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New Release! Going Deep - Mustangs Baseball #2

Blurb - Keeping Carrie blindfolded and in the dark as to his identity suits Major League catcher Jason Holder just fine while he figures out if being a Dom really is his thing. With the media circling like vultures as he works to get his career back on track, the last thing he needs is a sex scandal if things don’t work out. Just when he’s got it all under control a new kind of scandal from an unexpected source threatens everything, and Jason soon finds out that what you don’t know can hurt you.
Excerpt - 
The gray concrete-block basement walls matched Jason’s mood and amplified the soft whir of the automatic pitching machine. Fuck. Someone else was using the batting cage. Showing up on the team’s day off was tantamount to admitting your hitting sucked, and he had hoped to find the place empty. He briefly considered turning around and leaving before whoever it was saw him. But hell, who was he kidding? His batting average sucked lemons and everyone on the team knew it. If word got out he was taking extra swings, then at least his teammates would know he was trying to fix the problem.Jason rounded the corner to see the Mustangs third baseman swing at a perfect pitch and miss.“Morning, Todd,” he said with a wave. "Hey, Jason, I'll be through in a few.""No hurry." Jason sat on the bench where he could watch. Todd took another swing. "Maybe you can help me. Take a look and tell me what you see." He fouled the next ball off. “Man, I’m getting too old for this shit.” Todd tightened his grip on the bat and glared at the pitching machine.“You’re only what, thirty-five? You still have a few good years in you.” Todd grunted and connected with another pitch. The ball fouled. “Damn it. What the hell am I doing wrong?”“You’re dropping your shoulder, getting under the ball too much.” “Thanks, man.” He took a few more swings, connecting better on each one. “Now see, that’s what I’m talking about. I’ve been struggling for weeks, and no one said a damned thing. Not even Tuley. What’s a batting coach for if he doesn’t coach?”Jason shrugged. “I don’t know. He hasn’t done a damned thing for me either. I’ve never hit this bad in my life.”Todd continued to swing at the oncoming balls. “I hear you. Sometimes there’s no explanation. It just is what it is.”“What it is, is crap,” Jason said, shaking his head. “I led the league in home runs last year. This year, I can’t get a base hit to save my life.” It seemed everything in his life was out of control these days, and he didn’t have a clue how to change any of it. All he knew was he had to do something—and fast. “I gotta fix whatever’s wrong before I end up on the bench.”Todd laughed. His bat connected with the last ball from the automatic pitching machine. “The Mustangs aren’t going to bench you. You’re the best catcher in the league.” He grabbed his towel hanging from the fence and wiped his face. “They might put a Designated Hitter in to bat for you, but take you out of the game? Ain’t gonna happen.”“Yeah, well, that’s not a chance I want to take.” They switched places, Todd collapsing on the bench with a water bottle and Jason taking his place inside the batting cage. “Why don’t you see if you can figure out what I’mdoing wrong?”“Sure. I’ve got time,” Todd said.Jason fouled off the first two pitches and completely missed the next four. “Fuck.” Totally unacceptable.“There’s nothing wrong with your swing. You aren’t concentrating. You just gotta focus.”Jason hit the stop button, leaned against the far side of the cage, and studied his shoes. Swinging at meatballs any high school kid should be able to hit wasn’t going to fix anything. “I don’t know what’s the matter with me. I can’t get my head in the game.”“Troubles at home?” “Not anymore.” Apparently there had been trouble, but he hadn’t seen it, probably because he had his head up his ass.Todd raised an eyebrow. “What happened?”“My girlfriend dumped me.” Jason was careful to keep his face neutral as he inwardly winced. Christ, the wound to his ego was still raw. Stacey wasn’t coming back so he might as well get over it and move on.“The cute physical therapist who was working with Jeff?”Jason nodded. He’d met her when she took on his twin brother Jeff as one of her clients following surgery on his elbow. She’d bullied his brother through twelve months of physical therapy and he was back in the Mustangs bullpen where he belonged. Jason pushed away from the fence and, after racking his bat and helmet, joined Todd on the bench. “Yeah, that one. She booted me to the curb.”“When did this happen? I thought you two were firm.”“Me too. It’s been a couple of weeks, I guess.” Two weeks of hell wondering if he was as warped as she’d accused him of being. Two weeks of wondering what he was going to do now.“About the time you quit hitting?”