Saturday, August 31, 2013

Second Ride Cowboy--a new excerpt

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Lila jerked. Busted! His gaze held her in the mirror. Time ticked and he made no effort to cover himself and she didn’t bother leaving. He stood there proud as one corner of his mouth lifted.
The audacity of the man.
Her exit from the situation would only take four, maybe five steps and through the door to salvation from the torment. So why wouldn’t her feet move? He grew hard and his cock pointed at the ceiling. She swallowed the tightness in her throat. Talk about a power high. Her face flooded with warmth and the heat spread downward until it curled deliciously around every nerve ending between her thighs. All she wanted to do was slide her fingers along every contour, every solid muscle of his body, following with her mouth. She hadn’t felt so out of control since the accident and guessed this could be considered the affects from a dry spell. Duke had been the last man she’d had sex with, and she knew she’d been his. Did he miss it as much as she did? Of
course, she knew the answer.
Her gaze locked on the hard proof saluting her. He was the perfect height that if she bent over the sink, he’d have entrance into…

Oh hell!
Clearing her throat, she forced her focus on a safer region of his body, yet she couldn’t pinpoint which part wouldn’t provoke some naughty thought. Doing her best, she studied the area between his brows. “I did knock,” she finally said.
He reached to his left and retrieved a towel, wrapping the material around his waist. Her libido whimpered in disappointment. What had she expected? That he’d devour her like he had many times before? A woman could hope. She wouldn’t have turned him away, even if her life had depended on it.
“Is this your habit? Invading someone’s privacy?” Duke removed the pieces of TP and closed the distance between them, and just when she thought he was coming to her, he moved past to the dresser, leaving a fresh soap scent in his trail. “I thought we agreed you’d stay in your own part of the house. Unless you just wanted to check out the goods.”
She saw his ego hadn’t suffered any trauma. Rolling her eyes, she shook her head in disbelief. “Don’t flatter yourself. Although, I must say, one muscle in your body has no problem standing. I guess some things never change.”
He was smiling when he turned to look at her. “And don’t flatter yourself, darlin’. The libido isn’t dead, just too bad we are. Blame the erection on lack of entertainment. It’d happen to anyone.”
“Is that right?” Before she debated the consequences, she took several steps until she stood in front of him and brought her hand up to his chest, sliding one finger along the taut, moist skin. His sex grew past the edge of the towel.

He blinked and his mouth thinned. “What the hell are you doing?”

Monday, August 26, 2013

Killing your babies...I'm talking writing

I've had hit a road block of a lifetime and I'm not getting any sympathy. The wee one is running around yelling, "It's a box. It's a box. It's a box!Mom!Mom!Mom!" until I finally acknowledge that yes, it's a box.  The middle one is having a minor crisis...girl stuff. Yes, I realize girls can be catty. I've lived long enough to understand cattiness very well. My laptop is beeping at me to plug it in. It never fails that the moment I sit down and get comfy I've got to jump back up. Oh...and there goes the dryer chime. Laundry day...grrr.

Okay, I'm sure you're thinking that I should get on with it...

Here it is, I am writing Book 2 of my Wicked Wolves series. I'm about 4000 words in and if I have to "kill my baby" I can because I've  done a lot worse in the past. I've nixed in excess of 20,000 words, not once but a few times. Starting again isn't always a bad thing. A blank canvas is like a new, brighter day. I could continue on, write, write, write and worry about the nonsense later. I've written enough NaNoWriMo that this can work. I've published two books from the chaotic, unedited, shitty work...of course when I submitted them they were polished, and if I say so myself, great stories.

Let me tell you about Book 1...Wicked Pleasures. It's about a wolf and his determination to break a 100 year old spell that has left his family living as humans, unable to shift into wolves. One woman played a role in the demise of his pack, and she died many, many years ago; however, her blood runs through a descendant and she is the only one who can help him break the curse.

The fact is, writing isn't always fun. Writers spend a lot of time working hard, polishing, researching and second guessing. There have been times I've spent 12 uninterrupted hours of writing only to accomplish a mere 1000 words. Something this tedious isn't meant to be fun; however, it's very satisfying and the benefits far outweigh the challenges. Writing makes life funner. It makes life bearable.

I'm diving in. I'm feeling inspired.


Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Guest Author--W. Lynn Chantale


I'm excited to have the talented W. Lynn Chantale visiting today. Welcome...


Tell us a little about yourself...
Hmm, this is always difficult because I never really know what to say or what someone really wants to know. I love to laugh. I don’t like movies that make me cry. I hate cooking, but love to bake. My patience is reserved for loved ones and those on a case by case basis. Let’s see what else, adventure is fun, boredom is death and my mind resides at 69 Gutter Lane. Other than that, I’m married have three children (who think I’m wickedly awesome) and have been writing since grade school.

When did you start writing?
I started writing so many years ago from making up mystery stories about a four year old sleuth to romance. Now I’m here. :-)

Do you write full-time or do you work a dirty day job?
Yes, I write full-time and I love it. I traded in my dirty day job about two years ago you pursue my dream.

Do you believe in love at first sight, or love must blossom?
Both and I’ve experienced both. Now as to which one lasts longer I really couldn’t say.

What is your most uncomfortable moment?
I’ve had so many over the years and none are fit for sharing. :-)



Name Your Ten Temptations...

Pet: Cat or dog? Cat

Material: cashmere, silk, cotton or denim? Cashmere

Hair length: long, shoulder, shaggy, short or bald? shoulder

Eye color: brown, blue, green or hazel? blue

Performing arts: 0pera, ballet, Broadway or symphony? Symphony

Jewelry: diamonds, pearls, jade or rhinestones? Diamonds

Flowers: orchids, roses, lilies or daisies? Orchids



Embittered by divorce, Dexter Carson resolves to live without love or family. When he arrives at a job site, the last thing he anticipates is his instant attraction to the ebony-haired client. But work comes first, and he's determined to maintain a professional distance, no matter how his body reacts to her soft scent and feminine curves.
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Beautiful, intelligent, Molly Crosby, always doubted a man would love her, and now that she's forced to care for her infant niece, all hope seems lost. But when she meets Dexter the rugged contractor, she longs to discover what's behind his solemn demeanor, especially when he rewards her with a devastating smile.

When a bombshell threatens the tender relationship that’s been fostered, will Molly's love be enough to overcome the mistakes of the past, or will Dexter walk away on his only chance at love and family?


She’d locked the door, something he advised all his clients to do until they felt comfortable enough. Dexter knocked again. 
A faint, “coming,” drifted through the door along with the quick shuffle of feet. A moment later the lock scraped back and the door flung open. 
His breath caught in his throat. Soft, tousled curls framed her face, giving her the allure of some sensual pin-up girl. Genuine delight lit her light brown eyes as her full, pouty lips were parted in greeting. He couldn’t stop himself. His body moved on its own volition and he found his mouth on hers. She curled her fingers in his shirt as he dragged her closer, molding her voluptuous curves to his lean, hard frame. 
She opened for him, receiving his kiss as if she’d been waiting for it all day. He drifted a hand down the curve of her spine until he grabbed a handful of her luscious rear. Her arms tightened around his neck as he lifted her slightly, settling in the vee of her thighs. He tangled his other hand in her hair, drawing her head back to give him better access to her mouth. 
She tasted like a promise whispered on a moonlit night. He deepened the kiss, savoring her unique flavor, allowing it to roll across his tongue and take root where he’d never be able to remove her. She made a small noise in the back of her throat as she seemed to press her lithe body even closer, grinding against his arousal. Lightning arced from his erection, through his veins. Abruptly he pushed her away. 
“I—oh God!” He dragged a hand across his head, dislodging his cap. It fluttered to the floor with a quiet thud. 
Molly clutched the counter behind her, her eyes a little unfocused. Dexter took in her dazed appearance, kiss swollen lips, and wanted to gather her in his arms again. A siren’s smile curved that sensuous mouth and he longed to sample her sweetness again. 
“I haven’t been kissed like that since high school graduation,” she murmured.
The silken rasp of her voice danced over him, making him long for a whole heart and an eternity to explore this sizzling attraction. But his heart wasn’t whole and he’d totally lost his head. With a client at that. When she extended her hand, he stumbled back. 
“Ms. Crosby. I—” he began. 
“It’s Molly, especially if you’re going to kiss me like that.” Humor filled her eyes. She stepped forward and he put more distance between them. “Dexter, please sit.” Another step. He shook his head, but stayed put. “I enjoyed the kiss and I’m glad it happened.” 
Surprise coursed through him and must have shown on his face. Her smile widened. “But…” 
She stood in front of him and gently twined her fingers with his. He looked down at the way their hands fit together. They felt right. He dragged his thumb against the smoothness of her skin, reveling in the satiny softness. She’d felt so good when he held her. He stifled a groan and tried to pull away, but she retained his hand. 
“Dexter, I know you may think this is forward of me. But I want to get to know you. I felt something the first time I saw you.” 
He could only stare and shake his head. 
She moved closer, her breasts brushing his chest. “Maybe not now, but in time.” She palmed his cheek. “All I’m asking for is for you to give a little. I’m willing to wait.” 
The hopeful note in her voice touched a need deep inside, where he forced all his dreams and desires. He studied her a long moment. She was being open and honest with him and where most women would’ve slapped his face, she’d embraced the kiss, offering to get to know him better. He didn’t have the right to make her wait for something that would never happen. “Molly…” 

