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Have You Met Jess?

Most of you don't need an introduction, you know my brother from Forget Me Never. He is Jess Hunter of course. Loving little brother of mine has his own book now on Amazon. In conjunction with me of course! 

As some of you may have familiarized yourself with his work already for those of you that didn't have the chance yet, 'For A Hero' released a few weeks ago with Rave Reviews! Throughout most of the Summer you'll be seeing Jess on several blogs, radio shows, and hopefully soon on here as a guest Blogger. You may have noticed the introduction of 'Why We Read' from another friend of mine, but just in case you were wondering we're going to be populating the blog with a lot more posts and hopefully much more as I'd like to liven things up. You know me, can't sit still. 

For A Hero on Amazon

Why We Read

By Fibre

Over the past few weeks I've found many people questioning whether a book is 'realistic' or not and judging it on that fact. I ask why?

It is the injustices in the world that leave us with the desire to disconnect, they leave us with the impressions that the tales of our childhood cannot be true. We want the dream, we want the aspirations of those legends we've grown up with to be reality. That's what makes books from magnificent writers like: Sable Hunter, Jess Hunter, and Ryan O'Leary such sought after pieces. We long for the hope and dreams of yesterday that once encompassed our lives so fully that we dressed up as Superman, Batman, and Spiderman. We want the Hero! We want those protectors, that's why we fantasize about them in the innocence of our youth and cling to those fantasies into adulthood. The beauty of reading is that it gives us the limitless possibilities of Love, Protection, Shelter, and Satisfaction. It's realism we strive to get away from in out day to day lives, that's what makes a novel so beautiful. Appreciate the allure of those limitless possibilities these authors provide. I find myself realizing that there are similarities between my dreams from childhood and adulthood, although magnificently different in oh so many ways, they are similar in their core concept. Break away from the fallacies of reality and the misconceptions of expectations in what we read, just find what you like and READ for the enjoyment of it :)

Finding Dandi by Sable Hunter on Amazon http://amzn.to/12kK4Kh
For A Hero by Jess Hunter on Amazon http://amzn.to/17E9BjK 
J’s Closet by Ryan O’Leary on Amazon http://amzn.to/11cTjrP

Interview with Sebastian Matthews

Interview with Sebastian Matthews, hero of Friends With Benefits, releasing May 6, 2013.

Me: Sebastian, tell me a little about yourself? What would readers be curious to know about you?

Sebastian: *shrugs a shoulder* I’m just your average man. I spend most of my time at Whipped Dream and I like to pluck at the guitar on occasion.

Me: I’d say you’re anything but the average man. What’s Whipped Dream?

Sebastian: It’s a bakery shop I co-own with Cassie. I make the best cinnamon rolls you’ve ever tasted. You should stop by sometime and take a bite *winks*.

Me: I’d love to. Is Cassie a lover?

Sebastian: *blushes* Cassie’s my best friend.

Me: But I’ve seen that look before. You like her as more than a friend, don’t you?

Sebastian: She’s a beautiful, intelligent woman, but it’s a sticky situation and risky. If we’d take things to the next level, and they don’t work, I could end up losing her.

Me: Well, we don’t want to give too much information away. I do want to ask, you bake and eat your own sweet treats I’m sure, so how do you stay in such great shape?

Sebastian: I do a little running and boxing. Working in the gym is the best stress reliever. These days, I’ve busted my ass over at the gym.

Me: So, why should readers pick up your story.

Sebastian: Haven’t we all wondered once or twice what it’d be like to sleep with a friend? This is a story that’ll show the journey that friends take as they decide their fate. I’ve made some mistakes along the way and didn’t tell her how I felt soon enough. Like most men, eh?

Suffering from years of hopeless romantic notions with sexy, sassy heroines and bad-ass heroes taking residence in her mind, Rhonda decided to write, bringing the stories alive. With baby on hip and laptop on the other, and a couple of years later, Rhonda has published six eBooks with a handful of spicy love stories waiting for the final touches.

When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you will find her with her children, watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places, doing (or trying) yoga, and finding new ways to keep her smile bright.

Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where one goes to get away. Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time…
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Friends With Benefits by Rhonda Lee Carver

Cassie’s admirer hides behind a blindfold…could he be somebody she knows?

Cassandra and Sebastian have been friends since college. They know everything about each other, and even own a restaurant together. Now she has a secret admirer—one who asks her to meet him wearing a blindfold…and nothing else. She complies, mostly, and must rely on how he smells, feels, and sounds when they meet. He seems familiar. Familiar enough to be Sebastian? Surely not. Maybe she’s hoping her admirer is Sebastian. Maybe…

Sebastian has a secret Cassie knows nothing of: He’s in love with her. But telling her could destroy their friendship. So he’s got to sit back and watch as she swoons for this secret admirer who uses all the right romantic words to win her heart.

Can Sebastian step forward and reveal himself? Supposing he dares to let Cassie know he loves her, can their friendship survive if she doesn’t feel the same for him?

CONTENT WARNING: strong language, graphic sex
She no longer heard his footsteps. Her breath caught. The presence of her lover changed the aura of her bedroom. The warmth of the room skyrocketed and a faint scent of cologne reached her nostrils. She frantically searched her mind for the fragrance. She knew the smell, but had no time to process the thought. All logical thinking faded when a deep, raspy growl penetrated the air. A lover’s sound of appreciation.

Knowing he was turned on charged her every nerve. Her breasts became tight. Her insides shuddered. She resisted the overwhelming urge to tear off her mask. Would he run away if she did?

A sliver of vulnerability targeted her senses. Yet, she was excited.

Cassie couldn’t be referred to as innocent. She’d had lovers in the past, but nothing like this. All experience floated out the window as she pondered what she should say, if she said anything at all.

The soft thumping of his shoes echoed off the walls as he moved across her hardwood floor. Sounded like he wore boots. Not cowboy boots, but work boots with rubber soles. Was he a construction worker? Her mind conjured up images of tight T-shirt clinging to a sweaty, toned upper body. Worn jeans cradling tight ass and muscular legs.

The apex of her thighs moistened. She had it bad. How could one man, a stranger at that, fan her thoughts into flaming desire?

With use of her sight off limits, her hearing became overly sensitive. She listened to every sound. The rustling of his clothes and a long, drawn-out sigh, then scuffling as he moved to the side of the bed. She pushed herself higher against the headboard, anticipation growing heavy.

He didn’t touch her. She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “Hello?” She wished she could have hidden the eagerness in her voice. She didn’t want to come off as desperate; however, her body throbbed in yearning.

Silence.

She started to speak again, but the mattress lowered under his weight. Her body slid a few inches toward him across the slick material of the cover. She pushed herself back up, regaining her pose on the bed. Her breathing grew heavy in her ears. Her heart raced. Could he hear it?

Although she knew it was coming, she jerked when his fingers touched her ankle. She laughed at her involuntary reaction, but it fizzled. His touch seemed like a laser, sending rivulets of heated awareness up her leg and exploding like shards of glass into her loins.

A sigh fell from her lips before she could snatch it back. “Yes.” She clenched her hands at her sides.

Slowly, deftly, his palm trailed a frenzied path upward past her knee, and settled against her inner thigh. A shiver of need gripped her muscles.

The tip of her tongue slid out and moistened her lips on its own accord. She didn’t care that desire plagued her with physical signs of longing. All she knew was she wanted this man. Apprehension disappeared.

“Please,” she pleaded.

His hand, warm and large, relaxed against her stomach.

She squirmed, started to reach out to touch him, but he clutched her wrists with one hand and held them securely. She moaned. “I want to touch you.”

“No.” His voice came as a gruff whisper.

Chatting with Cody Martin!

You have the opportunity to hire anybody as your cover artist. If you write children’s books or books that are heavily illustrated, who would you get for the interior artwork? 

Oh, I just wish my books were heavily illustrated – as an erotic romance author – that could be very interesting. Sable’s Sexual Positions – ah yes. Seriously, I have 15 books and most of them have Jimmy Thomas on the cover – and he is one luscious hunk. SCP has a great cover artist named Dawne Dominique. I have also used the talented Niina Cord and Covers by Ramona.  My brother Jess has a book coming out soon and he has chosen to do something different – more 50 shades of Grey or Twilight – it’s just fire. For A Hero – it’s going to be good. Covers, to me, should give you a hint of what the book is about.  The greatest compliment I received on a cover was Burning Love when a woman said – at last - a cover that depicts a scene in the book. And she was right, I had Harley down on her knees licking Beau’s tummy - - yea, I bet you expected something different from this interview – didn’t you? – ha! 

Who would you co-write your next novel with? What genre? Why?

I would love to co-author a book with Shayla Black. She is one of my favorite authors. I would keep it in the erotic romance category, maybe an anthology. I could see us doing something on Bull Rider’s or Hockey Players. Right now I am coauthoring two books – one with my talented brother Jess Hunter entitled FOR A HERO and one with the sexy Ryan O’Leary entitled THUNDERBIRD.    

Your publisher wants to do an audiobook version of your novel and they’re not sparing any expense. Who do you think can narrate your masterpiece?

That’s easy – I already have him in my sights. Alan Cooke is an Emmy award winning writer and filmmaker with an Irish voice that will make you swoon. He created a trailer for me for my Hell Yeah series and we are discussing audio books, also. He is talented and worth every penny.

Here’s the link – check it out

They’re really going all out! Your novel is getting a full soundtrack. Who should compose it? If your novel uses a lot of songs, list your compilation here. 

Oh, my goodness – music is not my thing. I do play classical piano and I do sing, but I don’t listen to a lot of music. I love Elvis, but he has left the building – ha! Jess has given me advice though and he says Howard Shore who composed The Bridge of KHAZAD-DUM which was used in the new Superman trailer. He also did the music for Eclipse, the new Twilight movie.

In my books, a lot of music is mentioned – everything from Unchained Melody, Baby’s Got Her Blue Jeans On, and every Elvis song you can imagine – lots of stripper numbers, too – hahaha!

Congratulations! Your novel is being turned into a major motion picture. As the creator of the original work, you get to pick the director.

The director has some ideas on who to cast, but you get to cast one character. What role/character is it and who portrays them?

Nick Cassavetas who directed THE NOTEBOOK would be my choice. And yes, I want to pick one character – yum – I want Michael Scratch to play Aron McCoy – God, I love his butt! Michael Scratch is a hunk and a half and I have used him as inspiration for my sex scenes more times than I can count. Since he is already starring in my imagination – he might as well get paid for it.   

You’ve been hired to write a novel based on a preexisting character or franchise from another medium. Which character or franchise is it? 

I’d love to write an erotic romance about JOHN ROSS EWING of DALLAS and this time he falls hard for a woman and is FAITHFUL!!! HA! I’d love to tame J. R. Jr.

It’s the anniversary of your favorite literary character’s debut. You’ve been hired (yay, work!) to write an anniversary novel. Who is the literary character? 

The anniversary novel I would most like to write is one concerning Clive Cussler’s character, Dirk Pitt – I’d write him a romance novel – an adventure. Yes, everything has to be a romance and there must be hot sex. The setting I would like is Louisiana and I would have him solving some great mysteries concerning Indian Burial Mounds, the underground railroad and haunted plantations. Sounds like a winner to me.

Thanks for inviting me to do this, Cody Martin!

Next up in the blog hop  - have two to lead you to.

