Tory Richards's Blog, page 160
February 22, 2013
I'm not stealing, I swear!
So, I went to Hellmart today to finish up my grocery shopping. My pants felt loose and I thought I was going to lose them. Finally I had to reach down to yank them up only to discover they'd come unzipped. As casually as I could I glanced around to make sure no one was looking, and reached under my shirt to zip them up. The button had come off so the zipper kept coming down. So every few minutes I had to look around, reach under my blouse and zip them up.
I realized with all the ceiling cameras around that someone was getting a good view of my dilemma. I kept waiting to be grabbed for stealing, because I know I had to look suspicious. After a while I gave up and just reached under my shirt and zipped my pants up, not caring who caught me. It was either that or let them fall down.
I realized with all the ceiling cameras around that someone was getting a good view of my dilemma. I kept waiting to be grabbed for stealing, because I know I had to look suspicious. After a while I gave up and just reached under my shirt and zipped my pants up, not caring who caught me. It was either that or let them fall down.
February 20, 2013
True or False?
I was a cheerleader in high school
February 18, 2013
Happy Monday!
I hope you had a great weekend! I thought I'd start your week off with a never before posted excerpt of The Promise. Staring up at him now, they had shared too much for her to be embarrassed by her nudity. She could see Ryan was still aroused. He seemed insatiable. His strong muscled body was like a bronze statue, hard and unyielding, except for the life throbbing between his powerful thighs. He was thick and long, reaching out to her, teasing her with the promise of a pleasure she’d already experienced, several times.
She took in the jagged puckered scar running down the length of his thigh that reminded her of his injury. It was a recent wound. Different from the other scars that marred his flesh and were now faded memories.
How had he found the strength to carry her all this way? The answer came to Shannon almost immediately. Ryan was a warrior . Thinking about the tenderness he’d shown her the third time they’d made love, warmed her inside. He’d worshipped her body as if he loved her.
And that’s impossible, isn’t it?
Slowly her gaze moved up to his face, taking in the firm set of his jaw and his sensuous lips. His nostrils flared with desire. When their gazes met, she caught her breath. The fire burning in his eyes singed Shannon, claiming her as his. She ran her tongue over her swollen mouth, almost afraid.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, slowly lowering himself onto the bed, and her. He’d gone to the bathroom for a washcloth and was now careful not to put all his weight on her. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Shannon. Since the moment we stood across each other at my father’s grave site, and our eyes met for the first time.”
No! That couldn’t be!
His words shocked her, almost as much as the wet wash cloth he placed between her thighs. It felt cold against her tender skin, yet soothed the fire burning there. A fire he’d started and put out several times, for it to only fan out of control without much effort again. It seemed every time they made love it only made them hungrier for each other.
She arched against his administrations as he tenderly ran the wet cloth over her sensitive mound. “No, Ryan. Don’t say that.”
“Yes,” Ryan whispered against her mouth. “God help me Shannon, but I wanted you more than I wanted to live. You, my brother’s wife!”
Before she could respond to his impassioned words, he covered her mouth with his. It was unlike any kiss she’d ever experienced before. Tender and sweet, yet powerful and persuading. She couldn’t fight this attack on her senses. She couldn’t fight him! As his mouth worked against hers, she pushed his words aside and responded, moaning deep.
Then she opened her mouth and invited him inside, meeting his tongue with eager thrusts of her own. His low groan revealed his pleasure and his kiss became forceful. The cloth between her legs quickly replaced with his probing fingers.
“I may never get enough of you.”
Shannon wrapped her arms around his neck and arched her body into his, relishing in her power to please him. Surprised at how accepting of their situation she was. But she was hungry and had been for a long time, and so lonely. Slowly she let her hands smooth
over his broad shoulders and down his back to where it tapered to his lean hips.
Everything about Ryan was hard and threatening yet she had never felt so protected and safe. Her dreams of late had been answered in his arms, and the faceless lover was finally revealed. Only when she realized the impossible situation between them, tears sprang to her eyes.
How will I ever face the rest of the family after this?
Ryan halted and looked up. Their gazes met. “Am I hurting you?”
Shannon shook her head, biting down on her quivering bottom lip. She reached up and touched his rugged cheek, a tear running a hot trail down the side of her face. Noticing it, he reached up and gently wiped it away, then took a ragged breath.
“God–what have I done?” He obviously misunderstood her tears, and rolled away. His fist punched the bed between them. “Shannon–”
“Please don’t say this was a mistake.” Her quiet words drew a sharp surprised glance from him. “I could have stopped you and didn’t. I wanted this just as much as you.”
“You don’t understand!” He sat up and turned his back to her, dropping his feet to the floor.
Shannon’s eyes took in his sculptured backside, noticing the numerous scars marring his flesh. Years in the Marines hadn’t been kind to him. “There’s nothing to understand, Ryan. There’s no right or wrong with what we did.”
He shook his head no, yet remained silent. Shannon moved behind him. She knew there was something torturing him. Something other than his healing wound, something inside, buried deep. “Then tell me,” she coaxed softly. Her breast rested against his back. She felt him tense and placed her hands upon his shoulders.
He snorted. “I was a prisoner of war for a time, Shannon, and they couldn’t get me to talk. What makes you think you can?”
Prisoner of war? She didn’t even want to think about what he’d endured. “The difference is that I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Purging my soul to you will only accomplish one thing.” He turned his face enough to meet her gaze. “Your hate.”
Shannon held her breath. What did it have to do with her? She opened her mouth to tell him she could never hate him. Hell, she was already half in love with him. But she didn’t get the chance. A slight commotion downstairs indicated the others had returned.
