Cowboy...Cowboy...Cowboy

Click your heels three times while saying "Cowboy. Cowboy.Cowboy." Did you land in Wizard of Cowboys? No? Hmm...Too bad.

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Second Chance Cowboy (Book 1 of Second Chance Series) available 12/02/2013. Stop over and take a sneak peek.
Book 1

Book 2

I love writing men who get their hands dirty, and Chance Taylor definitely is dirty, in many ways. What's not to love about a cowboy? From hat pulled low over his gaze, to steely jaw, along ripples of toned flesh, past lean hips, long legs to the tips of worn boots. I'm not sure about you, but when I see a sexy cowboy riding a horse I wonder if he has skills in other areas of riding? Come on...you know you do too. 

Chance still loves his ex-wife, but she hates him (passionately). So what should he do when she stumbles down a flight of stairs, hits her head and believes she's still Mrs. Chance Taylor? Should he tell her the truth and break her heart? Or, should he stay quiet and take this opportunity as a second chance? A cowboy has never been put in more of a risky situation. 

Excerpt: Second Chance Cowboy

A warning shot off like the crack of a gun inside her head. Chance equaled uncontrollable, raw desire. She fought the reckless screaming inside her mind that urged her to pluck what was there for the taking. She searched her emotions for the downsides to Chance’s love.

His masculinity was her weakness. She wanted to fall into his arms and allow his powerful energy to consume. Being with Chance came with a price and she wasn’t willing to pay. He wanted her to move on, to forget their painful past, but Carly owned her heartache. She desperately wanted to hold on to it. It was much easier to harbor guilt than face the truth.

“Look, Chance,” she started and stopped. She scrambled for the right words. “We made—no, I made a mistake in calling you last night. If I hadn’t called you then this—” She glanced at his irresistible form again. Bad idea. “This wouldn’t have happened.”

Chance smoothed his hand over his disheveled hair. He showed no sign that her words reached or moved him. His attention dropped to the sheet clasped to her body and her mouth went dry. A tingly sensation swirled her nipples. She didn’t need a mirror to know they peaked like pearls.

His tongue slipped out and moistened his bottom lip as his sugary gaze glided over her in a visual caress. He held his jade stare at the apex of her thighs and she resisted the urge to squirm. His look of confidence and command triggered naughty thoughts inside her.

The phone on the bedside table rang and Carly jerked. The shrill ring was a cold dousing to her desire. She knew she should answer it. Her mind commanded her to, but her feet wouldn’t move. She stood statue-still, her breathing loud in her ears.

The sound stopped. She told herself it was the time for closure; destroy any remaining connection between them.

“I drank a little wine, maybe more than I needed, and I felt a bit lonely. I only meant to call you and....” She raked her fingers through her tangled hair. “I don’t know why I needed to talk to you.” She sighed. Where was the self-confident Carly? “I allowed you to come over but it wasn’t an invitation into my bed.”

Chance propped a shoulder against the sleek black headboard and pinned her with his intense gaze. Carly squirmed under his penetrating stare. Butterfly wings tickled the inside of her stomach.

“Don’t freak out, Carly. We’re married. Married people have sex.”

Her gut clenched. His calm words and the casual disposition of his body trickled enjoyment. He seemed so nonchalant about the situation, and it made her furious. It always did. This was his mode of operation. He was calm, cool, collected, even in a position where some level of anxiety was courteous.

“Not two people separated for two years. And especially not when divorce papers were filed. You signed the papers, remember? The divorce is final this morning.”

Sex Facts You Won't Find in a Romance Novel

Thank goodness romance novels keep our fantasy alive--sex has no faults and it's always hot and steamy. However, in reality, things can be a bit different. Isn't it a wonder we like to read romance?

1. Cardio Work Out-- The better in shape you are, the better sex is. It's just a plain and simple fact. It takes a lot of work to pump and thrust. 

2. You are what you eat-- Yes, I've said it. I've heard the secret ingredient to "better flavor" is fruit, especially blueberries. 

