Title: Electrify Me
Author: Bibi Rizer
Series: Fireworks #1
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 24, 2014
Summary:All Gloria Falcon wants is to have a nice New Year’s Eve with a nice man. Is that so much to ask? But after seven disastrous New Years in a row, this year she’s trying something different. Committed to spending her New Year’s Eve manning the phones at a suicide crisis phone line, Gloria is sure the karma she earns will break her New Year’s curse. But when a blackout cancels her night of philanthropy, rather than spend the night moping in the dark, she goes on a ride along with the cute linesman who failed to fix the power.
Charlie Zhang is not much of a New Year believer either. He’s coasting through life after being discharged from the army and trying not to let his cynicism of pretty much everything define him. When Gloria Falcon climbs into Charlie’s life, and his repair truck, neither of them expect this to be the New Year’s Eve that changes their minds, and their fate, forever.
We look at each other and I know I have a stupid smile on my face. I’m sure it’s one of those smiles that says: “if you so much as compliment my handwriting I will suck your cock until you beg for mercy” but I don’t care. Charlie just smiles back at me.
And smiles back.
And smiles back.
My friend Amy told me about this mythical creature once: the “wants-you-to-make-the-first-move guy”. She says they’re mostly to be found in Canada, but occasionally you might encounter one south of the border. Amy says if you meet one you might assume you should approach it quietly, gently, like you might try to hand feed a wild deer, but in fact the opposite is true. Apparently you need to be aggressive with them. You need to take control of the situation and not give them a chance to ruin things with their manners and courtesy. Amy says when it comes to men, manners and courtesy are only a short taxi ride away from apathy. And nothing kills a night of hot sex faster than male apathy. It’s like anti-viagra.
I can’t quite believe it, but I think I have found myself a honest to goodness wants-you-to-make-the-first-move guy.
“Are you Canadian?” I ask. I just need to confirm he’s the genuine creature.
“My mother is. How did you know?”
I don’t answer. I grab him by the front of his blue work shirt and pull him forward into a kiss.
For a courteous guy, he kisses like a god. After only a second’s shocked hesitation, he wraps his hands around my back and pulls me across the center console until I’m practically in his lap, the gear shift jamming into my hip. He slides one hand into my hair and one, oddly, down my leg to rest on the top of my boot. His thumb does little maddening circles over my tights. Our tongues touch – he’s a little tentative at first, but after a second he’s holding my head so tightly, pressing our mouths together so firmly that I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to.
And I don’t want to.
He tastes like strawberry smoothie and it’s a revelation. I realize that I’ve never kissed a guy who didn’t taste like liquor or smoke. Often both. Kissing Charlie feels healthy. Nutritious even. As though I’m getting vitamins and minerals and will wake up with thicker shinier hair and skin that’s 25% more luminous.
He slides the boot hand up around my ass and moves me again, but this time the steering wheel crams into my back. I make a strangled noise.
“What?” he says.
“Steering wheel. Spine. Pain.” I manage.
Charlie feels around the side of the seat for a second. There’s a loud click and the backrest falls so quickly that we’re both practically catapulted into the back seat.
“Sorry,” he says, helping me clamber into the back beside him. We kiss some more, as somewhere, from one of the boats, the music from Frozenis playing. I pull back an inch and look into his dark brown eyes.
“Do you have a condom?” I say.
Safety Girl. That’s me
I work as a designer for indie authors, many of whom are writing romance. By working with them I got interested in reading some of their stuff and I realized I’d like to try writing it. I’ve been writing YA for years so it was a fun change to have my characters grow up a bit and be able to explore sexier stories
2. When writing a book, what is your favorite part of the creative process(outline, plot, character names, editing, etc)?
I love the writing. I often don’t plot much so I discover the story as I go. Sometimes I’m as surprised as my characters by things that happen in my books. I also love re-reading my work. I proofread and edit as I go but sometimes I just like to read something I’ve written. I don’t know why I enjoy that so much, but I do.
3. When reading a book, what genre do you find most interesting/intriguing?
It varies. I go through phases. Right now I’m in a non-fiction phase. But I still do read a lot of romance and erotica and I like that. I’m very curious to try writing something paranormal suspense-ish so I might read a few like that.
4. If you could co-author with any author, past or present, who would you choose?
I suppose someone super successful! J.K. Rowling maybe. It might be quite fun to write a sexy magical romance with her. But I also think being part of the duo that call themselves Christina Lauren would be hilarious because their books are so vulgar and sexy and funny.
5. Have you always wanted to write or did it come to you "later in life"?
I started writing “books” before I even know how to read. I remember my mother stapling bits of paper together so I could write in little books. I’ve been writing professionally for nearly twenty years in film, TV and YA. I’m new to romance, but old to writing!
Bibi Rizer is a mom, blogger, teacher and writer living in the Pacific Northwest. While she’s been writing professionally for many years, romance and erotica are relatively new pursuits.
Bibi likes writing about strong kinky women and brave willing men living in realistic and imperfect worlds.
In her spare time Bibi sings Karaoke and hangs around on film sets with child actors. Having the firm belief that no one can be too weird or too funny, she happily admits that most of her favorite people and characters are both.
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