Tuesday, December 31, 2013

New Year's Eve Blog Hop ~ Win $150.00 Amazon or B&N Gift Card

Welcome to my stop on the New Year's Eve Blog Hop! 

Some pretty stunning events happened to me this past year, not the least of which was that both my children announced, a mere three months apart, that they were expecting their first child...and both had little girls. 

Getting the double-whammy dose of "Guess what? You're going to be a grandmother!" really threw me for a loop. 

I mean, like, reeeally threw me. 

As a first-time parent, you wrestle with the same sense of amazement, of course, but I had to accept there was one huge difference. 
As a parent, you expect to be there to see how your children's lives turn out. As a grandparent, I had to accept that the odds are lower that I'll still be holding those hands when my grandchildren cross that finish line into adulthood.

So...what I'm looking forward to in 2014 is making every minute count.

Grand prize, which will be chosen from entering the RAFFLECOPTER link
will include: a $150.00 Amazon or Barnes and Noble gift card (winners choice) SSLY Key Chain, a signed copy of Bohemian Grove by T.M. Williams, an E-book of Maverick Touch: The Cat by Ashley Nemer

I'm going to give one lucky commenter e-copies (.mobi or .ePub) of all three books in my series Those Devilish De Marco Men...and here's how you can enter:

Leave me a comment telling me the most memorable thing you did with EITHER your grandparent OR grandchild. I'll need your e-mail address, too, along with the format you prefer should you be selected as the winner.

BONUS: If I get more than twenty comments, then I'll draw another name, and that person will win two books from the series, and if I have over forty comments, then a third person will win one e-book...so send your friends :)

Be sure to visit the other participating blogs, and have a Happy New Year!

Sunday, December 29, 2013

Path of Least Resistance ~ #SexySnippets

This week, my seven sentences come from Rain On Me, Book #1 of my new interracial erotic bondage series, Give Me Shelter, scheduled for release at the end of January.

(unedited and subject to deletion)
The look on her face when I pulled her against me and extended our linked hands almost made me laugh. “I’m leading. This is not the time to do your own thing,” I warned.
I’m barely adequate on a dance floor, but the simple box step suited my purpose. I wanted to feel Zin’s head on my shoulder, and enjoy feeling the rain slip between our bodies, moving aside whenever it encountered a place where her flesh was pressed to mine. The sensation made me want to believe we could move other things aside, and for the same reason, because we were pressed together so tightly, going around us was the path of least resistance.

Be sure to read today's sexy snippets from the other participants. Check the links here, or follow on Twitter or Facebook. Thanks for dropping in. Have a great week!

Sunday, December 15, 2013

Limp ~ #SexySnippets

Six more from Incidental Contact. The town's biggest playboy has started to have performance issues. Okay, yeah, so I'm grinning. 

He might even say that unexpected romp was better than the sex…but then again, he hadn’t had sex, had he? Fucking limp bastard. What the hell was up with his cock? In the pool, with Amy squirming in his arms like a turned-on teddy bear, begging him with her eyes—nothing.
Nothing below the waist. His brain conjured the intense ripple of pleasure from sliding into the heat of her tight pussy, but the sensation—and act—was limited to his skull.
Gotta be stress.

Be sure to read today's sexy snippets from the other participants. Check the links here, or follow on Twitter or Facebook. Thanks for dropping in. Have a great week!

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Useless #Sexy Snippets


 This week's seven sentences come from Incidental Contact, which releases Tuesday. 

        The fine print blurred. His mind’s eye saw the spray from the shower running over Amy's skin. The image was all too easy to conjure after last night. His brain sketched her hands, rubbing soap across her breasts and down her thighs. Then the image changed, and his hands were doing the rubbing.
        Thinking about what he was missing, he glared at the undisturbed fabric over his cock. Useless motherfucker.

What? I told you I made Eric suffer, didn't I? Yep, I wrote an erotic romance hero with erectile issues. Trust me, that's only one of the problems Eric must overcome, but it doesn't turn down the heat in this story one bit.

