The first few songs of the Night Fever Serial playlist (←click to follow along) are on Spotify! And I'll be adding more over the next few weeks as release day gets closer. Keep scrolling for the Pinterest inspiration board and first teaser.
This weekend I went location scouting for my work in progress. Here, my friend & I sneak up to the 16th floor to get a better look...
Here's a sample of the newly redesigned teasers for The Cityscape Series. Follow the Jessica Hawkins Facebook Page to make sure you don't miss any of them!
As the elevator ascended, David’s body seemed to grow bigger, his bearing predatory. I was his cornered prey. And he was about to strike. After a charged moment, he nodded at the doors. “Go on.” In my thickening haze of anticipation, I hadn’t even noticed our arrival at the penthouse. “We’re late for a very important date,” he said.
“And what date is that?” I asked as we stepped off.
“You, me and nothing else. Leave everything at the door.” He unlocked the door and held it open so I could pass through before him. As I did though, he snatched my elbow. “I said everything.”
Over my shoulder, my gaze met his brown eyes, dark and lusty. He let the door slam to merge his body against my backside, gripping my shoulders roughly in his hands. “I’ve been crazy for you all day,” he rasped in my ear. “And although I love this nude dress, I want it off. Now.” He dragged the zipper down and dropped to his knees. I gasped when his lips touched the base of my spine. His hands skated up my exposed back and slid over my shoulders, releasing the gown so it slumped at my feet. They came around to my front, where he spread his fingers across my stomach. A moan vibrated against the small of my back, sending a shiver up to my shoulders.
He stood and wrapped an arm around my chest, his hardness pressing against my spine. His other hand dropped to pull me open by my inner thigh and touch me through my underwear. I was panting, swaying when he released me suddenly. “Jesus,” he muttered. “I can’t control myself with you.”
Through oversized windows, the city glow lent the only light to the room as he circled in front of me. I put my hand in his and stepped out of the dress, following as he led me down the stairs into the sunken living room.
“Keep those on,” he instructed, motioning to my new black stilettos. He removed his blazer and lit the fireplace as my body, alive with desire, wavered unsteadily in the four-inch heels. He emptied his pockets onto a side table and removed his Rolex. He undid his bowtie slowly with his hooded eyes fixed on me. His limbs, strong and brawny, moved fluidly as he shed clothing. I wanted to learn the contours of his body with my eyes, my fingers, my tongue. And when he looked at me that way, like it was the first time, I could barely help from melting at his feet.
a sneak peek at a guest post I'm working on: The Cityscape Series playlist. this song has always been one of my favorites, and i think it suits david & olivia well.
the scene i have mind is from Come Together. it has to do with finally taking the time to appreciate something you've been wanting for a long time; maybe by the fireplace, backdropped by the skyline...
"Don't move," he said. "I want to memorize everything about this moment."
I was bent at the hip, my hands wrapped around my ankles. This was the position David wanted me in. On his way, he’d texted me how he wanted to find me and it was like this: my ass in the air, my hands at my ankles. I looked anxiously through my legs at the bedroom door. I was positioned at the end of the bed, but I doubted we’d even make it there.
I was dripping with anticipation, and I’d nearly bitten off my bottom lip by the time he’d come home. Now, I heard him toss his keys onto the table in his foyer and make his way to the bedroom. I watched him enter and disappear right into the closet. “You waiting, baby?” he called.
“Yes,” I said impatiently.
“David,” I groaned. “I can’t wait any longer.”
I heard his chuckle. “So touch yourself.”
“No,” I squealed. “I want you to touch me.”
He exited the closet, taking his sweet time even though I was about to burst with desire. His feet were bare, but he was still in his suit pants. He came up right behind me so I could feel his heat on the backs of my legs. “I want to touch you, too,” he said, but he said it low and hoarse, and in a way that sounded like he’d been waiting to say it all day.