"Madoc and Fallon. Two estranged teenagers playing games that push the boundaries between love and war…She’s back.For the three years she’s been away at boarding school, there was no word from her. Back when we lived in the same house, she used to cut me down during the day and then leave her door open for me at night.I was stupid then, but now I’m ready to beat her at her own game…I’m back.Three years and I can tell he still wants me, even if he acts like he’s better than me.But I won’t be scared away. Or pushed down. I’ll call his bluff and fight back. That’s what he wants, right? As long as I keep my guard up, he’ll never know how much he affects me…."
Reaching around, he twisted my chin towards the mirror, and I sucked in a breath. “What do you see?!” he shouted.
“You and me!” I blurted out. “Madoc and Fallon!”
My heart was racing.
I looked at him through the mirror. I sat on one side of his lap, so he could see from the other side, and we stared at each other, my chest rising and falling more urgently.
“That’s not what I see,” he said in a low voice. “Those names mean nothing to me. They’re simple and empty. When I’m with you, I don’t see the daughter of a gold digging bitch and an Irish drug lord or the son of a crooked lawyer and a vegan Barbie.”
I almost wanted to laugh. Madoc had an ironic way of looking at the world.
But he wasn’t smiling. He was scowling. He was dead serious, and I knew from experience that his genuine moments were few and far between.
He reached up, threading one hand into my hair while the other hand rested on the chair.
“I see everything I want for as long as I can have it,” he continued. “I see a woman that wears the cutest little scowl like she’s two years old and was just told she couldn’t have candy. I see a guy that went and got an apadravya piercing, because he wanted to live in her world for even a little while.”
I closed my eyes. Don’t do this to me, Madoc. Please.
Guest PostHow do you manage to keep your characters' personalities and keep things steamy and original?
The steam comes from the volatile nature of the relationships. They’re all love-hate in this series. The more push, the more pull, and the bigger the payoff when you get to that first kiss. The foreplay has built up, and everyone just wants them to admit their feelings. That’s what keeps people reading. Jared and Tate had great chemistry, and the dynamic between them was addictive. When we start Rival, though, Madoc and Fallon have already had a sexual relationship. It doesn’t take them long to rekindle old habits. It was a different relationship. Jax and K.C. are starting from scratch. They weren’t friends, or lovers, and while they don’t hate each other, the contempt is there. The push and pull as he challenges her and pushes her beyond her limits is so painfully beautiful. And mostly, I don’t want to spit out quick entertainment. I sit and stare at the computer until what I’m going to do feels right. I want it to work, and I want everyone to love it.
Penelope Douglas is a writer in Las Vegas. Born in Dubuque, Iowa, she is the oldest of five children. Penelope attended the University of Northern Iowa, earning a Bachelor's degree in Public Administration, because her father told her to "just get the degree!" She then earned a Masters of Science in Education at Loyola University in New Orleans, because she hated Public Administration. One night, she got tipsy and told the bouncer at the bar where she worked that his son was hot, and three years later they were married. To the son, not the bouncer. They have spawn, but just one. A daughter named Aydan. Penelope loves sweets, The Originals, and she shops at Target almost daily.
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