issue with casual sex, but sex with Maiya would be anything but casual. The mere idea of her red hair tangled in his fist and her body bared just for him made his limbs tighten in anticipation.
Ryan ran his palm over his mouth and a muffled groan slipped past his lips. With one last command to his dick to behave, he got in his car and headed downtown to…to what?
Play with fire?
Test his control?
Yeah, that was it. Riiighhhtt.
No. He could do this. Under no circumstances would he have sex with Maiya. He would not kiss her lips. He would not paddle her ass for being such a pain in his. Moreover, he absolutely would not enjoy seeing her long legs in the air while he— “Ah, Jesus. Knock it off.” Ryan clenched his teeth and started the car.
When he neared the main strip in front of their office, he spotted the two of them walking on the sidewalk. Well, well, well. There she is. Slowing, he rolled down his passenger window and then stopped alongside them. “Hey, there’s trouble with a capitol M.”
Maiya’s steps slowed and she looked over. “You have got to be kidding me.” She laughed.
“That’s your car?”
“What? Yes. Why? You don’t like it?”
Maiya snorted and rolled her eyes. “Typical.”
Jodi laughed and Maiya resumed her swift stride.
Ryan threw the Porsche in gear and rolled forward a bit, keeping up with her. “What do you mean typical?”
She brushed a lock of hair away from her face. “Just what I said. Typical.”
Ryan shook his head. The comment, joking or not, pricked at his nerves. He was not typical.
He was anything but typical. Damn this woman! Was it her life mission to agitate him? He sped past them and then pulled into the lot behind the pub and parked.
When Ryan stepped into the darkness of Flanagan’s, he glanced around in search of the pair. Maiya’s familiar laugh echoed above the low music and small crowd in the pub. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end and a bolt of heat shot down his spine.
Following the sound, he moved in her direction. Ryan paused before coming into their line of sight. They were in the back at a table. The mammoth stone fireplace, bordering the back wall, danced with flames behind them.
Maiya had one leg tucked beneath her. The other crossed over her knee, with her shoe dangling off her foot. Leaning back in her seat, her elbow rested on the back of the chair, and she absently twirled her hair around one finger. She stirred her drink on the table with the fingertip of her other hand. The blaze from the fireplace illuminated her profile and she glowed in the dim light.
Keeping his eyes trained on her, Ryan took a single step forward and she turned her head in his direction.
Their gazes locked.
Maiya arched one perfect eyebrow, pulled her finger from her drink, and sucked the liquid dripping from the tip. Holy hell. All the blood rushed from Ryan’s brain right to his dick.
Control tested, and he’d been served, failing right out of the gate. So much for that. Ryan drew in a deep breath and somehow managed to get his feet moving. The seat next to her was empty. Of course it was empty. So much for keeping my distance too.
Thanks for letting me share a little bit of Ryan with you…and his Maiya. And also, what she was inside at the start of this book. Guess your readers will have to read Unworthy Heart to find out how she changes. =)
Ha! I like your tease. *nods* And I agree. Go read Unworthy Heart. 😉
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Dorothy F. Shaw lives in Arizona, where the weather is hot and the sunsets are always beautiful. She spends her days in the corporate world and her nights with her Mac on her lap. Between her ever-open heart, her bright red hair and her many colorful tattoos, she truly lives and loves in Technicolor! As Dorothy sees it: the journey is the best part!