Monday, March 4, 2013

What do men want?!?

I'm no expert on what men want. Considering that I write heroes, I'd like to think I know a little about what speeds through their minds.

1. Talk like a man. No, I don't mean lower your voice and talk in deeper tones. Have you ever been talking to your man about something important and they give you about five minutes of their attention and then you notice their eyes start to wander? Whenever telling them a story, cut out the small details and highlight the important information  Simplify it into black and white. Not that he isn't smart enough to understand complex, but he just wants  to get to the point quick.

2. Cuddle him. Women are known for being the cuddle-rs, but men like it too. Grab his hand. Kiss him when he least expects it. Any non-sexual form of attention. Too bad men are socialized to hide their desire for affection.We may need to guide him down the path of PDA with gentleness and patience.

3. Tell him that he did a great job. Everyone likes to be told they are appreciated. Show him how valued he is.

4. Sense of humor. Did you know that men find a woman's sense of humor as sexy as he finds her body? So go ahead, laugh with him and at him.

5. Asks what he wants. He may be afraid to tell you what he wants because he thinks you'll get mad. And, his goal, believe it or not, is to please you. Ask him what he likes, especially in bed. Overcoming inhibitions brings couples closer, not to mention that having someone doing exactly what you like brings much pleasure. Pleasuring the one you love is an ego boosts, and will increase his libido.

6.Tell him what you want. Same as asking him what he wants, don't be afraid to tell him what your expectations are. Pleasure is a two way street.

Enjoy one another!!

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Can a past love become their future?
The Thorntons’ mansion is full of timeless secrets waiting to be unraveled. When small-town journalist Ivy and ghost hunter Max are stuck in the forgotten, dilapidated house, they find more than just a haunting. Ivy finds herself dreaming of the former owners, Marcus Thornton and his lovely wife, Elizabeth. Their profound love was once the talk of the town, and the cause their mysterious, untimely deaths never found. When Ivy’s dreams begin to become reality, the mystery starts to unravel and sheds truth on more than just the past.
WARNING: Graphic language, naughty ghosts, a non-committal male, and a love that endures beyond time and death.
A Lyrical Press Paranormal Romance

All rights reserved, Lyrical Press, Inc.
EIvy stepped into the corridor. She stopped and listened. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a shadow sweep across the wall. She turned as it disappeared. “Hello?” No answer. She stomped down the hall and burst into the room. “Hello–”
The room was empty.Ivy swallowed the taste of fright. A shiver raced across her skin. She had seen someone, or had she? She rubbed her eyes. Maybe the shadows were playing tricks on her.
A loud crack in the floor behind her sent Ivy twisting. The sun from the window blinded her. She acted on impulse. She drew her fist back and punched–landing on something solid. The force behind her connection with skin and bone sent her off balance, flailing backward. A hand on her wrist pulled her hard against a steely frame.
She met a dark stare, just as she felt wobbling. The impact of her body had sent him a step back. He lost his balance. Together they fell. The air whooshed from his chest as Ivy landed on top of the stranger.
She closed her eyes and remained still. She wanted nothing more than for the floor to swallow her. Several long seconds floated by. Neither of them said a word. She finally opened her eyes.
Embarrassed and confused, Ivy laid her palms against his shoulders, pushing herself up. She looked directly into his not-so-pleased expression and gulped. Enchanting green eyes, prominent cheekbones, midnight hair…and a pissed-off set to his jaw. She’d made a mistake–a huge one. “Max Shepard.” It wasn’t a question.
He narrowed his eyes. “Ivy Kennedy, journalist and amateur boxer?”
The deep, rich tone of his voice did funny things to the pit of her stomach. His voice wasn’t the only toned part of him. Pressed together gave her an up close and personal testimonial of his physical assets. Broad chest, tight abs to long legs, she could feel tight muscles and a curious bulge. She scooted her hip around the swelling in his jeans. Heat and realization spread through her body.
One corner of his mouth lifted. “It’s my cell.” Could he see straight through her?
He reached into his pocket and held up his phone. Ivy was certain her skin changed into the perfect color of mortification. She wondered just how bad this could get. Pasting a smile on her face, she said, “Nice to meet you.” The temperature rose between them into the triple digits. Their bodies seemed to melt together. He didn’t look like the pictures she’d seen on the internet. He looked more distinguished in person. “You’re older than I thought,” she blurted.
“Older, in a good way.” She licked her bottom lip and nervously pushed her hair behind her ear. “My mother said I have a bad habit of saying the most awkward things and rambling–” She swallowed. “–like I am now.” She moved slightly.
His zipper started to swell again. Was that another cell phone in his pocket, or… Before her mind could complete the thought, he wrapped his large hands around her waist and lifted her off him. He set her on her feet as he came to stand in front of her. “That’s better,” he said as he backed up. “Damn.” He kicked rug that must have been the reason behind their fall.
He stood there, silent. This was a complete disaster. She’d managed to give him a black eye to match the dark scowl on his face. She needed to start searching for a new job. Marshall would have her head for this.

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