Kevin Brown at Creative Mysteries

And Ellie Mack

Thank you for visiting

The Lovely Rhonda Carver

Steamy, sexy love scenes. Hot characters with big d*%^# and dazzling beauty. Deep pockets and rich bank accounts. Stamina to last all night. Yeah...these are the things books are made of. Real life? Ehh...not even close.
I've been asked in interviews if, as a writer of erotic romance, my expectations are enough to give a poor man a broken penis. *chuckling* Is that ridiculous or what? That's right up there with the idea that as a writer I sit around all day in see-through lingerie surrounded by sex toys and men. Even funnier.
What I can say is...my brain works overtime. I'd like to think I'm creative and spontaneous, and can entertain readers with my awesome and wild ideas. There's never a dull moment inside this mind of mine. Even at this very moment I have a good three or four storylines bee-bopping around, waiting for their debut. If only I had a clone, or two, I’d triple the amount of contracts for books. That’s a whole different blog.
Okay…do I expect my husband to be an awesome lover? Hell yes. Don’t you expect the same from your partner? Now, do I expect my husband to live by his c*^#? No, I don’t. He means much more to me than his package. Just as my characters mean more to me than hot love scenes. They become real, with emotions and ideas. A piece of me is dunked into every book I write. I strive to please my fans, and love to hear about their satisfaction. I write to give relationships stronger romance because I believe a couple is the foundation to everything else.
I hope you’ll check out my work and see just how I like romance…
I have a steamy number that’s going to rock readers’ world (at least I hope). Friends With Benefits. Watch for its release on May 6, 2013 with Lyrical Press.
In the meant time, I hope you’ll check out my latest release, Dreaming Ivy. A book of time travel, paranormal and true love. 


Here is an excerpt: 


Dreaming Ivy by Rhonda Lee Carver

Can a past love become their future?

The Thorntons’ mansion is full of timeless secrets waiting to be unraveled. When small-town journalist Ivy and ghost hunter Max are stuck in the forgotten, dilapidated house, they find more than just a haunting. Ivy finds herself dreaming of the former owners, Marcus Thornton and his lovely wife, Elizabeth. Their profound love was once the talk of the town, and the cause their mysterious, untimely deaths never found. When Ivy’s dreams begin to become reality, the mystery starts to unravel and sheds truth on more than just the past.


WARNING: Graphic language, naughty ghosts, a non-committal male, and a love that endures beyond time and death.
Ivy stepped into the corridor. She stopped and listened. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a shadow sweep across the wall. She turned as it disappeared. “Hello?” No answer. She stomped down the hall and burst into the room. “Hello–”

The room was empty.Ivy swallowed the taste of fright. A shiver raced across her skin. She had seen someone, or had she? She rubbed her eyes. Maybe the shadows were playing tricks on her.

A loud crack in the floor behind her sent Ivy twisting. The sun from the window blinded her. She acted on impulse. She drew her fist back and punched–landing on something solid. The force behind her connection with skin and bone sent her off balance, flailing backward. A hand on her wrist pulled her hard against a steely frame.

She met a dark stare, just as she felt wobbling. The impact of her body had sent him a step back. He lost his balance. Together they fell. The air whooshed from his chest as Ivy landed on top of the stranger.

She closed her eyes and remained still. She wanted nothing more than for the floor to swallow her. Several long seconds floated by. Neither of them said a word. She finally opened her eyes.

Embarrassed and confused, Ivy laid her palms against his shoulders, pushing herself up. She looked directly into his not-so-pleased expression and gulped. Enchanting green eyes, prominent cheekbones, midnight hair…and a pissed-off set to his jaw. She’d made a mistake–a huge one. “Max Shepard.” It wasn’t a question.

He narrowed his eyes. “Ivy Kennedy, journalist and amateur boxer?”

The deep, rich tone of his voice did funny things to the pit of her stomach. His voice wasn’t the only toned part of him. Pressed together gave her an up close and personal testimonial of his physical assets. Broad chest, tight abs to long legs, she could feel tight muscles and a curious bulge. She scooted her hip around the swelling in his jeans. Heat and realization spread through her body.

One corner of his mouth lifted. “It’s my cell.” Could he see straight through her?

“Cell?”

He reached into his pocket and held up his phone. Ivy was certain her skin changed into the perfect color of mortification. She wondered just how bad this could get. Pasting a smile on her face, she said, “Nice to meet you.” The temperature rose between them into the triple digits. Their bodies seemed to melt together. He didn’t look like the pictures she’d seen on the internet. He looked more distinguished in person. “You’re older than I thought,” she blurted.

“Older?”

“Older, in a good way.” She licked her bottom lip and nervously pushed her hair behind her ear. “My mother said I have a bad habit of saying the most awkward things and rambling–” She swallowed. “–like I am now.” She moved slightly.

His zipper started to swell again. Was that another cell phone in his pocket, or… Before her mind could complete the thought, he wrapped his large hands around her waist and lifted her off him. He set her on her feet as he came to stand in front of her. “That’s better,” he said as he backed up. “Damn.” He kicked rug that must have been the reason behind their fall.

He stood there, silent. This was a complete disaster. She’d managed to give him a black eye to match the dark scowl on his face. She needed to start searching for a new job. Marshall would have her head for this.
BIO:

Suffering from years of hopeless romantic notions with sexy, sassy heroines and bad-ass heroes taking residence in her mind, Rhonda decided to write, bringing the stories alive. With baby on hip and laptop on the other, and a couple of years later, Rhonda has published six eBooks with a handful of spicy love stories waiting for the final touches.

When Rhonda isn’t crafting edge-of-your-seat, sizzling novels, you will find her with her children, watching soccer, watching a breathtaking movie, traveling to exotic places, doing (or trying) yoga, and finding new ways to keep her smile bright.

Rhonda thrives on making her readers happy. She believes life can be a challenge, but reading is a place where one goes to get away. Everyone deserves romance—one page at a time…
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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Dreaming-Ivy-ebook/dp/B0083V4R2U/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1359926119&sr=1-3&keywords=rhonda+lee+carver

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Be Careful What you Ask For...

#CelebratingValentineShare a Valentine's Day moment! This Giveaway Hop was organized by Reading Romances!

Please check the link for READING ROMANCE BLOG HOP – click on it and visit all of the other authors for more chances to win. There is a marvelous grand prize that will be selected from the comments. Please leave your email address with your comment.

I will also be giving away a beautiful basket. There are five baskets, so you will get one of the really pretty ones if your name is drawn. That’s not all, I will also be giving away two copies of the book of your choice from my current and back list.

Just check my website here and get one in mind. | Please visit my fan page
I love Valentine’s Day and I have some great memories of times gone by when I had a special someone to share them with. Let me tell you about the day that I got exactly what I asked for . . . . . .

I haven’t always been an author – NO! Before I ventured into the world of steamy romance, I worked in at an engineering firm in their financial office. Cubicles give me the hives, but back then I was used to it. Office relationships are always strange, but I was one of the few women managers and I was always conscious of appearing professional. One Valentine’s Day, I wasn’t so lucky.

In my group, there was one older woman secretary that I admired. She had been married several times and each time she had married ‘up’. After each divorce, she had acquired more and more gold, it seemed. Laura dressed to the nines! And dripped jewelry – big jewelry – hunky gold bangles and chunky gold necklaces. I was fresh out of college and hadn’t had a boyfriend long and my jewelry was sparse and most of it I had bought myself.

Big jewelry was not all that Laura received – she also got big flowers. Her boyfriend or 4th husband, or whatever would send her bouquets. And these bouquets weren’t your normal carnations or rosebuds like I received from Heath – oh no. She was gifted with flamboyant sprays of birds of paradise and Asiatic lilies, calla lilies – peonies – heck, I don’t know – I just knew they were big. I would look at my heartfelt little pots of carnations then over at Laura’s magnificent posies and be green with envy.

I wanted big flowers.

So, I went home and made a mistake.

Now, before I tell you what I did – let’s talk about reality. Men forget things – birthdays, anniversaries – heck, they don’t ever forget sex – but sometimes they forget romance. We women love romance. We want flowers and chocolates and jewelry, things to let us know that we are important to our men. But if you have to tell them or remind them, it sort of negates the significance of the gift, unless it is just the gift you’re after. Normally – I’m not after the gift. I’m after the thought – you’ve heard that – it’s the thought that counts.

But this time, I told Heath about the big flowers.  He listened. I described them, holding my arms out to show him their expanse. When I got through, he said – “That’s sounds good, Baby.” And kissed me on the head.

End of story.

I thought.

Now Valentine’s Day came and – my, o my – did things begin to hop. The guards in the lobby played February Santa Claus, they let in the florist delivery trucks and made the phone calls. One by one, all the secretaries would get a call, they would squeal and head for the elevators to go down and see what their beaus or husbands had sent them on this day when they would show their love where all could see. I walked around and saw bouquets of dozens of roses – red, pink, fuchsia. Laura had gone one better, she had roses this time, too – four dozen and there was a pair of diamond earrings affixed to the card. The smells were heady and the atmosphere was festive. Only those who had not been remembered had reason to be subdued.

Like me.

I kept waiting for the call. I tried not to show it, but several of the others asked what Heath was giving me for Valentine’s. I remembered being picky and persnickety and figured that I would be getting what the little boy shot at – nothing.

But I was wrong.

My phone rang and the guard said, “Ms. Hunter,” pause – pause – snicker – snicker.

“What?” I wondered.

Another snicker. “Ms. Hunter, you have a delivery down here.” I was about to put the phone down. “Better bring help” Snicker.

What could he have meant by that?

I took off, my excitement was palatable. Heath had sent me something for Valentine’s Day! The elevator was so slow! When I reached the bottom, I almost ran the rest of the way – round the corner – across the wide marble floor. I scanned the top of the reception counter – it was full of beautiful vases of flowers and baskets filled with candy and teddy bears. There were even balloon bouquets affixed to packages from Victoria’s Secret. With excitement I ran up and began to look at the cards, trying to determine which gorgeous gift was mine.

“Over here, Ms. Hunter.” I heard the voice, and I could tell they were laughing. At me. I turned and looked to where he was pointing and then – I saw it. Heath! I didn’t know whether to sit down and laugh or call him up and propose. For there – standing – STANDING – before me was a tremendous – ly – large SPRAY of orchids. And by spray, I don’t mean a limb or stem full of orchids. Oh no. My Heath had sent me something entirely different.

I don’t know how many of you have gone to funerals, but you all know what a funeral spray is – its on a stand. The flowers are about four foot tall. My Valentine’s gift consisted of a horseshoe covered with orchids – dozens of orchids. There was a banner across the spray, the same size that Miss America would wear, and it proclaimed, “I LOVE YOU, SABLE.”

I walked up to it, carefully – after all, it was very large. I had seen horseshoe shaped wreaths like this – at horseraces – around the necks of the equine winners. But despite its unusual shape and wire stand that it was anchored to – it was incredible. I was impressed. I was in love. I tried to pick it up and tote it, but I’m little. Just like the guard said, I had to get help to wag the great arrangement to the elevator and back up to the 13th floor.

But, I did learn a lesson. I learned not to make specific requests concerning my surprises.

After all, I might get exactly what I asked for.

BIG FLOWERS

Haha!!

I wrote this into my book, BADASS. But there’s another scene that you might enjoy – its raunchy – so, you’ve been warned – but it’s also sweet and loving. And here – Jacob and Jessie give one another a special gift. It’s not Big Flowers – but it’s big in lots of other ways. HAHA!  By the way – this book is free on Amazon – right now! It’s part of my Hell Yeah! series – all seven of them!Here is an excerpt from HOT ON HER TRAIL which is free RIGHT NOW ON AMAZON – Click here

Jessie was awed by the beauty of the Driskill Hotel. She had never been inside of it, but anyone who lived in Austin knew that it was beyond compare. As Jacob checked them in, Jessie hung back, almost afraid that someone would ask her to leave.