Be sure to read the sexy snippets from the other participants. Check the links
 here, or follow on Twitter or Facebook. My moving's all done. So's the unpacking. And I have cable, even if it does cut off seventeen times a day. (grrrr) Have a great week!

Saturday, November 30, 2013

Contact ~ #SexySnippets

 Dont'cha just love that moment when the hero really sees--I mean really sees--the unlikely heroine?  When his defenses are down and it's like he's using someone else's eyes? That's happening in this snippet from Incidental Contact (Release date, Dec. 10th)

Raking his hair from his eyes, Eric pictured Amy in a dress. He imagined bending her over the back end of her car, flipping the hem up around her waist, and yanking down her panties. He just wasn't sure why. Habit, maybe. Or deprivation. Or the cute way she said “fucking”. Okay, so the jockey comment had him going. 

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Sunday, November 24, 2013

Thunder and Lightning ~ #SexySnippets

Back to Rain On Me for this week's snippet. I tossed what I'd written on this story and started the tale over with a new premise for Nano. That means...ta da! A new cover. The story is the first of a three-novella series, all featuring a bit of bondage and the same bad guy. 

My first orgasm was small, but the next was stronger and the one after that, stronger still. I cried out, begging him to stop--to fuck me--but all I got was the leisurely stroke of his tongue and the summer lightening summoned by that soft touch, when what I craved was thunder. His fingers gripped my hips and there was nothing I could do but take the sensations he forced into me. It was a subtle domination that hit me with the impact of a sledgehammer. I couldn't stop coming. Even when I wanted to withhold the orgasms, my body didn't listen to my mind. With my breasts thrust out, my thighs wet and wide, and him in total control of the most intimate part of me, I felt all the power shift to him, and the realization sent a shudder through me. 

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Sunday, November 10, 2013

Imperfections ~ #SexySnippets

Sweet mother of God, I've finished Incidental Contact. (More about the delay after my #SexySnippet, if you're interested) Here's my seven, from the same title:

She’d seen him shirtless before, she just hadn't been expected to talk during the experience.

When he sat back, she eyed the rippling muscle and bronze skin. Not graduating suddenly meant little. What mattered was how she wanted to rub her nose in that perfect mat of dark hair on his chest. The urge was foreign, like someone else stuck the idea into her brain. She’d never been this close to male perfection. She wasn't sure she wanted to be, since their proximity gave him ample opportunity to see her imperfections, yet at the same time, she wanted to curl up against his strong chest.

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Okay, for those who've stuck around to hear why my daughter could have a baby in less time than it took me to birth this book, here goes:

I had Soft Sounds of Pleasure mostly written when I saw an open call for a Christmas short. I wrote Incidental Contact to those specifications. (At the time, it was titled Jingle Bells and the Last Oil Filter.) The story was accepted, then I learned the publisher wanted to publish books one and two first. Since Wildly Inappropriate was but a gleam in my eye at the time, much time passed before I looked at Amy and Eric's story again.

When the suggestion was made to expand the tale, I started writing. A lot of things had happened in WI that weren't accounted for in the Last Oil Filter, because I hadn't yet written Dan and Cynda's story.  Naturally, the story line deviated from the one in my head when I'd initially written Eric and Amy's tale.

I had a new version completed to about 70k when all hell broke loose at my publisher. I won't go into all the gory details, but it's very disheartening to hear someone thinks it's cool to expand their business using money due their authors, then 'borrow' more royalties from other authors to pay those he screwed the first time around. While I was fighting to have my rights to SSoP and WI returned for breach of contract (so said publisher would no longer have money of mine to take), Wildly Inappropriate alone was pirated over 10,000 times. (Thanks, Scribd.)

So that drama translated into three or four months when I wrote nothing. Frankly, those two things can suck out your soul if you allow it. In the meantime, I'd found a huge hole in the overall De Marco timeline. Draft one tried too hard to fix that mistake Draft two was better, but had too much emphasis on the wrong characters. Frustrated and tired of the story, I set it aside to pursue other projects.

