Tory Richards's Blog, page 68
July 11, 2016
LUC by J.M. Stewart
GENRE: Contemporary Romance
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BLURB:
After her husband’s death two years ago, erotic romance author Liz Anderson moved home to small-town Angel Bay to heal her broken heart. So when her best friend fixes her up with a single father ten years her junior, she doesn’t expect much. But this hot young chef is igniting her long-dormant passion.
With a three-year-old daughter to raise and a restaurant to run, the last thing Luc Rossi’s life has room for is love. After his fiancée’s betrayal, he isn’t sure he believes in it anyway. His colleague’s matchmaking attempt is awkward at best, but what can he do except play the gentleman? Liz ends up being smart, charming, and sexy, and he can’t resist her.
An offer to teach her to cook leads to a steamy fling, but this gorgeous older woman makes Luc wonder if it’s time to open his heart again. Can he convince Liz that giving their relationship a chance beyond the bedroom wouldn’t be a betrayal of the past she holds dear?
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EXCERPT
Halfway down the alley, he pivoted and stalked back in her direction. He glared at her, as if somehow all this was her fault.
“I was dying to let every single one of those guys know you’re mine.”
Liz could only stare, stunned. So she was right. He was jealous. What was worse, the intensity in his gaze sent a fierce yearning rolling through her belly in hot little waves. Daniel had looked at her like that once. Right before he decked some guy for making a pass at her.Every limb shaking, she squared her shoulders, trying her damnedest to get her equilibrium back. It didn’t matter why he was behaving like a Neanderthal or how sexy he looked doing it. He had no right. “You do realize it’s going to be all over town by tomorrow?”
Something flashed across the recesses of his eyes that she didn’t catch before his jaw tightened and his expression blanked. He stalked to the end of the alley, where the blacktop met the sidewalk, and stared out at the street beyond. “It was all I could think of. The way he looked at you, I knew exactly what he was thinking, and you were standing there, frozen in fear.”
Liz folded her arms. It was a meager defense, but it was all she had left. “I wasn’t afraid of him. I could have handled him if I’d had to. My father was a police officer. He taught me how to take care of myself. So did my husband. I know self-defense, and I’m a damn good shot. I—”
Luc pivoted around, eyes wide with surprise. “You know how to shoot a gun?”
“Daniel insisted I learn. I have a nine millimeter, and I have a permit to carry concealed, though I’ve never had the guts to actually carry it on me.” She frowned, unsure who she was more irritated with: him for getting to her or herself for responding. “The point being, I could have dropped him if I’d needed to. But I didn’t.”
Luc cocked a brow, clearly challenging her assertion. “Then why did you look so panicked? Who the hell was that guy?”
She heaved a sigh. He had her there. Damn it. “An overzealous fan. He kept going on and on about my writing, and people were starting to stare.”
But that was neither here or there. It was past time to end this insanity.
“Look, I have no idea what to expect after a one-night stand. That’s essentially what we shared, isn’t it? So, I expected we’d said our goodbyes and we wouldn’t see each other again. When I didn’t hear from you, I figured we were going our separate ways. I get it. But I’m fairly certain that means you forfeit your right to be jealous. I appreciate the concern, but I’m a big girl. I can handle myself.”
Without waiting for a reply, she pivoted on her heel and stalked from the alleyway, heading for the safety of the booth as fast as her legs could carry her. Whatever the hell this was, she was backing out now, because alarms bells were sounding in her head.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
J.M. Stewart is a coffee and chocolate addict who lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband, two sons and two very spoiled dogs. She’s a hopeless romantic who believes everybody should have their happily ever after and has been devouring romance novels for as long as she can remember. Writing them has become her obsession.
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July 9, 2016
Timeless Desire by Lucy Felthouse
Timeless Desire by Lucy Felthouse Now Available in Audiobook Format! #audiobook #romance #erotica #ghost #PNR
The critically acclaimed paranormal/ghost erotic romance short story, Timeless Desire by Lucy Felthouse, is now available in audiobook format. Narrated by voice artist Louisa Middleton, you can now listen to these stories on the go!
Blurb:
Emily arrives at Westbury Hall with a job to do. She’s to clean and conserve all of the books in their impressive library, preserving them for future generations. Not long into her stay at the house, she bumps into the night guard, George. She’d expected an old, balding guy with a comb over, so the hunky chap she actually meets is a very pleasant surprise. The introductions complete, George leaves Emily in peace to get on with her job. But when a falling photograph sets off a chain reaction of ghostly events, Emily and George are thrown together in order to find out who—or what—is causing them. Their investigation uncovers a tragic past, a lost love, and a stunning secret.