Jacob had thought of everything. In addition to her clothing, he had presented her with a beautiful set of luggage and every kind of feminine lotion and potion he could think of. She was definitely overwhelmed. Soothing her hands down over the beautiful dress, she noticed that her baby bump was definitely bigger and fairly obvious in what she had on. She had borrowed Libby’s curling iron and her hair hung in ringlets to the middle of her back. But seeing the fancy dressed women who were coming and going in the elegant lobby, Jessie was afraid that, despite the beautiful clothes, she stuck out like a sore thumb.

Jacob caught her by the hand and whisked her to the elevator. “We’re in the Heritage Suite; you’re going to love it.” Five other people boarded the elevator with them, but Jacob drew her into the circle of his arms and hugged her close. “What’s next on your list, baby - doll?”

Jessie could feel the heat rising up her body. If they hadn’t had an audience, she would have turned to him and climbed him like a telephone pole. Her sex began to tingle in anticipation of what they would do when they were alone.

When the doors opened at their floor, Jacob kissed her hand and led her down the hall. Opening the door, Jessie was struck by the luxury of the hardwood floors and soaring ceiling. There was a cozy fireplace and ornate French doors that opened onto a balcony. A drapery of fine fabrics framed the lush, king size bed and the bathroom included a full Jacuzzi bathtub for two with a large stained-glass window and a marble shower with a private steam room. Their luggage had arrived ahead of them and there was a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice.

Jacob was dressed all in black, and looked sexier than any man had a right to. “It’s time,” he growled as he began walking toward her. Even though she was tingling from head to foot with sexual anticipation, she began backing up. His sensuality was simply overpowering. “I love that dress, but it’s got to go.” Catching her to him, he picked it up by the hem and whisked it off. Leaving her standing in the skimpiest black lace bra and matching panties that she had ever owned. “Dear God in Heaven,” he muttered. “I am the luckiest son-of-a-bitch in the world.”

“No, Jacob,” she countered. “I’m the lucky one. There’s no way in the world this can be real. I’m dreaming. I must still be back in my bed at the McCay’s. All of this has to be a fantasy. Women like me aren’t meant to be in places like this with a man like you.” Jessie was sincere. “I can’t believe you want me.”

Jacob enveloped her in the cocoon of his arms. “Sweetheart, I’m turned on just watching you breathe,” he shut his eyes - the anticipation nearly killing him.

Jessie pulled him down for a kiss, straddling one of his legs in an effort to get closer. He raised his knee enough so that her pussy rested firmly on his firm thigh muscle. God, it felt so good.

Jacob let one hand slide from her breast down to fondle her bottom. Damn! He never wanted to forget this sensation; the thin little scrap of lace that passed for panties was no barrier between her puffed up clit and the steel hard muscle of his thigh. It was an exquisite feeling. Raining kisses on her face, he traced the lacy patterns with his tongue. “Do you like that, baby? That’s it. Ride me, angel,” he urged her on.

Jessie didn’t need more encouragement. In her frenzy, she hooked one foot behind his knee and sought to bring even more pressure against her sex. Gasps of excitement slipped through her lips and on impulse, she let her lips find the smooth skin of his neck and she bit down, longing to connect with him on every level possible.

Jacob was in heaven. This beautiful creature was taking her pleasure on his body like she was born for it.

Bearing down, Jessie let the incredible friction swamp her senses. Holding on to his wide shoulders, she set a heady rhythm. “Hmmmm, this feels so good,” she moaned. Already, she could feel her cream start to flow. “I’m going to get your leg wet,” she started to pull away.

“Do you think I care?” he chided her. “Baby, I could make a meal out of you. The wetter you get, the bigger my head swells – both of them,” he gritted his teeth. With one hand wrapped around her back and the other steadying her gyrating little bottom, Jacob watched in wonder as her eyes glazed over with ecstasy. “That’s it, Jess. Make yourself come on my leg. I love to give you pleasure, baby.”

“Jacob, I can’t believe I’m doing this!” she exclaimed as her body began to tremble in his arms. Little whimpers of excitement escaped her lips as she ground her vagina against his leg. It didn’t take long for the shaking to start. Jacob hugged her close as she bucked and screamed. “Hold me, Jacob. Hold me,” she begged. “Never let me go.” There it was again. Jacob adored the fact that she begged for the shelter of his arms. He held her tight as she shuddered convulsively against him.

“I’ve got you, doll. I’ve got you,” he promised. The only thing that could make it better was if he could sink his steel rod deep within her honeyed depths. “Don’t hold back, treasure. Make yourself feel good. My cock’s so ready for you that if you looked at him crooked, he’d shoot off like Fourth of July fireworks.”

That was all it took. Despite the earth-shattering orgasm, she couldn’t wait to have him inside of her. “Take me.”

She held her arms up to him, and he picked he up. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her to the bathroom. “I hope having sex while standing up is one of your fantasies?” Not waiting for her reply, he shed his clothes and stood before her with his proud cock locked and loaded.

With trembling fingers she unhooked her bra and pulled down her panties. “Oh, yes. And up against the shower wall is even higher on the list,” she admitted.

He adjusted the temp and pulled her under the spray. Without any preamble he began to worship at her breast. “You are so soft,” he whispered, as he ran his hands over her breasts, pushing them together and tonguing her nipples into diamond hard peaks.

Jessie held on to his shoulders, as he lifted her up so that her breasts were level with his mouth. “Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered her as he continued his decadent feast.

“Put him in, Jacob. I’m on fire,” she begged.

“Hold on to the top of the stall, baby.” Mindlessly, she did as he asked. Over his shoulder, she saw that one entire wall was a mirror and their reflections were startling in their erotic clarity. Hypnotized, she watched as he plunged into her. A gasp of absolute relief and ecstasy escaped from her lips. His cock was so thick that she felt as if he were going to ream her in half. The pleasure was exquisite. But, what had her completely and utterly fascinated was how Jacob looked from the back as he pinned her to the wall, again and again. He was absolutely divine. She couldn’t take her eyes off his powerful legs, as he kept one slightly behind the other in order to give himself leverage to push inside of her. And his butt was perfect! She watched it clinch and pump, thrusting forward as he plumbed her aching vagina. The sight of their passion, coupled with the incredible sensation of his cock surging into and out of her pussy, pushed her over the edge. Over and over again, her vagina contracted. Jessie reeled as every sensation was magnified a thousand fold. “Jacob! I love you. I love you. I love you.”

Her words - so welcome, so blessed, so unexpected catapulted Jacob into the most powerful orgasm of his life. Each time he rammed into her honeyed depths, he felt like he was coming home.

Jacob’s whole body trembled in her arms. He still held her high and lifted up, and she could still feel his manhood throbbing with release deep within her. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Squeezing her eyes shut, Jessie was horrified that she blurted out her feelings. She just screamed her love for him. Out loud. Never had she intended to burden Jacob with unwanted declarations of love. She expected for him to put her down, but he didn’t. Instead he strode out of the bathroom, dripping water, until he came to the bed. Laying her down, he walked back to the bathroom and returned with two oversized bath towels. She reached for one, but he held it out of her reach, away from her. “Uh-uh - this is my rodeo, baby.” Gently, he dried her off; paying special attention to her tender places. As he did, he studied her face - his expression baffled Jessie. If she had to put a name to it - it would be - adoration. His eyes were warm and intense; he never took his gaze off of her. A big smile lit up his whole face - Jessie didn’t know what to think. After he was satisfied that they were both dry, he laid down beside her and propped his head up on one strong hand. His big body completely overshadowed her, making her feel small, warm and protected
“Okay, lamb-chop. Now, that we’re not in the throes of passion, would you care to repeat what you told me earlier?” Jacob was so afraid that what she said had been borne more of sexual satisfaction and less of heartfelt emotion. He held his breath, waiting to hear what the verdict would be. Did she love him? And what would he do if she didn’t?

Jessie groaned. She turned her head away from him, embarrassed to look him in the face. Jacob’s heart sank. “You didn’t mean it, Jess? You don’t love me?”

Jessie debated with herself. This was an opportunity to save face. She could tell him that it was just the sex talking, or she could own up to the greatest truth of her life. A turmoil of emotion swept over her, but when she faced Jacob, the uncertainty on his face melted all her reservations. “I love you,” she said simply. His grip on her arm tightened, and something flared in his eyes. She didn’t dare try to analyze his expression. She didn’t want to hear his gentle letdown. Cupping her palm over his mouth, she staunched his flow of words. “Let me finish,” she insisted. Unable to stay still, she was up and off the bed and on the opposite side from him before he could stop her.

“Don’t leave me.”

“I need to say this, and I can’t look at you or touch you while I say it,“ Jessie began to pace.

Realizing she was naked, she picked up the black dress off the floor and pulled it over her head. “I love you,” she repeated herself. “I love you more than I ever knew I was capable of loving anyone. My life hasn’t been full of affection - my father, who truly loved me, died when I was very young. I was a major disappointment to my mother, and she never let me forget it - she withheld her affection because of it. Circumstances of my life and my own personal failings have kept love from me - but then, the miracle of our baby and you came along and changed all that.”

Jacob was on pins and needles. As much as he wanted to hear her say that she loved him, he didn’t want her to love him just because he might be the father of her baby. He remembered that she had expressed that same fear - and he had dismissed her feelings as irrelevant. Now, he knew better.

Jessie stopped pacing and hugged herself tightly - she always did this when she felt lonely or overwhelmed. Basically, she hugged herself because she wasn’t used to anyone else being there to do it for her. Until Jacob. Taking a deep breath, she faced him - but she forced herself to look over his head, she couldn’t look him in the eye. “I love you,” she repeated. “But I had no right to just blurt it out like that.”

He got up off the bed. She heard him putting on his pants, the belt buckle clanked against the snaps on his blue jeans. Was he leaving? Had she scared him off completely? Then, she heard him walking across the floor toward her. Every cell of her body was in the flight mode; her feet could scarcely stay still. Before he reached her, she turned away and let the rest of her feelings tumble out. “I give it to you as a gift, with no strings attached and no expectations for it to be returned.” There. She said it.

It was quiet in the room.

Jessie froze. Where was he?

Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“Jessie?” She steeled her spine. He was right behind her. “Turn around, baby.”

Slowly, she turned. God. He was on his knees at her feet. “Jessie, sweetheart. I love you. I adore you. I worship the ground that you walk on.” He grasped both of her hands in his and he kissed each palm. “And like you, I don’t want to be loved just for our baby’s sake. I want to be loved for me.”

Wrapping her arms around him, Jessie lavished him with love and kisses. “You are loved. For you. I love our child. I want our child. But, you - you are more important to me than anything.” She punctuated each word with a kiss.

Laughing, Jacob finally got her settled down enough to kiss her properly. “You have made me so happy, baby. Will you marry me, Jessie? I know we haven’t known each other but a few days - but I know all I need to know to recognize that you’re the love of my life. My heart recognized you from the moment I saw you in the barn - my bare-naked angel.”

“How can you say that, Jacob” She knelt with him. He held her hands, weaving their fingers together. “You do realize that compared to you, I’m a nobody. I worked as a maid, Jacob. I cleaned offices and bathrooms for a living.”

Softly, he placed his lips to hers. “Hush, sweetness. You’re perfect. There’s one job that you do - and you do it very well. In fact you’re the only person in the world that’s qualified to do it.”

Jessie kissed his cheek. He was the sweetest man in the entire world. And he was hers? “What job is that, Jacob?”

“You make me happy,” he whispered to her. “You’re the only person in the world that can make me perfectly, outrageously happy.” Cuddling her up to him, he reminded her. “I asked you a question? Are you going to marry me, Jess? Will you be my wife?”