Honestly? Eric and Amy's story is better for the delay. Every new version has kept the best of the prior one and new material kept coming. I'm thrilled to say the manuscript's in the hands of my editor now, and hopefully, in a month or less, those hard-core De Marco fans still out there will finally see Eric fall in love.

And boy, does he suffer to do it. I thought that was only fair. <grin>

Thanks for stopping by! Have a great week.

Oooh...baby pictures! So glad you asked.

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Relax and Let It Happen ~ #SexySnippets

My seven  sentences today come from Incidental Contact, Book 3 in the Devilish De Marco Men series. When Eric suggests they get wet, Amy's expecting a fiberglass big-boy-toy hot tub, not a pool made from a geothermal hot spring. And she sure didn't expect the small jet of water Eric parks her on top of in order to 'get that tense look off her face'.

“Relax, Amy, let it happen.”
The jet of water felt soft, yet the slender stream flayed her clit with insistent pressure. Holding her gaze, he rubbed his lips across one distended nipple. Raising his head, he worried the peak with the stubble on his chin. Each prickling scrape sent daggers into her core and when he nipped the hard bud, she cried out. The gentle torture made her frustration spiral until he took a soothing lick. The entire time, that forceful jet of water danced over her clit.

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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Meet The Characters from Atty Eve's New Release, My Beautiful Suicide

One of my talented fellow authors, Atty Eve, allowed me to interview the characters in her new release, My Beautiful Suicide. This story is not a romance, it's a thriller. But a good story is a good story, and if you need a break from your usual fare, I recommend you give this book a try. 

Cosette has a rough life, but it isn’t until she accidentally kills someone that Cosette makes the decision to end it. Unwilling to hurt friends and family, Cosette feels the best method of suicide is to become a victim. But when she goes out and gets attacked; instincts take over and she ends up killing her attackers. Guilty, desperate, and scared, Cosette does the unthinkable. 

“Suicide is selfish. 

It tells the world that you are weak. It tells the world your family and friends have failed. It leaves them with guilt that they could have done more but didn’t. It tells them they are clueless and helpless. 

I am weak, but I am not selfish. 

My suicide will not leave my family and friends with guilt and shame; it will leave them thankful that they knew me for the short time I was here.” – Cosette Hugo 

Her brother died. Her parents divorced. Her high school bully is relentless. Cosette doesn’t have a lot to live for, but it isn’t until she accidentally kills someone that Cosette makes the decision to take her own life. 

Unwilling to bring shame to her mom, best friend Mattie, or her boyfriend Chris, Cosette decides the best method of suicide is to become a victim of the local serial killer, The Poser. But every time she goes out to find him she gets attacked; her instincts take over, and she ends up killing her attackers. This quickly leads to unbearable guilt. Desperate to finish this before she gets caught or racks up more victims, Cosette does the unthinkable. 

“And when I reach my final goal, to meet my brother in heaven, and we’re looking down at my victim in Hell, he will say to me ‘Well done, Cosette. What a Beautiful Suicide.’”

Let's hear what the main characters have to say about themselves, shall we?

Cosette’s questions

Hi, I’m Cosette Hugo, thanks for inviting me here.

What is the biggest mistake you've ever made and are you going to be able to rectify it?
Really? That’s the question you’re starting out with? I’ve made a lot of mistakes, but the one the one mistake I’ve made that I would do anything to fix would be this; I should have kept running. I stopped to help and I made my life hell. Yes, I know I saved her life, but now my life is over because of it.
How am I going to rectify it? I can’t. I can’t change the past and I’m screwing up my future minute by minute. But don’t worry, I’ll be gone soon and everything will go back to normal.

What one thing have you found unattainable thus far in your life?
Peace. My brother’s dead, my dad left my mom for a whore and Hilda, my high school bully, is      relentless. I have no peace.

Who do you hate and why?
Hilda. She’s the main reason I’m looking to join my brother.

