Thank you, Sommer, for having me here on your blog today. Seriously, I’m in awe. I’ve been reading your work for more than two years (and loving it!), so to have an opportunity to be in your neighbourhood is simply amazing to me.
I’d also like to send a quick shout out to a couple of other people: my cover artist, Willsin, and his co-author Katie (who is also my book formatter - no way I can get my brain around that sort of fiddly stuff, lol!), who have kind of plugged me into “the circuit” and given me some real pointers. They’re the ones who paved the way to get me here today!
Well firstly, here’s a little bit about me, courtesy of my official biography.
Abi Aiken is a youngish latte-swilling movie-lover with fewer secrets than you might think. As an only child, she found the best way to have conversations (and win arguments) was to play all the parts herself. So she wrote her first story at the age of 12 and it felt so much like coming home that she never left. She believes most of her problems can be solved by Midori and lemonade.
But here’s a little more about me. I crush sooo easily. Not on just anyone, but I crush across genders and ages and races and religions. I’m a sucker for a square-jawed older man, but can just as easily be swept away by the dimples in a young woman’s back (which is one reason why I looooooove my new cover - when Willsin showed me that image I got totally lost in that girl’s skin!). I once broke up with a guy because I was crushing on his sister (not that I told either of them that!). And I have such a weakness for eyes, whether they be cold, grey and powerful, or warm, brown and soft...or anything in between!
I don’t act on all my crushes of course, but I think it’s that part of my personality that led me to the idea for my first story, “His Go-To Girl”. I’ve fallen stupidly in love with housemates far too many times in my relatively short life, which is a big part of why I’m currently living alone!
And with that convenient little segue, I’d love to give you all a little preview of my book!
“His Go-To Girl”
Channary Kee has been best friends with Daniel Garrett since the fourth grade. Now sharing a house, that friendship has grown into a beautiful romantic love.
For one of them.
Even with her genius level IQ, Channary can’t find a way to tell her housemate how she feels. And when a new love interest steals Daniel’s attention away, it seems all is lost.
Can Channary win back Daniel’s attention and turn it into love? Or will her efforts shatter their long friendship, leaving her with nothing?
With my back to him, I held my breath and closed my eyes. I felt the heat of his body all over me as he stepped up close and swept my hair into his hand. A moment later I felt soft bristles gushing through my voluminous black mane.
“Daniel, what’re you doing?”
Oh hell, it felt good. The man of my dreams running a brush – and his fingers – through my hair. It was so unexpected and disarmingly intimate. His voice rumbling so close to my ear played havoc with my knees.
“I noticed you were struggling with that old brush. Hair like yours deserves special treatment.”
Not for the first time I was utterly confused. What kind of straight man gives great hair without wanting great head in return? Or notices a girl struggling with anything other than her underwear?
He stopped brushing and moved in front of me. “So I got you this.”
“Oh, Daniel. Is that silver?”
“Silver plated. And the bristles are boar-hair. That’s supposed to be good, right?”
“How did you afford it?”
“Sold your kidneys.”
“Oh. That’s why you didn’t get me the beer.”
His laughter was like music to me.
“I surrender. But one day, brain-strain, mark my words: I will have all the answers and you will be speechless!”
I cradled the brush like it was a kitten. Receiving a gift from Daniel would be reason enough for me to be tingling inside. But a gift with such thought behind it was almost heavenly.
“So we’re good now? Peace is restored?”
I couldn’t help myself. I swept him into a hug that doubtless meant a whole lot more to me than it did to him. He returned it strongly, though, so I just took whatever I could get. With my ear to his chest I could hear his heartbeat, and it suited me to think it was pounding with desire.