About
Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked back yet.When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her iPod and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.
Both books have newly written material that have moved them from YA to mature YA/NA.
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Going Under
Jesse Boone is a self-proclaimed bad boy and doesn’t march to the beat of anyone’s drum but his own. Growing up in less than desirable circumstances has made him no stranger to the hard knock life but his determination to leave it behind is fervent. He sees an opportunity to snag a college football scholarship when he’s transferred to East Franklin High School but Forbes Henderson has other plans. The player Jesse intends to replace doesn’t plan on giving up his spot as starting quarterback so a rivalry is born. Jesse is determined to show his nemesis that he’s not only going to take his position as first string quarterback, he’s going to take his girl, too.
Claire Deveraux is perfection at its best. She’s beautiful, intelligent, and unaware she just became Jesse Boone’s conquest to settle a score with her boyfriend. Like her flawless performance as the perfect daughter and student, Claire’s production of being the perfect girlfriend has everyone fooled, except Jesse Boone. She fears this tattooed bad boy will see her secret desire to explore his crude threats and promises of rocking her perfect world. If she decides to give in to one uninhibited moment with Jesse, will she learn too late that it was all an act of vengeance or will Jesse learn that the taste of first love is sweeter than that of revenge
Going Under Teaser #1
I’ve stolen glances at him during cheerleading practice over the last two weeks when I was certain Forbes wasn’t watching me. I’ve never clearly seen his face, not even the day Forbes talked shit to him about this truck, so he’s been a mystery in my mind.
His helmet and face mask no longer obstruct my view and I now see the proof that he is so much more handsome than I originally guessed. His hair is darker than I thought and spiky on top. His pale blue stare is piercing, his eyes breathtaking, and I have to force myself to not become lost in them.
“Pardon me, princess. I didn’t mean to block your way.” His voice is velvety smooth, but I don’t mistake its coolness. It clearly conveys the contempt he feels for me and that immediately raises my hellcat flag. This guy does not know me and therefore has nothing to base his aversion on.
He’s judging me––and making assumptions––just like everyone else in my life.
I’m immediately angry with him for making presumptions about who I am, but I’m far more furious with myself for finding him so captivating. I taste the bitter reaction on my tongue as it manifests in the form of a verbal insult. “Asshole.”
He laughs and places his hand over the left side of his chest. “I felt that like a blade straight to my heart.”
I’m pissed and the bastard is enjoying it.
I push past him. “Screw you. And my name is not ‘princess.’ It’s Claire. If you’re going to insult me, at least have the decency to get my name right.”
“I think I’ll stick with princess. It suits you better,” I hear him call behind me, laughing.
Going Under Teaser #2
He leans away so he can see my face. “I haven’t heard this song in a long time. What’s the name of it?”
“‘Kiss Me.’” I know it like the back of my hand. I’ve listened to it a million times.
“I thought you’d never ask.” He releases my hand and waist and places both palms on my face. He pulls me closer for our first kiss but doesn’t start at my lips. He teases me first, trailing his lips along my neck below my ear. My whole body tingles. I breathe deeply, lightheaded as he moves lower on my neck and then around to the other side.
When he finishes torturing me, he moves his mouth across my jaw toward my lips. Even his breathing has deepened.
But it’s my turn to torment him.
I tease him, pulling my mouth just out of reach each time he advances. He groans after several attempts and suddenly tugs me so close I can’t escape. And I don’t want to.
His mouth claims mine, and I allow him. He tastes minty, not a trace of smoke, and I’m surprised.
I smile against his lips when he stops. “You tricked me. You said you wouldn’t kiss me until I asked you to.”
“‘Kiss me.’ Those were your words. I was only doing what you told me since I know a princess can throw a fit when she doesn’t get her way.”
We’re still standing in the middle of the field so I walk backward, pulling him with me until we’re at his truck, my back pressed against the door. “Now I’m telling you to do it again.”
He kisses my forehead and each of my cheeks before finally getting to my mouth. He deepens our kiss and takes my breath away. My head spins as I wrap my arms around his shoulders and squeeze tightly. I yank his body hard against mine, crushing my breasts against his chest. I lift my chin, giving him full access to my neck.
The way he makes me feel is insane, like I would let him do anything he wants to me in this moment. I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.
“Claire, I need a minute.”
He steps away and runs his hands through his hair. He takes a deep breath and then blows it out slowly.
“Are you okay?”
He’s standing several feet away with his fingers laced over the top of his head, looking up at the night sky. “Yeah, but you may not be if we don’t stop now.”
His words spark an excitement in me because I understand his meaning. He wants me. Bad. And I realize I don’t want to be okay if it means he’s going to stop here.