“Yeah. I know. It’s stupid, but I thought we had something going on, and then…”“Then…what?” Todd asked.Jason grabbed a water bottle from his duffel. “Surely you have better things to do with your day off than listen to my sad story about the one that got away.”Todd sat back, stretched his legs out in front, and crossed his arms over his chest. “Nope. Not until tonight. Spill. Maybe if you tell somebody, you can get your head back in the game.”Well, shit. Now he’d gone and done it. He rummaged in his bag for a towel while he tried to figure out a way to get out the hole he’d dug for himself. He wiped his brow and took a long pull on the water bottle. He should have kept his mouth shut, but he hadn’t, and now he was going to have to tell Todd something — unless he could get him to back off on his own. Yeah, that might work. “What are you, some kind of shrink?” “No, but I do want to win. And the Mustangs need you to start hitting. If I have to listen to your sad tale, then I’ll take it for the team.”“Okay, but if you tell another soul I’ll use your head for batting practice and smile while I do it.”Todd raised both hands in surrender. “I don’t doubt that for a minute. My lips are sealed, compadre. Now, tell me what happened.”Jason glanced around the cavernous basement below the stadium to make sure none of the other team members were around. Assured they were alone, Jason began, “You know that book, the one everyone’s talking about? The one all the women are reading and saying it’s making them horny?” “Yeah. What about it?”“Well, Stacey bought a copy. We’d had some awesome morning sex, and I didn’t have to be at the field for a few hours, so we were just chillin’, you know?”“Uh huh.”“Well, after breakfast, she picked the book up again — man, she couldn’t put it down. I swear, every time I saw her for days she had that book in her hands.”Todd nodded, and Jason continued. “I asked her what was so interesting about it, and she started reading me some of the sexy parts. We laughed about a couple of them, and then she read this one where the guy handcuffed the woman and did some kinky stuff to her. It was hot, I’m telling you. Anyway, I said I wouldn’t mind doing some of those things to her.”“And?”“She looked at me like I’d turned into some kind of monster. She couldn’t believe I’d even think of doing those things to a woman, much less her.”“What did you do?”“I told her I wasn’t going to do anything she didn’t want to do, and she should have known that.” Jason shook his head. Stacey’s behavior still didn’t make any sense to him. “Anyway, the next thing I know, I get a Dear Jason text. A text. We were in Atlanta and went from there to Cincinnati.”“I remember that trip,” Todd said. “I didn’t have a single hit against the Braves.” “Yeah, well, I wasn’t much better,” Jason said with a sneer. “By the time I got home, she’d cleared out of our place.”“Had you ever asked her to try any of the things in the book, or done any of them without her permission?”“No! I’d never force a woman to do anything she didn’t want to do. And honestly, I’ve never had to.”“Your charisma aside, was there anything else she said?”“Just that I was too demanding. That it’s always my way in bed, never her way. Shit! I asked her all the time to tell me what she liked.” He raked his fingers through his hair. Now that he’d started talking, he couldn’t stop. His frustration poured out faster than fans scurrying from the stadium when the home team was losing by a dozen runs. “She said she didn’t like the way I tried to take care of her, as though she couldn’t take care of herself. It sounded like a bunch of women’s lib shit to me. You know. She said she could pump her own gas, and she didn’t want me ordering for her at restaurants. I’d call to check on her when I was out of town, just to make sure she was okay. I thought I was being considerate, but she said I was smothering her. And then the kinky sex thing…she said that scared her.”When he finally wound down, it was as though the concrete walls had absorbed all the sound. The silence was deafening. Aware that Todd hadn’t said anything, Jason dared to look at his confessor. He didn’t like the way his friend eyed him. “What?” Jason asked.“Do you want to do those things to a woman? Really, want to do those things, or was it just some fantasy?”Jason nodded. “Yeah, I think I’d like that. You know, calling all the shots, having a woman at my mercy. Willingly. I’d only do it if they wanted it, too. Stacey had to know that.”Todd stood. “You have plans tonight?” The abrupt change of subject caught him off guard. “No. Just gonna watch some TV, maybe have a few beers. Why?”“I want to show you something.” He pulled a team notebook out of the bag he’d crammed underneath the bench. He scribbled something, tore out the page, and folded it in half before handing it to Jason. “Meet me at that address around nine. Dress casual.”Damn, he didn’t feel like going out. “Thanks.”“Sure.” Todd grabbed his duffel and left.He hoped Todd wasn’t going to try to fix him up with some bimbo. The last thing he needed right now was a woman messing with his head — it was plenty messed up already.
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Six Sentence Sex with Guest Blogger, Em Petrova

