The Amy Queau FINALE! Spotlight on Rewired (18+)

**Happy dance** Wooooo, Amy Queau's third and final book in the phenomenal Progress series is finally live. If you've been reading the series and following Jess and Charlie's journey, then you are probably just as excited as me. If you have been waiting for the final book to go buy the series then she has them all to buy in a bundle, and if you haven't read any of them or heard of her, where the hell have you been all year?!

Amy writes with such realistic passion to all her characters  and riveting and diverse story lines that blur the lines between love, lust and infatuation. These books are a roller-coaster for your emotions, and Rewired is no different to the other two in the series. Get your tissues ready, fill those wine glasses up and take the night off. It's time to find out who she chooses...


Amy's Bio

Born and raised in Minnesota, I spent many years in high school struggling to pass my English classes and focused more on fine arts. In college I studied Graphic Design and worked in that field for about two years before I changed my mind about what I wanted to be when I grew up.
Now married, and a mother of two, I spend most of my days juggling temper tantrums, mealtimes, dirty diaper's  a messy house and our ten year-old German Short hair Pointer, Saba Lou. And although sometimes I complain, I secretly enjoy every minute of our chaos.

Social Media Links For Amy

Website: www.amyjq.com
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17567221-progress
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Progress/340436506070934
Tumblr: http://amyqueau.tumblr.com/

Purchase Links For Amy's Books 
Progress:
US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BNYEA1C
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00BNYEA1C

Interrupted:
US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00DXH238Y
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00DXH238Y

Rewired:
US: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GNA2J28
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00GNA2J28

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Rewired Excerpt 

After slamming the front door, Charlie stood, lightly shaking her keys in her hand. With her frustration at its peak, she seethed, unable to control the twitch from the corner of her mouth.

Silence.

Don’t do it, Charlie. Not tonight. I’m in no mood for a lecture.

“You’re a FUCKING coward!” she shouted.

Shit.

She threw her purse across the room, its contents splashing against the wall and bouncing to the floor. Jesse remained with his hands in his pockets and his body motionless, with the exception of a small eye twitch.

Her tone fierce, she continued, “You fight. You fuck. You run. And you’re gonna fucking drown! Welcome to rock-fucking-bottom, Jess.”

“Oh wake up, Charlie! Take a good fucking look!” he shouted, pointing to his face. “This has always been and will always be rock bottom. It doesn’t get much more desperate than this.”

“Then why don’t you do something about it! Be a man for once in your life, and take responsibility for who you are and who you’ll become. What the hell are you waiting for? You think this is going to get any easier?” she continued screaming, emptying her lungs. She took a deep breath before continuing, “Goddamn it! You’re infuriat—”

Grabbing her arm and jerking her forward, he stopped her just as she was about to crash into his chest. His mouth, now devouring hers, removed the fury, the tension, and the rampage. Their lips were engaged in a fiery entanglement and Jesse began tasting the blood from the cut on his lip again. But it wasn’t enough to stop him.

Nothing would be enough to stop him now.

And Charlie showed no hesitation. Her fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans as Jesse ripped her cotton shirt from her back. Taking a moment to absorb the sensation, he allowed his fingers to glide down the length of her back, knowing that the feel of her smooth skin wouldn’t deceive him. His hands found her breasts, and as the white lace of her bra caught his eye, his intoxication with her flared.

I don’t care that none of this makes sense. I’m not going to stop this to ask her why she’s doing this.

I need her.

He lifted her up by her backside as she spread her legs, locking her ankles around him; he then carried her to the kitchen island. Slamming against it, she arched her back for him to set her down.

He pulled himself out of his jeans and boxers and stripped Charlie of the rest of her clothes. With one swipe of his hand, the roll of paper towels, vase full of daisies, and the perfectly arranged dishes went crashing to the floor behind her. He lay her down gently and spread her legs wider.

“I want to taste you,” he whispered.

His tongue, teasing her most sensitive area, began a devoted dance. He slipped two fingers deep inside of her with his lips whispering a secret, meant only for Charlie. She wailed in sweet desperation.