Going Under Teaser #3
Somewhere between Point A and Point B, something has gone astray. Screwing Claire was the perfect vengeance against Forbes but spending time with her has changed everything. I didn’t plan on liking her so much—or at all—but I do. I wasn’t supposed to become emotionally involved but I have. I drive away from her tonight realizing my heart doesn’t care a thing about my original intentions.
She thinks I pulled away because I was on the verge of ravishing her. That much is true but it isn’t why I needed to distance myself. I want her in a different kind of way––one I’m not good enough for and requiring me to give more of myself than I’m willing to share.
She was freely giving herself to me tonight. I never expected that. I’m stoked about it––but spooked as well.
Once I’m home, I lie in bed recalling the taste of her skin and the breathless way she allowed me to kiss her. I wanted her more than air in my lungs and that’s a problem. It means I’ve lost sight of the prize. I no longer desire screwing her as a way to get to Forbes. I want her for myself.
I need to get a grip. To have a girl like Claire means allowing her to be a part of my life, and I’m not willing to go there. I can’t risk her knowing my past, or even my present. I can’t bear seeing my true self in her eyes.
Going Under Teaser # 4
Once we’re started on the assignment, I catch Jesse staring at me. Suddenly self-conscious, I run my palms down each of my cheeks. “What are you looking at? Do I have something on my face?”
“You do.” He reaches out, grazing the back of his fingers against my cheek. “You’ve got a little beautiful right there.”
The heat rises because I’m not used to such direct compliments. Forbes doesn’t do romantic. He’s too busy planning how he’ll get what he wants from me.
“You want to kiss me, don’t you?” God, do I ever.
He’s daring—and I love it—so I decide to return the boldness. “You have no idea how much.”
He isn’t going to back down. I see his determination but as I recall, he warned me about that. “I bet I have a pretty good idea since I probably want to kiss you just as much. Maybe more.”
We’re alone—most likely safe from being seen—but not guaranteed so it makes it so much more exciting. The thrill of being caught by someone makes my heart pump faster. I look into his pale blue eyes, willing him to lean forward and take the kiss I’m prepared to give him.
“I’ll do it,” he threatens.
“Then stop talking about it.” I know the sure-fire way to seal the deal. “I dare you.”
Bingo. I see it in his eyes. He’s in full-on badass mode. “I warned you I don’t back down.”
“That’s what I’m counting on.”
I imagine him leaning forward to steal a quick kiss but he doesn’t. He takes my hand and leads me across the library. He looks in every direction before opening a door and pulling me into a storage room I didn’t know existed. He shuts the door behind us and locks it.
Oh God. What’s he going to do?
He places his hands around my waist and pulls me close, our faces almost touching. “Believe me yet?”
“No. I need more proof.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
He places sweet, soft kisses on my lips and my legs threaten to crumble beneath me. His mouth migrates to my neck and up to my ear where he sucks my lobe. I let him because I know the door is locked.
Going Under Teaser #5
He looks concerned when I don’t make a move toward the bed. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
I nod because I’m rendered speechless by the anticipation of sharing a bed with this beautiful man tonight.
I walk to my side of the bed and we turn back the linens, climbing in together. I roll onto my side to face him and prop my head in my hand. My bedside lamp gives off a dim glow but it’s enough to allow me a good look at him.
I examine his tattoo first. This is the first time I’ve had the opportunity to really look at it in its entirety. It extends much further into his shoulder and chest than I guessed. I trace its intricate detail with my fingertips.
He smiles as my fingers glide over his skin. “Why are you so fascinated by my ink? It’s just a tattoo.”
“I’m not fascinated. I just really like it—a lot. I love what it says about you.”
“What exactly does it say about me?” he asks.
I trace a black curve with my finger. “That you don’t care what anyone thinks. You’re living for you, not everyone else or what they want for you.”
“I think you’re reading more into it. I really got it so the ladies would think I’m hot.” He smirks.
I feel a pang of jealousy when I think of Jesse with another girl touching him this way. “Just how many girls have seen your whole tattoo?” I’m questioning him about girls seeing his tattoo, but what I’m really asking is an entirely different question.
“Don’t go there, Claire. You won’t like the answer.” This is his way of warning me I won’t be able to handle the truth. Maybe I can’t. The thought of him sleeping with another girl makes me sick.
