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Author: Ginger Voight
Book #1 in a Spinoff Series of The Groupie Trilogy
Adult Romance Novel – not intended for younger readers due to mature content
In the first book in a spin-off series to her best-selling and highly rated ‘GROUPIE’ trilogy, author Ginger Voight introduces us to a new character named Jordi Hemphill.
All her life, Jordi Hemphill was told that she needed to change to fit in and be accepted. She talked too much, laughed too loud, and most definitely, indisputably and inexcusably weighed too much. In fact, she wore her size-20+ clothes without so much as an apology. She didn’t care to fit in. She didn’t want to be beautiful. Instead, she wanted to wear her hair in funky colors, she itched for tattoos and piercings, and dreamed of a life much bigger than working at the local Burger Palace for minimum wage. She had been born with the voice of a superstar, and something inside her told her it was OK to dream big, even if she had to do it in secret.On her eighteenth birthday, she takes every last cent she has and buys a one-way ticket for Los Angeles. She is sure her talent will get her noticed by those more open-minded to see it. Then and only then will she show all the naysayers in her hometown that she was a somebody no matter what they say.Unfortunately Los Angeles wasn’t any more welcoming. Jordi didn’t fit into their pop machine no matter how well she sang. Other pop princess had the “full package,” whereas Jordi still needed to change if she wanted her dreams to come true. It took a plus-size TV producer to take a chance on her, casting her for a reality talent show called “Fierce,” which put attitude and talent far above the traditional pop star image.Thanks to Giovanni Carnevale, the lead singer of “Dreaming in Blue” and “Fierce’s” rock star judge, Jordi gets a chance to fight for her place on a national stage.But will America embrace this alternative diva? Or will they too expect her to conform in order to be accepted… to be loved? Despite the acceptance of new friends and supporters, old ghosts continue to haunt Jordi on her new journey. It will take handsome fellow contestant, Jace Riga, to finally help expose and exorcise the demons that drive her self-destruction.“Fierce” continues the story introduced in the Ginger Voight novel, “Mogul,” where Jordi joins a hodge-podge of other contestants to battle for the championship that dares every single hopeful to live large, to be FIERCE.Ginger Voight, the author of the best-selling “Groupie” series, brings fame once again to the forefront with her new adult series, beginning with the novel, “Fierce.” The characters you grew to love in the “Groupie” trilogy and “Love Plus One” are back to help the incomparable Jordi Hemphill carve a place for her as a pop princess despite the odds in this coming-of-age Rubenesque romance. ABOUT GINGER: Ginger Voight is prolific author, freelance writer and optioned screenwriter. Her fiction is diverse, with novels like the edgy, coming-of-age drama DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS, and the fun family adventure for kids of all ages, COMIC SQUAD.Having grown up reading different authors like Danielle Steel and Stephen King, Ginger has always been drawn more to story than to genre. This shows up in her various stories. Titles such as MY IMMORTAL and TASTE OF BLOOD are a delicious, heady mix of horror, suspense, and romance.Genre romance, however, has held a special place in her heart, ever since she read her first Harlequin novel when she was only eleven. As a result, Ginger is making a name for herself writing romances of her own, starring women who look more like the average American woman rather than those traditionally represented in the size-biased American media. Her Rubenesque romances were created especially for those heroines with fuller figures, who can still get the man of their dreams if only they believe they can. Such titles include UNDER TEXAS SKIES, LOVE PLUS ONE, GROUPIE and PICTURE POSTCARDS.Ginger was included in the best-selling book by Smith Magazine NOT QUITE WHAT I WAS PLANNING, featuring her six-word memoir.
EXCERPT from FIERCE
***adult content – not intended for readers under 18***
That night I didn’t give anyone else a chance to keep Jace company during his midnight swim. I was at the pool by eleven-thirty, where I sat with my feet dangling in the water as I waited.Jace seemed startled to find me there as he walked over to one of the lounge chairs. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here,” he said offhand as he dumped his towel onto the chair.“I’ve wanted to come down for a while,” I admitted. “Every midnight for two weeks,” I added softly.The look in his eyes was intense as he sat on the chair. “Why didn’t you?”“They told me this was your time. I didn’t want to impose.”He chuckled. “I thought they were just uncomfortable.”I shook my head. “They love you, Jace. They never wanted you to feel embarrassed.”“I’m not,” he stated simply. His eyes never left my face as he proceeded to remove his artificial leg. I watched as he removed the prosthetic, and the supporting garments underneath, such as the sheath and the socks. When he stood, he didn’t waver. He hopped easily over to the edge and dove into the deep end.I watched as he swam over to me, only breaking surface to pull himself up in front of me. “Come in with me,” he suggested softly.