Em Petrova is here today celebrating the release of her new book, Wild Wild Hearts. I do love a good cowboy story! 

Blurb - Lady Sofia is one of the most sought-after women on the frontier. But her “boss” calls the shots from what she may eat to who she spends the night with. Recently he's asked too much when he demands she and her long-time lover Isaac use their charms to seduce a man she wants to tangle limbs with all too much. 

With Sofia, Isaac Strong is part of a two-for-one deal known as the “Jade Pair” for the color of their eyes. When the rugged Nolan Hollis walks into their lives, Isaac's yearnings kick like a wild stallion. But will the honorable man want anything to do with them, especially once he discovers the Jade Pair's mission is to steal a prized object from the Hollis family? 

Nolan must have the stunning saloon girl, even if it means she comes packaged with Isaac. Soon Nolan is equally as drawn to the quiet and handsome man. While he struggles not to lose his heart to his lovers from the wrong side of humanity, he works to hide his rendezvous from his family. But soon Nolan realizes his lovers intend to steal more than his heart...
Take it away, Em!
Hello friends! Today I thought I’d share six sentences of sex. Enjoy!

Isaac spread her farther. The cool air touching her inner folds mingled with the warmth of Nolan’s breath. Able to smell her own arousal, she longed for a chance at her men. To bury her nose in the auburn love trail leading to Isaac’s shaft, or inhale deeply and hold her breath as Nolan pushed his cock into the back of her throat.She shivered.“She’s fucking primed. I’ve gotta taste her.”
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Thanks so much for stopping by, Em. Between the blurb, and those six sentences, I think I'm in love! Gotta get this one!

Cover Reveal - Going Deep - Mustangs Baseball #2

I’m so excited today because I get to show you not one, but two new covers! Both these beautiful covers are the work of Talina Perkins at Bookin it Designs. She's one awesome, talented lady, and great to work with, too.
The first cover is for my upcoming release, Going Deep (Mustangs Baseball #2). For those of you who read the first in the series, Inside Heat, you’ll recognize this handsome devil as Jeff Holder’s twin brother, Jason.
Coming Oct. 5, 2012
Control is the name of the game.
Keeping Carrie blindfolded and in the dark as to his identity suits Major League catcher Jason Holder just fine while he figures out if being a Dom really is his thing. With the media circling like vultures while he works to get his career back on track, the last thing he needs is a sex scandal if things don’t work out.Just when he’s got it all under control a new kind of scandal from an unexpected source threatens everything, and Jason soon finds out that what you don’t know can hurt you.Read an excerpt here.****************************************And now, for the other cover I promised you. Some of you may have already seen it since I updated the sales pages a few weeks ago. But just in case, here’s the new cover for Inside Heat.
Blurb -Megan doesn’t know anything about baseball, but she knows when she’s being hit on. When her quest to get Jeff Holder’s autograph for one of her pediatric patients turns into a proposition from the sexiest twins in the major leagues, Megan is tempted to play the game with them. As they say, it’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt or falls in love. Will Megan strike out, or hit a grand slam?What people are saying about Inside Heat -“You don’t need to be a baseball fan to enjoy this searing tale of a menage that blossoms into true love. Emotionally charged both on the field and off, the story will keep you engaged from the beginning to the final chapter.” – RT Book Reviews“Inside Heat is a red-hot page turner! Sizzling with hot menage love scenes and layered with emotional grit, there’s not a page in the book that doesn’t deliver a sinful sigh of pleasure or a pull of the heart strings.”  - Night Owl Reviews
Read an excerpt and more here.Inside Heat is available here -Amazon – eBook and printBarnes & Noble – eBook and printAll Romance eBooksSmashwordsKoboSonyDieselApple iBook Store