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THE MCCOY HEARTBREAKER – BADASS ISAAC

I have had my heart broken – more than once. I can remember falling in love with the boy next door. He was older than me, a football player. His hair was dirty blonde and he was ripped. Sean David Phillips. Sigh. Alas, he acted like he didn’t know I was in the world. Our properties connected, and I would sneak down to my horse barn, crawl through the fence and sit in the shade of a sweet gum tree – just to watch him work-out. Lord Have Mercy! Sean would be outside with two of his brothers – shirtless – and toss a football or lift weights. And I – I in my fifteenth year – flat chested and wearing braces would fan myself while waves of pubescent lust flooded my veins.

My life wasn’t very exciting – the only place my parents let me go was church. I did church camps, mission trips, choir, Vacation Bible School – I was a deacon’s kid and like the rest of them, I dreamed of being bad. Ha!  

My stepdad was friends with Sean’s dad, so there were times when our families would get together, and I was always tongue tied and awkward. I would sit across the room and stare at him, and if he looked my way, I would hurriedly turn my head.  Seldom did he say a word to me, and if he did – it was only to tell me to pass the potatoes or to let the dog out. We also went to the same school – a small school where everyone knew everyone else’s business. Kids can be cruel – as you well know. My greatest mistake was trusting my girlfriends. I was a late bloomer and when they found out I had a crush on a guy, they worried the mess out of me till I spilled my guts and told it all. Little did I know they planned to humiliate me. One day in the cafeteria, I was minding my own business, eating the burger or chicken fried steak or whatever the lunch was that day. The crowd was loud – clanking forks, the skitter of trays being emptied in tin garbage cans – lots of whispering and giggling. I wasn’t paying a lot of attention to what was going on, when Nelda – my supposed friend – elbowed me – “Look, there’s your man!” When she said that, I should have realized something was up. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a man of any kind.

I glanced up – and there he was. The sun made his blonde hair gleam and his smile melted my heart. He wasn’t smiling at me, but that didn’t matter. And then it happened . . . . “Hey, Sean! Did you know Sable likes you?” I nearly fell out of my chair. Nelda was standing up and pointing at me, yelling at the top of her lungs. I wanted to die! I prayed for the floor to swallow me up, but it didn’t. And it got worse. Sean stopped in his tracks, so did the whole line of kids behind him, including his little cheerleader girlfriend who was right behind him. The entire cafeteria went dead silent. You could have heard a pin drop.

I broke the silence, “I didn’t say that,” I protested – the biggest lie I’ve ever told. Everyone waited. Sean looked at me. Just looked at me. Then he said – “That’s okay, I wouldn’t date a homely church mouse anyway.” My heart broke. I never expected to date him, but I didn’t want my lack of appeal to be center stage, either.

There were other times my heart was broken, but this one stands out. I still know Sean. We’re friends now – of a sort. I never mentioned that day again, and neither did he. Actually, I learned later that he wasn’t the desirable guy I thought he was.

When I wrote Badass, I wrote myself into the story. Avery, the good girl – the preacher’s daughter is me. But Isaac McCoy is not Sean Philips, he is a real man. Yes, he breaks Avery’s heart – but he does it out of love. Let me give you a glimpse into the book.

WARNING EXPLICIT EXCERPT FROM BADASS – HELL YEAH!!!!

Isaac cranked up and took off, relieved to have some idea where to find her.  As he drove, he rehearsed a speech – he practiced it until the moment he slid into a parking spot. But nothing he could think of sounded right.  It didn’t matter; he still had every intention of confronting her.  The fact that he just wanted to see her wasn’t a factor.  Yea, right.  Hell!  Rapping on the door, he waited.

“That was quick,” she greeted him with a smile that only lasted a second.  “Isaac!  I thought you were my thin crust pepperoni.  What are you doing here?”

She didn’t sound glad to see him.  Still, he felt his heart being squeezed as if it were caught in a vise.  There was no doubt about it – Avery was the sweetest, sexiest woman in the whole world.  Standing ramrod straight before him, arms crossed over her mouth-watering chest, she was wearing some kind of flannel gown that covered every inch of her body.  Isaac thought she looked absolutely adorable.  “Now, this is how I expected you to look.”  The sexy, seductive siren he had seen at the club might be unfamiliar to him – but this kitten he recognized.  Isaac stared at her – yes, this was his woman and every molecule in his soul was chanting, ‘Mine, Mine, Mine.”

“How did you find me?”  Avery ignored his comment about her gown.  Drats, she was so mad she was sputtering.  Why did he have to show up when she had on the drabbest, unsexiest nightclothes in existence?  Why – oh, why hadn’t she kept her biker clothes on for just a few more minutes?   “And why did you come looking for me?  I thought the only thing you wanted was for me to get out of your sight.”  He was here, in front of her.  She wanted to grab him and pull him in, but she didn’t think she could stand to be rejected twice in one night.  So, she was playing it tough.  

“Step in sweet-doll.  The whole world doesn’t need to hear our business.”  He walked toward her as she backed away from him.  “We’ve got some talking to do.”

“I can’t think of a thing in the world we have to say to one another.  I believe you’ve said it all.”  He could tell she was torn.  Her eyes flashed between warm and wary like a Walk/Don’t Walk sign. 

With a predatory gleam in his eye, Isaac stalked her deeper into the motel room.  “You’ve been out of town awhile.  Where have you been – exactly?”  He wasn’t making polite conversation – he really wanted to know.

“I’m surprised you noticed.”  She waved a small hand in the air, dismissively.  “But, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

He pushed on.  “What were you doing at the club tonight, Avery?  I told you before – Hardbodies is no place for a girl like you.  What if I hadn’t been there?  Do you have any idea what could have happened to you?  You could have been gang raped!”  He watched her little face flush with anger; she was getting angrier by the minute.  She’d never know how much he wanted her – God, what he wouldn’t give to scoop her up and kiss that mad right out of her.  And he could do it too; there wasn’t a doubt about it.

“That wouldn’t have happened.  Besides, I wouldn’t have stayed if you hadn’t been there.  I was only there to see you, as you well know.”

This time it was his turn to ignore what she said.  “And what kind of clothes were you NOT wearing?”  He was egging her on and for some reason – and loving every second of their sparring. 

“Clothes?  You want to discuss my wardrobe?”  Avery spit out the words – totally furious.  He had driven all this way just to fuss at her some more, just because she had dared enter his precious sanctum.  

“I almost didn’t recognize you in that odd get-up you had on, tonight.”

“You didn’t approve of what I had on?  Why not?  I dressed the way you like your women to dress.”  Maybe, she had looked silly to him.  A shaft of pain cut through her – she had never thought of that.

“Leather and chains are not for you, baby.”  He picked up a bit of the granny gown, rubbing the material between his fingers.  “This is more your style.”

Avery looked affronted – majorly affronted.  “This – you like me in this?” 

Almost laughing, he answered.  “Yea, it’s kinda cute.”  Kinda?  Sexy as all get-out was more like it.

“You think this is me?”  A look of determination came over her features.  “You’ve certainly never seen the real me.”  And before he could blink, she had picked up the hem of her garment and skimmed it over her head, leaving her standing there – totally – completely – gloriously – naked.  “Now, what do you have to say to that?”

The breath was literally torn from Isaac’s body.  “Hell baby, I say Sweet Merciful Heavens,” he stared at the most gorgeous little shape every designed by a gracious God.  No fantasy image he had ever conjured of her came close to the perfection that stood before him.  Isaac didn’t know where to look first, so he began a thorough item by item inventory.  Creamy magnolia hued skin, so soft looking he knew velvet would feel like burlap in comparison - an hour glass figure that made him want to spend endless minutes memorizing every square inch of her delectable body.  And those tits!  His hands rose itching to cup the round, high, full globes that were tipped by pink puffy nipples.  God, they looked like cupcakes iced with fluffy strawberry cream.  Isaac licked his lips.  “Damn – I know it’s not right, but I’m weak, baby – I can’t resist you.”

Her anger dissipated when she recognized hunger on his face.  Miracle of miracles, Isaac wanted her.  “Who wants to be resisted?” she whispered.  When he reached out and cupped the back of her head, pulling her close, she didn’t wait – Avery took what she wanted – and she wanted Isaac.  With a tiny whimper, she gripped his hair, closed the distance between them and placed her mouth on his. 

No tentative kiss; she pushed her tongue in and tasted – sucked – Avery bit at his mouth, hiking up his level of excitement by showing him the depth of her need.  Isaac got rock hard and his heart was pounding with a jackhammer beat.  Shit!  Holding nothing back, she kissed him wildly, framing his face and devouring his lips with deep, drugging kisses.  Damn!  Isaac thought his cock would bust out of his jeans.  Fisting her hair, he pulled her back an inch so he could take a breath.  “Sweet baby, you are so hot!  I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“I beg you, don’t stop,” she whispered, burying her head against his throat. “I want you, so much.  Please don’t stop.  I need you to kiss me over and over again.”  Isaac couldn’t stand it another moment – he took over – his dominant nature coming to full force.  Yet, Avery met his every demand with unwavering joy. 

“I am so damn hard,” He licked a path from her lips to her throat – those tits were mashed up against his chest, and he couldn’t wait to get those hard little nipples in his mouth.  “I need more, and I need it my way.” he growled.

“Yes, I want what you want – anyway you want it.” she agreed, straining to get as close to him as humanly possible.

Isaac knew she had no idea what she was saying, but he was too weak to be strong.  “Put your hands behind your back, Avery” he directed.  When she looked at him questioningly with those big purple eyes, he repeated his command, softer this time.  “Hands behind your back, honey – now,” She did as he instructed and he rubbed his hands down the softness of her upper arms and across to cup those luscious tits.  Avery trembled beneath his caress.  Isaac’s callused thumbs stroked her nipples.  “Lord, you’re pretty, baby.  I love to see you like this, so beautiful.  I’ve never touched softer skin.”  Leaning over he nuzzled the upper swell of her breasts, pressing openmouthed kisses all over the creamy flesh.  With a grunt of impatience, Isaac curled his tongue around a swollen areola.  Avery leaned back, pushing her breasts closer to his face.  “Oh baby, you like that, don’t you?”  He laved and kissed and lapped his way all around the eager little nipple, but never closed his mouth around it to suck like he was dying to. 

He cut his eyes up at Avery when she made a frustrated little grunting noise.  She was holding on, trying not to beg - those pearly white teeth biting down on that suckable bottom lip.  Why was he waiting?  He wanted it as bad as she did.  Isaac got down to business and suckled her nipples.  Long Hard Pulls.  Swirling his Tongue.  Deep Thorough Sucks. 

“Oh My Lord, I love this, Isaac” she whispered.  He left one nipple and captured the jealous twin, slowly, no rush – reveling in her unique flavor and the heavenly way she felt in his mouth.  Avery gasped when he pushed the soft globes together so he could worship both nipples at the same time. 

“You know what I plan to do, girl?” Isaac was past thinking – he was as turned on as he could ever remember being – and he was saying what he felt, no holding back.  “I’m gonna suck these tits as I fuck you.  I want you to ride me – dangle these beauties in my face and let me smother myself in your softness.  I want to feel these fat, hard nipples drag across my thighs as you take me in your mouth.  How does that sound?  Will you do that for me?”