Audio links:
Amazon UK
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eBook and links available here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/timeless-desire/
*****
Reviews:
“This was a clever story, a good length and great characters. Westbury Manor was a wonderful setting for this supernatural tale and I really enjoyed the vivid descriptions of the location. A layered story that makes you feel as though you’ve been on both a spooky, haunted house weekend and a down-and-dirty, get-your-kit-off fun weekend. Highly recommended as a one-stop read.” Top Pick, Miz Love Loves Books
“…a slow burn but this tale cackles with sexual energy throughout and you cannot help but feel for the great characters, the scene setting is fantastic and the passion will have you squirming this is one I’m sure I’ll be re-reading time and time again. One for the bookish babes who are tigers in the sack.” 5 out of 5, Erotic Whispers
“This is a great quick read that has a touch of the paranormal and of course romance. Its the perfect length to fit in a busy scheduled without skimping on character development or story line. I like that even though this is a shorter story that each character is fully developed and that it doesn’t have that short story feel (like something is missing).” 5 out of 5, Belinda’s Bookshelf
*****
Author Bio:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller) and Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller). Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 140 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter and Facebook. You can also subscribe to her monthly newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
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July 8, 2016
Sex, a migraine remedy
Never before posted excerpt of Surrender to Desire!
Buy LinkCallie's POV -
“What do you want?” Blade asked between his teeth.
“I think I can help you.”
He opened one eye halfway. “Taking your clothes off won’t help.”
“I took my shirt off because of the perfume,” Callie explained. There was no reason to take off her bra or jeans. “Will you let me try, please?”
He didn’t speak, but she caught his slight nod yes. She set the glass of hot tea down on the nightstand and removed the small vial of oil from her pocket. It was odorless, so the smell wouldn’t complicate things. She unscrewed the top and put some on her fingertips.
“I’m going to touch you now.” She carefully put her fingers against his temple and began to massage him gently. He moaned but didn’t tell her to stop. Callie slowly worked her way across his forehead. “Blade, take slow, deep breaths and relax as much as you can. How long have you had the headache?”
“Started about an hour ago.”
“Good. We may stop it before it takes hold.” She gently rubbed some of the oil at the back of his neck. “I’m using pure lavender oil on you; it’s an analgesic, a painkiller.” He just grunted. Callie picked up the tea, took a sip to make sure it wasn’t too hot. “I need you to drink this.”
“I thought you wanted me to relax.”
She smiled. “This will help you, I promise.”
He lifted his head as far as he needed, and took a sip when she put the cup to his lips. A soft laugh escaped her at the face he made. “It’s ginger root tea and will help with the nausea. Drink as much as you can.” Was it her imagination or was he already looking better? He laid down when half the liquid was gone. Callie continued her massages, adding more oil at his temples, forehead, and the back of his neck.
“Feels good,” he managed.
“Good. Just relax and take even breaths.” Callie ran her hands through his damp hair, massaging his scalp as she went. His groan told her he liked what she was doing. She continued down his neck and shoulders, kneading the muscles and working out the knots she found. “I used to do this for my grandmother.”
“You have soothing hands.”
“You’re very tight,” Callie said. She moved down his hard biceps and forearms and back up to his shoulders. Touching him revealed that he was as hard as he looked. It also didn’t do much to keep her libido in check. “Are you able to roll onto your stomach so I can do your back?”
He didn’t say a word but, did as she asked. Callie marveled at his muscular backside, taut buttocks, and solid thighs before putting her hands on the bunched muscles at the back of his shoulders. He groaned deeply when she dug into them.
“I’m sorry if I’m hurting you.”
“No. It feels damned good,” he grumbled against the pillow.
She worked his back over for a good fifteen minutes before moving back to his head and neck. Then, thinking about the reflexology she’d treated herself to not too long ago, Callie remembered how good it made her feel all over. She didn’t know how to do it, but a good foot massage wouldn’t hurt. She moved to Blade’s feet and began to massage them.
As long as Blade was moaning in pleasure and not groaning in pain, Callie moved her hands up his legs and the backs of his thighs. She stopped when she reached his buttocks. Her palms itched with the need to touch them. She closed her eyes and prayed for the strength to keep it impersonal. Had he fallen asleep? She hadn’t heard a sound from him in a few minutes.