Chris’s Questions

What is your biggest fear?
Well hi to you too. Aren’t you going to offer me a drink or doughnut or something? I’m just kidding. My biggest fear would be losing Cosette. I love her and would move Heaven and Hell to keep her by my side.              

What is about to change for you?
Everything. Cosette is hiding something huge and I need to protect her. Someone’s going to pay.

What do you see when you look in the mirror?
I’m an average guy, decent looking I guess. Cosette likes my hazel eyes. But what I wanna see in the mirror is a gold medal around my neck, at least for state. I’ve been working my butt off on the rings and pommel horse perfecting my routines. My floor routine is excellent, but with Cosette as a distraction, a beautiful, perfect, sweet smelling, dangerous distraction, I don’t know how I’m going to get on the podium this year.

Hilda’s Questions

What would you give up everything to have?
I would give up everything to have my life back. They took everything from me.

What do you see when you look in the mirror?
I see a blonde with smooth skin, baby blue eyes, and pouty lips who feels as ugly on the inside as she is beautiful on the outside.

Who do you hate and why?

Them, I hate them more than anything, and Cosette, I hate her. She has everything, the perfect guy, perfect friends, and ugh, she’s so quiet. How can he like her? What does she have to offer?

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Sunday, September 29, 2013

Good Vibrations ~ #Sexy Snippets

Seven more from Incidental Contact, Those Devilish De Marcos Book 3

Unexpectedly, he smiled. Something caused the blue in his eyes to dominate the green, like her mother’s treasured mood ring from her hippie days. The sight made Amy’s heart as uncooperative as her tongue. He leaned forward until their noses touched. Heat from his body seeped through her shirt. His breath felt cool to her heated cheeks, but the stirring air made her lips tingle.
Maybe he didn't realize he stood so close that her breasts, belly, and thighs were pressed against him. He couldn't know every time he growled like a Rottweiler, her nipples stood up like tuning forks, absorbing the vibration.

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Friday, September 27, 2013

What IS it about breastfeeding? Moral support requested :)

When I got pregnant with my first child, my gynecologist had a longer list of questions for me than I had for him. Questions like, "What's your pediatrician's name?" Without a second's hesitation, I spouted the name of the pediatrician who'd been my doctor until I left home for college, and who lived and still practiced in a neighboring state.

I still think of the look Dr. White gave me as the "Oh-my-God-not-another-dumb-blonde look."

We established I'd have to get back to him on that.

Another question he asked was whether I planned to breastfeed. "Uh, no." I'd been a bottle baby, after all.

Then, I mentioned my decision to my mother-in-law. That innocent remark earned me an hour-long lecture on the benefits of breastfeeding. Namely, she'd had three kids, breast-fed two, and the one she couldn't breastfeed had horrendous, life-affecting allergies. Which ran in the family. But, the two she had breastfed had no allergies.

And, this kid who she hadn't breastfed, the middle child, was also a royal pain in the ass. to this day, I see her face when I hear Hotel California, and the line about "stab it with their steely knives but just can't kill the beast" part comes. I mention it because that alone might be why I decided to try breastfeeding. I did NOT want my kid to turn out like my sister-in-law, She-who-shall-go-unnamed. In any way.

Fast-forward seven and a half months. Here's baby! I'd been told breastfeeding my little man would be hard at first. I could do hard, I figured. What else would there be to do for six weeks? (Answer: Sleep! Bathe! Brush your hair! And teeth!)

But I digress.

From the minute MY mother learned of my decision, she began to undermine me. For that matter, so did the hospital, sending home a large can of powdered formula. You wanna know what that can looked like around three a.m. on Day Three, when my kid was screaming bloody murder because my milk hadn't come in and my nipples felt like someone had wrapped 'em with barbed wire? It looked like Dom Perignon, gold dust, and crushed diamonds.

That innocent can looked like the Holy friggin' Grail.

