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December 20, 2014

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Published on December 20, 2014 11:54

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Update!!! It has been released!


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While I’m waiting for this to release I thought I’d mention a couple of things. First and foremost? If you received a review copy and I sent you an ePub file but you wanted a mobi, don’t be shy. Email me. Next time I do this I’ll make sure the file option is there for you guys to choose. Sorry about that.


Next thing? This:


 



*shrug* I just thought you had to see it. :)


Next thing? Honey is completely nuts. That is all. *insert that annoying piano one note/key playing from the movie Eyes Wide Shut here until I can’t stand it* Gah! Alright! He’s driving me crazy with all his help. Yes, you read that right – help.


Allow me to explain. Here’s the conversation:


Imagine me sweating over everything I have to do to nail the holidays, and imagine Honey sweating over one thing, what to buy for me.


I’m looking at the list I have – the one I don’t want to check twice because it’s too long, and then I sigh. “How am I going to get all this done before Turkey day?”


Honey answers, while lounging on the couch watching one of his stupid documentaries. “Yeah, I know. It’s tough. Every year you get harder and harder to buy for. I can tell you that.”


I look at my list of…well, there’s more than one person, that’s all I’m saying. To him I narrow my eyes and grate out, “One gift purchase must be a major bitch to figure out. How would you like to swap this year? I’ll buy for me and you can buy for everyone else.”


His eyes remained glued to the TV. Aggravating? Don’t ask. “No thanks. I have a system, and it would get all screwed up if we switched.”


There’s me thinking, “oh yeah, I bet it would” when he adds, “It’s taken me years to get this down to a science where I can be in and out of one store in less than twenty minutes.”


Me: *blink, blink* Twenty minutes? I looked down at my list and decided the only way I could pull that off was to evoke the mighty power of the gift cards. “Hm. You may have given me an idea.”


“Your welcome.”


Again, his eyes never moved. Wow, who said men can’t multitask? Here he was solving my huge problem and blissfully watching his show about– yeah, I’ll be damned if I know what he was so engrossed in– at the same time. By the look of the dirt-covered people on the screen, I’d say a primitive tribe of mud dwellers. *le sigh*


Now fast forward a couple of days when I walk through our front door and see it. *insert the snow glob moment here*


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I can’t tell you what it was in case my daughter reads this (it’s one of her presents), but I can tell you it was two things. Number one. Nothing I would have EVER and I mean, NEVER  bought for her, and two, it was something I’d needed to read the instructions so I could figure out how it was used. So, yeah, where was I going with this? Oh, right. Honey attempting to help. Here’s that conversation:


“Ta-da! I bought a present for our girl.”


I tried not to scowl, but failed. “I gathered that by the note you stuck on it.”


He’d written her name on a piece of paper in block letters so there was no missing it.


“I don’t know where you keep the bows and stuff. Just stick one on there after you’ve wrapped it.”


I kicked off my shoes and remained staring at them while I let that sink in. He wanted me to wrap the monstrosity? “I’m not wrapping that.”


Honey didn’t eve blink. “You have to. I’m no good a gift wrapping.”


Like I didn’t know that. One of my first presents from him was tied with string in a garbage bag. In his defense it was a rather large stuffed animal that wouldn’t have fit into much else, and besides he was only eighteen at the time so I forgave him. But this? “Sure, I may be an expert at wrapping gifts, but I can tell you with all truthfulness, I wouldn’t know where to start with that. Sorry. We’ll have to hide it and do a present finding map for her.”


I could tell he liked the thought of that because he grinned. “Great idea. I’ll put it in the garage and make her really have to work for it. You won’t have to do anything. I’ll do the map and everything. After our talk the other day I want to help you.”


I was just doing a mental. “Aww…” over his sweetness when he heads into the kitchen and calls, “Do you know where the good paper is? Oh, and I need a better marker. What can I use as clues? Do you have red and green markers? Maybe I should make the map festive.”


*Looks right at you* This is him doing everything????


“Where do you hide the tape around this place? I couldn’t find it earlier.”