3. Spillage-- Unless you use a condom, there will be leakage. Sneak into the bathroom and do five jumping jacks. Problem solved!

4. Not everyone wants to cuddle-- How can that be possible. Sex sparks the "feel good" hormones so doesn't that mean we all want to go at it like rabbits then cuddle afterward? Uh...no...In fact, don't be surprised if your partner rolls over and snores before you can spell D-O-N-E.

So, feel up to a fantasy? Thought so... Here are Book 1 and Book 2 of Second Chance Series

Sneak Peek-- https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/380344

Excerpt from Second Chance Cowboy...re-releasing December 2, 2013

A warning shot off like the crack of a gun inside her head. Chance equaled uncontrollable, raw desire. She fought the reckless screaming inside her mind that urged her to pluck what was there for the taking. She searched her emotions for the downsides to Chance’s love.

His masculinity was her weakness. She wanted to fall into his arms and allow his powerful energy to consume. Being with Chance came with a price and she wasn’t willing to pay. He wanted her to move on, to forget their painful past, but Carly owned her heartache. She desperately wanted to hold on to it. It was much easier to harbor guilt than face the truth.

“Look, Chance,” she started and stopped. She scrambled for the right words. “We made—no, I made a mistake in calling you last night. If I hadn’t called you then this—” She glanced at his irresistible form again. Bad idea. “This wouldn’t have happened.”

Chance smoothed his hand over his disheveled hair. He showed no sign that her words reached or moved him. His attention dropped to the sheet clasped to her body and her mouth went dry. A tingly sensation swirled her nipples. She didn’t need a mirror to know they peaked like pearls.

His tongue slipped out and moistened his bottom lip as his sugary gaze glided over her in a visual caress. He held his jade stare at the apex of her thighs and she resisted the urge to squirm. His look of confidence and command triggered naughty thoughts inside her.

The phone on the bedside table rang and Carly jerked. The shrill ring was a cold dousing to her desire. She knew she should answer it. Her mind commanded her to, but her feet wouldn’t move. She stood statue-still, her breathing loud in her ears.

The sound stopped. She told herself it was the time for closure; destroy any remaining connection between them.

“I drank a little wine, maybe more than I needed, and I felt a bit lonely. I only meant to call you and....” She raked her fingers through her tangled hair. “I don’t know why I needed to talk to you.” She sighed. Where was the self-confident Carly? “I allowed you to come over but it wasn’t an invitation into my bed.”

Chance propped a shoulder against the sleek black headboard and pinned her with his intense gaze. Carly squirmed under his penetrating stare. Butterfly wings tickled the inside of her stomach.

“Don’t freak out, Carly. We’re married. Married people have sex.”

Her gut clenched. His calm words and the casual disposition of his body trickled enjoyment. He seemed so nonchalant about the situation, and it made her furious. It always did. This was his mode of operation. He was calm, cool, collected, even in a position where some level of anxiety was courteous.

“Not two people separated for two years. And especially not when divorce papers were filed. You signed the papers, remember? The divorce is final this morning.”  

Book 2-- available now at Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Second-Ride-Cowboy-Chance-ebook/dp/B00DLC46AE/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=8-3&qid=1385487377

Dirty Secrets

I've collected a few of the best questions I've been asked by readers. I hope you'll still respect me by the last question...

1. What is one thing we don't know about you?

I shave my legs every day--no matter what season.

2. Shoes or Purses?

Oh nooooo...I love both. I can't choose!!!!

3. Do I enjoy taking selfies?

Of course, who doesn't?

4. What's your fool-proof sexy pose?

Head up, big smile.

5. What is the most romantic thing your man has ever done for you?

I found this out later...He and a buddy were texting and my DH divulged how much he loves me and that I am his, "better half." We know it's true when they share it with a friend.

6. Your greatest fear is...?

The monsters that live under the bed.

7. What movie are you addicted to?

Pride and Prejudice

8. What goodies are hidden in your closet?

Toys, thigh high leather boots and grandma panties (every girl needs a pair or two).

9. Your secret obsession is...?

Chocolate.