Oh, how I longed to give in. What could be the harm? Then, I remembered She-who-shall-not-be named. And I dumped the powder down the toilet. If my mother-in-law managed this, any fool could do it. We got through that crisis, much to my mother's disgust. I was starving him, she declared. She couldn't take it, time for her to pack and go home, since I clearly hadn't a shred of common sense.

The most painful moment came two weeks later, when I was shopping with my mother. Son got hungry, so I ducked into a dressing room and got him hooked up, flipped a blanket over his head and re-joined my mother--who rolled her eyes and started muttering about formula.

"Must you do this in public?" she demanded. I swear, the Original Iron Maiden was blushing.

"Where else would you suggest I do it?"

"Why didn't you stay in that dressing room?"

"Because I was bored? Because that narrow bench hurts my ass? Because it smells like dye and something in there was stinging my eyes? Take your pick. It's no problem, I can walk and nurse."

Until the store manager asked us--meaning me and my four-week old--to leave. My mother gave me the lecture from hell all the way home. She hit all the highlights, from "formula is scientifically designed to be better than breast milk", to how selfish I was being, since only I could feed the first grandchild, ending by vowing that by breastfeeding, I was making myself look poor and uneducated.

I managed six weeks. In that time, I was stared at, talked down to, treated like an idiot, all for the simple, natural, normal act of doing something my body was made to do, feed a child.

Why'd I stop? Because my dear son figured out that drinking from a bottle was easier and faster than drinking straight from the tap. Once he got the pumped breast milk after I returned to work, that was it. He was done getting milk the hard way. He refused to nurse. My milk dried up, despite hiding in the bathroom at work to pump and being told if I continued 'wasting time' this way, I stood to lose my job. (Before you cue the outrage, this was 1987 and South Carolina employers could, by law, fire any employee at any time, for any reason.)

Defeat, thy name is Enfamil.

Second time around, I had better results. My daughter nursed well from the beginning. My milk came in straight way, in copious quantities. I was self-employed, so no separation at six weeks.

But we had other issues. I got pneumonia when she was two weeks old. My gynecologist referred me to a pulmonary specialist. He prescribed an antibiotic.

Then, the fun began.

I'm positive that, while I had no ill effects from the medicine, it made my daughter's tummy hurt. As in, the drawn into knots, screaming until her entire body turned red kind of hurt. Once I had narrowed my suspicions about the cause to the pills, I called my gynecologist and explained the problem. He told me I was nuts. Medicine didn't enter my milk, he assured me, so the problem had to be something else. I next called the pulmonary specialist. His answer was very different. "Oh, yes, absolutely. The medicine IS in your milk. You'll have to stop breastfeeding until you've taken all the meds. Then, you can start back."

If you know the first thing about breastfeeding, you're either laughing hysterically, or staring in open-mouthed disbelief. At two weeks, one doesn't simply stop for two weeks and start back up. I don't know if it works that way for dairy cattle, but it damn sure doesn't work like that for humans. Demand is the trigger for supply.

Next, I called my pediatrician. Though I wasn't his patient, he said right away, "Of course. Let me call you in something else." I almost cried from relief. He went on to say he planned to have a chat with both of these physicians, since his colleagues were obviously laboring under a good deal of misinformation.

That incident was the only bump int he road. After that, smooth sailing until she was weaned.

Now, that same child has a child of her own. (Yes, I'm posting a photo, and thank you for asking!) :p
Alexandra Channing, two weeks

She made the decision to breastfeed. My mother would be proud--of her mother-in-law-type person (they aren't married, I have no idea what to call this woman). She's regurgitating every argument my mother ever used. She's made some comments my daughter finds very upsetting, like referring to my daughter as 'the milk machine' and other subtle digs that aren't going down well, given the highly hormonal state of a newly postpartum mother.

So, they go to the pediatrician. Baby Alex has lost a few ounces. The pediatrician asks about feeding and ultimately says, " You need to supplement with formula."

Here we go again. Like that won't lead to ceasing breastfeeding entirely? What I cannot wrap my head around is that twenty-five years have passed since I first tossed my hat into this arena, and doctors seem to be spouting the same misinformation. This time, I feel it's more sinister, since this bad advice is coming from a pediatrician, rather than a pulmonary specialist.