He let out a guttural groan, a reflex of wanting her to hear his desire for her. Her insides clenched around his fingers and he was unable to control his craving any longer.

Grabbing her calves, he slid her toward him. The countertop at a perfect height, he slipped himself inside, reveling in her immediate constriction. She gasped with her eyelids shut tight. After a few seconds, her entire body relaxed as Jesse ran his finger up the side of her leg.

“Are you ready for this, Charlene?” He stood still, waiting for her reply as she opened her eyes. “This is going to be fierce,” he said with a satisfied grin.

She responded by sliding down the counter another inch and lifting her hips, burying him deeper. His backside clenched and his throat trembled with an exaggerated exhale.

Slam after slam, Jesse crashed into her. The countertop creaked and Charlie couldn’t hold back her yearning rasps. Watching her breasts spring against the underwire of her bra, he put one hand behind her shoulder to keep her from sliding backward.

She put her arms straight out on each side, gripping the ends of the countertop. With her knuckles turning white, she slowly lifted her legs into the air, until her ankles were touching his shoulders. He slung them to one side of his neck and held on with a firm grasp, pounding into her, penetrating deeper than he thought was possible.

“Say it,” he said.

She looked at him briefly, asking a question with her eyes.

“Say you love me.”

Spreading her legs back down to his hips, she grabbed his shoulders and brought him onto the counter with her. Reaching her hands around his back, she slid them down to his ass, pushing him inside of her again. “No,” she whispered and arched her back as an invitation.

He continued slowly and stared at her face, trying to maintain eye contact. And even though she kept her eyes shut, she held onto him with an unyielding grip.

Soft and finite, Charlie was no longer just a fantasy but indeed his reality as he swept down and dominated her lips, tasting the flavor he had missed and craved for so long. And even if she wouldn’t say it, her body was whispering the words back to him again and again.

He tried to think of anything else to prolong it, but her warmth was so satisfying and so exquisitely rousing that he could no longer resist the anticipation with every thrust. And as the sensation built, the familiar feeling of his impending climax enveloped him as he thrashed forward thrice, falling to her chest.

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The New Cover For Rewired 

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My Character Interview With Jesse  

CCR:- Today I’m interviewing Jesse from the amazing Progress series. Let’s see what he has to say.

CCR:- So Jesse, I’m just going to dive straight in with my questions. So, we all know that you have feelings for Charlie, but can you tell us in your own words what it actually is that you feel? Do you even know yourself?

Jesse:- "Well now, that was out of the fucking blue. Nice way to start an interview. Next question."

CCR:-(Rolls eyes at him.) You can be a bit of a jerk to her and I’m just wondering if you feel like you are worthy of her?

Jesse:- "You're a feisty one. What's your name again? Claire? You're pretty sexy, you know. Have I told you how much I like redheads?"

CCR:- So that’s a no then? You DON’T think that you’re worthy of her—interesting.

Jesse:- (He clenches his jaw and glares, refusing to answer.)

CCR:- You know that she loves Samuel, yet you’re intentionally trying to ruin her relationship with him. Why? Do you not think that she deserves to be happy?

Jesse:- "Alright, I can see you're not interested." (Rolls eyes again)

"Fine. To answer your question, yes, Charlie deserves to be happy. I didn't force her to get in my car that night. She's responsible for her own happiness, not me. I'm not responsible for anyone but myself. We live alone, we die alone. Everything and everyone else in between are just details. Mindless scramble for the decaying race that is 'human beings.' Are you writing this down? Because this is some good shit."

CCR:- How many women have you slept with?

Jesse:- "What the fuck kind of question is that? You think I keep a diary? Don't know. Don't care."

CCR:- Typical! Moving on… What’s the weirdest sexual experience you've had?

Jesse:- "Ha! Now this, I can answer. Mind if I smoke?"

CCR:- Yes actually, but go right ahead since you will do anyway.

Jesse:- (shrugging.) "Yeah, you're probably right.

So I met this chick back in '09. We were at a concert, she had come with some of her girlfriends, and I was there alone.