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Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Lovestruck Giveaway Hop



LOVESTRUCK GIVEAWAY HOP

Giveaway Hop Hosted by Under the Covers, runs August 14 – August 20
Love-struck: (adjective) having a passionate or overwhelming feeling of love; smitten
Is there a book or a series that you have read which has left you completely smitten? A hero/heroine that makes other heroes/heroines pale in comparison to the feelings you have for your “true” love? Are you left feeling dissatisfied because there is just nothing else that can compare?

Leave a comment and enter to win one eBook copy of Second Ride Cowboy. Good luck and best wishes.

Love is such a splendid thing, but if I say that I don't believe in love at first sight, would you think less of me as a writer of romance? What I do believe in is lust at first sight. This isn't a bad thing because the lust factor is what attracts us to one another. Without that initial WOWZA factor we wouldn't be drawn to them. What comes after lust? Yup, you got it...love. But before we can reach that point, I think we've gotta know a person. Do they leave their clothes on the floor for days? Do they burp in public? Do they have a bush the size of a forest? I'm joking...at least a tad. We wouldn't break it off with someone because they don't shave their pubes, right? Hmm...I've heard lack of grooming is a deal breaker for some.

Everyone has flaws, right? When I'm talking "flaws" I'm not talking the do-it-and-we're-done rules...1. cheating 2. acting like a POS.  I'm referring to the forgivable flaws. My characters all have flaws, physical and emotional, some more than others. 

So, I thought I'd put a few of my heroes in the hot seat. I'm going to have a chat with each of them and ask what they believe is their best and worst quality.

First up is...

Second Ride Cowboy. 

Hero: Duke McGraw. A rancher who is known for his commitment issues. Has been in an off and on again relationship with Lila. Recently, he woke up from an 18 month coma. What's a man to do when everything has changed?
Me: Hi, Duke.

Duke: Hello there. *sexy Texan drawl*

Me: Can you tell me what you consider your biggest flaw?

Duke: *scratching his chin* Ain't every man entitled to a few flaws? I've been called a stubborn ass a few times, but I'm not an emotionless dick. 

Me: Uhh...maybe a tad bit commitment phobic?

Duke: *one brow pops up* I guess you'd know. A man can change with the right woman. Even I'm capable of change.

Me: What would you consider your greatest asset?

Duke: *chuckles* Well, darlin', the saddle ain't the only place I ride like a pro.


Next up... Friends With Benefits
Sebastian Matthews has qualities most women love in a man...he bakes, he plays guitar, he is handsome and he makes a great best friend. Always a friend and never a lover...but he hopes to change that.

Me: Sebastian, you seem a little uncomfortable.
Sebastian: Slightly. I don't like being in the hot seat.
Me: I'll make this easy for you.
Sebastian: *relaxing* Okay, I'm all ears.
Me: Do you have any personality flaws?
Sebastian: *laughing* The list is long. You want only one?
Me: Yes.
Sebastian: I'm too good a friend.
Me: You consider that a flaw? Some would say that's an asset.
Sebastian: Not when it's hard to prove you can be more than just a friend.
Me: I hear you. I already know your best asset. Those cinnamon rolls you make that are the best this side of the country. Care to share the secret?
Sebastian: *grinning* Love, sweetheart. I put love into every bite.



