More Than Comics (Chasing The Dream #2)
They're friends online - but can they be more in real life?
Writer Tara McFadden has been friends with artist and drummer Hector Fernandez for years, long before his band became famous on reality TV – yet they’ve never met in person. They finally have a chance to connect offline when they’re both sent to Comic-Con to promote the graphic novel they collaborated on.
Hector's secretly been in love with Tara for as long as he can remember, and once they meet, she sees him in a new light. All the years of longing lead to an incredible night of passion after one of his concerts, but neither is sure if their online relationship can translate into a real life romance – or if this will ruin their friendship forever.
Over four crazy days at Comic-Con, Hector and Tara must decide if they want a future together. But when their story seems to be over, it’s up to Hector’s entire band to make sure he and Tara get their happy ending.
Writer Tara McFadden has been friends with artist and drummer Hector Fernandez for years, long before his band became famous on reality TV – yet they’ve never met in person. They finally have a chance to connect offline when they’re both sent to Comic-Con to promote the graphic novel they collaborated on.
Hector's secretly been in love with Tara for as long as he can remember, and once they meet, she sees him in a new light. All the years of longing lead to an incredible night of passion after one of his concerts, but neither is sure if their online relationship can translate into a real life romance – or if this will ruin their friendship forever.
Over four crazy days at Comic-Con, Hector and Tara must decide if they want a future together. But when their story seems to be over, it’s up to Hector’s entire band to make sure he and Tara get their happy ending.
Excerpt 2 (Hector):
I stopped to examine my work.
For the first time I felt like I was able to capture her, the real her, now that I’d finally met her
in person.
“Are you done?” Tara asked,
trying to sneak a peek.
“Mostly.” I could tweak the
thing forever, but it was good enough to show her. Still, I hesitated, taking a
moment to add a little more shading to her hair. She’d seen hundreds of my
sketches before, along with that other drawing of her, but this one felt more
important than anything else I’d done.
“Can I see?” She inched
closer to me, her hip nudging against my side.
I relented, unable to deny
her anything when she was this close. She gasped as soon as she saw the
drawing. “Hector, this…this is beautiful.”
“You like it?”
“I love it. I want to hug it to my chest, that’s how much I love it,
but I’m worried I’ll smear it.” She smiled down at my drawing before setting it
beside her on the couch. “I’ll just hug you instead.”
Then she was in my arms
again, soft, warm, and curvy, and I wrapped myself tight around her. This time
neither of us pulled away. Instead, she smoothed her hands along my chest and
looked up at me, her rose-colored lips parting. As I stared at her mouth I was
tempted to do the thing I’d dreamed about for so long.
I’d never seen a more
beautiful girl than her. Never wanted a girl more. Other women had been easy to
resist.
But not her.
She was my weakness.
When she didn’t move back,
even after the reasonable time had passed for a friendly hug, courage flared in
me. I bowed my head and brushed my lips across hers, the softest, lightest
touch in case she didn’t want this kiss. I expected her to pull away, to ask,
“What are you doing?”
But she didn’t.
She let out a quiet sigh,
barely audible against my mouth, and closed her eyes like she was waiting for
more. I took that as my cue and gave her another kiss, a real kiss this time. I
was still hesitant, half-convinced she would stop me at any moment. This was
crossing the line beyond friendship. I wasn’t sure I should be doing it, but I
couldn’t help myself either. I’d dreamed of kissing Tara for years and now it
was finally happening.
And impossibly, amazingly,
she kissed me back.
I’d kissed girls before, but
it had never been like this. Kissing Tara was like being kissed for the first
time. Her lips were so sweet I wanted to taste her all night. I eased her mouth
open softly, sliding my tongue inside, still waiting for her to stop me. I did
everything slowly, giving her the opportunity to end it. But she didn’t.
I kissed her deeper. Harder.
Demanding more from her.
And she let me.
Then she kissed me, shifting so she was on her knees on
the couch and leaning against my chest, almost in my lap. She clutched my face
and I drew her in closer, gripping her waist, her breasts rubbing against me
through our clothes. My hands dipped down to cup her ass, to slide along her
curves for the first time.
I’d suffered through years of
lusting after her and now I finally had her in my arms. I couldn’t stop myself.
I wanted, needed to touch her
everywhere. I had to explore her and see if she lived up to the fantasy in my
head. Except after that kiss I knew she would be even better than anything I’d
imagined.
When we finally broke apart
she whispered my name and it had never sounded so good. “Are you sure those
drawings mean nothing?” she asked.
I tensed up, completely
caught off guard. “What?”
“I…forget it.” She shook her
head, pulling back. “God, what are we even doing?”
I drew in a ragged breath.
“Do you want to stop?”
“Maybe…maybe we should.”
It was hard to stop touching
her, so fucking hard, but I lifted my hands off her. “Whatever you want.”
She slowly climbed off the
couch and yanked down her shirt, which had ridden up to show off her smooth,
pale stomach. She looked dazed, like she wasn’t sure what to do. “I…I should
go. Before this goes any further.”
I stood, but didn’t say
anything. I wasn’t sure how to convince her to stay. Wasn’t even sure I wanted
her to stay.
No, that was a lie, as
evidenced by my raging hard-on. I was dying for her to stay.
She walked to the door, but
once there she paused and turned around. I took a step closer, unable to resist
her magnetic pull. She stared at me and I was hypnotized by the way her breasts
rose and fell with each of her quickened breaths. I moved even closer, until I
was only an inch in front of her. Still, she didn’t leave. It was almost like
she wanted me to stop her.
Did she?
“The drawings do mean
something,” I confessed.
Her eyes widened. “What do
they mean?”
I reached up to cup her face
with my hands. My fingers were too big and unwieldy, too rough for her perfect,
soft skin, yet I wanted to touch her everywhere.
“That I’ve been dying to kiss
you for years.”
I captured her mouth with
mine again, showing her exactly how much the drawings meant.
And she kissed me back even harder.
Elizabeth Briggs is a full-time geek who writes books for teens and adults. She plays the guitar, mentors at-risk teens, and volunteers with a dog rescue group. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and a pack of small, fluffy dogs.
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