God, she’d forgotten all about them!
Ryan rose to his feet. “You better go back to your room.”
February 16, 2013
Gonna be a weekend! My daughter and son-in-law just left....
Gonna be a weekend! My daughter and son-in-law just left. They're staying the night out and celebrating a belated Valentine's Day kind of thing. So, I have the little ones until tomorrow afternoon. Right now Mason is down for his nap, while big sister and I are watching the Twilight series. She has a blanket in her lap so when a part comes up I don't think she should see she can cover her head. No syfy for me today:)
February 14, 2013
February 13, 2013
Valentines Day Blog Hop
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Over 140 participating authors, all giving away a prize. So play, have fun, and good luck!
I'm offering up an autographed copy of one of my books (US only) or a download of one of my books. Just leave a comment and your email addy to let me know you stopped in.
HOW TO START A FIGHT
One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot as a Christmas gift...
The next year, I didn't buy her a gift.
When she asked me why, I replied,
"Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!"
And that's how the fight started.....
The next year, I didn't buy her a gift.
When she asked me why, I replied,
"Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!"
And that's how the fight started.....
February 12, 2013
FROST by Taryn Kincaid BLURB: Dagney Night...
FROST by Taryn Kincaid
BLURB:
Dagney Night, a sought-after succubus, is no stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s Day approaches, she longs for something more. When oddly erotic paintings arrive for display at her art gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she wonders about the mysterious artist who created the works.
Maxwell Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of solitude and seclusion behind the walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow, channeling his lustful impulses into his art—until his muse deserts him and his temperature rises past the danger point. He needs sex. Now.
When Madame Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s 1Night Stand for them, will the flames of their encounter be too hot to handle?
EXCERPT:
Dagney followed her sister’s glance, and her heart flipped like a gymnast unable to nail a vault. Darkness swathed the gallery with the exception of the lights above or below each of the paintings. The large man emerging from the shadows held her rapt. Waves of pure, unadulterated lust smacked her with such force she didn’t even see Lily and Campbell leave. The blast of raw desire crumpled her to the floor. Her gaze remained riveted on the tall hunk of ferocious male stalking toward her, radiating undiluted carnality. He set something carefully on the floor and grasped her by the elbows, his touch surprisingly gentle when he lifted her to her feet.
“I’m Maxwell Raines.”
Yeah. No kidding. Who else could a guy so hot, so studly, possibly be?
She told herself not to swoon. Ordered herself not to swoon. But, Goddess, that rumbling voice. More potent than a train barreling over the tracks. And he smelled so good. Sinfully masculine. A bit of musk, a bite of pine, an essence of dark, smoky nights. Sexy scents. Reminiscent of tangled satin sheets that had been given a good work-out.
Her legs turned to rubber, and she doubted they’d support her on their own. She’d be mortified if he’d have to scrape her puddled body up again. But he hadn’t yet relaxed his grip. Could she bullshit her way through the meeting without collapsing? “You’re late,” she said.
“I’m never late.”
“Well, the party’s over, Mr. Raines.” She waved a hand around the empty room.
“Depends on your perspective.”
“You’re big on perspective, are you?”
“I’m a painter.” A brief shrug accompanied his blunt words. “Obvious connection.”
“Right. But as you can see, everyone’s left.”
“You haven’t.” He gazed down at her, a black brow flaring. “And you’re what I’m here for.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Taryn Kincaid lives in beautiful Bora Bora. Or wishes she did. When she's not parasailing up and down the Hudson River, taking care of her aging pet walrus, or volunteering at the local animal shelter [oh, HELL, no], she loves to arrange her voodoo doll-pin collection and practice chanting. Taryn is dedicated to eradicating the Kardashians and Honey Boo-Book from the face of the earth, along with The Bieb and sparkly vampires. At this moment, she is busy adjusting the tin foil to throw the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) off her trail. She hangs around a lot on Facebook and Twitter with her trillions of fans and pops in at Goodreads from time to time. You can catch her on her website, http://tarynkincaid.com, and her blog, http://dreamvoyagers.blogspot.com where she lives for comments!
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Taryn will be giving away Valentine's chocolates, candy and book swag. Grand prize: a copy of Lightning, or another ebook from her backlist, chocolates and book swag to one randomly chosen commenter at the end of the tour.
Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:
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February 7, 2013
Heartbreaker Blog Hop
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Have Fun!When I think of heartbreakers I think of my 2-year old grandson. His contagious laugh, mischievous smile, the twinkle in his eyes when he knows he's doing something wrong but will get away with it because he's cute. All the endearing things that make your heart swell with over whelming emotion.
Now I'm sure a 2-year old isn't what you think of. More like the hot cavemen of Ellora's Cave. Or cover model Jimmy Thomas. They're heartbreakers, only in a different way. They might make us melt with a hot look, a wink, the teasing twinkle in their eyes, but it's definitely not the same.
My giveaway is a download of Up in Flames or A Perfect Fit. Winner's choice. All you have to do to be entered is to finish the sentence below, and leave your email addy.
She caught her breath, unable to __________
Grand Prizes!1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet2nd Grand Prize: A $100 Amazon or B&N Gift Card3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!
Whoever wins this swag, The Senator's Daughter was written by me under my real name:)
February 5, 2013
Working hard on getting my next book edited. Still need a...
Working hard on getting my next book edited. Still need a name though so please take the poll on the right. This book is the second installment of the hunky Evans brothers from A Perfect Fit.