10. Cowboy or military?

Military.

5 Questions regarding the Hoo-ha

We all have questions that we don't ask anyone because fear of embarrassment silences us. Well, here are a few I know you're curious about...

1. Can my gyno tell when I had sex last? If very recent, then yes.

2. Do all vajay-jays look the same? No.

3. Can sex toys be dangerous? Friction can cause irritation, irritation can cause infections...and so forth. Lube-up and clean the toys thoroughly.

4. Can sugar make my hoo-ha itch? Yes! Back off the soda and sweets.

5. Is there anything to make the G-spot more sensitive? Yes. You can get an injection directly into the G-spot, sort of like the stuff you get to puff up your lips. The bigger question...would you allow someone to come at you with a needle, head down south and then charge you $1800? Nope, didn't think so.

Guest Author--Wendi Zwaduk

I'm excited!!! I have old (as in long time not aged) friend Wendi Zwaduk visiting today. Welcome, Wendi!!!!

Why Witches, Why Now?

I want to thank Rhonda for having me on the blog. Always good to hang out with friends. She asked me if I wanted to be on and told me I could talk about whatever I wanted. Snicker. I can talk one’s ear—or in this case eyeballs—off, so it’s not a stretch to come up with something. I decided to write about witches.

In my latest novella, I was asked to write about a witch. Mine’s not the spooky green wart encrusted kind of witch. She’s a good witch. Think Glinda, but without all the pink fluff. Havan, my witch, is a love witch. She brings love and happiness to couples who need it. Sort of a cupid, but older and with blue hair. She’s unconventional.  So what happens when a love witch can’t find her perfect match, but she manages to match up all the other people in her life?

She lets fate take over.

Havan’s issue isn’t really any different than anyone else’s. She wants to be loved. When writing, many of my characters have this idea of who they want to fall in love with. It never happens that way. Never. They always change their minds or deviate and I have to keep up. Life’s like that, too. You can plan to end up with one person, but if fate decides otherwise...you’re screwed.

Granted, I can play fate in my stories.  I know approximately who will end up together. Still, the journey is the thing. Havan’s journey begins right before Halloween at a wedding. She could intervene and use some magic, but what’s the fun in forcing the adventure?

But back to my original question in the title, why witches and why now? It’s after Halloween, yes. But honestly, witches are fun any time of the year. They are fun whether they are good or bad. Besides, where else can you write a story involving potions, spells and bottles potentially filled with really strong coffee instead of an actual potion? Hee hee.

So what does Havan do? Well, you’ll have to read Candlelit Magic to find out.

Psst – if you liked Cian, Havan’s best friend, she gets her own story. It’s coming out next year. It’s called Firelit Magic.

Here’s a little bit about Candlelit Magic:

Candlelit Magic by Wendi Zwaduk

Part of the Wanton Witches Collection

Total-E-Bound Publishing

Contemporary, Paranormal, M/F, Anal Sex

Novella

Even love witches get the blues.

Havan’s magical potions bring couples together and give them the happily ever after of their dreams. Too bad her spells don’t work for her. In Erie View, the townspeople see nothing more than a witch. All she wants is to find that special man to embrace her quirks and love her. Will she be able to accept the blessings of the Goddesses or lose faith in herself?

Neil doesn’t believe in magic. It’s trickery for television and movies. No one creates a spell for people to fall in love. Hell, he doesn’t even believe in love. After a string of crappy dates and dead-end romances, he’s through with relationships. But a chance meeting at the grocery store changes his mind. Havan’s nothing like he expects—but is the blue haired witch enough to make him give romance another shot?

Available here:

Totally Bound - http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=2346

ARe - https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-candlelitmagic-1325626-340.html

Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Candlelit-Magic-Wanton-Witches-Zwaduk-ebook/dp/B00G2BUW0E/ref=sr_1_9?ie=UTF8&qid=1382392333&sr=8-9&keywords=wendi+zwaduk

EXCERPT:

“I wanted to thank you in person for the candle. It’s very pretty.” He snapped his lips shut. Damn it. He sounded stupid. “I don’t know what I’ll use it for, but they make the house smell nice.” Shit.

