Seriously, this was MY list. Maybe Suzan and I were separated at birth?
Five careers I wanted as a kid
Strangely enough, I did not want to be a writer when I was a kid. I’ve wanted to do everything at one point in time or another, but writing as a career wasn’t ever something I thought people did. Sure, I saw the books hit the shelves, but back in the pre-internet days, no one ever saw authors, not unless they were huge, like Stephen King or Nora Roberts. They were unicorns, mythical creatures that no one ever saw or heard. The magic they produced just appeared on the shelves come release day.
So, I never thought about writing being a real career move. But I did try for some of these other careers:
Yeah, Writer wasn’t a real job, but Princess definitely was. Don’t expect logic from me. I don’t know who my Prince would have been (in all honesty, there never was a Prince in my dreams), but I definitely had strong aspirations of being taken away from my family to a castle far, far away to learn the ways of being a Princess.
2) President of the United States (POTUS)
I don’t know how many interviews I gave myself about being the first female President of the United States. When I was a kid, I was interviewed by NBC, ABC, CBS, the New York Times, all the networks and newspapers out there. There was no First Husband, and I was the first POTUS to do that too. I was downright awesome.
Despite the fact that I never could get the hang of the guitar, and I have incredible stage fright, I still thought that I could make it big as a Rockstar. I had plans to make it in music, and then do that crossover thing where I started doing blockbuster movies.
As soon as I learned what this job REALLY entailed, I pretty much gave up on it. But, before that, I had visions of me wearing a hat and carrying a whip that I used to swing from thousand year old columns that could collapse on me at any moment, and I would defeat grave robbers and Nazis and there would be a lot of running.
Sometimes, this one still comes to haunt me. I think my vision of being a spy was a lot more like the James Bonds or the Charlie’s Angels than it was actual reality. I had fancy dresses and dinner parties, and crazy gun fights in my head, whereas the reality of what a spy does is so much more and not at all wine and fine dining.
I had a lot of dreams where I had these big careers, where everyone would know who I was. I don’t know what that says about Kid Me that being a princess, or a rockstar, or Indiana Jones or James Bond was something I wanted to do. These days, I’m pretty happy with my military career, and writing my books in the quiet of my house. But every once in a while, I wonder what it would be like if the United States Government suddenly sent me on an assignment to another country to uncover a secret list buried in a tomb. Maybe this is why I write about heroes that are larger than life. Because maybe in some way, I’m living out all these careers I never had a chance to have.
Suzan Butler writes adult contemporary romance and has a penchant for Dr. Pepper, ice hockey, and world domination. She lives in Texas under a not-so-secret identity with two monsters, writing naughty books and planning the next step in her evil plans into the twilight hours of the night because that’s when it’s quiet in the house. She loves to hear from readers.
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About SCORING HIS HEART:
Zoe Logan has always believed that those she loves will always leave her. It’s why she fights so hard against anyone getting close, but when sexy defense Gavin Ferrara zeroes in on her, she finds herself falling hard and exploring the hidden parts of herself that he brings out in her.
Gavin’s always trusted that playing hockey is the most important thing to him. But when a strange encounter from months ago leads to more between him and the local bar owner’s daughter, he’s torn between what he wants and what’s best.
WARNING: This book contains a threesome hot enough to scorch the sheets, a dirty talking Russian, a bisexual Italian, the college virgin who brings both of them to their knees, and the best anatomy and physiology study session ever.
She looked up at him, feeling the need to break the awkwardness of this encounter, but she wasn’t sure how. “Gavin, I said some things the other night…”
“We both did.”
She stopped and met his eyes this time, something she’d been trying not to do. He had this power over her when she held his gaze. “I was dealing with some things at home, and I took them out on you.”
“We both overreacted. It happens.”
Was this Gavin being reasonable? She expected the hot-tempered Italian, not the easy-going man before her. “Yeah. I was dealing with my mom and—”
“It seems we both have some stressors in our lives,” Gavin whispered to her. His breath was warm on her face. All she had to do was tilt her head up, and they’d be touching. And man, she wanted it, but was too afraid to take it. “Eventually, though, we have to deal with them.”
“Oh, my God, just kiss and make up already!” Misha called from the living room. “It’s kinda sickening how stubborn you two are.”
Zoe’s face warmed even more. She’d forgotten about Misha.
Gavin grinned. “He’s got a point.” His warm hands came around her face, holding her jaw in his palms. He tilted her face up toward his, his nose barely touching hers. “I’ve wanted to do this for days.” His mouth came down on hers before she could say a word. Warmth and strength surrounded her, some from him, most just caused by him.
He coaxed her mouth open and slid his tongue inside, gently caressing hers, but not yielding control for a moment. She gripped the collar of his shirt like a lifeline as one of his hands gripped her neck, and the other slid from her face to her hip. He pressed them together at the hips and before she knew it, her back hit the wall behind her.
She grunted, but she didn’t let go of him. Her leg wrapped around his, pulling him closer as they kissed. She was losing herself in his arms, and she didn’t think she could dig herself back out. Not that she wanted to ever let go. But when they separated for air, it didn’t help Zoe. She was still breathless.
Clapping behind Gavin surprised her. She dropped her leg with a sharp, audible intake of breath. Misha stood behind him, slow clapping with a big grin on his face. Meanwhile, Gavin’s erection pressed against her pelvis, straining against his jeans. His big body held her while his head dropped to her shoulder, not moving away from her.
“You’re such an asshole, Misha,” Gavin said against her collarbone.
“You guys put a hell of a show on,” Misha said, his Russian drawl thick with interest. “Don’t stop on my account. It’s hot.” Zoe’s eyes drifted from Misha’s broad shoulders, down to his narrow waist. Gavin chuckled against her shoulder, the vibrations of his laugh echoing through her body.
“You find this funny?” Zoe whispered in his ear.
He lifted his head and met her eyes. “A little bit.” His hands wandered over her body, one cupping her breasts, and lightly kneading the soft flesh.
She hissed. “Stop.”
“Do you really want me to stop?”
No. “Yes,” she said, but even she could hear the doubt in that word, and by the sound of his chuckle, so did he.
On Sale in Print and Digital: March 17, 2015
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