EEEEEEK! I am so so sooooo happy to announce that OUT OF THE BLUE is coming to audio! The very kind folks at Podium will be producing Serena and Cope’s sexy, suspenseful love story and I couldn’t be happier to work with them again.
You will be the first to know when they’ve confirmed narrators and a release date. This beauty will be on Audible and whisper-synced as well!
That means you’ll hear scenes like this:
Her eyebrows shot up. We were one inch apart now and racing toward a dangerous temptation, the kind of impulsive act the two of us embraced when we were young and stupid. “Sorry, I didn’t realize that was an official way to dump someone.”
I closed the remaining distance. “I wasn’t going to wait around for you to officially break my heart after three months of silence.”
The truth tore from my throat—instead of sounding mad or arrogant, the words were saturated with my unresolved pain and unending want. It flipped the switch, let years of lust burn hotter than this argument, and what happened next was inevitable from the second I’d been handed that folder.
We reached for each other at the same exact time.
Serena grabbed my shirt and yanked as I scooped her back onto that island.
And I kissed my wife for the first time in four years.
This wasn’t our first kiss. There was no tentative tasting, no learning the shape of each other. I claimed her mouth with a barely suppressed growl as she wrapped her legs around my waist. She gripped my face, and I dove my fingers into hair I never thought I’d touch again. The feel of it, the smell of her, had me deepening a kiss that was already frenzied. Mangoes, saltwater, sunny afternoons on the beach. She smelled like home and tasted like my favorite memories.
She opened wider for me, tongue against mine. We didn’t come up for air, only bruised our lips as we pressed every inch of our bodies together. I bent her all the way back until her shoulders hit the island and her knees rose higher on my waist. This wasn’t a tender moment of reuniting lovers. This was a wild sexual frustration that demanded we submit. This was every unfinished disagreement, every dream and fantasy, every stolen glance and connection we couldn’t deny.