Yes, it was right at that moment I remembered why I don’t like Honey to help me with these things. Forget the crazy idea of the gift, when I walked over to better examine what he’d stuck that block lettering note  on with – all I could do was sigh. Honey may not have found the scotch tape, but apparently he’d discovered our medical supplies. Once I got close enough to see how the paper with her name on it, was fastened – I frowned as there was no mistaking the white bandage tape. He’d even gone the extra mile too and made an cartoon “ouch-looking” ‘X’ to hold in place. *Double le sigh*


A few seconds later, he leaned out of the kitchen entrance, and asked, “What about glitter? Should I use some of that?”


Forget the double le sigh. This called for a double dirty martini! If you’ve read A Perfect Holiday you’ll know why I cringe whenever Honey mentions the use of glitter. That scene in the park at the Santa Claus parade was taken right out of a page of our lives. Lol!


“I’ll need some Elmer’s glue too.”


So there you have it. Instead of banging out my lengthy gift purchases and getting my shopping done. With all of Honey’s “help” – I wasted a whole afternoon trying to keep him from gluing the red and green throat lozenges he’d spied in the medical supplies onto the gift map. I knew I was in serious trouble when he dumped the glitter on the page and then squirted the glue on top of that. *shakes head* He’s been a really, REALLY, big help I can tell you that!


On another note…


I seriously think Amazon forgot about me. The Present Deal should have been published yesterday morning. I’m kind of bummed about that. So to make up for it, I’m offering A Perfect Holiday on for free for today and tomorrow. Grab it if you haven’t read it. Free is always nice, right? Just click the cover or the teaser and it will take you to the FREE buy link.



 



Last thing! I promise. In a few days I’ll be posting about a new contest! This one will be a New Year’s one and they’ll be a little bit of mystery. You see the picture below?



So far I’ve decided the giveaway will include two signed paperbacks and what’s in the box. I love the box there’s a jewel in the center and I love what’s in the box, but that’s the mystery. I haven’t decided what else I’m going to include, but when I do I’ll post the details.


Hope you guys have a great weekend. Between waiting for Amazon and babysitting Honey around my craft supplies, I think it’s going to be a long one for me. ;)


Riley

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Published on December 20, 2014 08:25

December 14, 2014

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Okay, I have notified the two winners and will post about that once I hear back from them. Congrats!


Also, I had a look at the responses I received on ARC requests. You guys are awesome btw! Looking at the list, I’ve decided to do more than the original ten I’d thought to do. Instead I’ll be sending out 30 as soon as I have the book back from the formatters. :) I’m sorry I can’t send to everyone who put in requests, but when I do this again, the guys who didn’t get an ARC this time, will get one next time, I promise. I’ve saved the list.


I really, REALLY appreciate you taking the time!


Now for a little slice of Riley’s life with Honey…


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Tonight while I was cooking the potatoes, making the salad, and chopping the vegetables – because you know Honey was exhausted cooking the one meat item on the BBQ, I was looking around for an oven mitt.


“Do you really need three oven mitts? Are you hiding an hand I’m not aware of?”


He pops his brows. “Not a hand.”


Okay, yeah. Nothing spells sexy to me than my guy standing over a smoking BBQ.


I shook my head, rolled my eyes, and then left because…well, I’m not a big fan of flirting over smelly meat. *shrug* could be me. Bah! I just read that line back! Hilarious. Smelly meat. I’m talking about chicken not, you know. Gee, you guys are bad! Anyway men have no problem about cook smells. If you don’t believe me read this. But back to the oven mitts.


There I was cooking up a storm, when Honey comes in and has the stupidest look on his face. I’m like, “What now?”


He says, “Guess what I found?”


Did I mention I don’t like to play guessing games when I have three different foods cooking at three different temperatures on the stove? “Can’t guess. Just tell me.”


Truthfully, I was expecting him to carry on with the direction of our earlier conversation and say something about his third hand needing attention. Instead he held up two matching oven mitts. Admittedly, one was darker with wear and age, while the other was pristine and beautiful.


“I found the missing link,” he announced. “There always was two of them. You owe your sister an apology.”


I didn’t really, because all the bitching I did – about her giving me a basket full of kitchen stuff all those years ago with only one oven mitt in it, I did behind her back. “Where the hell did it come from?” I’m thinking it was stuck in one of the drawers out in the BBQ area, but that didn’t explain why I’d never – and I mean never – seen the matching Eiffel Tower mitt in my life.