I'm proud of my kid. She stuck to her guns and sought a second opinion by going to a lactation specialist.

But..she could sure use some moral support. If you would, leave her YOUR stories about breastfeeding, since she's heard mine. How to stick with it, tricks for getting over the hurdles yet to come, stories of ...well, of anything on the topic, really. Misery does love company. As well as something to read at three a.m. when she's nursed and nursed and the baby is still latched on.

Feel free to digress into stories about how well breastfeed is or is not supported in your community or family. Stories of success, of failure, of what you did, of what you wish you'd done....all welcome.

Thanks! Have a great week :)

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Goin' Down ~ #SexySnippets

Life deals Eric a harsh blow, and all he can think about is being with Amy. But when he finds her, she's just been turned down for a very important project. Do they fight? Yes, but not the way he expects. She challenges him to a Nerf ball duel in the middle of the mall. When she informs Eric with a glint in her eye that he's going down, he has a typical De Marco response. 

She poked him in the chest with the end of her gun. “You’re going down, De Marco.”
He leaned down until their noses nearly touched. “Oh, hell yes, I will go down. Count on that. Bet a quarter, I can make you cry with just my tongue.” Her cheeks darkened, and for a moment, her eyes had that unfocused look. 

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Sunday, September 15, 2013

Jealous of the Rain ~ #SexySnippets

Seven more from Rain on Me. 

Yes. Yes, I did change the cover again. Thanks for noticing. :D

(Ray is speaking)

“Your mama sure does have a knack for raisin’ pretty things. And that boyfriend who's sendin’ you postcards from all over the world sure must be jealous of this rain.” Ray knew damn well he had no fucking business trying to find out if she was seeing anyone.
“Why would you say that?”
He lifted a finger to her shoulder, but didn’t touch her. Catching one of the droplets sliding down her bare arm with his fingernail, he stared into her eyes. “Rain’s bound to make your man feel bad, ‘cause this drop of water’s doing what he wants to be doing, sliding over your bare skin.”
Be sure to read the sexy snippets from the other participants. Check the links here, or follow on Twitter or Facebook
Also, please check out the silent auction hosted by Naughty Nights Press. Tragically, their graphic artist, Shane Willis, died unexpectedly at far too young an age. Many, many books have been donated by talented authors and grouped into bundles. Treat yourself and honor the man behind the NNP covers.

Thanks for dropping in. Have a great week! 

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Good For the Soul ~ #SexySnippets

My seven today come from Incidental Contact, book #3 in my Devilish De Marco Men series. Eric's explaining how he plans to teach plump, plain-Jane Amy Sizemore to feel sexy. 

 “I mean, you may only orgasm at my whim. Whenever and however I want to give you one, I’ll give you one. And you’ll accept however many I choose to give you. I’m not a one-and-done kind of guy. And no cheating. You can’t give yourself one unless I’m watching. We do that on Sundays, because masturbation’s good for the soul.”

Think my little Education major might regret asking about the syllabus? 

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Sunday, September 1, 2013

Feel the Rain ~ #SexySnippets

Where did summer go? Between  the demise of my laptop screen (Arrgh! Head bang...damn technology, can't live with it, but let it break down and you'll find out quick enough just how many ways you can't live without it) and the impending birth of my granddaughter, I haven't been posting, but Incidental Contact is still on track to be released in September, though later than I wished. And Rain on Me, my interracial rope bondage kinky love story is coming along. My seven today are from Rain on Me. Zinnie and Ray are still where we last left them, in the old bed and breakfast on Battery Row in Charleston.

(Unedited excerpt, Ray is speaking)

"Bob Dylan said some people feel the rain, while others just get wet. I think you feel the rain, Zinnie. That's what drew me to you. Ever since, I've wondered whether you'd  feel the rope that same way." His gaze was hooded, but the weight of his words made me think I could feel his stare. "Rope can be just a method to tie you up to have kinky sex. I never know, when I bind someone new, if I'll summon a shower or a unleash a storm."