In Remembrance - Flight 93

Some dates will live in infamy. September 11, 2001 is one of those. Worldwide, and especially in the United States, people will always remember where they were and what they were doing at nine o'clock in the morning (Eastern Time) on that day.

On a recent trip to central Pennsylvania, I had the opportunity to visit and pay my respects to the forty American heroes who lost their lives when United Airlines Flight 93 crashed in a meadow near Shanksville, PA at 10:03 am.

For those of you who haven't had the opportunity to visit the memorial site, here's a peek. It's still a work in progress, with better access to the point of impact in the future plans. Care must be taken for the surrounding area as the debris field was wide, and out of respect, the National Park Service doesn't want millions of feet trampling just anywhere. Understandable.
The entrance is off Hwy 30, 
twenty-five miles west of Bedford, PA.

The surrounding area is so peaceful and lovely it's hard to imagine the violence of the crash.   A series of placards tells the story.




A glimpse at future plans.

Old Glory stands sentinel. A long walled walkway leads to the white marble wall that marks the flight path. 
 Niches are set in the walkway wall for memorial tributes.  The white marble wall marks the flight path of Flight 93 and is inscribed with the names of the thirty-three passengers and seven crew members.
A boulder now marks the point of impact. Family members are allowed to leave memorial tributes via a walkway that originates through a break in the marble wall.  A common field one day. 
A field of honor forever.
Bells will ring on Sept. 11, 2012 for the passengers and crew. 
The heroes of United Airlines Flight 93.Rest in Peace
To find out more about the memorial, visit the National Parks website. Their photos are much better than mine.

On the Road - The Lincoln Highway Tour - Bedford and Somerset Counties, Pennsylvania

Here's a quote from my bio - 

"When Roz isn't writing, she's reading, or traipsing around the country on one adventure or another. No trip is too small, no tourist trap too cheesy, and no road unworthy of traveling."

I'm sure there are people who think that's an exaggeration, and this post is to prove them wrong.

On a recent trip to south central Pennsylvania, a tourist brochure introduced me to the Lincoln Highway Tour. 

The Lincoln Highway (Rt.30 through most of PA) was the first coast-to-coast highway in the United States. It extends from New York City to San Francisco. To preserve the unique history of this thoroughfare, the Lincoln Highway Heritage Corridor has established a Roadside Museum in  Bedford and Somerset Counties in Pennsylvania. 

As with my tour of covered bridges, there was just too much to see, so I had to pick and choose which wonders to visit. Fasten your seat belts - we're on our way!