Shawn Conner is rough, tough and a military hero. Problem is, he has a secret, one that could change his future for the good or bad. 


Me: You're sweaty, Shawn. Did I catch you at a bad time?
Shawn: I just finished working on one of the girls.
Me: Girls?
Shawn: *winking* An old plane sitting in the hangar.
Me: Oh. Can I ask a quick question?
Shawn: Sure
Me: Not that I can see many flaws, but do you have any character flaws?
Shawn: Is this a trick question? *laughing*
Me: No tricks.
Shawn: I'm not big on communication. A man like me doesn't have to communicate with a plane. When it comes to women I'm afraid I'm a bit rusty.
Me: I hear you can fix any engine. So, you're good with your hands?
Shawn: I haven't gotten any complaints yet.


Excerpt for With Honor:

“I think you’re lost, sweetheart.”
With a deep breath, she turned to face him. Caught by the clearest, bluest eyes she’d ever seen, she went wobbly in the knees. Somehow she didn’t remember them being so blue, almost jewel-like. There were a lot of things she didn’t recall. He was taller than she’d thought, at least a head taller than her.
Staring was about all that she could do. He remained silent. His eyes lit up, as if he found this humorous. Wasn’t he the least bit bothered that she’d cornered him in the bathroom? She cursed the fact that he seemed calm while her insides quivered. Her heart beat fast and hard against her ribs. Every nerve ending came alive. Her life was about to change, again.
Back straight, she hoped she caught him with her best stern look. “No, I’m not lost,” she said.
His face went blank.
Time seemed to stand still, until finally he gave a nonchalant shrug. He turned to the urinal, unzipped his pants and continued with his business, all while she kept her eyes on his broad back. Disbelief and anger shimmied up her spine. How dare he!
Finished, he turned and crossed the small distance to the sink. Arrogantly, he kept his gaze on her while he washed his hands. “Well, help yourself then.” He nodded toward the white basin. “It might be a tad uncomfy though, with those heels.” One corner of his mouth lifted in wry humor.
“I didn’t come in here to use the bathroom, thank you. I like your wit, though. Too bad I’m not interested in playing games.”
The area between his brows wrinkled. “Then what? Since I can’t entertain you with my games, what can I do for you?”
She slid her fists to her hips and cocked her chin to the right. “What do you mean by that?” Did he think this was funny?
Finishing washing his hands, he flicked off the excess water and grabbed for a paper towel, still keeping his ice-blue gaze securely on her. And then, to send her irritation through the roof, he started laughing and nodding his head. “Okay, okay. I get it. Did the guys put you up to this? How much did they pay you to come in here?” He tossed the used paper into the wastebasket and then closed the area between them. “What’d they ask you to do? Seduce me? Is this a gift or a joke?” His eyes slowly slithered down her body. “At least they have good taste.”
“What?”
Reaching into his pocket, he produced a wallet and opened it.
She watched in horror.
“I’ll pay you double.”
Her gasp echoed off the ceramic walls.
Shrugging, he said, “Or triple, but that’s as high as I will go. Even a hot woman like you isn’t worth more than that, when all I plan to do is send you back where you came from with a goodbye and sincere good luck.”
“How dare you! I came in here to talk to you.” Her palm ached to slap him senseless. He deserved it. Anger boiled her blood. Her teeth clenched until she heard a gritting noise warning she’d break a tooth if she didn’t relax.
* * * *
Looking down at the woman who stood glaring at him, he wasn’t sure what to think. She looked like she could pop a vein. Her lips were pinched and her steely green glower nailed him with the intensity of a gun. Shuffling through his brain, back and forth, up and down, he tried figuring out whether he knew her. Nope, he’d remember if he’d ever met her. A woman like her, with her long, dark hair, pretty green eyes, and petite curvy body, would be unforgettable–even if she seemed a bit loony. Maybe she’d tipped the bottle a little too much that evening. He could understand that, although he hadn’t been drunk in years. Once he’d hit his thirties he’d had no use for getting drunk. “Did you say ‘talk’?” he asked.
“You’re lucky I don’t scream.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
Without a doubt, this woman was crazy. He didn’t need drama. He’d had enough over the last few months. Instinct told him he needed to cool off the situation before it got out of hand.