“Please, yes.”  She arched her hips, pressing her pussy hard against his thigh.  His erection was huge and she couldn’t wait to feel him pumping inside of her.  Avery’s body knew what it wanted and needed, even though she wasn’t experienced and she didn’t know how to ask for it.  Isaac sucked his way up her neck, smooching on the silky expanse – scraping his teeth, marking her with little nips and tastes.  His hands couldn’t be still – he had to touch her.  Running his palms down her body, he circled around and cupped that incredible heart-shaped ass, lifting her – grinding her naked pussy up against his denim clad crotch.  When she would have reached up to grab him to balance herself, he stopped her.  “Keep your hands behind your back,” he reminded her.  Walking, he sat down on the bed and arranged her across his thighs so he could delve his fingers into her cream.  Avery’s whole body went completely still.  “Shhhh, it’s okay.  I’m not going to hurt you.”  He knew that wasn’t her concern – she was just innocent – his innocent baby.  “I have to touch you, I can’t help myself.” 

Avery let her head fall back and she lifted her hips slightly, canting them – offering everything she had.  When his fingers finally dipped into her wet, bare pussy her eyes widened and she bucked just a little under his hand.  “Easy, baby.  This is gonna feel so good.”  Isaac swirled his fingers in the lush softness of her vagina.  She was slick and hot, and when he looked into her face – he saw all the trust in the world.  It humbled him.  Pressing a kiss into her deep cleavage, he gentled her with reassuring words.  ”You are so wet and swollen.  That means you want me – you like what I’m doing to you, don’t you?”  As Avery mutely nodded her head, he pushed his middle finger just up inside her tight little pussy. 

“Oh, yeah.” She moaned.  He couldn’t’ help but smile.  Who knew his good little girl would be so responsive?  Her breath hitched as he pumped his finger in and out, rubbing her slit, luxuriously spreading her cream before he added a second finger.  “Do you like that as much as I do?” 

“Yes, Isaac…but I …”   Her body gave its own answer; Isaac watched a rose red flush of excitement wash over her breasts and up her neck.  What a treasure she was! 

“Yes, but what?”  Whatever she asked for was hers.  No question about it.  “Tell me, honey.”

“It feels really good.  But - I…don’t know.”  He held her gaze – willing her to ask him for what she wanted.  “It makes me want. . . . . . more.”

“More?”  He pushed his fingers up inside of her, hunting that magic hidden secret spot that would turn her world upside down.  At the same time, he took his thumb and found her clit and began to strum it.  “Is this want you wanted?”

“Yea, yea – I think that’s it.”  Her expression was one of wonder.  Isaac had never enjoyed turning on a woman this much before.  To up the ante, he bent his head and closed his lips around her nipple and began to draw on it with strong pulls.  All the while he finger-fucked her, massaged her clit and watched her flare like fireworks.  Issac’s dick was engorged and it was pushing against his zipper like an inflating airbag.  If it had been any other woman, he would have thrown her down and buried himself balls deep.  But this was the one woman he cared about most, and watching her cum was going to be the single most erotic experience of his life.  Her whole little body started to shake.  Sweet little moans escaped her lips.  Determined to push her over the edge, he bit softly at her nipple as he kneaded her vulva with his hand.  Avery lost it.  “God!  Isaac!”  Throwing her arms around his neck, she pushed her tit further into his mouth as she squeezed her legs together trying to trap his hand right where she wanted it.  Watching her fly apart was the hottest thing he’d ever seen and chastising her for moving her hands never even crossed his mind.  That he was the first man to touch her this way was fuckin’ unbelievable. 

“Thank you, Isaac.”  She laid her head on his shoulder so sweetly he couldn’t resist kissing her - long, slow and deep.  “May I please you? “

He only delayed a moment.  Tomorrow might hold a world of regret, but having Avery in his arms safe and sound was too miraculous to resist.  “Get on your knees and undo my pants.” 

The commanding tone wasn’t lost on Avery – she didn’t understand it, but she complied immediately.  This was the moment she had been waiting an eternity for.  Going to her knees, she tried to hide the fact that her hands were trembling as she unbuckled his belt, and tugged at the fastening of his jeans.  She was too nervous and after failing twice, she rested her head on his knee, too shaken and embarrassed to face him.  He would never believe she had any experience or could be what he wanted if she couldn’t even unbutton his jeans!  “I’m not very good at this,” she admitted, shamefully. 

Any other time, Isaac would have used the admission against her, but at this moment denying her was an impossibility.  He had to feel her lips on his cock – his body, heart and soul weren’t giving him a choice.  Stroking her cheek, he cajoled.  “You are perfect.” 

Glancing at him, she wanted to pinch herself.  Was she really here – kneeling at Isaac’s feet?  Heavens, he was beautiful.  The trade-mark McCoy good looks were magnified in this brother.  He was a deadly combination of ruggedness and masculinity – yet, he possessed a sweet spirit that few men had.  Oh, he did everything he knew to hide it – especially from her.  But she had watched him with children and animals – how he dealt with his brothers and how he always went out of his way to help people.  The Biker bad-boy was an angel who had been rescued from the fall and in her book – he could do no wrong.  His face was chiseled, with high cheekbones, angular jaw and eyes so blue she felt like she was gazing at sapphires.  And those lips had taken her to the gates of heaven.   God, she wanted him so much. What could she say to make him want her back?  “Isaac, will you kiss me?”

Without hesitation, he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, sliding his lips across hers.  Shivers of delight moved over her body.  “Your lips are like candy, baby.  But what I want to do now is look at you while you love on me.  Would you do that for me?” Avery felt her skin go hot.   “Damn, you’re sexy when you go all pink and flushed.”  He stole another quick kiss, laughing as she rose up, following him, wanting more.  “Uh-uh. I need something else, love.  You’ve taken me too far – I have to feel your lips on me or I’ll go crazy.” 

Determined to please him, she reached for the button, but this time he helped her – pulling the tab of the zipper down until the firmness of his erection was right in front of her.  All she could see was the shape of it, thick and long behind the white of his underwear and a drop of wetness drew her hand.  She laid her palm on top of it, molding it, amazed that she could feel his heat.  “Oh, Isaac – I want you so much.”  At her admission, Isaac groaned audibly. 

They both worked to tug on his pants legs until the jeans were far enough down Avery could make herself at home.  Isaac couldn’t take his eyes off her jiggling tits, they moved like a dream and she was excited, there was no missing that fact.  Her nipples were hard and swollen, and if he wasn’t in such need, he would have pulled her up and sucked some more.  God, he never knew he had a breast fetish – but, he guess he did.  Or an Avery fetish might be more like it.

While he was contemplating his needs and desires, Avery surprised him and began unbuttoning his shirt.  When he covered her hands with his, she begged.  “Please?  I just want to look at you.”  The desire in her eyes was his undoing.  Isaac almost popped off a couple of the tiny black buttons helping her, Libby was gonna fuss at him if she had to sew them back on.  When it was all undone, he whipped it around and tossed it and the vest to the floor.  Avery stared and licked her lips.  “Isaac – oh, Isaac.”  She pressed both palms on his pecs and began to rub.  “As it says in the Psalms – you are magnificently and wonderfully made.  I could just eat you up.”  Without waiting for an invitation, she mimicked his earlier action and rubbed her mouth across a copper colored nipple before circling it with her tongue. 

“Enough!” He framed her face and stopped her erotic play before he embarrassed himself by shooting his wad in his shorts.  “I need your attention to be focused a little lower down.”

“On your penis?”  Her delicate way of speaking made him smile.

“At least you didn’t call it my petey.  That was what Nathan used to call his little contraption.  Say it, Avery.  Any woman who is about to give a man a blowjob ought to be able to call a spade a spade.”  She looked at him skeptically, but the pulse point at her neck was visible and fluttering like a butterfly behind silk. 

She gulped, but gave it a shot.  “Your . . . cock.”  As soon as the words left her lips, she smiled in triumph and Isaac’s heart did a swan dive.  Damn, if he didn’t toughen up toward this little darlin’ she was gonna completely ruin his Badass Dom reputation.  “Free me,” he directed gruffly.  Turning her attention to his rapidly expanding manhood, she set out to divest him of his briefs.  The look of concentration on her face was priceless. At the corner of her mouth, a little pink tongue emerged.  And when she unveiled him and gasped at what she had uncovered, he thought she was the cutest, sweetest thing he had ever seen.  “Goodness!”

Isaac forced himself to be still – and just enjoy.  Avery held out her hand - fingers almost touching his dick – as if she expected it to jump up and grab her – and he was so hard, he just might.  She let out a harsh breath and ran a finger from base to head, tracing the ridges and veins.  “You’re beautiful,” she breathed.  With tender care she circled the swollen plum head and gasped when it jumped in her hand.  She measured it, holding it up to his belly and against her palm.  Isaac didn’t know how much more he could stand.  “Avery if you don’t get down to business, I’m gonna expire from sheer exasperation.” 

She locked eyes with Isaac as she carefully wrapped her hand around the stalk and squeezed.  “You are so hard and hot,” she almost moaned as she whispered the words.  Moving her fist up and down – she watched his face as he closed his eyes and let his head fall back.  “Does that feel good?” she asked, needing to know she was doing it right. 

“Hell, yes,” he hissed.  “But I need your mouth.  I need you to suck me.” Honesty – he believed in honesty.  She pumped him twice more, her hips working back and forth in an agitated motion.  “What’s wrong?”  He knew, but he wanted her to tell him. 

“I feel needy, like I did when you were touching me a bit ago.” 

Her confession mesmerized him.  “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need,” he promised.  When she reached between his legs and found his balls, his breath hissed from between clinched teeth.  Yes, he’d give her what she needed - but not right yet.  “God Almighty!”  She was killing him. 

“They’re so hard and big.”  She rolled his testicles between her fingers and his hips lifted – begging for more.  “Avery. . .” he warned.

“Don’t worry,” she smiled at him and wiggled as if hunting a comfortable spot.  “I can do this – I’ve been practicing.” 

Practicing?  What the hell?  Isaac started to think what that might mean, but when she covered the head of his cock with her hot, wet, velvety mouth – his mind went absolutely blank.  And when she began to suck, while stroking him with that magic little hand of hers . . . . . . “Holy shit!”

Avery stopped what she was doing, “Isaac?  Did I do it wrong?”

“Hell, no – it’s too good.  More!” he demanded.  With a renewed sense of confidence she continued to love him.  Taking him deep like she had been taught, she swirled her tongue, licked and sucked, pumping him with her fist with one hand and caressing his sac with the other.  The girls at the brothel had promised her she could please Isaac this way.  So Avery put her whole heart into it and every time he grunted or moaned or ran an approving hand down the side of her head, she wanted to beam.  But her mouth was too busy for smiling.  Other parts of her were getting downright perky - her nipples were peaking, her clitoris was throbbing and she was feeling wet and wiggly.  If this operation didn’t require two hands, she would touch herself to find some relief.  

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.  Isaac’s whole body shook.  God!  She was killing him!  And, by God, she was beautiful.  He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.  Never in his life had he expected to see the erotic scene before him – his Avery Rose on her knees, at his feet with a look of absolute wonder on her face.  Her lips were stretched around his cock and she was making the sweetest most contented little sucking noises.  There was no way in hell he could last.  “You’re so good, baby.”  His words were barely coherent, they came out more as growls – but she seemed to understand.  Her big eyes found his and Isaac recorded the image forever.  Was there ever a more beautiful sight than your woman looking up at you beseechingly while she gifted you with ecstasy?  “Take me to heaven, Avery.”  A tiny nod, she understood.  She closed her eyes, bobbed her mouth and sucked harder.  Circling her fingers loosely at the root of his cock, she pumped him in rapid, short strokes.