She stared at him, but didn’t say anything.

“I suck at small talk.” And apparently trying to sound smooth in front of beautiful women. “What”—Neil picked up a tiny bottle filled with amber liquid—“exactly do you do here? And what is this?”

“I’m a witch.”

Matter-of-fact, no inflection in her voice. Factual and blunt. What would it take to make her smile? Blush? Call out his name when he pumped into her pussy? Oh shit, he needed to get his thoughts away from sex.

He paused a moment to make sure that he’d heard her right. “A witch?”

“Yes, and I make the potions the people in town rave about. I’m not Madame Scarlett and neither is Cian. I thought everyone in town knew, but hey, you might not have. She’s just the name I picked out when my Aunt Siobhan turned the store over to me. Cian likes red, so her hair is red and she lets everyone think she’s Madame.” Havan folded her hands on the glass display case. “I heard you say you wanted something for your sister. I remember her, vaguely. Her then boyfriend came in looking for a love potion. I gave him one and it seems to have worked.”

“Kasen?” The guy had used a love potion? He knew the general story, but to hear Melissa talk, it was love at first sight. The spell or potion or whatever came a lot later.

“Sounds right.” Havan shrugged. “They got what they wanted.”

Well, what do you know? Neil pointed to the bottle with the amber stuff inside. “This? Is this what they used?” He needed to keep her talking.

“Yes.” She wore two rings per hand, each ring set with a huge stone—one in red and one in black. “This one will get you a date and this one will get you forever.” She tapped the top of a black bottle. “Cian claims we have potions for revenge and greed, but they don’t work.”

“Why not?” He picked up one of the black bottles. “If I cast a spell for a negative reason, then that negativity will come back to me threefold. It sucks.” She tucked a lock of darker blue hair behind her ear. A selection of hoop earrings dangled from her ear, starting at the top and following down to her earlobe. “I learnt my lesson a long time ago. Don’t cast what you can’t handle.” For the first time since he’d seen her, she smiled and laughed. “You will totally regret it.”

“I hear you.” Neil gripped the bottle. The more she talked, the more he wanted to listen to her. His cock pushed against his pants and he mashed the bulge into the front of the display case to ease his ache. “My sister already fell in love, so she doesn’t need this. Think it’ll help me?”

Havan sighed. “It will, but you have to accept whoever is chosen. What you want might not be what you get, but she will be the one your heart truly desires.”

Her words stopped him cold. She wasn’t a thing like he expected and she sure as shit wasn’t his type and yet he couldn’t help but want to see her. “I’ll take it and whatever it was your friend went upstairs to find.”

“Oh. Okay.” Havan wrote up the bill on a receipt pad. “Give her a moment.”

“I will.” Neil clutched the bottle tighter. A witch. No wonder the people around town talked ill of Madame Scarlett’s. No one knew what the hell they were dealing with. But Havan didn’t strike him as a witch. No green skin or huge warts. Maybe he’d been watching too much television. The bracelets on her wrist jangled as she wrote.

“I know my sister was being forward, but I’ve got a question.” He wanted to see her again. Had to. “Would you accompany me to my sister’s wedding?”

“What?” Her eyes widened again, displaying the ring of dark blue surrounding her pupils. The lighter blue flecks sparkled. Would she look at him that way during sex? He hoped so. Hoped she’d give him a chance, too.

“Well, you brought them together.” Stupid, stupid. He took one of the business cards and flipped it over, then wrote his phone number and the date of the wedding. “My name is Neil and I know this is a shitty way to ask you out, but I really am drawn to you.” He slid the card to her. “No strings, but if you’d like to go with me, I’d love to see you.”

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Here’s a little bit about me:

I’ve always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line.  I love playing with words and letting the characters run wild.

NASCAR, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, animals and second chance romance  all feature prominently in my books.  I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Resplendence Publishing, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, Turquoise Morning Press, Decadent Publishing and The Wild Rose Press. Come join me for this fantastic journey!  

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