“It was stuck inside the other one.” He demonstrated and then said, “It’s a Christmas miracle.”


There I was thinking, the only miracle surrounding those mitts was the fact that I’d kept what I thought was only one for so long. If you guys knew how many times I picked that lone sucker up out of the drawer, wondering what my sister was thinking giving me one effing oven mitt, you’d die. The kids practically canonized it.


Oop, now that I think about it, I better tell the kids. They used to enjoy making up stories about it. How there was a whole line of kitchen products designed for a one armed chef who had a French fetish. Bummer. I bet they’re going to be disappointed to learn that the Eiffel Tower glove has a twin. Exciting, right?


Yeah, I didn’t think so either, but Honey did. There I was getting my hair steamed over the boiling potatoes while he made lobster claw moves with the glove through the window at me. That’s my life people! One solved mystery after another. ;)


Thanks for stopping by!


Riley


 


 


 


 

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December 11, 2014

Hi guys! I told you this one was going to be easy. I will be drawing one winner from comments and one from my subscribers list on December 14th 2014. One lucky winner will win a 25.00 Amazon gift card and another will win one of Sidney’s (my heroine from A Perfect Holiday) quirky angels with decorative box and Godiva chocolate gems (click here) for pictures and details!


Yay! *Insert drum roll here* This is the cover for my short holiday story The Present Deal that will be released on the 18th. This time I’m doing something a little different. I’m offering a limited number of advanced reader copies (on a first come basis) for those who are interested. You’ll find the details below. Oh, and if you don’t know what to comment, but you want two chances to win, just leave a comment letting me know what you think of my new cover…or the excerpt. This book’s a steamy one!


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Sign-ups for advance copy reviews


THE PRESENT DEAL


 In order for both to win, one of them must lose, and it’s not going to be him….


EXCERPT


 “Tell me, Ms. Crawford. Is there a point to this visit, or did you insist on meeting with me today in order to save my soul?”


“Tough to do that when you don’t have one.”


The silence that followed that statement got adrenaline coursing through me. I recognized very clearly why my heart rate was picking up speed. She’d verbally slapped me in the face and I wanted to slap her right back. I narrowed my eyes and spoke slowly. Softly. Carefully. “If you believed that then you shouldn’t have said it. A man with no soul is capable of doing the unthinkable. Is that what you want, Ms. Crawford? Me to do the unthinkable to you?”


“Maybe…for a price.”


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Okay, I am handing out 10 advance eBook copies for review. If you’re interested, all you have to do is fill out this super-duper easy-peasy form and click submit.


Thanks so much for stopping by!


Riley


 


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Published on December 11, 2014 10:26 • 7 views

December 8, 2014

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Rebecca who won the stuff in the picture above – the pen/magnets/books and various other goodies


Lauren who won the 50.00 gift card


Aleana, Sandy, and Jill, who won books and/or available audio copies of their choice!!!


Woo-Hoo! For those that didn’t win…yet. I’m posting a new contest on Thursday for commenters and subscribers. One lucky winner from each place. Which means if you leave a comment and you’re a subscriber your name gets entered twice for the draw!!! This will be a fast one. I’ll be drawing on Sunday Dec. 14th. That’s my anniversary! Well, mine and Honey’s. Twenty-nine years together, and I still crush on him. Love that! They’ll be a 25.00 Amazon gift card, and if you’ve read A Perfect Holiday, one of my heroine’s (Sidney’s) “quirky” angels will be up for grabs!!! This is her in her red and yellow poke-a-dot bikini. She comes with a decorative box (I tried to get a good shot of it) and some Godiva chocolate caramel gems! Yum!


 


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This is how she looks on the tree…and below is the decorative box (it’s hard so great for storage)


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Now for a little Honey story.


