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Who You Calling Smarty Pants?

Last night I posted this on Facebook and because I know some of you guys don’t do Facebook, I wanted to re-post it here to keep you up-to-speed.

News flash! Honey told me tonight that they are doing a documentary on a documentary. Yeah, I did a double take too. Who knew? Well, I’m going to know because (according to him) it’s so freaking compelling we’re discussing it over coffee tomorrow morning. *drums fingers on desk* It better be about naked super model guys or how to save the planet. That’s all I’m saying. Otherwise he’s taking a huge risk here.

 

So, with coffee in hand and my mind sharp from a good night’s sleep I wait with bated breath for this “compelling” discussion to begin. Here it is:

Me, “You mentioned them doing a documentary on a documentary?”

Honey, “Yes. You see…”

I must pause here and do a mental list for the groceries, because I know when Honey starts with “You see” he’s going to take a while to get to the point. And I was right, so you’re welcome. I just saved you from a lot of extraneous details you didn’t need to know to get the gist of our “compelling” conversation.

Here’s Honey wrapping it up, “So the guys who were making the documentary about the great white shark were stump. After they tagged it and followed it around for months the last informational data from the homing device that came to them was the shark going down to a depth that was unheard of for their species, and get this. The shark’s body temperature went up when it should have gone down.”

I stared at him as if I were watching paint peeling. That’s it? “Hm. I’d say they had their own shark Bermuda Triangle thing happening, if there was a mystery. But there’s not a mystery here. I know exactly what happened.”

He sits back and crosses his arms over his chest. “Okay, Miss Smarty Pants. Tell me.”

“The shark was bitten by a killer whale. Old Moby took that piece with the remote device attached and swallowed it, hence the temperature increase. Then he dove down to the depth his species is known to go and had himself one bad case of indigestion.”

Bah! The look on Honey’s face? Priceless. There was absolute silence while he studied me for a few seconds, before he uncrossed his arms and leaned forward, asking, “How the hell did you figure that out so quickly? It took my some time, but I figured it out too. How do you do that?”

“Easy.” I shrugged. “If I were going to write that in a story that’s how I would have written it.”

He shook his head. “Amazing.”

“No.” I dragged that small word out in a patronizing way. “What’s amazing is you being surprised by anything I do at this point in our lives. It’s kinda scary actually.”

He deadpans. “Yeah it is.”

*sigh* Coffee time was very subdued after that. Until I mentioned I wanted the spare room – he just finished painting- redone in a different color. Then the conversation was quite lively. Very colorful too. >.< In the end I had to barter to get what I want…heheheh. Not really, but he thinks it’s an even swap and that’s all that’s important, right? We’ll and this.

Riley

A little info on Laren and Michael in Reputable Surrender

She’s a natural born leader who’s arrogant and proud on occasion. She’s also intelligent, witty, strong and creative. How does she manage to pull off these glowing attributes? With gobs and gobs of feminine charm. She will care for the children and help the less fortunate. To men the lioness is irresistible. She’s passionate, playful and very, how shall I say, energetic when it comes to sex. She doesn’t want a man to dominate her necessarily, but she doesn’t respect weakness either. She’d rather have a fellow hunter as mate than a man who’d let her trounce all over him. As a partner she will admire, appreciate and care for her guy, but he better not expect her to worship him.

*Pulls down glasses and stares right at you*

Oh dear. Knowing Michael the way I do, that last tidbit about Laren could present a problem…

 

He’s always the first to plow his way through new ground. Charismatic with oodles of leadership skills, the Aries man is the first to explore the unknown. He’s a dynamo of energy and magnetism, the Pied Piper to those around him. He’s adventurous and approaches love like a battle, and like most of the battles he selects to fight, he’ll usually wins. Who doesn’t secretly love a bad boy? The Aries man is very good at being very bad, which makes him rather popular with the ladies. A sensual, hungry lover, he is demanding, with a high libido. In plain speak it’s an adventure to be with an Arian. Erotic and impudent, the Ram will take his partner to new sexual heights. Yeah, but there’s another side to that pleasurable coin, people. The guy also tells it like it is, without regard to the consequences. A trait that could have a sexy woman he’s getting to know thinking he’s somewhat aggressive and maybe even a little bossy.

*gasp*

Could her name be Laren?

I LOVE these guys! Here’s a little snippet leading up to one of Michael’s “tell it like it is” conversations.

“Don’t move. I’ll fly out.” She grabbed hold of the bar with both hands, squeezing until her bones hurt. “It’s not too late.”

“We’re already ten feet off the ground. Don’t worry, kitten, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

“Ten feet?” There was no way she could look down to see for herself so she’d have to believe him. “Oh, please for the love of God, stop moving.”

“Let’s talk about safety.”

“Safety?” It was too late for that. They were already in the air. Didn’t he know she was wearing new jeans? Tight ones? Just for him and now they were going to be the contributing factor to her death. “I’m slipping.” Squeezing her eyes shut, she whispered, “I’m going to die.”

“You’re not going to die. I’m right here. I’m holding you tight. See?”

She did feel his arm around her and his other hand on her thigh. The sensation of being captured let her breathe a little easier. He wasn’t going to slide under the metal bar, he was too big. Strong. Yeah, he was strong enough to hold her.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and turned to look at him. “Don’t let go.”

“Never,” he whispered and she believed him. The combined warmth of his eyes and commanding expression made her heart race with something other than fear.