The strange woman’s face grew redder with each passing second. Did she mean him bodily harm? Not that he feared a five-foot, one hundred-pound woman, but he did wonder. In fact, he found it somewhat entertaining, although he didn’t dare laugh. Hell, he guessed she’d flip her lid and he didn’t want any part of that. “Can we please cut the drama? Can you just tell me what I’ve done, or said?”
Pointing her finger into the middle of his chest, she said through tight lips, “You’re unbelievable.”
“Okay.” Now he was totally lost.
“Are you going to stand there and pretend that you don’t know me? What type of man are you? And you call yourself a soldier? I have a few words I can think of to describe you. You might think this is amusing, but I assure you there is nothing about this situation that you’ll find worthy of a smile.”
Closing his wallet, he pushed the leather trifold back into the side pocket of his ABU pants. He sighed in growing irritation. If he found out his men had put this woman up to this as a joke, he’d kick their asses. “Look, lady–”
“Lady? Lady?” She all but screeched the word.
“Okay, sorry.” What piece of information was missing here?
Her mouth fell open. Her eyes teared up. Would she cry?
His heart sank. He could think of nothing worse than a woman in tears. Somehow he knew this wasn’t going to be a winning situation. Instinct told him he had just taken a front seat on a roller coaster of horror.
“You slept with me. Remember? Jasmine Sinclaire? Do you understand? Apparently it’s true. Men think with their parts…” Her attention dropped to his zipper and then back up. “Not their brains.” Her jaw cocked. She looked like she would puke or release a pent-up demon. He didn’t want any part of either one.
Confusion growing thicker, he leaned back against the sink, crossed his legs at the ankles and tucked his arms across his chest. “Jasmine…” Nice name. “That’s a flower, right?”
“A flower and a name…my name,” she snapped.
“A beautiful flower,” he murmured. Some of the tension released from her jaw and he got a better look at her. She was beautiful, no doubt. And because he felt a manly twitch in a lower part of his anatomy, he decided to roll with the conversation a bit longer. It’d been a while since he’d been with a woman. He’d only been back from Iraq for a short time and the opportunity for sex hadn’t presented itself. He’d been busy and not exactly in the right mind. If he’d had to choose between watching a pretty woman or listening to his buddies talk about cars, women and proving who had the biggest cajones, he’d choose the former each and every time without hesitation, even if that particular woman had lost her mind.
“I’m at a little bit of a disadvantage here, Jasmine. I believe you’ve mistaken me for someone else.” He felt sorry for the poor soul she looked for, because the man would have rip marks from head to toe after this woman finished with him. He’d like to be witness to that. A man getting his balls busted was always entertaining as long as it wasn’t his jewels in a sling.
“Sergeant Conner, right? Stationed here at Lackland, thirty-nine years old, served in Iraq and Afghanistan? A fighter pilot for the Air Force. Mother Jean, father Jarold.”
Had she just read his obituary? The woman did mean him harm.
How’d she know all that? Yeah, he had to admit, those stats caught him off guard. But then he realized that information was public record. Anyone with half a brain could look up those details. “Sorry, but those aren’t deep secrets.” He shrugged, ready to call it a finale.
“You grew up in Ohio, on a farm, where you used to skinny dip in a fishing pond. When you were ten, a group of girls caught you buck naked, and I’m sure a little embarrassed. Considering it was chilly coming out of the water, and we know what cold does to certain sensitive parts, you were nicknamed Tiny.” Her gaze dropped with precision to his zipper before nailing him again. “After that, you swam only if you had shorts. And then people wondered if the name Tiny held any truth.” She laughed.
Sadly, he knew the story…but it wasn’t his story.


Friday, August 9, 2013

Ella's Turning What? Blog Hop!!!

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A $100 Amazon or Barnes and Noble Gift Card (winner's choice)

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Please be sure to check out all of the generous participants this weekend. You can find them here...
Happy Birthday to the talented Ella Jade!!!
Comment on my post and I'll give away one eBook copy of With Honor. Thank you and good luck.

