Hello fellow book lovers! Today I’m happy to have author Chicki Brown stop by and share with us an excerpt from her latest release, Ain’t Too Proud to Beg. I’ve already started to read the book, and I can’t wait to finish. Its very captivating and well-written. Check out the blurb and excerpt below. Happy reading!
AIN’T TOO PROUD TO BEG is the story of a woman who has been hurt by love and a man who has never really experienced it.
Vaughn Breland, a gorgeous, fast living, wisecracking actor with the extreme sex life has sworn to remain eternally single. He never expects his life to take the turnaround it does when he leaves Los Angeles for a meeting in Colorado.
“Your daughter is beautiful,” he said, taking me off guard. I hadn’t expected anything nice to come out of his mouth.
“Thank you. Now let’s try some ankle circles starting with the opposite leg. Move your foot and ankle in a circle as large as possible and comfortable without pain.”
He followed my instruction and continued. “Did you ever consider getting her into modeling? There’s great money in it.”
“You’re not the first to suggest the idea, but I don’t want that kind of life for her. She needs to remain a child for as long as she possibly can. So many child stars started out as models and naturally wanted to branch out into acting. When I hear those stories about how most of them ended up, it breaks my heart. I could never allow those kinds of things to happen to Zahra.”
He studied my face, and his voice softened. “You must love her a lot.”
“She’s my world.” Brad’s call came galloping back into my mind. “And I’ll protect her with my life.”
Vaughn abruptly stopped his exercise. “You say that as if someone’s after her.”
I placed my palm against the sole of his foot and urged him to continue the movement. “Do you have any children?”
“Me? No, no, no. I’m too much of a kid myself. My life is all about having fun. Maybe when I’m finished having fun, I’ll settle down.”
Considering how the media constantly reported stories about Vaughn spreading himself around, it was hard for me to imagine him being childless, especially with so many money-hungry girls out here looking to get paid. He must be extremely careful. Or perhaps he’d had a vasectomy. No need to speculate on that kind of thing. “Okay, Vaughn. One more exercise, and we’ll call it quits for the day. I’m going to sit and rest your leg over my knees then I want you to contract your thigh muscles and hold for a count of ten and relax.”
He did as I asked and continued his information expedition. “You said you’re a single mother. Where’s her daddy, if you don’t mind me asking?”
Edna looked up from her magazine and frowned.
“You certainly ask a lot of questions, but since it’s a matter of public knowledge, I’ll tell you. He’s not involved in her life. Never has been.” He finished the first set of repetitions. “Good. Do another ten on the same leg. Since we’re playing twenty questions, is everything I’ve read about you true?”
“Depends on what you’ve read.” A devilish look came into his eyes.
“That you party hard and don’t stay in relationships for more than five minutes.”
Vaughn grimaced and focused on tightening his leg muscles. “That’s true. I believe in working hard and playing even harder. As far as the relationships go, five minutes is long enough for me. I get bored easily. There’s nothing wrong with a little variety in life, is there?”
“Let me help you switch legs, and you can do the same.” I eased his leg from my lap and reached for the other one.
“How long were you married?” He looked down at his leg rather than at me.
“Never. Why are you asking me all of these personal questions?”
“As I told you at the hospital, I like to know the people I work with.”
“The last thing I heard, you and Reese Diaz were an item. Has she been out here to visit you since the accident?”
“We weren’t that much of an item. Her five minutes were up.”
“Oh. That’s too bad. You two made a cute couple.”
The snort he made told me just how serious he was about her. “Reese is all about getting ahead in Hollywood. Now that I’m off the project, I won’t be hearing from her anymore.”
Judging by his derisive tone, it was time to end this discussion. “I think we’ve done enough for today. We have to wait for the tub to drain before I can open the door.” I set the controls and returned to be bench. “If your muscles are sore tomorrow, you can use an ice pack and take some ibuprofen.”
“You’re joking,” he said with an exaggerated eye roll.
“No, I’m not. It’s been seven weeks since you’ve worked those muscles, and you’ve been through surgery. If you want to do something on our off days, work on your glutes. Simply contracting and squeezing the muscles for ten seconds helps a lot. Do fifteen or twenty reps, and it’s easier if you’re lying on your back or your stomach.”
“So you’ve been checking out my ass?” He asked with a sly grin.
Another grunt and fiercer frown from Edna.
I gritted my teeth and answered in my most serious tone. “No. Vaughn. Anyone who’s been lying in bed for as long as you have needs to work on all muscle groups, particularly those they couldn’t use. If you merely practice what we’ve done today on your own time, you’ll see much faster improvement.” The water had receded now and swirled around my ankles. “It’s time for me to go now. I have some business to take care of. Edna, will you help him get dried off and changed?”
“Of course.” The way she shook her head said she understood why I wanted to get out of there. She stood and approached the tub with two towels over her arm. “I’ll take it from here.”
Edna opened the door, and I escaped as fast as possible without looking crazy. “See you on Friday, Vaughn. If you have any problems, call me.” I grabbed a towel from the stack on a shelf, snatched up my clothes and duffel bag, went into the bathroom, and shut the door. Inside the small Swedish spa-style bath, I leaned against the teak wall, took a deep breath, and inhaled the scent of at least ten lavender aromatherapy candles surrounding the tub. Wasn’t that supposed to be a calming fragrance? It did nothing to relieve my escalated pulse. I hated myself for allowing this mind-numbingly handsome yet narcissistic man to get to me. Every time he smiled, those dimples wreaked havoc with my nervous system, which was already off balance from Brad’s call.
Thanks for sharing with us, Chicki!
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