The memory of that morning taunted her, reminded Callie how wonderful it felt to have an orgasm from a man, and not her own fingers for a change. She wanted to experience it again, wanted Blade’s mouth on her breasts and nipples, and his hands on her everywhere. She wanted his cock inside her. Just the thought of that massive tool plunging inside her caused her breathing to escalate. Before she lost her nerve she smoothed her hands up and over the taut cheeks of his ass.
Shit! I’m in trouble.
They were as taut and solid as they looked! Before she knew it her touch turned into a caress. No longer massaging his hard flesh, she found herself smoothing her palms over him in a soft, exploratory way. She felt her heart in her throat at her boldness. Maybe now was a good time to leave.
Without warning Blade flipped over onto his back. Their eyes met, and Callie realized his weren’t as glazed as before. His color had come back, too. Only now it was flushed with something else. Desire?
“Don’t stop now.” The tone of his voice seemed a little stronger, too. Indicating her administrations were working.
His meaty cock was standing at full attention, longer and bigger now that it was hard and filled with blood. Callie gasped, as a scorching heat engulfed her entire body. She was creaming in her pants, and could barely breathe. Her gaze rose to his.
She slowly shook her head. “You shouldn’t do anything that will cause your body stress, Blade; you should stay as relaxed as you can.” Why did her voice sound so weak?
“Then continue your massage, honey.” He laid back and closed his eyes. “What you’re doing is working. I give you full reign.”
Trembling now, Callie began at his feet again, working his toes and trying to recall the pressure points that had been used on her. She glided without haste up his legs, and muscular thighs. The muscles flexed beneath her hands. She couldn’t take her eyes off his dick, watching it wobble back and forth as if it was searching for something. She was mesmerized by the amount of pre-cum gathered in the slit, so much so that it was running over the mushroom-shaped head.
Jesus! She felt a warm flood inside her pussy. Her body was alive and tingling. She wanted to take his cock in her mouth, but she was afraid if he got too worked up his migraine would come back full-force. Then Callie remembered something, an article she’d read about sex and migraines when she’d researched headaches and remedies for her grandmother.
Orgasms released endorphins, which work to relieve pain. Some people develop migraines during sex, while it actually takes migraines away for others. There was no way of knowing if it would work on Blade unless they tried it. She glanced at him. His color had returned. Callie knew what he wanted-what they both wanted.
“Blade, when’s the last time you’ve ah, had, ah, orgasm?” Callie felt scalding heat fill her cheeks. She’d never asked a man such a personal question before. Then she recalled what he’d said the morning before about coming on the ride home, but that had hardly been a normal situation. And most likely he’d fought it all the way.
He raised his head, capturing her eyes with his. “Is this a trick question?”
She shook her head.
“Making love with a woman,” He laid his head back. “Too damned long.”
A shudder passed through her. Well, she was about to rectify that. She carefully climbed on the bed and kissed the tip of his cock before she lost her nerve. Wiggling her tongue inside the slit, she was determined to get that liquid pearl.
“Fuck, Callie!”
His hips shot off the bed. Callie laughed softly before lowering her mouth over the length of his warm, rigid flesh. He rammed his dick further into her mouth as if he couldn’t help himself. Callie felt it touch the back of her throat, and she moved her mouth up and down, one hand caressing his balls and the other caressing his abs. As she gradually worked up speed, Blade’s fingers tangled into her loose bun.
His groans were deep and drawn out, his cock as hard as a rod, and lined with veins and ridges that made Callie yearn for it to be inside her, scratching the itch. She was empty inside and had a feeling his thick shaft would satisfy her hunger. Her pussy was pulsating with anticipation, her clit was buzzing. The faster she moved her mouth and hand up and down Blade’s cock, the faster he rose up to meet her.
“Jesus… you have a sweet mouth.” His voice broke with huskiness.
Callie could tell he was ready to climax. She decided to help him over. She took his balls into her mouth and rolled them around gently, at the same time reaching up to tweak his nipple. His grunt turned into a growl and she quickly took his dick into her mouth to catch the ribbon of cum spurting out of the slit.
“Ahhhhh!” His whole body quivered as she continued to suck him off, and then all she heard was his heavy breathing until he stilled.
His hand was still in her hair. It slipped down to her shoulder and he pulled her up next to him.
“Stay,” seemed all he could manage. Exhaustion had taken over.
Callie curled against his side. After a while his even breathing indicated he’d fallen asleep. She thought about slipping from his bed and going to her own room, and she would, in just a minute.
Buy LinkCallie's POV -“What do you want?” Blade asked between his teeth.