Shallow
(Going Under #2)
by Georgia Cates
Nick Hawke wants his car fast and his girls faster. He blows through them quicker than his muscle car races down the drag strip in Collinsville and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He’s determined to avoid the devastation he has watched his father endure in the aftermath of his mother’s abandonment. He believes there is no room in his life or his heart for a relationship lasting more than one night. He seeks happiness in things that won’t let him down––fast cars, adrenaline highs, and one night stands. All of that changes when he unexpectedly runs into an old friend and is introduced to Payton Archer, the first girl he ever wanted for more than a night. There’s only one catch––she’s completely immune to him and his smooth talking ways.
Payton Archer is looking for love––the true, mad, deep kind. She’s given up on finding it, at least until she leaves for college because she’s certain that is where she’ll find the ideal guy to fit into her perfect world. Her summer plans include nothing more than three uneventful months of fun but it turns out to be anything but ordinary when Payton meets Nick Hawke, one of Jesse’s old Collinsville friends. She’s shocked by her immediate and intense attraction for “Hawke” because nothing about him is on her checklist for the perfect love. Sure, he’s hot and sexy but he comes from Collinsville and that is definitely not on her list of prerequisites. Everything about him makes Payton’s heart speed. He’s exciting and dangerous but his fast car and chance taking aren't what scares Payton the most. It’s the way Nick Hawke makes her feel every time he looks at her. Can Payton find the courage to leave the safe, shallow end of love and risk going under completely?
Shallow Teaser #1
I walk by doll face on the way and I can’t resist speaking to her so I can look into her honey eyes again. “I forgot to introduce myself earlier. I’m Nick Hawke but all of my friends call me Hawke.” She doesn’t say anything. “This is the part where you tell me your name.”
She doesn’t look at all happy with me. “Payton Archer.”
I repeat her name in my head. “Well, Payton Archer, it’s almost time for the race. How do you feel about a good-luck kiss?”
She grins. “I think a good-luck kiss is an excellent idea.”
Wow. That was easy, and unexpected––and then I figure out why. She goes over to my opponent and taps him on the shoulder. He turns around and she puts her arms up over his shoulders. She kisses him long and hard, causing the crowd to erupt into cheers and catcalls.
She finishes and turns back to me. “It was only fair for Dane to get a good-luck kiss since you got a good-luck hump on the hood of your car.”
This girl is unbelievable, like nothing I’ve ever come across.
I stand motionless, watching her strut to the roadside in her short skirt and jacked-up heels. One thing is certain: winning this race has nothing to do with the money anymore. I have to win so I can have my night with her.
Shallow Teaser #2
I push aside a lock of hair in her face. I’m thinking she can’t be more beautiful but then she smiles and proves me wrong.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” I blurt it without thinking.
Where did that come from? I’ve never told any girl anything like that before––not even to get what I wanted from her.
She doesn’t say a word as she returns my stare.
This is a night of firsts for me. I’ve told a girl she’s beautiful––and meant it. Now, I’m about to ask her out on a date––a real one––because I like her and she’s interesting, not so I can get her into my back seat.
“I would really like to take you out.” She doesn’t reply. “I know Jesse’s told you to be leery of me but I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. I’ll be a … saint.” That brings a grin to her face. “You can choose where we go and what we do. Dinner? Movie? You name it. We’ll do whatever you want.”
Pleading for a date isn’t something I’ve ever done. I’m standing before this girl waiting for an answer with the highest of hopes.
Our slow song ends and “Scream” by Usher comes on. But I don’t let her go. We stand in the middle of the dance floor and I wait for her agreement.
“No.” That’s all she gives me before pushing away and leaving me staring after her.
Shallow Teaser #3
I lick my lips as I look at her shiny gloss, imagining how soft and slick her mouth would be against mine. I’ve never wanted to lean in for a kiss so badly in all my life. Being at the top of this Ferris wheel with her couldn’t be more perfect but I can’t do it. I’m too scared.
I’m Nick Hawke—a sexpert and fearless daredevil—but that doesn’t matter. I’m too chickenshit to kiss this girl because she’s wonderful and perfect and different—everything I never knew I wanted—so I don’t want to blow it by pushing too hard, too fast.
The wheel stops to load another couple. “I’m sorry I didn’t say this already, but thank you for taking care of my drunk ass last night. I didn’t think I’d get wasted after two drinks. Guess I drank them too fast.”
I reach for her hand and give it a squeeze. “I didn’t mind. It was my pleasure—puke and all.”
She shakes her head while looking down. “Liar.” She laughs. “The whole thing with Cooper was stupid. I guess I tried to make him be my version of Jesse. I know that’s a weird thing to say. I’m sort of messed up that way.” She looks up at me. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I told you that.”
Claire’s right. She’s seeing her relationship with Cooper for what it is.