Our first stop is one of many murals along the roadway depicting the history of travel through the region. This one is in Somerset County. There are several of these vintage gas pumps along the route. They're  painted by local artists. I found this one in front of the Rt. 30 Antique store, and yes, I went in. It's a great place, filled with everything you can possible imagine!
Then we found this mural. The far side of the bar is also painted, but it's a busy road and we weren't in the mood to be flattened,so you'll have to take my word for it. Anyway, this one is in Bedford County. Just across the street is a Bison Farm, if you're into that sort of thing.
Next, we stopped at this old church and cemetery. My traveling companions had to  get out and traipse around photographing tombstones belonging to some ancestors of theirs. A storm was coming up and we were darned lucky we didn't get struck by lighting while we were there! Wouldn't that be a convenient?
The Pied Piper used to mark the entrance to Storyland, a  children's park. That closed several decades ago, so now the Piper heralds a shop that caters to the tourist crowd. And no, I did not go inside. *pats self on back*
Yep, that's a giant coffee pot! Built in 1925, it was moved to this spot in 2003. Originally built to attract weary travelers, I think it's been many things over the years. A long-time local resident told me it was once a bar, and they weren't allowed to speak of it in their home because it was reputed to be where the 'shady ladies' hung out - if you get my meaning. ;-)
No, that's not a shady lady! That's me!
Last, but by no means least on my mini Lincoln Highway tour is Dunkle's Gulf Station. This magnificent art-deco style station opened in 1933 and is still operating today. 

On the Road - Covered Bridges of Bedford & Somerset County, PA

If you know me at all, you know I never pass up an opportunity to wander around this beautiful country of ours. I recently spent a few days with my sister-in-law and her sister in south central Pennsylvania. They were there to visit relatives and do some family history research. I was there to sight see and make sure they didn't spend too much time in places filled with dusty record books.

I managed to get them out in the fresh air several times, as it turns out. One of the things I wanted to do was see some covered bridges. The area is known for having a plethora of them, so off we went. Here are a few we found.

Walter's Mill Bridge on the grounds of the Somerset County Historical Society
I just had to capture some of the craftsmanship on this lovely bridge! It was built in 1830 and is  60 ft. long and 12 ft. wide. It's open to foot traffic only now.
Here I am at the Trostletown Bridge which was built in 1845. 
A better view of the Trostletown Bridge. It's 104 ft long and 12 ft. wide and is no longer in use.
My traveling companions - Mary and Rita
Me at Glessner Bridge
Isn't it lovely? It was built in 1881, is 90 ft. long and 12 ft. wide, and it is still in use.
We were taking pictures of the Glessner Bridge when this  'Shades of The Bridges of Madison County' pick-up drove through/over it!
Colvin Bridge  built in 1866- Bedford County

That's my covered bridge tour! There were dozens of others, but  there was so much else to see that I had to draw the line somewhere or miss out on a bunch of other cool stuff. Stay tuned for the next installment - The Lincoln Highway Tour.

Romancing the Hop - Defining Romance

You would think a romance writer could easily define romance, but that isn’t the case – at least for this romance writer. After giving it much consideration, I decided romance means something different for everyone, but most of us can agree that there are some universal symbols that represent romance in our minds. Who doesn’t see a bouquet of red roses or a diamond ring and not think about romance?
After thirty-four years of marriage – to the same guy – those things are nice gestures, but an offer of dinner out after a long day at the computer is likely to generate the same response from me as a big bouquet of flowers. When it comes right down to it, it’s the thought that puts romance in the gift – not the gift itself.

Not that I don't think diamonds are a girls best friend, but these days, I'm more about baseball diamonds than the carbon kind! Check out the new cover for my baseball themed menage, INSIDE HEAT.

Megan’s quest for an autograph turns into a proposition to play with the sexiest twins in baseball, and it’s all fun and games until someone falls in love.

Read an Excerpt here.
Look for the second book in the series - GOING DEEP, October, 2012. 
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Sugar Walls by Mysti Holiday