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To set this up, Honey and I went away for Thanksgiving. This time, my mom stayed home, so we decided to drive. The ride up to Georgia was pretty uneventful. We got to shoot the breeze and catch up with stuff so it was nice. But then…


It was time for the drive home. *shakes head*


Why is it when you go away you’re totally cool with the trip there until you have to return? I mean, it’s the same distance – the same amount of time spent together- so why not shoot the breeze and have fun heading home too? *looks up while I wait for the universe to throw me the answer* Nope, I got nothing. Apparently the universe had the same attitude Honey had when we drove home last week. Silent. *le sigh*


So picture this. Me in the passenger seat pointing out stupid landmarks and asking even stupider questions. You know, those ones you already have the answers to, but you’re just trying to fill time and hear something else besides your own thoughts? Now picture this, Honey grunting, nodding, or giving me answers that are short and sweet – I hate those. Can you spell “followed by awkward silence”? Anyway, it’s at this point I start to get bored. :)


“You’re going over the speed limit. You may want to slow down.”


Silence. Followed by more silence for several minutes. So, you know I had to go on…


“Speed limit is 70.” I annoyingly pointed out.


“Who’s driving?”


“You, but not very well. Is that a cop?”


Honey doesn’t even take his eyes off the road. “Nice try. Why don’t you read something? Better yet, why don’t you read something to me?”


His tone was so pleasant it grated on my nerves. He may as well as well have said, “Just sit there and look beautiful” It really pissed me off. “Why? So you can ignore that too?”


No answer. *insert me thinking  #@!#@!$! here* But then I see a real cop with a nice big radar detector pointed at us. “Speed trap!” I yell.


He pats my knee. *insert me blackly scowling here because I hate that gesture too* and when he says, “Take it easy. Unless the guy’s car can levitate, I highly doubt he’ll be chasing us down. There was not only a guardrail, but chain-link fencing in between him and the highway.”


Okay, truth be told, I did see the rail, but not the chain-link. It didn’t stop me from grumbling, “He could call ahead to one of his buddies. He could relay the color and make of our car. The guy could be right over the next rise.” Of which there wasn’t one, but I wasn’t about to give this up being knee-deep in it already.


Honey snorts. “Call ahead? Oh yeah, I can hear him now.” He continues in a very official sounding voice that made me smile. “Adam 12? You there? Nab the car behind the hummer. Forget that the hummer is clipping along at 10 more miles an hour than the car. What do you mean you don’t see it? It’s not hard to miss. It’s the vehicle where the guy is expertly driving while his wife is wagging her finger at him and  bitching up a storm. Do the poor bastard a favor and pull him over so he can get fresh air and some distance from the harpy. He’s probably got one helluva a headache listening to that in such close quarters.”


By the time he got done with his sarcastic rant, I was drumming my fingers on the door handle, trying to contain my frustration. He thought he was so funny. That’s when I thought about frustration and made my decision. He’d said he wanted me to read him something, so I sure would. I pulled out my next story, The Present Deal, and began to read. Did I mention that it’s very, VERY, erotic for the first 4 chapters? No? Well, it is. *beams* Frustrated? Yup, he was. He also wasn’t laughing by the time I got to the end of the 4th chapter -that ends on a rather breathless cliffhanger, because I refused to read any more to him. This certainly fixed the problem with him being silent. For the rest of the way home he kept trying to guess what came next. Wrong EVERY time! Of course, I didn’t tell him the rest of the story, and I won’t. For the first time ever, I told him he’d have to buy the book to find out. Heheheh. His answer to that?


“From now on, we’re flying.”


*Looks right at you and scratches my head* Is that a bad thing? I didn’t think so. But then, if you read my blog you should know I never let him get the last word in. ;) So I refocused in on him, and said, “Great. Providing you’re not the pilot flying the plane, I’m in.”


He didn’t say anything to that which kind of has me worried. Honey has a habit of turning my putdown quips into a personal challenge. *insert me thinking for a millisecond here and then the light bulb clicking on!* Eek! I better alert the children now that I think about it. Honey’s very devious about these kinds of things. Usually he enlists the kids help via having them gift him with things – in this case? Flying lessons so I won’t be able to say no! Actually, it would be more like me saying, “Over my dead body” but you get the point. If the kids get involved I’ll be screwed…Got run. Oh, but don’t forget to check back on Thursday for the next contest.


Riley


 


 


 

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Published on December 08, 2014 12:24 • 3 views

November 22, 2014

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Yay! Jennifer B you won Myrtie!


A big congrats to all the winners so far!


