Wednesday, 12 December 2012

Game On Christmas - Part 1

Good morning!

So ... I mentioned I have the Game On Christmas story up on a separate tab at the top of the blog, but the problem is ... nobody is seeing it! So, to that end, I am going to be posting the story right here with the other posts because it's a shame to let it go to waste!

Please note - there are spoilers in some of the posts so if you haven't read Game On, I won't be offended if you skip over them! I'll be putting up two chapters each time I post because time is getting kind of short. :S 

This story focuses on Bree Collinson's 21st Birthday party, which just happens to be right before Christmas! You'll see glimpses inside many of your Game On favourites' heads, and each post will give some small hint about what might be to come in the rest of the series! I would love to hear your theories, so please let me know in the comments!

SPOILERS AHEAD! 

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Bree

“Jude,” I begged, bouncing up and down on the balls of my feet while he straightened his tie in the mirror. “Please can I have them? Pretty please?”
His reflection smiled at me. “No.”
“But … it’s my party, and I picked out my outfit especially to match and-”
“And it’s not your birthday until tomorrow,” Jude finished, turning to face me. “No early gifts. Not even on your twenty-first.”
I fluttered my mascara-ed eyelashes at my husband, waiting for him to give in. He had to give in, this was going to be the most awesome night of my life and he couldn’t let me go out looking anything other than perfect.
Well, it would probably be the most awesome night aside from my wedding night. Nothing could ever be better than that.
Ahh, the champagne, the strawberries, the romance. I wished I could have a wedding day every week. I’d marry Jude every time, of course. But maybe I’d have different dresses, or different bridesmaids. Leah and Freya would definitely get to do that job at least once, probably more.
Ooh, Leah’s coming to my party!
It really hadn’t been that long since I last saw her, but it felt like forever, and I was so excited that she –
“Bree!”
“Huh?”
Jude laughed, shaking his head.
Is it my fault if my thoughts get the best of me sometimes?
He nodded towards the wrapped box that had appeared on the bed while I’d zoned out, and I squealed.
“Really?” I asked, wide-eyed. “I can open it now?”                  
“Sure you can. Happy Birthday, baby.”
I flung my arms around him, and squeezed him tightly. As I looked up at him, my heart fluttered with happiness. He looked all kinds of sexy in his black dress pants, white shirt and black tie. Actually, he looked sexy no matter what he wore, but there’s something special about guys in formal outfits. And he was all mine.
“I love you,” I told him, before letting him go and ripping into the pink foil wrapping paper. I was pretty sure he said he loved me too, but my heart was pounding in my ears because I was about to get my hands on the best gift ever.
I lifted the lid of the box, and a million sparkles hit my eyes.
“Wow.”
I was almost too afraid to touch them.
Black shoes. Six inch heels covered with tiny, glistening diamonds.
I’d spotted them months ago, one afternoon when I’d dragged Jude to Rodeo Drive. I think I had a tiny orgasm just from the sight of them. In spite of the gigantic price tag Jude promised he’d buy them for my birthday.
And now they were right in front of me.
Carefully, I lifted one out, and turned it around in my hands.
“Thank you,” I whispered. “They’re beautiful.”
“Are you going to put them on, or just play with them?” Jude teased, and I laughed.
“A girl needs time to absorb the beauty,” I told him. “Wow, I can’t believe these belong to me.”
“I can’t believe you belong to me.”
I tore my eyes away from my shoes, and the fondness in his eyes gave me a little shiver.
Yup. This was totally going to be the best night ever. 

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Radleigh

“Leah, relax.”
Her hand shook in mine as we climbed out of the cab and walked towards the club for Bree’s party. She hadn’t been as nervous while she was getting ready – maybe because I distracted her with a quickie before we left my house – but arriving had turned her into a complete mess. It sucked because I knew how much she’d been looking forward to this night.
 “I’m trying,” she said. “But this is the first time I’ve seen everyone since I left and … what if they all still hate me?”
“Nobody hates you. When the team came to the U.K, they were happy to see you.”
“But most of them were my actual friends. Tonight, everyone on the team will be here, and I don’t know how they’ll react to seeing us together.”
I turned her to face me, placing my hands on her bare shoulders and gently massaged them until l felt her start to melt beneath my fingers.
God, she looked beautiful.
Her dress somehow managed to be modest and sexy as hell at the same time, and she always looked gorgeous in blue.
I was so close to suggesting we forget the party and head back to my place, but that wasn’t what she needed.
Well …
 “Everyone knows we’re together,” I told her. “And they’re going to see us together at some point anyway, so we may as well get it over with now. You know, while everyone’s drunk and high on Christmas spirit.”
“Can I get drunk?” Leah asked, her blue eyes widening hopefully. “I’ll let you take advantage of me later.”
I let out a small groan, drawing her in closer to me. “Why do you always say stuff like that when we’re in public and I can’t do anything about it?”
“Because,” she laughed, taking hold of my tie and pulling me down to kiss me, “I know it drives you crazy.”
And I knew that dirty talk took her mind off the nerves, but I wasn’t complaining. It was one of the reasons I loved her so much.
“Come on,” I said, taking her hand again. “Let’s do this.”
With a look of slightly fake confidence on her face, she nodded and we headed into the club.
My eyes were immediately assaulted by an attack of pink. It looked like Barbie’s playhouse. Everything from the balloons, to the Christmas decorations, to the lights was a sickening shade of pink. Even the damn glasses seemed to be tinted to match.
And was that a karaoke machine on the edge of the dance floor?
“Wow,” Leah laughed. “This is very … Bree.”
“It sure is.”
Jude must have spent a small fortune on the party. Hiring out one of the best clubs in L.A, then having it decorated in his wife’s favourite colour was kind of extravagant, but he’d always been that way with her. When they first met, the guys on the team were worried she was a gold digger, but after meeting her, it was pretty clear she didn’t have it in her to be so devious.
But this party was a new level of generous, even for Jude.
A loud squeal, easily heard above the volume of the music, signalled Bree’s approach and she pounced on Leah and squeezed her tightly. The two of them together looked like every teenage boy’s wet dream, and I smirked at the thought.
I zoned out as the girl talk began – Leah said something about Bree’s shoes – and instead, looked around the room.
Being back amongst my team mates felt good.
But it felt even better to be there with Leah.
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I'll be back on Friday with the winners of all the Blindsided Blog Tour contests and Game On Christmas posts from Jesse Shaw, and another from Bree!

 



18 comments:

  1. I like the different POVs! Your characters are so good and I really like your voice. I'm glad you had a successful blog tour, Kyra!

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  2. That was so much fun! Bree has such spunk and Radleigh, ah, what a delicious bad boy. I like getting a peek into their heads.

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    1. Thanks, Christine! Bree is one of my favourites!

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  3. I will have to read this when I've read GAME ON! ;)

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  4. Game on Indeed! What will be in Part Two? Can't wait.

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  5. Enjoyed the different POV's sounds like a lot of party fun in store!

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    1. Oh yes! These guys know how to have fun!

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  6. Just letting you know I didn't want to cheat!

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  7. Nice to see things are going well for Radleigh and Leah!

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  8. Can't wait for Part 2!

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