11 Days until Primal Male

Primal Male is the sequel to Sexy Devil. It’s Drake’s story, and it hits stores in 11 days! And not only will it be in stores, but available online as an eBook. (Kindle from Amazon, as well as other formats at places like Fictionwise and Diesel.com)

Anyway, I thought I’d share with you a sample of how I layer /tweak a scene. I can;t really describe it, I’m not good at that sort of instruction. However, here is the scene as I wrote it the first time…and then after you read it here, you can go read the final version on the PRIMAL MALE bookpage.

This scene is the first time Drake and Melissa meet.

Melissa wasn’t sure what to think when the stranger walked into her bookstore later that morning. In fact, when she looked up at him, her mind went completely blank as her hormones kicked into high gear.
He was big. Not just tall, but big, and built.
At five foot five inches she was no shrinking violet, but he had to be at least a foot taller than her. And when he unzipped his Gore-Tex jacket, saliva pooled in her mouth at the true breadth of the mans shoulders. She wanted to curl up at his side, under his arm, and run her hands over the muscled chest and flat abs. Her gaze traveled down, over said stomach and below the belt. Black cargo style pants that were a bit loose, but fitted enough for her see he was probably built there as well.
She raised her gaze again and found him watching her check him out. Intense blue eyes met hers and she reminded herself that he could be- he was dangerous. Intellectually she knew it, even if her first instinct wasn’t to run.
Book-marm she might be, shy she was not. And she knew one way to get answers was to ask questions — in the right way.
“Well, hel-lo,” she said, keeping her voice light and her smile warm. “You’re new in town.”
“Just visiting.”
The deep rumble of his voice sent a frission of delight down her spine, and Mel bit the inside of her cheek. Stay on track, she chided herself. “Winters tend to isolate us up here in the mountains. We don’t get many visitors this time of year.”
“I like isolation.”
She tilted her head, eyes narrowing on him. “You don’t talk much, do you?”
One corner of his mouth lifted in a half smile. “Words are often over rated.”
Ain’t that the truth. As nice as his voice was, it was the heat in his gaze that set her heart to pounding and her pussy to throbbing.
“That’s the wrong thing to say if you’re trying to get on the good side of a bookstore owner.”
He couldn’t resist. “Who said I was trying to get on your good side?”
“You should be.” She flashed him a sultry smile before tossing her next words over her shoulder as she stepped behind the sales counter. “My good side is a lot of fun.”
Oh, I bet it is, Drake thought to himself. He was still trying to cool down his system from the going over she’d given him when he walked in. Her gaze had traveled down and up his body, taking her time as she’d inspected him in a way that had made his blood hot and his mind slow.
Once behind the counter she turned and quirked an eyebrow at him. “What can I do for you?”
Lust ripped through him at her offer. And it was an offer, the spark in her eye and the hard points of her nipples poking against her shirt made it clear that she was feeling the pull between them as well. If he let down his shields now her arousal would fill his senses and he be bending her over that sales counter within seconds.
Licking his lips he kept his psychic shields in place and shook his head once. “I’m just going to browse if that’s all right?”
“Sure,” she said. “If you need anything, just let me know.”
Fighting his baser instincts, he moved toward the local interest section of the bookstore.

Now take a look at the final version.