Jessica who won an eBook copy of Stare Her Down


Tamara who won a 25.00 Amazon gift card


Kristina who won a copy of Reclaimed Surrender


Alina who won an eBook copy of Stare Her Down


Michelle who won a signed copy of Reputable Surrender


Sandy who won a 25.00 amazon gift card


Monique who won a signed copy of Stare Her Down


We still have this up for grabs:


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This drawing will take place at the end of the month – I got my proofs of Stare Her Down so there will be a copy of that book included. All my subscribers and everyone who comment on that original post are included in the draw. If you want to subscribe to play along with all my giveaways, great. If not, but you still want to play, just go here and leave a comment. :)


Also, if you haven’t entered this drawing yet – there’s $$ and prizes too. Click on the Night Owl link here to enter the rafflecopter:


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What’s next? Well, I’ll tell you….


 


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Myrtie and Fred are both mysteriously missing at my house. Me thinks Honey has sent them away to parts unknown again. So, I’m going to make you a deal. When they do reappear, I’ll do another giveaway for one of Myrtie’s cousins. This will be for all my subscribers and anyone who leaves a comment on that particular post, so check back.


Then?


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I am also going to do a giveaway when A Perfect Holiday releases in Audio format (should be around Dec.1st or so, for one of Sidney (my heroine’s) quirky angels. There’s a story about this particular book, and the “quirky angel”, but I’ll tell you all about it in my next blog.


Here’s a teaser


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Next up is my newest holiday story. It’s a hot and steamy one!!!


Here’s a teaser for that one


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This was should be all nice and shiny by Dec. 1st.


Thanks so much for stopping by! And good luck with the next wave of giveaways!


Riley

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Published on November 22, 2014 14:16 • 4 views

November 14, 2014

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I don’t even have to think. *raises hand and does that annoying ooh-ooh in the classroom until the teacher points to me and I emphatically shout* “Yes!”


If you’ve been following the case of the ice “you-know-whats” great, if not here’s the rundown. A few months ago I realized that I had a haunted oven. True story, you can read about it here. Anyways, I bugged Honey and he got me a new stove. Yay! But then something really odd happened. My icemaker started acting up. Coincidence? I don’t think so. I write erotic romance, so check these out and tell me if my little haunted ghostie guy didn’t jump the proverbial burner right into the ice. *leans in to whisper* I think the little devil was trying to schmooze me with these delectable suckers, but I digress.


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This is how these little beauties played out between Honey and me. When the male members start multiplying I start snapping shots of them. Then I started to show Honey the pictures. The first time he doesn’t even blink, when he says, “Interesting.


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The second time he frowns and points out a node. “This mold is defective. It looks like the guy has syphilis.”


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But that’s when I tell him that they weren’t coming out of kinky molds. The ice maker was making them (I added the “for me” part just to bug him, and it did). This is when he announced he was going to order a new machine.


Great. Only the new one that arrived was damaged, so we had to send it back. Then the second one that came wasn’t the right model so Honey sent that back too. Then? Then the customer service representative did something to make Honey mad so he cancelled the order altogether. *shakes head* Did I mention Honey doesn’t handle incompetent well? *looks right at you* Seriously, he’s bad when he gets mad because he goes quiet and before you know it people are apologizing, but he never changes his mind in the end. That’s the bad part.


Long story to this very short problem? I still, through no fault of my own, have the haunted ice maker, so when I complained about it the other day, Honey said something he shouldn’t have. He said, and I quote:


“I’ll make you a deal. The day that effing thing produces a real man size one, I’ll change the machine. Otherwise, we’ll just wait until the New Year as planned, and buy a whole new refrigerator.”


Yeah, there were two things wrong with that the way I saw it. One? There was nothing the matter with our current fridge besides the peen-producer and two? I didn’t want to wait until the New Year to get perfect ice. Hello? I’ve got the holidays coming up and people like non-erotic ice. Can you imagine me sticking this into my neighbor’s gin and tonic? They already have enough chit-chat going on about Honey and I they don’t need any more. Trust me.