“I think I can help you.”
He opened one eye halfway. “Taking your clothes off won’t help.”
“I took my shirt off because of the perfume,” Callie explained. There was no reason to take off her bra or jeans. “Will you let me try, please?”
He didn’t speak, but she caught his slight nod yes. She set the glass of hot tea down on the nightstand and removed the small vial of oil from her pocket. It was odorless, so the smell wouldn’t complicate things. She unscrewed the top and put some on her fingertips.
“I’m going to touch you now.” She carefully put her fingers against his temple and began to massage him gently. He moaned but didn’t tell her to stop. Callie slowly worked her way across his forehead. “Blade, take slow, deep breaths and relax as much as you can. How long have you had the headache?”
“Started about an hour ago.”
“Good. We may stop it before it takes hold.” She gently rubbed some of the oil at the back of his neck. “I’m using pure lavender oil on you; it’s an analgesic, a painkiller.” He just grunted. Callie picked up the tea, took a sip to make sure it wasn’t too hot. “I need you to drink this.”
“I thought you wanted me to relax.”
She smiled. “This will help you, I promise.”
He lifted his head as far as he needed, and took a sip when she put the cup to his lips. A soft laugh escaped her at the face he made. “It’s ginger root tea and will help with the nausea. Drink as much as you can.” Was it her imagination or was he already looking better? He laid down when half the liquid was gone. Callie continued her massages, adding more oil at his temples, forehead, and the back of his neck.
“Feels good,” he managed.
“Good. Just relax and take even breaths.” Callie ran her hands through his damp hair, massaging his scalp as she went. His groan told her he liked what she was doing. She continued down his neck and shoulders, kneading the muscles and working out the knots she found. “I used to do this for my grandmother.”
“You have soothing hands.”
“You’re very tight,” Callie said. She moved down his hard biceps and forearms and back up to his shoulders. Touching him revealed that he was as hard as he looked. It also didn’t do much to keep her libido in check. “Are you able to roll onto your stomach so I can do your back?”
He didn’t say a word but, did as she asked. Callie marveled at his muscular backside, taut buttocks, and solid thighs before putting her hands on the bunched muscles at the back of his shoulders. He groaned deeply when she dug into them.
“I’m sorry if I’m hurting you.”
“No. It feels damned good,” he grumbled against the pillow.
She worked his back over for a good fifteen minutes before moving back to his head and neck. Then, thinking about the reflexology she’d treated herself to not too long ago, Callie remembered how good it made her feel all over. She didn’t know how to do it, but a good foot massage wouldn’t hurt. She moved to Blade’s feet and began to massage them.
As long as Blade was moaning in pleasure and not groaning in pain, Callie moved her hands up his legs and the backs of his thighs. She stopped when she reached his buttocks. Her palms itched with the need to touch them. She closed her eyes and prayed for the strength to keep it impersonal. Had he fallen asleep? She hadn’t heard a sound from him in a few minutes.
The memory of that morning taunted her, reminded Callie how wonderful it felt to have an orgasm from a man, and not her own fingers for a change. She wanted to experience it again, wanted Blade’s mouth on her breasts and nipples, and his hands on her everywhere. She wanted his cock inside her. Just the thought of that massive tool plunging inside her caused her breathing to escalate. Before she lost her nerve she smoothed her hands up and over the taut cheeks of his ass.
Shit! I’m in trouble.
They were as taut and solid as they looked! Before she knew it her touch turned into a caress. No longer massaging his hard flesh, she found herself smoothing her palms over him in a soft, exploratory way. She felt her heart in her throat at her boldness. Maybe now was a good time to leave.
Without warning Blade flipped over onto his back. Their eyes met, and Callie realized his weren’t as glazed as before. His color had come back, too. Only now it was flushed with something else. Desire?
“Don’t stop now.” The tone of his voice seemed a little stronger, too. Indicating her administrations were working.
His meaty cock was standing at full attention, longer and bigger now that it was hard and filled with blood. Callie gasped, as a scorching heat engulfed her entire body. She was creaming in her pants, and could barely breathe. Her gaze rose to his.
She slowly shook her head. “You shouldn’t do anything that will cause your body stress, Blade; you should stay as relaxed as you can.” Why did her voice sound so weak?
“Then continue your massage, honey.” He laid back and closed his eyes. “What you’re doing is working. I give you full reign.”