I shook my head. “I don’t have a swimsuit.”His hands ran up my bare legs to the edges of my shorts. “So?” Our eyes met and locked. He couldn’t really be asking what I thought he was asking. Before I had any chance at all to argue, he grabbed my arms and pulled me into the water.“Jace!” I squealed as I toppled into the cold pool.He wore a self-satisfied smirk. “Refreshing, isn’t it?”Playfully I splashed him, and then swam away before he could retaliate. He was quick on my heels. He lifted me up and dunked me again.“Of course you know,” I retorted, “this means war.”I swam after him and then lifted him up to dunk him. We chased each other, splashed each other and played together for long, blissful, uninterrupted minutes. When we finally had to catch our breath, we swam lazily over to the shallow end by the steps. He propped himself up on one arm.“That’s so much more fun when there’s someone else here,” he said with a crooked smile.I nodded. Even though I wasn’t planning on getting in the pool, it had been way more fun than I imagined. “There’s still one problem, though,” he said as he studied me thoughtfully.“What’s that?” I asked breathlessly.“You’ve seen what I normally don’t show the world. I think it’s only fair that you show me something, too.” His eyes traveled across my face and down to the wet shirt clinging to me like a second skin.“You’ve seen it all,” I tried to argue as I crossed my arms in front of myself.“No, I haven’t,” he insisted as he pulled my arms to my side. “But I’d like to,” he added as his eyes bored into mine. “Show me, Jordi. Don’t be afraid.”There were tears in my eyes as I searched his for any hint of insincerity. “Jace…”His eyes darkened as he lowered his head towards mine. His lips playfully toyed with mine until I couldn’t help but respond. He deepened the kiss almost immediately as my lips finally parted. I groaned as I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.His hands ran up my back and into my hair. He lifted me easily as he swung me over his lap. I braced myself on the cement behind him. I could feel him strain for my body. “Show me, Jordi,” he said again.“Someone will see,” I protested but he shook his head. “No one comes down here, remember? Not once, in all these weeks. We’re all alone,” he promised. “I’ve been dreaming about this moment for months. Don’t make me wait anymore,” he begged as his hands slid up my arms.My voice was small, like a squeak. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”“Yes, I do,” he said. “That’s why I am asking it. Show me,” he commanded again.I was shaking as I leaned back and slowly peeled my shirt from my body. The argument to keep it on was really moot, as it didn’t hide anything. But it was a barrier, and I liked my barriers. And little by little, Jace Riga was stripping them all away.I sat astride his lap in the water, wearing only my shorts and my bra. His hands slid up my back until his fingers reached the fastener. My breath caught and held as he released it and pulled the garment away. The longer he gazed upon my half naked body, the more naked I felt. “You’re beautiful,” he finally whispered as his fingers danced over my shoulder and across my sensitive flesh. “Like a goddess,” he said as he looked up into my eyes.I shook my head. His praise was too lavish to be believed. Yet his body still strained against me. It was literally hard evidence that his compliment was sincere.“Why don’t you believe me?” he wanted to know as his hands traced every spare inch of my exposed skin. “Why can’t you see how beautiful you are?”“Because I’m not,” I answered tearfully. “I’m a 260-pound beached whale.”His hand cupped my chin and he stared into my eyes. “Don’t you ever talk about yourself that way.”I swallowed any self-effacing retort. “I just… I just don’t look like anyone else,” I offered helplessly.“Why would I want you more if you did?” he asked.I didn’t have an answer.He slid us off the steps and swam easily toward the deep end of the pool, his arm around my waist, his eyes locked deep into mine. He pressed me up against the wall, and lifted my legs until they fit neatly around his middle. I could feel how hard he was as he pressed up against me, kissing me harder and more urgently than before. His hand cupped my breast and his thumb absently stroked over the hardened tip, making me gasp into his mouth.“I want you, Jordi,” he confessed between openmouthed kisses. “Not in spite of what you aren’t, but because of everything you are. Can he say that?”He meant Eddie. My eyes closed as I thought about the only other man who had ever shown any interest in me, a man I was supposed to marry if I ever got down to a magical size 6. “Let’s not talk about him,” I begged.“We have to,” he insisted. “He treats you like trash, Jordi. He acts like you should be grateful for the crumbs of attention he gives you. Meanwhile he’s making eyes at every other girl around. He’s a disrespectful piece of shit. You deserve better. Why are you with him?”I shook my head. I didn’t know what to say.He rubbed his body against mine. Even through our wet layers of clothes he was making me crazy. “This is my official counter-offer,” he said as he reached for another kiss. “I want you for you. And I know you want me. Send him packing so we can finally be together.”“It’s not that easy.”“It is that easy,” he corrected. “Feel me, Jordi,” he whispered as his mouth covered mine. “I haven’t made love to anyone since Amy. I thought I’d never want anyone else ever again. But I want you.”He buried his face in my neck and placed hot tiny kisses against my cool, damp skin. His wide hand easily cupped my breast, guiding it to his hungry mouth. The minute his lips clamped over the tight peak of my breast, I couldn’t help but cry out softly into the night air. His teasing tongue flickered bath and forth against the hardened nipple until I was writhing against him. I was delirious by the time his fingers slid between my legs and under my shorts.He held the tip of my breast between his teeth as his fingers explored the slippery folds tucked deep between my legs. The roving fingertip found its target. I shuddered against him as his fingers danced around my engorged clit.“Jace,” I breathed as I clung to him.“Shh,” he said softly as he lifted up for yet another kiss. “Let me show you what it can be like.”I rested my head back against the edge of the pool as his fingers worked their magic against the most sensitive part of me. My entire body tensed up as I raced quickly toward an explosive orgasm. He watched my face intently. “Come on, baby,” he crooned as I teetered right on the edge. It was enough to push me right over.I couldn’t stop from crying out as my body quivered at the tips of his fingers. When he thread two together and slipped them inside right as I was coming, I shot off into space again. He knew just where to touch until I was helplessly incoherent. I could barely catch my breath as he finally withdrew his hand.“You were a virgin before,” he told me simply. “You’re not now.”I reached for another kiss, which he indulged happily. And despite the fact he had brought me more pleasure at the tips of his fingers than anything else ever had before, I found myself aching for more. “Make love to me,” I found myself whispering against his lips.He groaned deep in his throat as he pulled back, resting his forehead against mine. “Not till you’re free,” he said. “I could never watch you go back to him after I make you mine.” He guided my hand so I could cup his body as it strained toward mine. “Because I’m already yours,” he said as he looked into my eyes, “and it would break my heart.”As I got lost in those brilliant eyes, I knew the last thing on God’s green earth I’d ever want to do was hurt this beautiful man. “Next time I come to you,” I promised. “I will be free.”He wrapped his arms around me for a tight hug. “Do me a favor. Make it soon.”