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So there I am thinking. *tapping index nail on front tooth whilst I burn the midnight oil trying to come up with something to fix this so I get what I want and…Bam* I decide I’m going to order what Honey accused me of doing in the first place, using manual ice molds that maketh the dicketh. I was so excited about the prospect until it came to me. With my *cough, cough* robust computer skills and paint shop, why I could photoshop my way into a new machine! *beams* Brilliant right? *Stands at attention and gives you a very formal salute while I announce* Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Richard The Mega-Dong, but we’re going to call him Dick. :D Can’t wait to show Honey tonight. Heheheh.


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Thanks for stopping by.


Riley


 

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Published on November 14, 2014 07:52 • 8 views

November 8, 2014

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Not the cat. That guy is too cute. Who I’m talking about, and isn’t cute, is Honey being sick. Now, there’s two ways I could explain this. My way and his way.My way goes something like this:


Meh, it’s a cold flu thing. No biggie. I had it all last week. Did I lose any writing time because of it? Nope. Did Honey notice enough to ask me about it? Nope. Did I complain about it? Nope. So, yeah. NO big deal.


His way? Well, for starters he pulled a Gloria Swanson coming into our house early yesterday afternoon. Seriously, he was ready for his Mr. Deville-Oscar-winning-performance close-up. But if that weren’t enough to get me LMAO the look on his flushed face would have. Here’s the conversation:


“Thank God your home.”


*Imagine me doing a big mental hurrmph here* because you and I both know he’s only happy to see me for one reason. I am destined to become his “slave nurse” for the rest of the day.


“Oh, and why is that?”


“I’m sick.”


Yeah, the way he announced that was as if the sky was going to fall and zombies were on the front lawn looking to find their way into our humble abode to escape that kind of travesty. “So?”


“I mean it. I’m really sick.”


*Looks right at you as I pull down my reading glasses* To me really sick is pneumonia, not a garden variety cold. What are your thoughts on this?


“I’m achy.”


I turn back to him and nod because that’s what I was last week.


“I have a headache.”


Check-eroo on that as I also had one of those.


“I feel stuffy.”


We could have been twins.


“I need to go to bed.”


And right there any relative similarities ended. Bed? I try not to let my brows disappear under my bangs as, you know, I’m totally gobsmacked here. Did I mention that not only did I release a book and market it last week, but I did the grocery shopping, all the cooking, and his effing laundry! Don’t get me started on that. Anyone who’s been following my blog knows how I feel about laundry…so where was I? Oh yeah, him wanting to go to bed.


“No you don’t. What you need to do is get changed and make yourself some soup. Maybe park yourself in front of the TV – in the family room- for a bit. Did you take something for it? I’m pretty sure we’ve got some medicine in the cabinet.”


At this point I can tell you with absolute certainty that he’s the one who’s gobsmacked. “But I’m sick. Don’t I get any sympathy from you?”


I thought about that for a mili-second, maybe less before I replied, “Sure you do. You get as much as you gave me.”


Haha! Poor baby. He did the old head fallback “come on!” impatient move, and then quickly regretted it as he nearly fell over from dizziness. How did I know this? I was dizzy from this head cold last week. >:) When he got a handle on the fever induced vertigo, he grumbled, “I tried my best. Guys aren’t good at this kind of shit.”


“You won’t get an argument from me there.”


“Not fair.”


“Not listening.”


Now, for those of you who might think I’m being mean I’d ask you to click on the Kitty picture above before you judge me too harshly. ;) And for those of you who know me to too well, this is what I’m doing instead of catering to Honey who’s currently googling “walking pneumonia “, “typhoid”, and “meningitis symptoms. *shakes head* You remember my ice machine making ice dicks?


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Well, I have a rather large update on this topic, so stay tuned. Honey is in for one helluva a surprise there. >:) ROTFLMAO!


Thanks for stopping by!


Riley


 

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November 6, 2014

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Honey. I could say that is all because, let’s face it, he is my personal reason for doing the old *head scratch*, pulling off the *head banging on desk* and my major *headache* maker all wrapped up in one fantastically complicated male ego that never quits. But then if I left it at that, you guys wouldn’t get to hear this conversation that ensued, would you? :D


To set this up, I was working last night on other stuff besides writing, and Honey was watching another documentary. Big shocker there. You see? I want shake my head at that. *sigh* So, I go out to the family room to ask him a question and I’m nearly blinded. The freaking guy has so many lights on my eyes began to water.