Be sure to read the sexy snippets from the other participants. Check the links here, or follow on Twitter or FacebookThanks for dropping in. Have a great week! I should, my laptop is due back Thursday, with a brand new screen, a new keyboard--yes, it is possible to wear one out--and more than double the memory. Plus, any day now, I'll be a grandmother again. Second time this summer. There's no technology to help wrap my head around that. :)

Sunday, July 21, 2013

#SexySnippets ~ Ground Rules

My seven today are from Incidental Contact, Book 3 of Those Devilish De Marco Men, due to be released in September. 

“Maybe I shouldn't be worried.” As though hypnotized, Amy watched his lips move. She was startled when he slid his knuckle across her cheekbone. The light brush tingled in two distinct spots—places too far apart for her reaction to be normal. “Looks like you get hot pretty easy.”
Okay, seriously, I’m starting to understand why women line up to fuck him. 

What remained a mystery was why he was acting like he wanted to fuck her.

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Sunday, July 14, 2013

#SexySnippets ~ In Knots

Seven more from Rain on Me.
Zinnie's on the verge of getting her wish--to be tied up and at Ray's command. 
Tweaked the cover again. I think I'm done now...but I've said that before.  :p

The lamps blinked, steadied, and went out again, plunging the room into twilight. She was unable to see his face now, but his fingers were visible, silhouetted against the pristine cord. Every knot he undid seemed to reform inside her tummy. When he gripped the stretcher and pulled the wooden bar free, the hissing sound the cord made, whipping through the holes, sent her heart into her throat. She couldn't seem to take a deep breath. Winding a length of rope around his fist, he finally spoke, “Did you know I spent eight years in the Navy?” His teeth were a bright gleam in the semi-darkness, and though she couldn't see his eyes, she felt his stare. "If I tie you up, Zinnie, I may never let you go."

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Monday, July 8, 2013

Monday Night Bleacher Report ~ Guarding the Line Chapter 10, cont.

Ah, Atlanta. We have the largest division lead in the game and only one All-star. One sportswriter suggested we're the Rodney Dangerfield of sports at the moment. Yet, come September, I doubt anyone will recall how many each team send to Citi Field next week. But just for the record, I want to quote Yahoo Sports Network contributor Anthony Schrieber:

"To paraphrase a ranting diatribe, Freeman should not have to be pitted against a rookie -- scratch that, it is too early to even call him a rookie -- an MLB fetus -- there, that's better -- like Puig."

So, there. Let's go to dinner with Mike and Verity. Perhaps whats on their plates will be more palatable.


