Cherrie Lynn

Archive for April, 2012

Monday, April 30th, 2012

Ghost and Macy are shaping up to have a longer story than Brian and Candace. I’m sure that’s probably good news to you guys, but I’m not so sure it’s good news to me. More work! lol. After numerous starts and stops, after completely scrapping chapters upon chapters and crying and starting over from scratch more times than I care to admit, Leave Me Breathless now stands at 70K words. That’s novel length. A shorter novel, but still a novel. And there’s still some story to tell. So I’m looking at a true 100K novel for them. To think it was originally supposed to be only a novella. Ha! Looks like I got carried away, right? There’s just so much to these guys.

I think this is the first book I’ve published that had a title before I was done with it. It’s certainly the first to already have its dedication written before I’ve even submitted it. Believe me, I know *just* who this one is for. :-)

Wednesday, April 25th, 2012

I am crushing. SO. FREAKING. HARD.

And I totally never noticed “Leave me breathless” was a lyric in this song, but now that Adrian Patrick has sung it, it is DEFINITELY the title of Ghost’s book. It’s like fate. :p (Unless my editor makes me change it for some reason, that is…which I really can’t see happening.)

But WOW!! He is just…INCREDIBLE! I love the original song, but I must say he’s done it justice. Love the screams too. *drool*

I hope these guys blow up HUGE.

Thursday, April 19th, 2012
OMG, Y’all

They got me a little sniffly tonight. :) This is fresh on the page, too, so as always please forgive anything that isn’t polished.


Reaching up, she captured his face between her hands. She could gaze at it from now on, she realized. So full of character, so beautiful. She’d laughed more with him in the past couple of weeks than she had in the entire year. And she had to leave him. The thought of not touching him, not hearing his own laughter in her ear or seeing that devilish glint in his eyes for who knew how long, laid her heart wide open.

“I’m really going to miss you,” she said, hating how banal it sounded. If these damn threatening tears began to win out, she was going to have to let them. They would speak more for her feelings than her voice ever could.

“Macy…” Her transition into his arms was seamless; she didn’t know if she went into them or if he pulled her in first—it was simply a fluid, instinctive motion. As if they both knew she belonged there.

“I don’t know what to say,” he breathed into her hair, squeezing the air from her. “Fuck. Just wait for me.”

That was all he needed to say.

“I will.”


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