“Holy moly! What’s with all the brightness?”


He doesn’t even look at me. *Imagine me looking right at you as I mouth the words “Wow that documentary must be enthralling”* When he says, “The light illuminates your beauty.”


*Insert me blinking at you until I turn back slowly to look at him* I was going to ask, but then, why mess with his perfectly good rebuttal, you know? So, I simply backed away before he ruined it.


Fast forward an hour later when I catch him preparing to take the pooch out for a walk without me. We always go together.


“Hey, why didn’t you come and get me? I want to go.”


“I thought I’d give you a break tonight, but if you want to come, beautiful, I’ll wait.”


Okay, you have to imagine me at this point thinking, “Has he been fooling around on me and his guilt is killing him so much he has to worship me now?”


There’s me lying in bed staring at the shadows flickering on our ceiling. I hear a noise. “What was that?” I whisper.


“An owl.”


“Oh.”


A few minutes later I hear another noise. “What was that?”


“A possum,” he murmurs.


Made sense. “Oh.”


Less than a minute later I frown. “Does that sound like water running?” The idea becomes an instant obsession and I can actually envision one of the hoses outside spewing water until a whole river will be pooling in our backyard overnight, costing us a fortune. “It sounds like the hose was left on, doesn’t it?”


“No.”


He seemed so sure. It wasn’t fair now that I was totally stressing over it. I turned to him and pushed down the duvet so I could see his face. “Something’s flowing. I can hear it.”


He did the big sigh and came up on elbow, leaning over me until I was pressed back into my pillow, when he said, “What you’re hearing is my love overflowing for you.”


Yeah, hm. You can bet what was I hearing was crickets and what I was thinking? *cups hands around mouth and speaks in a really annoying monotone announcer’s voice* I hereby invoke the power of the…


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Snow globe moment. Seriously? Honey doesn’t EVER talk like this unless… I give him the side-eye and ask, “What kind of documentary were you watching?”


“One about relationships.”


My eyes narrow. “You don’t say.”


“Pretty insightful shit. Wish I’d watched it when we were dating it would have saved me a lot of aggravation.”


Oh, really. “How so?”


“Well.” He fell back down on his pillow with a grin. “There’s this theory in relationships called the deflation factor.”


Oh yeah, I had to hear this. I got up on elbow and waited with bated breath.


“It’s when you deflate a possible sticky situation with your significant other with kind words.”


*Insert me looking right at you again here* because if you’ve been following along there wasn’t a sticky situation, was there? “Erm,” I focus back on him again, “what was sticky about our situation?”


“Be damned if I know. I never do, so what did I have to lose?”


What indeed. There’s me lying back down contemplating what I could help him lose…a left nut, came to mind, but I digress. After I stewed for a few more minutes I whispered, “I still hear water running.” It wasn’t until he got up with a few choice curse words and exited our bedroom to check out the hoses in our backyard, that I added in the tiniest voice imaginable so he’d never hear me, “Oh, wait, never mind. It’s only the pool filter.” Hehehe! Poor Honey. But come on! What did he have to lose? *imagine a light bulb clicking on over my head as I beam* Well, for one thing, he lost the opportunity to snuggle in for a good night’s sleep, didn’t he? ;)


But it wasn’t until he came back to bed all huffy and I purred, “You are so wonderful for going to check on that for me. You’re my hero. Now I can sleep.” And he gave me one of those hugs that said “Anytime babe” that I realized, *insert me staring at you with owl-eyes here* the deflation factor actually worked! Maybe not on women, but definitely on men. Wow…See? I want to shake my head again.


 


Riley

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November 1, 2014

And everyone who follows my blog knows what that means!!! It’s another “Giveaway Time!”


November 30th will be the drawing. The rules are easy. Just leave a comment. Something as simple as: “Hi, Riley.” Or as complicated as, “I read your book and it (fill in the blank here) and you’ll be entered. Don’t forget to enter for Myrtie too (if you don’t subscribe to my blog already). That drawing happens earlier in November. Did I mention that there’s cash to be won entering Night Owl’s Reviewer contest as well? There’s a widget at the end of the post. Make sure to enter and good luck!