“Hell, yeah!  I’m fixing to cum.  Let me,” he tried to pull his cock out of her mouth, but she pushed back on his hand.  “Damn!”  He hadn’t expected that.  Hell, he hadn’t expected any of this.  Twisting those fat ringlets around his hand, he anchored her to him – she wasn’t going anywhere.  With a rough groan, he closed his eyes, lost in perfect bliss. Almost – almost – “Fuck!” Jets of hot cum boiled up from his balls and erupted into her sweet mouth.  He could feel her swallowing around him – and Lord help him – she swallowed every drop.  He never would have dreamed of this happening in a million years.  Her small hands were caressing his thighs – she was petting him – caressing him like he was something special. 

Special?  Him?  Shit, yea he was something else all right.  This was Avery.  What had just happened?  Had he lost his mind?  She was holding his cock and licking it, from base to tip like an all-day sucker.  And he wanted more, he wanted it all, Isaac wanted to Dominate her until she begged him to take her – over and over again.  Impossible!   “Stop!”  Isaac got up so fast he knocked her sprawling.  “Damn,” he started to help her up, but she scrambled away from him with a confused look on her face.

“What’s the matter?” she asked him.  Her heart was in her eyes and he felt like a heel.  “Did I do it wrong?”

“This was a mistake, Avery.  I never should have come here.  We never should have done this.”  He redressed quickly.  It hurt his heart to see her rise from the floor and cross her arms over her breasts.  A few moments ago she had been completely at ease with her nudity – and now she seemed ashamed.  “Look, this isn’t you – it’s me.” 

At the age old cop-out, she choked out a half-laugh, half-sob.  “Isaac, I thought we. . . .” her voice trailed off as he turned to walk away.  “Wait!” She followed him, padding across the motel room floor in her bare feet.  “What did I do?”

Isaac stopped.  They stood frozen - him a few feet in front of her with his back to her – he didn’t turn around.  “This shouldn’t have happened.  We are too different – our worlds are too far apart.”

“It doesn’t feel like they’re far apart.  I think our worlds collided quite nicely a few moments ago, Isaac.”  She didn’t intend to plead, but she couldn’t help it.  “I’ve changed.  For you.”  She walked up right behind him and touched his arm.  “Please.”

Fuck!  “This is for your own good.  I’m not the man for you.”  Resolutely, he continued to the door.  “You’ll see that I’m right.  You’ll meet a nice guy, someone who can be what you need.”  Avery didn’t move. 

“You’re wrong, Isaac.  I’m not as innocent as you think I am.”  He opened the door and she wanted to pull him back – beg him to stay.  But she didn’t.  “I could be the kind of woman you wanted, if you’d just give me the chance.” 

With a heavy sigh, Isaac leaned his head on the door jamb as if he were regretting ever coming to her at all.  She thought she would die.  “Listen, you’re a sweet girl.  And I wish things were different – but you need a suit and tie, a banker, an insurance salesman – you need respectability.”  Casting one last look over his shoulder, Isaac summed up the problem as he saw it.  “You need to go home to your parent’s.  You don’t want me.  I’m no good for you.”  Then, he was gone.

Avery didn’t know whether to scream or cry.  “You don’t know what I want, Isaac McCoy.”  That had been the best experience of her life and she wanted to have it again and again.  Whirling around, she walked to the bed, her mind in turmoil.  “Bankers and insurance salesmen leave me cold.”  Mustering her courage, she stood up straight – wiped her eyes and tossed her hair over her shoulder.  “I want a Badass, Isaac - I want you.  And I’m not taking no for an answer.”

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Sable Hunter

A Valentine Dream

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I am alone. I have family, but they are not always around. What I do not have is a significant other - one to hold, kiss, caress – one with whom I share my dreams. So my days are filled with writing, cooking, cleaning – the sameness of my life. There is one that I think about, long for – dream about, but he is not here.

One hour bleeds into the next with very little to distinguish one day from another. Most of the time my solitary existence is tolerable, I have ways to entertain myself. Weekends are hard, nights are harder, but Valentine’s Day is the worst. The whole concept of the day is one where a woman is shown by a man that they are special, desired – worthwhile. I want to belong to someone.

I won’t be getting anything from the object of my desire this Valentine’s Day. I know that – I don’t expect it.

Valentine’s Day came, it wasn’t totally unpleasant. I got some work done. I prepared dinner for a neighbor. I watched a good movie on television, but there was nothing delivered to my door, no special phone call – no card in the mail.

I managed to push all that from my mind during the routine of the daylight hours, but when darkness fell and I was alone – the reality of my loneliness was magnified.

My bed is big; I only take up a fraction of its expanse. When I feel very lonely, I hug the pillow and if my erotic writing has aroused me, I do have a toy to take the edge off my sexual frustration. But what I miss most is the heat of a nearby body – the slide of his skin on mine – the privilege of touching his face, slipping my hand into his.

After much tossing and turning – staring at the stained glass window by my bed – I finally settled down enough to sleep. I don’t think I had been asleep very long before I was awoken by the bed moving just a tiny bit. Someone had placed their knee on the bed and the pressure of their weight made the mattress give. I was too drowsy to panic, so I held out my hand and you took it.

Instantly, my heart leapt. I didn’t have to be introduced to you – every cell of my body recognized you. Even in the darkness I knew your face, your touch.

“Hello, Baby,” you whispered. “I couldn’t stay away.”

“I’ve wanted you so long” My words were all the invitation you needed to hear. You came to me – covering me, capturing my lips, inhaling my breath – our tongues tangling as you claimed me for your own.

I felt my nipples peak and I arched my back, seeing contact with your warm body. A whimper of need escaped my lips and you rewarded me by skating your fingers down my middle till you were rubbing the sensitive flesh between my thighs. “Please,” I begged.” I spread my legs – waiting.

“Do you want me?”

“More than anything.”

You chuckle as you nuzzle your lips against my collarbone, I strain toward you and you seem pleased with my response. As you gently bite my neck, you slide your fingers into my pussy, massaging my clit, spreading my cream from end of my slit to the other – I moan in ecstasy.

“Let’s see how tight you are.” That was all the warning I received before you pushed two fingers up inside of me, setting up a rhythm designed to drive me crazy with desire.

“I need you.” I wouldn’t even say your name aloud, I was afraid to disrupt the fantasy. So many times I had rehearsed this moment, so many nights I had prayed for you to come – I wanted to do nothing that would break the spell.

“Roll, over.” You are dominant. I am submissive. You are man. I am woman. I obeyed.

“I love your ass.” You fondle and caress, molding the shape of my derriere. Tingles of excitement sparkled through my veins when you nipped the tender flesh of my bottom, scraping your teeth – nibbling, making me tilt my ass in the air, presenting myself like a mare in heat. “Spread your legs.” I comply. “Wider.”

I open myself to you and you throw back the covers, making a place for yourself – your proper place. My fingers clasp the sheet and I know my knuckles are white; I’m desperately trying to hold on to every delicious second. “Oh, Yes!” I can’t help but exclaim as you pop my bottom and run your hand once more through my aching, hungry heat.

I tremble with anticipation – AH! – at last, you tease me- just the head of your cock pushes inside of me. The stretch is exquisite – the burn is what I have craved. I push back, seeking more. You place your hands beside my head, one on each side of my pillow. Slowly – slowly – you push in, bucking your hips. I grind back, desperate for more. “More, more, more” I chant.

“Say my name,” you demand.

I whisper it.

“Say my name,” you command.

I shout it.

With all the power and passion you possess, you take me – plunging, thrusting, jarring my body – making the whole bed move. It felt so good! The moon came from behind a cloud, letting its cool rays filter through the gold and bronze beveled glass. I raise up, looking over my shoulder – I just had to see your face.

I’ll never forget – never. You are so beautiful. The ecstasy on your face – the pleasure that you were receiving from my body will stay with me for the rest of my days. You noticed me looking – you smiled, leaning forward to cup my breasts, milking my nipples. And when you did, the orgasm started. It was powerful – an explosion of heat and pulsating bliss. My pussy closed around your cock – rhythmically – pulsating and fluttering.

I heard you moan – growl – saying my name. And then I felt it – the rush of liquid heat that flooded me, the life-giving essence of your body’s response to mine. You kissed a line down my back – tiny, butterfly kisses. “Thank you,” you whispered.

I turned in your arms, seeking your kiss.

You weren’t there. You never had been.

It was a dream. You were my pompatus – my dream lover.

I rolled over, hugging myself. I pray your name. A tear drifts down my cheek.

I am alone.
Here is a dream scene from Forget Me Never – I guess it’s a fantasy of mine – I seem to deal with it often enough.

Sleep came and so did the dreams. But they were good dreams this time.  Savannah curled into a small ball and gave herself over to the memories . . .

Of being held. . .

Of being loved. . .

Of being with Patrick. . .

The bed gave and she felt her body give to the pressure, moving toward it instinctively.  Automatically her hands reached out for him.  He was here.  She had waited so long.  “Patrick.”

Joy.  Pure joy.  Her body recognized him.  His hands moved over her skin like life giving water over the desert.  With a sigh of unadulterated happiness she nestled close to him.  His body was warm and so familiar to her. 

“Give me your kiss, Savannah.”

She opened her arms and he was there.  In the moonlight she could see him – so dear, so real, so hers. 

“Open your mouth, Baby.”  The words were whispered against her lips and she opened to him – helplessly. 

Savannah ran her hands over his shoulders – he was thinner and there were ridges on his body.  Scars?  “Are you okay?”

“I am, now.”

She grasped his wrists, needing to ensure that he didn’t fade away.  He was here.  He was here.  He was here.  Pleasure overtook her.  Patrick’s lips slanted over hers – took her kiss, and she was lost.  She held his face and let him take what he needed.  His kiss was desperate and intense – and Savannah’s world righted itself after being storm-tossed for so long.  Their tongues slid together, mating and tasting.  Their moans of satisfaction and relief harmonized as they kissed – their bodies straining to get just as close to one another as possible.

“You want me, don’t you, Savannah?”  

“Always,” she answered.       

She could feel him next to her, on top of her – surrounding her.  He was here with her, his cheek rubbing against her face.  His breath was hot on her neck.  She could smell him – Lord, the wonder of inhaling his scent.  How she had missed this!  He pressed her into the mattress.  She could feel his weight, see the dark shadow of his big body looming over her – feel the throb of his erection between them.  Her own body answered by going soft and wet – readying itself for an occupation she never thought she’d be privileged to know again.  “Take me, Patrick.  I’m yours.”

“Do you know how perfect you are?  Dreams of you kept me alive, Savannah.”  The rasp of his beard on her face and neck enflamed her.  She opened her legs, arched her back and thrust her breasts up for his kiss.  Her body, as well as her soul, welcomed him.

“You’re here.  You came to me.”  She held him to her as he sucked at her breast.  The sting of his teeth on her nipple assured her of his presence.  “I need you, so.”

“Good, cause I can’t wait.  I’ve wanted you for so long.”  His kiss returned to her lips – hard and hungry.  She wrapped her arms around him and held him close.  It had been so long!  Without any preamble, he surged within her and Savannah’s body protested.  She groaned.  “Did I hurt you?” he asked, a hint of panic in his voice.

“No,” she whispered.  It was a precious hurt – a welcome hurt. Her body had not known possession such as this in years and she wanted to feel it now.  “It feels wonderful.”  It felt wonderful because she could feel him – his hardness, his heat, the reality of him with her – over her – in her.  Patrick was making love to her and it was the answer to a thousand prayers – the fulfillment of a million dreams. 

She kissed him – licked him, bit at his neck, nipped his chin.  Savannah wanted to consume him.  Pumping between her thighs, a blessed pounding – taking, God yes – fucking - Patrick rode her unmercifully and she welcomed every thrust.  The bed jarred; her body quivered and convulsed.  She wrapped her legs and arms around him, every move he made, she answered with a whimper or plea for more.  “Yes, Patrick – more!”  Her hips lifted, she writhed beneath him as they both flew apart with groans of ecstasy.  Savannah could feel him give himself to her.  She could feel the rush of warmth shoot deep within her as her body accepted his seed. 