"She walks up to me, and I hadn't even noticed her before this, and starts kissing me. Well, I'm a guy, right? So, naturally I go with it. Here I was thinking she was gonna take me into the bathroom, or at least somewhere private, but, no. She unzips my jeans, then lifts what little of her skirt there was, and uses the people around us to climb her way on top of me!

"So I'm fucking the hell out of her, listening to this SKA punk band in the background, watching her tits bounce up and down, almost smacking me in the face, all the while we're colliding with people around us. Her arms were flapping around, and she's screaming, 'Oh, god, yes! Yes! Fuck me, Hondo! Fuck me!'

"And all I kept thinking was, 'God, damn. I wish I would have worn a rubber on this one.'"

CCR:- You mean you didn’t? (shudder) Did it not bother you doing that in front of everyone?

Jesse:- (Shrugs again.)

CCR:- What’s your favourite sexual fantasy, and does it involve Charlie?

Jesse:- "I don't have any more fantasies. They've all been used. And what I have with Charlie is reality, and also none of your business."

CCR:- Feisty! (smiles.) Why do you use and abuse women? Don’t you want to be happy?

Jesse:- "If they're happy being used and abused, then I'm happy to oblige. There's a reason I can't get enough of Charlie...we both thrive on the arguments’, the tension, and the abuse. It's what we both know; there's comfort in consist-- wait, don't write that down. Erase it. Never mind. Next question."

CCR:- (writes it all down frantically!)

Let’s get to know you a little bit better

CCR:- What’s your favourite band?

Jesse:- "Of all time? Hmmm, I'd have to say my favorite band of all time is Less Than Jake. But, my favorite album of all time is Progress, by RX Bandits."

CCR:- Good choices (smiles and blushes)Favourite food? And worst?

Jesse:- "Seriously? That's the question you're going to ask me? That's going give you the epiphany you're looking for when it comes to the inner workings of my mind? Fucking women." He shakes his head.

"Steak, tomatoes, respectively.

"Next."

CCR:- We have a lot in common, that’s another good choice. I cook a mean steak. Not that I’m coming on to you or anything,

Jesse:- "Right,"

CCR:- I was just saying!

Jesse:- "Sure, Claire, whatever you say. Why don't you come over here?"

CCR:- Oh hell, forget it…Next question! The last time that you said you were sorry and actually meant it?

Jesse:- "Honestly? I can't remember, but probably never."

CCR: And there’s the jerk again. (sighs) What kind of future do you see for you and Charlie?

Jesse:- "Do you think I'm an idiot? I see what you're trying to do here. You're trying to get me to admit some deep, profound affection for Charlie. You want me to sit here and pour my heart out so that you have something for your pathetic little interview. And you know what, Claire? I'm not going to do it. Because even if I had feelings for her, I sure as shit wouldn't tell you about them. You're a female, therefore your mind isn't capable of wrapping around this one. So, unless you want to take that sweet ass of yours and park it on my lap, there's nothing more I can tell you that you'll understand."

CCR:- (Huffs) Jesus, you could have just said ‘no comment!’ Fine, moving on—again. What were your first thoughts when you saw Charlie?

Jesse:- "Really, Claire? Come here. It's okay, I won't bite. I'm going to speak really slow and use small words so that you're sure to understand, got it? Good.

"The average person has 60,000 thoughts in a day.

"Which means I have approximately 180,612, give or take.

"You want me to recall one random thought I had over two years ago about a girl I didn't know?

"We've been sitting here together for about ten minutes now, and I'm pretty sure you consider yourself an expert on me already. So why don't you just answer the questions yourself, sweetheart."

CCR:- Dick! Okay, I’ll answer it myself. Personally, I think that when you first saw her, you saw her as a victim, someone you could screw with,

Jesse:- "That's enough, Claire,"

CCR:- like a play toy to a cat. But you were shocked when she didn't roll over and play to your game,”

Jesse:-"Shut-up, Claire,"

CCR:- THAT’S why you can’t let her go. She doesn't play by the rules everyone else plays by.

Jesse:- "Fuck you, Claire! You don't know shit."

CCR:- (Raises an eyebrow with a smirk as he lights another cigarette.)