When Emilie is dumped by her boyfriend, best friend Jack Voss offers a shoulder and a place to live--the other side of his duplex. He’s always there, fixing her problems, her car, her sink. Emilie doesn’t know what she’d do without him, or with the feelings she’s having for him. His shoulder doesn’t just offer comfort anymore; his touch is a turn-on. Their shared wall is the only thing keeping them from sharing a bedroom—and fanning the flames might risk breaking something that Jack can’t fix.
Excerpt - 
A glance back down at the man who was driving her crazy nearly made her moan. He shifted, his ass moved and his thighs flexed as he crawled forward a few inches. The denim of his worn jeans hugged him as tightly as Em dreamed of doing and, before she had time to think about it, she took a step Forward, hands outstretched to snatch hold of the prize. She stopped herself just in time and tucked her hands behind her back to keep from doing something stupid.
“So, Jack?” Her voice was tight with desire and discomfort.
“Hmm?” He peeked at her over one shoulder, a smile in those midnight blue eyes, then quickly returned his attention to the pipe.
“Almost done?” She hoped so, because at this rate, she’d come just from thinking about him.
“Nearly there. Leak’s almost plugged.”
I’ve got a leak you can plug. Her panties soaked with more cream than any one woman should have when she envisioned him plunging into her, filling her pussy with his hard cock. Heat rushed up her neck, and her heart pounded so loudly, surely he could hear it. Dear God. She tried to picture herself in a cold shower to kill some of the heat but cursed again when he joined her there in her mind and slid soapy hands over her damp skin, across her breasts, and down her—
“There.” His voice jolted her out of the hot daydream, and she jumped an inch off the floor. He backed out from the cupboard and turned to smile at her. “All fixed.”

About the Author - 


Mysti Holiday is the pseudonym of a very busy SAHM who dreams of warm climes and hot bodies.  Most people know she writes, but not what she writes about:  sexy men and the wanton women who love them. She's married to a wonderful man who happily sacrifices himself for research, and she spends most of her days dreaming of interesting and unusual situations in which to place her characters.  But most of all, she's a sucker for a happy ending.
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Manday Hotties - Denim Day

It's a denim kind of day - don't you think?
What? He's wearing denim. Can't see enough of it? Well... how about this one instead?


Yeah ... I agree. These are some good genes... I mean... jeans! 
Thanks for stopping by. Hope you're having a marvelous Monday!You can find links to more Manday Hotties here.

Erotic Badlibs Blog Hop & Give@way

So... I tried to do this all by myself, but found it impossible since I knew how the story went. Recalling how much fun the Madlibs books were when I was a kid, I decided to give it a try with some of my grown up friends - my roomies at the Romance Writers of America conference! These ladies are a world of fun any day of the week, but put them in pajamas with a glass of wine in their hand...
See for yourself.
          Damian tickled across the wrist. His wet finger made Libby weak. Histoes bulged. His impressively dripping knee made her dildo swell. He was so slippery that he made her feel soft in comparison. His silky eyes fucked with her nipple ring.          “Get over here, Libby. I want to spank your ass, and can’t stop myself from suckingon your tits.” He pumped slowly,making her big toe breathe sheepishly.          “Oh, Damian. Be pizza with me. I haven’t had a hot fireman in so long.” Libby spanked him. Her eyes slid closed and her head fell back.          His marshmallow touched her pillow and drew a climax from her lips. A calloused hand stroked her sheet making her moist cucumber scream. With forty-two fingers, he entered her nose. She couldn’t stop the tongue from escaping her lips.           “Lay back, Libby. Let me swipe your hat. I want you hotter than a stiletto before I squirt my saliva in your feather duster.” He grinned erotically.           She moaned, nodding. She thrust her hips south-southwest and licked deep in her throat. “Anything you want, Damian. I want to feel your slippery balls so badly I can barely stand it.”          A shiver skated down her leg at the feel of his feather invading her. Sensations like a rainy day moved through her. She could feel the building carpet start with a shudder in her kneepads. She looked up into his face. His sticky eyes swept with juice. His pretty lube pressed deeply into her pussy. She could feel his shiny cock. His increased speed caused her baby oil to beg against the bed. A sound, like a rhinoceros vibrated in her chest. She knew she was going to come. All she needed was his erogenous zone to drink her slowly.          With a final condom, she split off into bliss. Her fingers tensed, her phone tightened and her eyes closed on the feeling of his camera sinking desperatelyinto her.

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