Patrick was home and she never intended to let him go again.



Savannah held on to the dreams and Patrick for as long as she could.  It was as if he held her during the night.  Strong arms cradled her.  She nestled into his broad hard chest and rested her head on his shoulder.  His lips kissed her temple.  He whispered words of love into her ear.  “I’ll be back, Savannah.  I’ve got to go now, but I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

She held on to him – “No.  Don’t leave.”     

But when dawn came, her dream was gone. 

Opening her eyes to the morning light, Savannah stretched and yawned.  Wait!  Why did she feel differently?  And then the amazing dream she’d had came rushing back.  It had seemed so real!  She had dreamed of making love with Patrick before, but never had it be so detailed – or so fulfilling.  She had cum so hard that her body still tingled.  Savannah sat up, shaking her head in confusion.               

Laying there in her bed, Savannah looked around at the familiar room.  Despite the disappointment of finding herself alone, she couldn’t help but appreciate how good she felt.  For the first time in years she felt well-loved and peaceful. 

But it had been a dream, only a dream.   

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Sable Hunter

My Favorite Things

Hey Guys! This should be fun. We are playing a game with the other SCP authors and learning about what our favorite things are. I’m going to talk about some of my favorite things here and I have games on my facebook pages for you to play.

I’m going to give you a glimpse into Sable Hunter here on my blog and then come play with me on facebook, too. On my facebook pages there are 5 games

My favorite food
My favorite holiday
My favorite vacation spot
My favorite singer
My favorite SCP book that I authored


In those games, you will guess my favorite from a list and tell me your own so we can share - and I will pick winners of each game for a copy of one of my books – I am recommending the Hill Country Heart series.

All comments here are also entered into a contest for more books – so I’ll be giving away a bunch!

Now - let me tell you more about me:

My favorite things are...
color is purple – I love purple.
gemstone is the amythest
Movie is THE OTHERS with Nicole Kidman - - spooky!
Way to relax – rocking on my front porch with the cats and drinking margaritas!
Car is the LEXUS GSF Sport!
Cookie is an oatmeal raisin
Song is MY SHARONA!!!
Book is Wild Card by Lora Leigh
Friend is Ryan O’Leary
Hobby is Ghost hunting
College Football Team is the Texas Longhorns
Professional Football Team is the Patriots
Television show is THE GOOD WIFEAnd there are so many other things that I could share. But what I most what you to know about me is that I love my readers. I value you. You are one of my favorite things in the whole world. I try to always reach out to you and let you know how much I appreciate you. I have said it before – but I’ll say it again – there are many reasons that I love being an author of erotic romance. It’s fun. I get to fantasize. I get to travel and pick out locales and settings. I love the fact that I can make a living at what I enjoy doing – but nothing is more valuable to me than the friends that I have made – the readers and authors that I have met, I will cherish you for a life time. YOU ARE ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS!!!

Thanks
Sable


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And here is where you can find me – there will be contests on both places – same contest – different threads.
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that’s my regular page

and this is my fan page
https://www.facebook.com/authorsablehunter?ref=hl   Good luck and thanks again. 

Wounded Warrior Project

Christmas is the season of giving gifts. Some people think that gift giving makes Christmas less meaningful because it introduces commercialism into what they consider a strictly religious holiday. And I don’t want to downplay that part of Christmas, I go to church and I know whose birthday we celebrate – although it is my contention that Christ was probably born in October – but that doesn’t really matter. We don’t have to know a specific date to celebrate a great gift.

In my home we have always done Santa Claus. Now that it’s just Jess and I, we still go all out. I am in charge. He makes me a list and I make him one, but I make sure that we have the same number of gifts, I get the paper and all that is necessary to make everything pretty. As Jess has grown older (he’s 9 years my junior – little brothers!) his tastes in gifts has changed. We went through the transformer phase and the super hero phase – although I will tell you ladies, he’s not above wearing a cape, even now. We went through the video game phase – actually – that phase is still on-going, I think I bought at least a half dozen PS3’s this year. Then we went through the clothes-horse phase, the pimp my pick-up phase and the ‘I have everything I want – let me travel!’ phase. Whew! But in the midst of keeping up with what he wants and what I want to spend my money on, I have discovered something important, that you probably already know - the most important gifts don’t cost a dime.

I have raised Jess since he was nine years old, I was eighteen at the time and probably didn’t do everything right. Most likely, I have made mistakes in my parental/sisterly role. It is highly possible that I spoiled him, and probably told him too many times how handsome and smart he was – CAUSE HE BELIEVED ME!!! Ha! But I also know I did some things right because he is kind and loving and brilliant and the best friend I have ever had. So, the most important gifts that I have given him were not toys or clothes or even a vehicle – it was security, a sense of worth and unconditional love.

Read that last phrase again – because that’s what we all need – security, a sense of worth and unconditional love.

The men and women who serve in our military give of themselves that we might have those things as a country. They give us freedom, which in turn makes us feel secure. We as a nation owe our sense of worth to the fact that there are brave people in our midst who are willing to step in between us and any enemy we might have. These same men sometimes are called upon to offer the ultimate sacrifice of life or limb for our preservation. We are blessed.

So, doesn’t it make sense that we should, in turn, be willing to offer those same gifts to our soldiers, our veterans, our wounded warriors? I am privileged to be participating in this Wounded Warrior Project and to be donating in their honor. The link is below – and I encourage you to donate also. The greatest gift we can give is to lay down our lives for our friends and some of them have done so – it is very little we do to repay them, to offer a gift like this at Christmas.


[image error] I recently had a book released that featured a Marine who was a POW, the book is called FORGET ME NEVER. It was not a SCP release, but I’m sure they won’t mind, considering the theme. Patrick fights for his country, and his one greatest fear – is not bullets or roadside bombs, or even being away from home – his greatest fear is being forgotten. So many of our soldiers feel like that have been forgotten, they come home to find that living is harder after their gift of service than before. We shouldn’t let that happen – so in honor of Wounded Warriors – I post an excerpt from FORGET ME NEVER. – and it’s a tad racy!

The link is here

“Come on, Savannah.  Take a chance.  I dare you.  Go over and ask him out to lunch.” 

Savannah jumped for the second time in an hour.  She was caught.  “I didn’t know you were here, Tam.  I figured after four margaritas and three wine coolers you’d be in bed till tomorrow.”

“No, way.  Nana Fontenot said today was the day you’d meet - and I quote – ‘the warrior who will be your husband’.  And that alpha male in camouflage, my dear friend, is a warrior in anybody’s book.  If that marine isn’t your destiny, I’ll eat my Dooney and Bourke purse doused with Tobasco Sauce.”

“You’d better marinate it for a while.  I’m afraid it’s gonna be a little chewy.”  Good grief, she had forgotten about the old soothsayer’s prediction.  As much respect as Savannah had for other people’s beliefs, she didn’t give much credence to the idea she would meet her future husband today.  Although . . . if she had a choice, the man they were staring at would fulfill all of her dreams.

“I double-dog dare you.” Tammany wasn’t going to give up.    

“Double-dog?  Is that supposed to make me want to do this more?”  

“No, it’s supposed to shame you into doing it.  Now, get over there and make him want you!”    

She couldn’t believe the other woman was suggesting that she just stroll over there and proposition him.  As much as she wished she could pull it off, the whole idea was totally ridiculous.  He would say ‘no’, that was a forgone conclusion.   Even if she were a normal girl, she didn’t have what it would take to attract a man like him.  “You must believe in miracles.”

“Yes, and I also believe in magic.” 

Her friend sounded so certain.  Of course, they were just work friends.  Tammany had no idea about her past.  So far no one at the Center knew about Carville except her bosses.  Mr. Randolph had acted sort of shocked, but he had kept her confidence.  And Mr. Davis, her main boss, had said it didn’t matter one whit to him.  He had a brother with AIDS so he was sympathetic to such things and how such a devastating diagnosis could affect the family.  In many ways AIDS was the new leprosy, both were misunderstood diseases.  A little tremble of apprehension washed over Savannah, the whole idea of asking a man for his attention sent her into nervous dithers.  “You know I respect Nana Fontenot.  But in this case, she must have gotten her magical wires crossed.”

“Nana Fontenot is never wrong,” Tammany insisted as she stretched her lithe body and yawned, causing one bespeckled gentleman to stump his toe on the concrete floor as he appreciated her curvy body.  “That little hoodoo woman has predicted more marriages, births and deaths than the weather channel predicts rain storms.  Hell, I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.  So, what are you waiting for?  Go get him.  He’s yours – Nana Fontenot said so.” 

Closing her eyes, Savannah took a deep breath and calmed her nerves.  Tammany only had her best interest at heart.  Glancing at her friend, she was amused to realize that she had come to town in her sleeping clothes.  The camisole and shorts were what she had worn to bed the night before.  Of course, Tammany could get away with it.  She looked sexy in anything.  After their night at Mulate’s, all three friends who had attended her birthday dinner capped off the evening with ice cream sundaes and cake on the Benoit’s houseboat.  It had turned into a slumber party, but Savannah had slipped away early because of her work schedule. 

They had all met through the Culture Center - either as volunteers, coworkers or benefactors.  Tammany Benoit, Francesca Leger, and Cato Vincent were beautiful, popular, and self-assured; everything that Savannah Doucet was not.  But that hadn’t seemed to matter to them, they always treated her as if she were one of them – and she was.  Tammany had seen to that. 

Tammany had been her first real friend.  Friends had been hard to come by for Savannah.  No matter where she had lived or what school she had gone to, it hadn’t been long before everyone would know and be talking about her stigma.  The circumstances of her birth were recorded in her medical file and the fact that she was a Carville baby would leak out.  Some teachers had even announced it in class as part of the education process, or at least that’s what they claimed.  They would always explain that Savannah didn’t have leprosy, but the look in their eye or the tone in their voice would always convey a little bit of fear.  So, it had proved impossible for Savannah to ever fully escape her past. 

But Tammany had been good to her and that kindness had been a rare commodity in Savannah’s life.  So when Tammany asked her to do something, Savannah found it almost impossible to tell her ‘no’.  “You just want to see me humiliate myself.”  She knew that wasn’t true, but Savannah felt a little grumpy – and a little hung-over.  Thank goodness her shift at the Acadian Memorial ended in fifteen minutes.  Although if the gorgeous hunk of a soldier they were eyeballing planned to be here all afternoon, it was going to be hard to tear herself away.  God!  She had never seen a more perfect man! He was big – really big.  Standing with his legs spread in a commanding stance, it was obvious he covered the ground he walked on and people trembled when he past by.  Savannah licked her lips.  What she wouldn’t do to get her hands on a guy like that!            

“It’s your birthday, Savannah.  Be good to yourself.  This man could be your soul mate.  Think of him as a gift.”  Punching her in the side, she joked.  “I’ll help you unwrap him.”

“He looks busy; I don’t want to disturb him.”  Savannah procrastinated.

“Are you kidding?  His very presence is disturbing everyone else.  I saw how those college girls were acting before you herded them outside.  Besides, you’re an expert on this stuff, Miss. Doucet.  Go over and offer your assistance.  It’s your job!  Now!”  Tammany gave her a little push. 

Apparently he was doing research on the Acadian refugees.  Why not offer her services?  And while she was helping him, she could pretend to seduce him.  She couldn’t help but laugh at herself a little.  “He does look like he needs help.”  Yea, she’d like to help him with a lot of things – like undressing, taking a shower, possibly even a back massage.