CCR:- How do you feel about Samuel?

Jesse:- "Samuel, who?"

CCR:-(laughs.) Aah, amnesia? Whatever. If you could say anything to Charlie without there being any repercussions’, what would it be?

Jesse:-"Is she gonna see this? Never mind, let's come back to this question."

CCR:- How many tattoos do you have?

Jesse:- "Three."

CCR:- Tell us about them. Every tattoo has a story, what’s your stories?

Jesse:- "The first is this one, on my forearm. It doesn't mean anything anymore."

CCR:- Why not?

Jesse:- (Cocking his head to one side, he then chooses to ignore my previous question) "The second is on my ribcage, here. And I'm pretty sure you already know the story on that one."

CCR:-(Nods) Yep.

Jesse:- "The third is a shooting star, here, under my zipper. Would you like to come over here and find out why? Nah, it's fine, it's probably too long of a story for you, anyway."

CCR:- (Laughs) Shooting star? That’s not what I heard, but moving on…What’s your dream job?

Jesse:- "I've thought about this question before. It's true, I have. I've decided I want to be the Burger King. You know, that creepy fucker that surprises you when you wake up, you roll over and find a man with jewels wrapped around his over-sized head. He walks around the park, down the side walk, scaring the shit out of little kids. Yeah, I want to be him."

CCR:- (Laughs even louder and gets a drink of water) THAT is your dream job? Ha ha, of course it is.

Thanks for answering my questions, Jesse. I know everyone really wanted to get to know you a little bit better- especially women. I only have a couple more questions left for you.

CCR:-Your life, though complicated, was much less confusing before you met Charlie. Do you wish that you had never met her?

Jesse:- "Wishing is pointless. What matters is that I have met her. We don't get to choose our fate, it chooses us.

If I could have let her go by now, I would have. But I've come to realize that I don't really have a choice in the matter, unless she chooses otherwise."

CCR:- I’m going to ask you this question again, if you could be honest with us all that would be great, so here it is. If you could say anything to Charlie without there being any repercussions’, what would it be?

Jesse:- "Alright, if you can guarantee me she'll never see this, I'll tell you.

"I'd tell her that she's the best, and the worst thing that's ever happened to me. I'd tell her that she's the reason I've done everything, been everything, and said everything that I have for the past two years. I'd tell her that she's the epitome of all that is good, wholesome and understanding, and I wished more people were like her. I'd thank her for her honesty and loyalty, when she didn't need to be honest or loyal. And lastly, I'd tell her that I'd give her my last breath if it meant saving her life over mine. Because she's worth it. And I'm not."

CCR:- See, Jesse, THAT’s the reason that women like you. That little glimpse into the kind of guy you could be if you weren't such a jerk all the time. However, we both know that you can’t keep that up for very long.

Thanks again,   It’s been enlightening to say the least.

Jesse:- "It was nice to meet you. Oh, and, Claire? Here's my number," (he says with a wink, slapping my ass on the way out the door.)

CCR:- (Blushes,) Erm, thanks, don’t hold your breath.

Thoughts on my interview with Jesse.

Jesse is a complicated man, and yet in some ways, he’s so simple to understand. Sure he’ll play enough mind games with you to leave your brain scrambled, and he’ll kick you out of bed before you’ve even caught your breathe back, and yeah, he’s going to make you feel like shit every time you see him. When it comes down to it though, he’s more honest than anyone that I’ve ever interviewed. He tells it like it is, he says what he wants, regardless of anyone’s feelings, and he doesn’t sugar coat it or be polite, he is what he is. So in a way maybe he isn’t so complicated after all.

Yes he’s a jerk, and yes he’s going to break your heart, there’s no doubt about that, but regardless of that, everyone will give it a go at trying to tame the beast inside him. Everyone always thinks that they can change the man. What women need to understand about Jesse, is there is NO taming him. At least not where most women are concerned. Charlie however, is another matter entirely.

Did I phone him after the interview? No, I’ve seen how he’s chewed up and spat out Charlie, well that and I’m married!

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As always...

Happy reading!

Claire ♥