Like most authors, Lex has been writing ever since she could hold a pencil. A few years ago, when she posted snippets of her work on her personal blogÂ Sunlight Sucks, multi-published authorÂ Jennifer LeelandÂ encouraged her to submit her writing to publishers. That led to her first contract in October 2008.
Now an award winning, multi-published PAN author in her own right, Lex is a member of Romance Writers of America and active in several chapters including her local OCC chapter. Her publishers include: Elloraâs Cave, Loose Id, Jupiter Gardens (formerly Pink Petal Books), MLR Press, and Liquid Silver Books. She is published in both ebook and print.
Born and raised in Salinas, California, Lex moved to Southern California in 1992. She lives in a canyon on the edge of Orange County with her daughter Nikki (aka Motley ofÂ Socially Dead),Â her long haired tattooed husband Rott (ofÂ RottNRoll), and a bunch of cats she calls âbabies.â She loves loud rock and alternative music, builds her own computers, and has a propensity for having very weird vivid dreams about Nikki Sixx. Lex works full-time at a 100 year old cemetery as the network administrator, collects giraffes thanks to a character written by her friend Jen Morgan, adores supermodel Marcus Schenkenberg and loves hanging out with author-pal Z.A. Maxfield who never lets Lex be a wallflower.
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â******, Iâm sorry.â
The softly spoken words caused ****** to release his breath on a sigh. âI am too, ******.â He turned, his gaze caught and held by ******âs. A wave of emotion, mostly indefinable, rose within him, causing an ache in his chest.
****** swallowed, his Adamâs apple bobbing slightly. âI shouldnât have done that.â
****** sensed ******âs discomfort, but stayed silent, waiting for him to finish. He gave the man points for holding his gaze when by rights he probably wanted to look anywhere else.
âI was angry and disappointed and confused. When *** came on to me in the barâ¦â ****** broke off and swallowed again. âI didnât think you would care what I did, but that is no excuse. Itâs just an explanation of my motivation. I know it was wrong of me to bring him back here on the day I found you. Iâm so sorry.â
It had been a long time since ****** had met someone with the level of integrity that ****** had just shown. âIâm sorry too, ******,â he replied in a low voice. âThis whole thing was such a shock. And I know thatâs not an excuse for my behavior. Itâs just an explanation.â
He smiled as he repeated ******âs words. The British manâs eyes lightened as a smile curved his lips. ****** caught a glimpse of brilliant white teeth as ******âs smile flashed out and he suddenly felt sucker punched, his gut twisting with emotion. The urge to reach out and touch ****** overwhelmed him, just like the manâs scent filled his senses, until all he could think about was asking him to repeat yesterdayâs kiss.
******âs eyes flickered. âYou realize that a lot of what you think and feel bleeds out to me now,â he murmured. âDespite your natural shielding.â
****** sucked in a breath. âIf you know what Iâm thinking then just do it, ******, âcause the gods know I canât yet,â he said in a shaky voice, feeling his heart begin to race.
****** took the three steps needed to bring their bodies within inches of each other. ****** began to shake a little with fear and anticipation. The first kiss had been a surprise and filled with anger on both sides. This would be their first real kiss. They both acknowledged that they were mates, and that they felt some emotion pulling at them along with a steadily growing attraction. Regardless of the previous kiss, ****** didnât know what to expect and when ******âs hand came up to wrap around the back of his neck, he stiffened a little at first. Then fire licked through his veins at the feel of ******âs warm palm on his bare skin. He shook harder.
âDonât be afraid, ******. Itâs just a kiss.â
******âs soft whisper accompanied the press of his thumb against the underside of ******âs jaw. Reflexively, he tilted his chin up and ******âs mouth came down on his. Lust swept through his body as ****** expertly parted his lips. ****** gasped a little opening his mouth wider as ******âs tongue glided easily against his own, the wet heat sending lightning bolts of desire shooting through him. This time when ******âs hips brushed his, he didnât move, letting the man press his growing erection against him. His own cock started to respond, twitching inside his shorts.
Just as ****** was about to let go and kiss ****** back, the British man broke off the kiss on a long shuddering sigh. âI think we need to go downstairs before I forget that youâve never been with a man before, ******,â he said in a shaken voice.
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