“Do it, Savannah.  You’re through here for the day, and I’ll stay until tardy Tulah Belle comes.  This is your chance; you don’t want to be the oldest virgin in St. Martin’s Parish for another year!”

“Oh, all right!”  She yelled so loud everyone turned and looked at her – except sexy Rambo, of course.  Tammany wasn’t going to leave her alone until she at least tried to hook up with this guy. Savannah’s dateless state was worrying Tammany to death.  So, she had to at least make her friend think she had a date the soldier.  Yea, that’s what she would do.  She could save face and the Marine could leave unencumbered.  “I’ll still make a complete fool out of myself,” Savannah grumbled as she took one step forward.  To make matters worse, Fred March was watching her closely and he didn’t look happy.  The man scared her a little bit.  Gracious, now she was stuck between a rock and a hard place. 

Tammany jerked her back.  “Give me those glasses.”

“But, I need them.” 

“Only to read.”  Savannah lost the battle, Tammany confiscated her spectacles and pushed her out of her safe zone into the scary world of sexual gamesmanship.  Walking as casually as she could with her heart in her throat, she stepped close to the marine.  His height made her look up and up.  Gee, he must be well over six feet.  Of course, at five foot three she had to look up at almost everyone over the age of twelve.  Clearing her throat, she whispered.  “Excuse me, but I’m in a pickle.  I’ll give you twenty dollars if you’ll pretend we’re going out to lunch together.” 

Patrick had been trying to find the surname LaVerdure on this vast list of names for about fifteen minutes, but he wasn’t having any luck.  All of the immigrants were recorded by ship manifesto, so he had to look in several different places.  Deep in concentration, it was a second or two before he realized someone was speaking to him.  The unexpected words coming from over his left shoulder irritated him a little bit.  “I’m not the kind of man that can be bought, honey.  And if I could – twenty dollars wouldn’t touch me,” Patrick drawled. 

“Dang, it’s just my luck to pick a man with principles.  What would you say if I threw in a couple of dozen homemade chocolate chip cookies to sweeten the deal?”  She might not be much of a temptation, but she could cook.  That was one of the things Savannah missed about not having a family.  Cooking for one wasn’t fun.   

Her quick comeback amused Patrick.  If the woman was half as sexy as that husky little voice, he was in for a better treat than cookies.  Turning, slowly – he let the anticipation build. 

Oh, hell yeah!  His day just got a helluva lot brighter.

A curvy little honey wearing a demure, lacy dress stood looking up at him with hope in her eyes.  “Well, hello Miss Prim and Proper.  You look like you’re in dire need of mussing up.”

Savannah ran her palms down the sides of her dress and smiled, sheepishly.  “Don’t tell anybody, but these are the clothes I wore yesterday.  I didn’t have time to go home and change.”

“Really, did you have a good time last night?” Patrick was enjoying this.  “I bet you made some guy a happy man.” 

“No, no,” Savannah fanned her hands in denial.  “I went out with the girls.”  Knowing Tammany was taking all of this in – not to mention Fred March, she repeated her request.  “Would you consider playing along with me?  It’ll save me some embarrassment.  Should I make it twenty-five dollars?” 

Patrick didn’t have a clue what was going on.  He had no idea what kind of game the little dove was proposing, but he definitely wanted to play.  “All right, I’ll tell you what - I say forget the money.  I’ll take you to lunch, but I want a half dozen kisses plus the cookies.  Deal?”   

“Kisses?” Was he kidding?  “Are you saying you’ll go to lunch with me?” she asked in surprised.  “No, you don’t understand.  That’s not necessary.”  Holding up one finger to pause the conversation, she glanced over her shoulder to the blonde at the help desk who looked back at them and winked big.  “Lord, does she have to be so obvious?” she muttered.  Leaning toward him with a conspiratorial air, she twisted her mouth into a cute little sideways knot and whispered.  “Actually, I’m trying to bribe you.  I know you don’t really want to go out with me.  Just pretend for a bit.  Please?”

For a moment, Patrick didn’t know what to say.  Was she serious?  Why wouldn’t he want to go out with her?  “Who’s pretending?  I want food for lunch and you for dessert.”  Patrick loved to flirt and he needed it – he was in for a long dry spell in Afghanistan.  A sweetheart like this would be good fantasy material for the long hot nights ahead with only his hand for company.    

He waited to see what she would do and what happened next made the earth move under his feet.  She smiled.  Her whole face lit up with the sweetest smile he’d ever seen.  Patrick lost the ability to speak.  He knew that smile.  He had fallen in love with that smile on a Halloween night seventeen long years ago.  The drawing he had made of her beautiful face and that incredible smile was in his duffle bag in his truck.  He never went anywhere without it.  Even though he had doubted the experience, for years he had looked for her everywhere he went.  Since joining the marines and seeing the horrors of war and the despair of humanity, he had laid down his dreams.  But he couldn’t seem to let go of the drawing or the memory.  And now here she was, standing in front of him like a gift from above.  His Destiny.                 

“Really?  You’d actually take a chance on me?”  For a brief moment Savannah let herself imagine what it would be like to go on a date.  A thrill rose in her chest almost making it impossible to breathe.  She had missed so much in this life because of Carville.  But there wasn’t anything she could do about it. 

“I’m not a gambling man, baby.  But I can recognize the Queen of Hearts when I see her.”  Patrick was having a hard time keeping his hands off of her.  They hadn’t even exchanged names and he felt totally proprietary about her.  It was like his heart recognized her or something.  No, chance didn’t have a damn thing to do with this.  Meeting Destiny was fate.  

“No, you misunderstood me.  All I want is a few minutes of your time.” With a hand on one hip and a thoughtful expression on his face, he seemed to be deciding if he were wasting his time with her.  “I promise I’ll make it worth your while.”  She blushed, realizing how that sounded.  Lord, he looked even better up close.  From across the room he had been the total package.  Up close, he was absolutely stunning – deep dimples and the bluest eyes this side of heaven.  “What I mean is - I just noticed that you seem frustrated.  My name is Savannah Doucet and I’m something of an expert with this stuff,” she pointed at the wall.  “Is there some way I can help you?”

“I’m Patrick O’ Rourke.  And it’s very nice to meet you.”  Very nice.  Feeling playful, he chose to deliberately misunderstand her.  “So, you’re an expert at relieving frustration?  That might be interesting.”  Mouthwatering, that was what she was.   

“Oh, my goodness,” she put her hands over her warm cheeks.  “No, I’m not an expert at that.  I don’t have any feminine wiles.”  Savannah was flustered.  Taking a second to look around the Memorial, she was relieved to see they were alone except for Tammany who was on the phone and not paying them any attention at the moment.

“I beg to differ,” he flirted, blatantly.  Stepping back, he slowly took an inventory of her body from head to foot.  His love was just a little bit of a thing: small bones, lush mouth, dark hair and huge black eyes – no they weren’t black.  Are your eyes blue?”  He could lose himself in those dark, haunting eyes.  This woman was off-the-charts sexy.  

Frowning slightly, she answered him.  “Yes, they’re a drab navy blue, I guess.”

The look he was giving her was so intense; it made her feel like tiny flames of fire was dancing over her skin.  Savannah couldn’t help but stare back.        

“I don’t think they’re drab at all.  I think they’re beautiful and mysterious.”  What was an even bigger turn-on was the intelligence that shone out of them.  Patrick felt his heart pound as they engaged in a mutual eye-fuck.  Damn, he had it bad! 

Savannah didn’t know what to say.  She was in unknown territory.  This man seemed to be flirting with her.  There had to be some mistake.  Maybe she wasn’t experienced enough to tell when someone was serious or teasing her.  It would be better to get the conversation back on a safe topic.  “Are you looking for a particular name on the wall?”

She was nervous.  He could tell.  Damn, she was cute, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.  “Actually, I’m looking for the LaVerdure family. But, I’m not having any luck.”     

A surge of courage welled up in Savannah.  It was as if someone else was in charge of her body.  For once, she wanted to be normal and see how it felt to flirt with a man.  Going for broke, she decided to see if she could a reaction out of him.  “Well, today’s your lucky day.  Because I’m just what you’ve been looking for.”  She took one small finger and drug it down his bare arm from the bend of his elbow to his wrist. 

“Hot damn, baby.” Patrick hissed as closed his eyes.  His whole body went into lust mode.  She didn’t know how right she was.  It was true, she was just who he had been looking for – for what seemed like forever.  “You have my complete and utter attention.” 

“If I have your attention, then open your eyes, Patrick.  Watch me.” 

Like his heart would give him a choice?  She didn’t know it, but he was completely at her mercy.  “Yes, mam.”  He bet Savannah could get him to do most anything her heart desired.  Mesmerized, Patrick watched her every move.  She backed up about six inches, glanced around the room, and what she did next shocked the shit out of him.  First she graced him with a saucy little wink, then proceeded to let her gaze slide down his body – and swear-to-God - she got hung up on his manhood like it was a speed bump.  Little hot-stuff looked his bulge over real slow, he didn’t have to glance down to see what she could see, he could feet his dick rise as fast and hot as the temperature on a sultry Louisiana day.  There was no doubt about it; his cock enjoyed being at the center of her attention. 

She didn’t stop there.  Oh, no.  Sweet-doll checked out his thighs, his knees – hell - she even stared at his feet, probably wondering if his size twelve combat boots were any indication of the size of his cock.  (It was, by the way.)  Patrick couldn’t help but chuckle as she took the time to follow the same path back up.  The little minx stared at his package until he was fully erect and throbbing. 

“Did you get the response you were after?” He couldn’t help but laugh.  Damn, he wanted to touch her so much.  He was so happy.  Again, she smiled.  And he couldn’t help it – he grinned right back.   Patrick wanted to pick her up, twirl her around and carry her off into the sunset.  He was so glad to see her; it was like being reunited with a long lost friend.  

“Actually, I got a lot bigger response than I ever dreamed.  I’ve never done that before.  One of my girlfriends did that to a guy at Mulate’s last night.”  Leaning close to him, she whispered.  “You are a lot more well-endowed than Leon.” 

“Give Leon my sympathies.”  Patrick was enchanted.  “Are you always so bold?”  It didn’t matter if she was or not, he wanted her anyway.   

“No, I’m not bold at all.  I’m usually very shy.”  A look of guilt washed over her face.    “Gee, I guess I had better level with you.  I hate to start any friendship out with half-truths.”  She took him by the arm and turned him so they both faced the wall.  To quote an old song, the simple touch of her hand on his arm was giving him day dreams about night things right dab in the middle of the day.  She stood on tiptoe to whisper in his ear.  “Do you see my friend over there?”

“You mean the blonde with the mile-long legs?”  There was no way he could have missed the looks that she and Savannah had been exchanging.  Was he attracted to the other woman?  He might have been, if there had been no Savannah.  But since laying eyes on his Destiny – there was no other woman in the world.  “And I certainly wouldn’t classify you as a bother.  I think you’re adorable.”

“You don’t have to be kind.”  She spoke so off-handedly that Patrick realized she wasn’t taking anything he said seriously.  Now why was that?  He watched her glance over at the young woman behind the desk again who winked and gave them a thumb’s up.  “Yes, that’s my friend Tammany.  She’s very beautiful.”  Damn, she was caressing his arm, petting him and Patrick didn’t think she was even aware of it.  “She wasn’t going to leave me alone until I tried to ask you out.  But I can’t be mad at her; she only wants what is best for me.” 

Teasing her was fast becoming his favorite sport.  “So, you don’t really want to help me with my research?  You just want me for my body?” 

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