All the carriages are loaded so we rise and fall as the wheel rotates. A gust of wind picks up as we soar to the top. A wild strand of hair blows into her face, sticking in her lip gloss. I can’t resist the excuse to touch her so I reach forward to set it free.
All I can taste and breathe is this moment with her. Our time together will be over soon and I don’t want to go home without telling her I have to see her again.
I twirl the wild strand around my fingers before tucking it behind her ear. “You told me you wouldn’t go out with me because you were looking for something different, but you’re here with me now.”
A painful expression crosses her face. “You’ve been really sweet to me and I’ve had a wonderful time with you tonight—as a friend—but we can never be more than that. You’ve gone through too many girls.”
“I used protection every time without fail. I swear I haven’t caught anything, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
She’s blushing. Shit. I think I’ve embarrassed her. “I’m glad to hear that you had the good sense to practice safe sex but that’s not what I mean. I’m looking for something lasting and you’re looking for your next romp.”
She has this all wrong. “I know that’s what you think, but I’m not.”
“You are, and I’m a quest. I won’t flip on to my back for you and it’s driving you crazy because it’s new territory.”
“That’s not true.”
“It’s only a matter of time before you grow tired of me and move on to the next chase. If we leave well enough alone, we’ll walk away from this unscathed. We might even be friends.”
I want to be so much more than friends. I want Payton Archer for reasons other than sex.
I am being honest with myself about what I really want for the first time in a long time.
“You’re wrong, but it’s going to take a while for you to see that. In the meantime, I’ll take your friendship.”
Shallow Teaser #4
“Okay, if you say …” That’s all I get out because Nick grabs the back of my neck and pulls me toward him, stretching halfway for a kiss. He presses his lips against mine and a fire rages that has nothing to do with the aftermath of pepper spray.
I open my mouth a little and he slides his tongue in between my teeth to tease me so I’ll open wider. He slides up to sit and turns his head to the side so his tongue can join mine in a romantic waltz. He tastes like mint with a hint of spice, sort of like pepper. The realization makes me smile and I feel him grin against my mouth.
His hands are on each side of my face and I revel in the moment. It’s the kind of kiss I’ve always longed for. It’s perfect in all ways but one. He’s a total player.
A car starts outside and I jerk away. Must be his dad. How did he get past us? I never even heard the door open.
Nick holds my face and I can feel his breath against my lips. “I’ve gotta go. Your dad is waiting.”
“He’ll wait,” he says breathlessly as he leans forward to possess my mouth again. I stop him by pressing my forehead to his.
“It’s rude to keep him waiting.”
He rubs his thumbs up and down my cheeks. “Can I call you tomorrow?”
I don’t respond. I only nod and he smiles because it’s the answer he wants. I halfway expect—and maybe even hope—he’ll pull me in for another kiss. He doesn’t, so I walk out the front door without looking back. I’m afraid I’ll run back for more if I do.
Shallow Teaser #5
She licks her lips as she looks at my mouth. My heart throbs in my ears. I’m certain I’ll die if I don’t kiss her soon so I reach for the back of her neck and pull her closer as I slide in her direction on the sofa.
Kissing is not my thing. It’s too intimate and emotional—much more so than sex. I never kiss a girl for longer than it takes me to get to the place I want to be—in her panties.
But as with everything else Payton related, this is different. She makes me want to permanently attach my mouth to hers. I’m content with making out with her all day and taking it no further.
Her lips leave mine and trail kisses along my chin and jaw until they reach the side of my neck. I rest my head against the back of the couch, giving her full access. She takes advantage.
Her lips hit that sensitive spot below my ear and my switch is instantly flipped. I put my hand to my crotch to adjust. “Payton, I mean this in the best possible way but … you’re killing me,” I groan under my breath. “You have me so turned on, I’m about to bust my swim trunks.”
She giggles. “Is that so?” She continues kissing my neck, ignoring my warning. “I’d love to see your version of The Incredible Hulk.”
She has no idea what she’s doing to me. It’s sweet torture.
We hear voices coming and scramble to look like nothing in particular is going on.
It’s Jesse and Claire coming out of the house. Awesome. They’ve been inside for almost two hours and they choose now to reemerge.
I slide toward the end of the couch and point at the stack of throw pillows behind Payton. “Toss me one of those.”
“You need a nap?” she asks as she reaches for one.
I point at the crotch of my trunks and she laughs as she tosses it in my direction. “Throw pillow, also known as a boner barrier.”
I playfully hit her with it before putting it in my lap. “Not funny.”
She laughs. “I disagree, Hulk.”
I’d hate to know how many inconvenient hard-ons this girl has caused. Whatever the number, it just went up by one.
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