Trembling now, Callie began at his feet again, working his toes and trying to recall the pressure points that had been used on her. She glided without haste up his legs, and muscular thighs. The muscles flexed beneath her hands. She couldn’t take her eyes off his dick, watching it wobble back and forth as if it was searching for something. She was mesmerized by the amount of pre-cum gathered in the slit, so much so that it was running over the mushroom-shaped head.
Jesus! She felt a warm flood inside her pussy. Her body was alive and tingling. She wanted to take his cock in her mouth, but she was afraid if he got too worked up his migraine would come back full-force. Then Callie remembered something, an article she’d read about sex and migraines when she’d researched headaches and remedies for her grandmother.
Orgasms released endorphins, which work to relieve pain. Some people develop migraines during sex, while it actually takes migraines away for others. There was no way of knowing if it would work on Blade unless they tried it. She glanced at him. His color had returned. Callie knew what he wanted-what they both wanted.
“Blade, when’s the last time you’ve ah, had, ah, orgasm?” Callie felt scalding heat fill her cheeks. She’d never asked a man such a personal question before. Then she recalled what he’d said the morning before about coming on the ride home, but that had hardly been a normal situation. And most likely he’d fought it all the way.
He raised his head, capturing her eyes with his. “Is this a trick question?”
She shook her head.
“Making love with a woman,” He laid his head back. “Too damned long.”
A shudder passed through her. Well, she was about to rectify that. She carefully climbed on the bed and kissed the tip of his cock before she lost her nerve. Wiggling her tongue inside the slit, she was determined to get that liquid pearl.
“Fuck, Callie!”
His hips shot off the bed. Callie laughed softly before lowering her mouth over the length of his warm, rigid flesh. He rammed his dick further into her mouth as if he couldn’t help himself. Callie felt it touch the back of her throat, and she moved her mouth up and down, one hand caressing his balls and the other caressing his abs. As she gradually worked up speed, Blade’s fingers tangled into her loose bun.
His groans were deep and drawn out, his cock as hard as a rod, and lined with veins and ridges that made Callie yearn for it to be inside her, scratching the itch. She was empty inside and had a feeling his thick shaft would satisfy her hunger. Her pussy was pulsating with anticipation, her clit was buzzing. The faster she moved her mouth and hand up and down Blade’s cock, the faster he rose up to meet her.
“Jesus… you have a sweet mouth.” His voice broke with huskiness.
Callie could tell he was ready to climax. She decided to help him over. She took his balls into her mouth and rolled them around gently, at the same time reaching up to tweak his nipple. His grunt turned into a growl and she quickly took his dick into her mouth to catch the ribbon of cum spurting out of the slit.
“Ahhhhh!” His whole body quivered as she continued to suck him off, and then all she heard was his heavy breathing until he stilled.
His hand was still in her hair. It slipped down to her shoulder and he pulled her up next to him.
“Stay,” seemed all he could manage. Exhaustion had taken over.
Callie curled against his side. After a while his even breathing indicated he’d fallen asleep. She thought about slipping from his bed and going to her own room, and she would, in just a minute.
July 7, 2016
Writers Evolve
So, you have a favorite author that you read religiously. You have them on auto-buy so that you don't miss any of their new releases. You love, love love them! Then after a while you begin to notice a change in how you feel about that author. You don't look forward to their new releases as much as you used to. Their writing has changed and all of the sudden in stead of writing the Historical Romances that you've come to expect and crave, they're writing something all together different, in a genre you don't particularly like.
It happens to all of us at some time. Recently I fell into that category where my favorite author disappointed me by changing her genre. Suddenly her books didn't satisfy my craving. I think it had a lot to do with the fact that her book covers still reflected the old genre, which made me continue to purchase her books, but the story didn't deliver what the cover implied.
It took me a while to figure that out. When you find an author you really like who writes in the genre you love, and then they stop, it's hard to adapt. Readers want what they want. As a writer though, I've come to understand and accept that writer's switch it up to keep it fresh, and to invite in a different crowd.
Writer's are constantly evolving. My very first book, Kiss Me!, which started out as Cupid's Arrow with a publisher, was classified as a sweet romance. The one and only sex scene was at the very end of the book. However, there was a lot of build-up to that event. It might be a little hotter now but it could still be classified as a sweet romance.
Through the years I've gone from sweet, to spicy, to erotic hot. Switched from contemporary, to paranormal, to interracial, to biker suspense. What most readers might not realize is that authors go with what their characters want, they don't follow a formula to suit the writer.