“And this is because of that freak show family you referred to?” Why couldn’t he let the topic rest.
Verity nearly upset her water glass, grabbing for her champagne. While she chugged the glass’s contents, she wondered whether to lie. “Look, I’ll try to explain. My father belongs to a… community, I guess you’d call it. He decided he wanted three wives at once. "With me so far?"
His eyes widened, but she didn't see judgement... yet. He nodded. 
“My mother deceived him about who she was and where she came from.  He had strict ideas about what he was looking for in a wife, and she didn’t meet his standards. He kicked us out of that community before I was born. I grew up with her people, in a place that didn’t accept me because of my father. Are you still following this?” Getting only another nod, she hurried to finish. “He changed his mind when I was twelve and took me away from her. He didn’t stick around, mind you, but I was raised with Sage and Rosemary after that. Only, because of my mother, that community didn’t accept me either. I don’t fit in anywhere, other than with my sisters, and maybe my grandfather.”
“So, this is a religious thing?”
“It’s exactly that.  But I questioned my own worth for a long time. I like to think I got past it, but most of my experiences add up to disappointment if I let myself forget I’m anyone other than the kid who wasn’t wanted anywhere.”
“My father teaches comparative religion at a small college in Oregon. I was raised to believe all religions have part of the answer, and to respect each and every one of them.  Nobody’s completely wrong and nobody’s completely right, according to my dad. Religion can be a cruel tool, a way of categorizing people without taking the time to see their worth as individuals. I didn’t mean to upset you, Vee. What I guess I was after was funny stories about sisters so close in age, but I can tell by the tears you’re trying not to shed, maybe there wasn’t much to laugh about. I’m sorry if you think I pushed you too fast and too hard.”
“I’m flattered you seem to care, actually.”
Her story rubbed every nerve in his body the wrong way.  Protective instincts he didn’t know he had made him want—make that need to—wring her father’s neck. “But now the three of you are close?”  He had to know somebody cared about her.
She smiled and the pain in her eyes seemed to lessen. “We are now. I mean, all we really have is each other.  We fight, don’t get me wrong.  We’re very different people.  Sage probably loves Him the most, and because he loves nobody, it makes her seek male approval and attention.  Rose is hot-tempered and judgmental. That aloofness is her way of protecting herself.  But when push comes to shove, we stick together, no matter what.”
“Now it’s my turn to be flattered,” he murmured.  “You must have a well-developed sense of self-protection too, but you opened up to me.”
“You didn’t give me much of a choice,” she pointed out, tearing her gaze away to glance meaningfully around them.  “Besides, I learned to get along with everybody.”
And keep that wall up to protect herself, too, he’d bet.  “I was right though.  I had to do something drastic to stop you from turning me into just another guy you needed to protect yourself from.”
“I was right, too,” she insisted, fixing him with a glare. “You are trouble on two legs.”
There was something about this woman. Intuition told him complete honesty was the way to go.  “I’m laid back, as you say, but when I see something I want, I go after it. If that makes me trouble in your book, then you need to spell it with a capital T.”
 “And you want more than sex from me?”
Mike knew he was dissatisfied with his life. He had a successful career, but needed something else. Though he couldn’t define why, he sensed she was that something. “I want to see you mad, so I can tease you into a better mood.  I want to see you tired, so I can rub your back and help you relax. I want to open my eyes in the morning and see you look at me the way you did when you walked in this restaurant, like everything’s right with your world because I’m in it. I want that a lot.”
“Why me?”
“Because every cell in my body tells me you’re special, maybe more than special.”  He reached to stroke her face, and when she pressed her face against his palm, emotion made his hand tremble. “The real question here is what you need in return. Be honest with me, because I’ve never felt anything like this in my life. Men can be hurt, too, Verity.”
The vulnerability in his eyes had her heart in a second.  His words were like balm to the deep wounds caused by rejection.  The attraction had sizzled between them since the moment she’d looked in his eyes at that tattoo parlor.  Somehow they had skipped right past the initial stages of attraction to the place where it was time for declarations.  The truth might make him run away screaming, but she wasn’t willing to let dishonesty screw this up.  Even if the truth ultimately might mean another rejection.  “I need someone who can accept the unacceptable.  Someone willing to be open-minded and not afraid of the unknown.  I hear what you’re saying, Mike. More than that, I feel it myself. I’ll be just as honest as you are, because that’s who I am.  Do I think I could see your face every morning and be sure everything is right with my world because you are there?  Yes.  But my world might be the thing that you can’t accept, the thing that makes you not want an ‘us’.”
“Take a chance on me, Verity.  I was raised to be open-minded.  I told you already, I’m not rational about you.  Quit over-thinking this.  Go with your gut the way you did last night.  You wanted me, and you reached for me.  Now I want more of you.  It’s that simple.”
Too deep in conversation to order, they'd waved off the waitress.  “Are you hungry?” he asked. “Or can we go someplace else?”
 “I took a cab, hoping you’d offer me a ride home.” 
He gave her a grin as he motioned for the check. “Rosemary suggested I ask to see your beach.”
“You need to stay away from my sisters." she punched his arm as they left the restaurant. He placed the arm around her, hugging her to his side.
“You mean those two unattractive women I had to beg for your phone number?"
She fervently wished her crystals had shown her how this turned out. He sure sounded special.

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