A few years ago, on my birthday (and yes, I’d had a couple of drinks) I was looking outside into the dark sky and saw a blinking, stationary light. The longer I stared, the stranger it became. Then, ever so slowly, the orb-like image drifted until fading into the night. To this day, I’m not sure…
Do you believe in aliens? I watched a movie, Dark Skies, and it was pretty convincing that there could other life in the universe other than the human race. I’m a writer so I have an open, creative mind and I’ve thought up a lot stranger things than aliens. With that said, whether you believe or not, I bet we’ve all wondered a few times. Strange lights in the sky…shadows down a darkened hall…mysterious bites on our body non-related to spiders or kinky sex…a partner who suddenly wakes up acting ridiculous…
Exactly how many people believe in aliens? More than a third of America believes. That’s a lot considering that’s about (if my calculations are correct) 80 million people.  79% of the population believes the government is hiding facts about aliens.
If an alien knocked on your door, what would you do? Would you grab a gun and shoot? I’m no expert but I bet an alien would be protected by some invisible wall. What if the creature wanted to take you aboard the spaceship and run tests on you, but promise to bring you back when they’ve found everything they need to know? If an alien penetrated my thoughts I could imagine it would be quite flabbergasted. I wonder if aliens even understand what sex is.
So…do you believe or not?

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Looking down at the woman who stood glaring at him, he wasn’t sure what to think. She looked like she could pop a vein. Her lips were pinched and her steely green glower nailed him with the intensity of a gun. Shuffling through his brain, back and forth, up and down, he tried figuring out whether he knew her. Nope, he’d remember if he’d ever met her. A woman like her, with her long, dark hair, pretty green eyes, and petite curvy body, would be unforgettable–even if she seemed a bit loony. Maybe she’d tipped the bottle a little too much that evening. He could understand that, although he hadn’t been drunk in years. “Did you say ‘talk’?” he asked.
“You’re lucky I don’t scream.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
Without a doubt, this woman was crazy. He didn’t need drama. He’d had enough over the last few months. Instinct told him he needed to cool off the situation before it got out of hand.
The strange woman’s face grew redder with each passing second. Did she mean him bodily harm? Not that he feared a five-foot, one hundred-pound woman, but he did wonder. In fact, he found it somewhat entertaining, although he didn’t dare laugh. Hell, he guessed she’d flip her lid and he didn’t want any part of that. “Can we please cut the drama? Can you just tell me what I’ve done, or said?”
Pointing her finger at him, she said through tight lips, “You’re unbelievable.”
“Okay.” Now he was totally lost.
“Are you going to stand there and pretend that you don’t know me? What type of man are you? And you call yourself a soldier? I have a few words I can think of to describe you. You might think this is amusing, but I assure you there is nothing about this situation that you’ll find worthy of a smile.”
Closing his wallet, he pushed the leather trifold back into the side pocket of his ABU pants. He sighed in growing irritation. If he found out his men had put this woman up to this as a joke, he’d kick their asses. “Look, lady–”
“Lady? Lady?” She all but screeched the word.
“Okay, sorry.” What piece of information was missing here?
Her mouth fell open. Her eyes teared up. Would she cry?
His heart sank. He could think of nothing worse than a woman in tears. Somehow he knew this wasn’t going to be a winning situation. Instinct told him he had just taken a front seat on a roller coaster of horror.
“You slept with me. Remember? Jasmine Sinclaire? Do you understand? Apparently it’s true. Men think with their parts…” Her attention dropped to his zipper and then back up. “Not their brains.” Her jaw cocked. She looked like she would puke or release a pent-up demon. He didn’t want any part of either one.
Confusion growing thicker, he leaned back against the sink, crossed his legs at the ankles and tucked his arms across his chest. If she wanted to play a game, he’d go along with it, at least for a short while. “Jasmine…” Nice name. “That’s a flower, right?”
“A flower and a name…my name,” she snapped.
“A beautiful flower,” he murmured. Some of the tension released from her jaw and he got a better look at her. She was beautiful, no doubt. And because he felt a manly twitch in a lower part of his anatomy, he decided to roll with the conversation a bit longer.

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Summer Lovin' Blog Hop

Welcome to the Summer Lovin' Blog Hop. 
Over fifty authors and bloggers have joined together to give you the chance to win an awesome bundle of books as well as read some great posts. Be sure to go to each blog  and comment with your email to up your chances of winning. Each comment counts as an entry! Our lovely bloggers are also offering individual prizes so be sure to check them out.