It happens to all of us at some time. Recently I fell into that category where my favorite author disappointed me by changing her genre. Suddenly her books didn't satisfy my craving. I think it had a lot to do with the fact that her book covers still reflected the old genre, which made me continue to purchase her books, but the story didn't deliver what the cover implied.
It took me a while to figure that out. When you find an author you really like who writes in the genre you love, and then they stop, it's hard to adapt. Readers want what they want. As a writer though, I've come to understand and accept that writer's switch it up to keep it fresh, and to invite in a different crowd.
Writer's are constantly evolving. My very first book, Kiss Me!, which started out as Cupid's Arrow with a publisher, was classified as a sweet romance. The one and only sex scene was at the very end of the book. However, there was a lot of build-up to that event. It might be a little hotter now but it could still be classified as a sweet romance.
Through the years I've gone from sweet, to spicy, to erotic hot. Switched from contemporary, to paranormal, to interracial, to biker suspense. What most readers might not realize is that authors go with what their characters want, they don't follow a formula to suit the writer.
July 6, 2016
Big Book Sale!
NEWSFLASH!
Going on here until the end of the month. Don't miss out. A lot of authors are participating and you can pick up your summer reads for 25%, 50%, and 75% off regular prices! Make sure you add the coupon code, which is located beneath the buy button on the individual book page, at checkout.
July 5, 2016
July 3, 2016
Surrender to Desire Excerpt
Buy Link“Hello?”
Blade grinned at the impatience in the woman’s tone. “Yes, ma’am?”
“I’m not up here because I want to be.” She flashed him a smile.
“Just why are you up there?”
“Your cow chased me up here.”
“Satan?” Blade snickered. “Satan is a bull, ma’am. And the only thing he chases around here are the females he’s about to mount.” Her skirt moved with the breeze, teasing him with glimpses of her shapely legs. He was hoping to catch another look at the silk between her thighs. “Do you need help getting down?”
Her gaze shot to Satan, while her teeth chewed on the corner of her bottom lip. “If you don’t mind.”
“Just drop down and I’ll catch you.” He could sense her hesitation.
“I’m no lightweight,” she said after a while.
Blade paused, thinking about how to answer that. Women tended to be sensitive about their weight. As far as he was concerned there wasn’t a thing wrong with a woman who had a little meat on her. And from what he could see, there was definitely nothing wrong with her.
“Yes ma’am.” He kept his tone neutral. “I think I can handle it.”
“What about your cow, ah, bull?”
Blade followed the direction of her gaze to where Satan had wandered off. “Satan is the reason I’m out here. He escaped from his pen. You’re lucky he did. We only use this pasture during the winter months.”
“At least something is working out in my favor today.” She smiled down at him. “Get ready because here I come.”
Blade watched her take a careful step onto a lower branch, holding her skirt against her legs. He gripped Calypso tightly between his thighs to keep him steady. When she ran out of branches he raised his arms. The next thing he knew she dropped down right onto his lap. He caught her against him, and for a moment he was being smothered by her sweet flesh, exposed when her skirt got caught up on his hat. Several mind numbing thoughts registered at once, her subtle fragrance of something wild and tantalizing, the satiny softness of her skin, the arousing little gasp that passed through her lips.
“Oh, I’m so sorry!”
July 2, 2016
No Mercy
For those of you who expressed an interest in reading more about Rock, the VP in Phantom Riders who's love interest ran away while pregnant with his baby, No Mercy is his story. If you didn't read Phantom Riders MC that's okay, too. This is a stand alone erotic romance. Can't say much more about the plot as I'm only three chapters into it. I plan to get it out before the end of the year.
July 1, 2016
Hot here in Florida!
Too damned hot! I'm gonna have my grand kids the month of July and thank goodness for the pool because otherwise they're going to be cooped up inside and bored. I wanted to take them to the zoo in Sanford which is just down the road from us, and to the park a few days, but if this heat keeps up it's going to have to wait. Indoor activities will have to do.
Thank God there are a couple of new kid's movies coming out this month. BFG looks good, anything Spielberg is good anyway, and so does the one about what our pets do when they're home alone. I can also see a few lunch trips to Chick-fil-A, they have a inside playground like McDonald's. Anyone have any other ideas?
God, it's gonna be a long, hot month!
Thank God there are a couple of new kid's movies coming out this month. BFG looks good, anything Spielberg is good anyway, and so does the one about what our pets do when they're home alone. I can also see a few lunch trips to Chick-fil-A, they have a inside playground like McDonald's. Anyone have any other ideas?
God, it's gonna be a long, hot month!