So *takes a deep breath and looks around* where was I? Oh yeah, this giveaway! Here’s the stuff:


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This is what’s up for grabs:


One signed copy of Stare Me Down


A bunch of sexy magnets!


David Post-It notes


A snazzy pen!


A specially (designed by me) dog tag that reads, “You had me at Spank!”


A decorative book box to hold some of your new items


A custom designed CD with the original song “In This Bed” plus the trailer.


Oh, and add to this a signed print copy of Stare Her Down that hasn’t been printed yet. I should have the final galley on this on Wed. Then it will be another few days to approve – but once I have it I’ll include it with all this!


 


Here are the the teasers for my latest release if you aren’t familiar with it!Downloads72


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You can click on the picture above if you want to see the book trailer featured on USA Today!!!


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And here are the first reviews!!!


 


5 out of 5 STARS!!!


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Give Me A Gunn!


Bottom line – Bailey and Gunn are perfect for each other! He grounds her, and she lightens him up. Simply a wonderful, funny tale of two opposites attracting. If you like BDSM-themed stories with a lot of humor, yet a keen understanding of the workings of a relationship, I would highly recommend this, and any of Riley Murphy’s work!


5 Out of 5 Stars!!!


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The Dom of my dreams, Gunn or Aries?


Gunn, also known as The Viking, made me forget to breathe as he showed Bailey his ropes… literally. I was not aware that ropes were for anything other than being restrained. Gunn acquainted me with sensations that I never knew existed through the skillful placement of his ropes. Not only could he tie a girl up in knots, but his words alone could send me over into orgasmic bliss. For example, he says things like “Do you know what I love about rope and tying up my woman? She’s captured. Her whole body is caressed by my ties. And what does she experience? A rough, tender, twisted, smooth, tight ,and loose embrace all at once, that causes a rush of feelings.” Seriously? “A rush of feelings” is definitely an understatement. There are many, many tender and mind-blowing moments in Riley Murphy’s newest novel and that excerpt was just a little taste to whet your appetite.


I highly recommend that you read it. I can guarantee that you’ll enjoy it as much as I did.


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Gunn and Bailey’s story!!!


I’ll admit it…. I love Riley Murphy’s books. I have them all, I’ve read them all. But this one has been the best so far. I didn’t think anything would take the place of the Trust in Me series, but I have to say that Gunn and Bailey have stolen my heart (Insert Heart Emoticons here)


Bailey is a hot mess of issues, all bundled up into an adorable little package. Gunn is a tough Dom with his own set of issues buried deep, and his is just BEGGING for someone to come along and bust him out of his shell. When he sees Bailey across the patio of their shared apartment complex, struggling with a huge potted plant, he knows he wants her. She only wants to use him to get another (unattainable) guy. 

What follows is an incredibly hot, amazingly hilarious story that I couldn’t put down. My Kindle is full of highlighted passages. It is fast paced and the story line kept me interested the entire time. It is BDSM based, and the scenes were realistic but not over the top. Well, except the rope scenes, they were literally, OVER THE TOP!


Grab it today and read it! I give it five stars.


5 Out of 5 STARS!!!


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Wow, bring on the big Gunn!!!


I absolutely loved this story from beginning to end! So many great moments and quotes. Wow, when Gunn talks about sex and says things like:


“Sex is very important to me. I like the feel of a woman’s naked body pressed against mine. “Because I want her to unravel. To give up and give in. To give it all to me. Everything. Her mind, her body, and soul, is mine in that moment. Submission becomes more than a word. It’s her lifeline that’s tied to me.”


I had to fan myself! Too many great moments you have to read this one. The first time Gunn brought out the rope, and then the restaurant scene. I don’t know why, but that scene touched me. I’ll be rereading this one again. It was hot and sexy with enough wit and insight to keep me glued to the page. Riley hit it out of the park with this one! 5 stars! I never thought I’d find a hero I loved more than Aries, but Gunn is my new favorite! I loved Bailey too. She was funny and self-deprecating without being weak. If you want to read a smart and hot bdsm romance this one’s for you! Highly recommend! It’s a keeper!


Here’s the link for Night Owl’s contest (just click here and you’ll be directed)mybookwasreviewedonnor


Thanks for stopping by!


Riley

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