Comment and enter to win an ebook copy of Second Ride Cowboy.
Summer Body means Smooth Body

Most people prepare months ahead to get their body ready for summer. We work out more, we tan, we change our hair to a lighter color...and most importantly, we get rid of any excess hair, especially "down there." There's nothing worse than sporting an itty, bitty, sexy bikini and oops! you have unsightly thick hair sticking out everywhere. 

Grooming pubes becomes personal choice. There are options to meet everyone's wants and needs...

1. The Brazilian was introduced in New York City in 1987 by, you guessed it, Brazilian women and has grown in popularity. This method differs from a normal wax job because everything from A to B is removed. This trend has started other fashions, like "vajazzling." Jewels in the nether regions--I'm talking karats not gonads.

2. "The Landing Strip"  is for those who like a little bit of hair and a thin, trimmed strip remains. 

3. Hairstyles, yes, I did say hairstyles.  Grooming is known as landscaping (for women) and manscaping (for men). And yes, for those who like living on the edge, you can change the design. 

Here are some that I found at http://lighthousebeachtimes.com/pubic.html
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Any of those float your boat?

Do women expect men to manscape? I'd say the answer is yes. Pubes hold in odor, which is never a good thing. Also, something to take into consideration, a thinned out bush makes things look bigger. And that is always a good thing. There are no social standards to grooming, and although I don't think anyone's going to turn away intimacy because the size of the bush, I do believe those who keep it tidy appreciate the same grooming on their partner.

What do you prefer?

Here's one man who is groomed. Duke McGraw.



Blurb: 

Riding is nice. But riding with a partner is much more fun…

Duke McGraw learned the hard way that life can change in the blink of an eye. Waking up from a coma, he wants nothing more than to ride back into his life—but nothing is the same, not even Lila Sinclair. With pride the size of Texas, Duke builds a wall of anger. Bent, not broken, he climbs back into the saddle to see where the rocky trail leads him. 

Lila loves Duke—always had, always will—but the wounds of tragedy run deeper than physical. Confused by Duke’s emotional barriers, Lila is at the end of her rope but refuses to lose hope. Tough and determined, Lila’s out to lasso her cowboy. But will her nurturing heart be broken again? A man like Duke comes with risks. When playing with fire someone is bound to get scorched. 

Some flames never die, and Duke and Lila’s connection is hotter than hell. Temperatures rise on the ranch and horses aren’t the only thing being ridden. When the future is at stake, choices must be made. Beyond the scars and tragedy, will love rise again or will the second chance be the last?

Excerpt:
In one swift move, he lifted her until her legs were wrapped around his hips. He took two steps to the bed and lowered her, keeping their bodies entwined. He laid down on top of her.
He lifted his head and looked down into her bright eyes. “Tell me to stop, and I will.” His words came out on a long breath.
The tip of her tongue swept out and moistened her bottom lip. “Stop now and I shall burn and disintegrate,” she whispered.
Lifting himself up on his knees, he unfastened her shorts and removed them from her body, her pink panties followed. The air left his lungs in bittersweet yearning. “Damn, you’re so beautiful.” He ran his palm along the slight curve of her stomach and downward, running his fingers across the apex of her thighs. Vanilla entwined with the scent of sweet pussy enveloped his senses. His cock grew and he thought he’d burst.
She must have read his thoughts. She unzipped his jeans and pushed them off his hips, freeing his cock that stood full and erect. He helped by sliding them further down his legs and gave them a toss. Her fingers wrapped around him, pumping and milking, as her hips churned in invitation. Urgency washed over him. It’d been long, too long, and he searched for control. Managing his breathing and burying his face into her chest, he counted ten. When the tightness eased some, he buried his finger knuckle deep inside her silken opening. “You’re fucking hot.”
“I want you, Duke!”
“Are you taking something, baby?” he asked against her cheek. “Protection?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Removing his finger, he pressed the head of his cock against her lips and her tight muscles wrapped around him. He slid deeper as she swirled her pussy in a rhythmic motion, her fingers gripped his shoulders as he plunged into her. His balls tingled. Her body tensed and her breathing turned ragged. Her nails sank into his back and it drove him over the edge. One last jerky motion and he released.