“I can do this.”

“I never doubted it.” He kissed her forehead and she closed her eyes again until he said, “I’m going to talk for the next few minutes and all I want you to do is listen, okay?”

(end)

Wow, I wonder what he’s going to say to her? I don’t know about you, but I’d listen to a guy that looks like that. Reputable Surrender will be released this month. I’m shooting for the 20th. *fingers crossed*

Riley

Multiple Whats????

The haunted ice maker has struck again! Only this time it gave me three instead of one. Honey is now convinced the machine is in love with me. Actually, he’s wondering if I tampered with it to make it do this. *sigh* Alas, I didn’t because, let’s face it, if I had figured how to pull something like this off I think my ice statues would be more *cough, cough* statuesque. So once we finished having a debate about ice dicks, I dared Honey to take one of them in and show my mom. Here’s the conversation.

Me. “I dare you.”

Him giving me that look. The one that says, How did we get here? “No.”

“Why not? It will be funny.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Tell her I made you.”

He gives me another look. One I know very well. It’s a cross between Seriously? and You’re nuts. “No.“

Right then my mom comes through the door. Honey turns his back on me and positions himself so the ice dicks are stealthily hidden behind him…but then so am I which basically meant the guy was screwed. There he is, nicely greeting Madge when I picked up the most attractive frigid phallus -that would be the one on the right as the one on the left had a hook claw-hook-thingy on the top and the one at the back had some kind of wart looking thing on the side of it – and centered it in my outstretched palm. Slowly I moved until the ice member came out from hiding and was floating right beside Honey’s shoulder. Now visible to my mom. I kept it there until I heard her laugh, asking, “Good grief, what’s that?”

Honey shot a look sideways and didn’t miss a beat. “Washington Monument.”

Good old Madge just shook her head and tapped Honey on the shoulder as she walked by, saying, “Nice try, but your wife already told me the story about the ice maker making penises.”

Oop, there was that look again when Honey swung around and glared at me. LMAO! What did he expect? Me to keep it a secret? *looks right at you and pulls down reading glasses* Maybe I should tell him tonight when we’re lying in bed that I’ve been blogging about this.

Riley, who sees a brand new ice maker in her very near future.

Reputable Surrender Sneak Peek #3

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Although a smile lingered over her lips, there was a shadow of genuine worry in her eyes. “It’s me who should have had a shattered heart when I broke things off with a decent guy. The fact that I didn’t is…well, it’s messed up, huh?”

“Depends.” Finally, an opening. This was his opportunity to shine. He waited until she accepted the newly arrived brews and deposited them on the table before he dove in to sweep her off her kinky feet. “Did Sammy make your legs shake? Did he cause your breath to catch at the back of your throat? Did he make you cry, pant and sweat for him?”

Her lips parted and the hand that held the piece of fish she would have bitten into froze mid-air, while she eyed him, causing him to add, “Did he put you on your knees and take your mouth the way it should have been taken?”

She lowered her gaze. She lowered her fucking gaze for him. The action was as telling as the slight blush that rushed to her cheeks. He wasn’t going to let an advantage like this go, so leaning forward, he whispered, “In any case, I bet he didn’t use it the way I plan on using it.”

Reputable Surrender Sneak Peek #2

Laren slowly raised her gaze, thinking she was prepared for the smoldering heat that sizzled in his eyes, but she was wrong. It touched her in waves. Petting her. Tempting her until all she could see was the image of her kneeling beside him, resting her cheek against his thigh as he made those decisions for her. Would he be shocked by what she’d want him to do for her?

“If you continue to look at me like that, kitten, we might have to forgo the pizza.”

She was going to tell him what a bad idea this was. Them doing anything together. Even eating pizza, but …

(end of excerpt)

*insert dreamy sigh here* I think Michael’s going to be in for a good surprise, don’t you?

Okay, if you didn’t read sneak peek #1 click on Michael’s photo below.

 

If you missed quote #1 click on this next photo below

If you want to see more of Michael and Laren leave me a comment. Between Honey, final edits, Fred and Myrtie, and you know, life, time’s kind of tight. BUT I would free up a few moments to put something more together for you guys to read.

Riley

Where’s the crop???

(If You haven’t been following and want to click here)

 

After I left this picture for Honey on the counter yesterday evening his first words were:

“Where’s the crop?”

To which I rolled my eyes and thought, Pfft, men!

His second sentence after he put the picture down and then snatched it back up again was… “Is that my beer he’s drinking?”

To which I rolled my eyes again and thought…well, you guys know what I thought, right?

Then later he finds this picture tucked in the frame around our master bath mirror and yells to me,

“I hope he wasn’t sailing around drunk on my beer!”

To which I’m thinking, Drat! That would have been funny if Fred was on his back sailing around. *snap* opportunity missed there, but *stares right at you* not for long. Heheheh. *excuse me for a moment while I go tie a woman to some railroad tracks and twirl my handlebar mustache*  even as I try to contain myself for the coupe de grace.

And here she is…

This is the picture I planted right next to Honey’s side of the bed when I got up in the wee hours of the morning to let the poochie out. Can I just say, I’ve never heard Honey gasp. At least I don’t think I have. Grunt, hiss, growl, and grind teeth even, but gasp? Nope, not in all our years. *grins until it turns into a big white-toothed smile* I did this morning. He plucked up Myrtie’s picture and chucked it like a playing card toward the door. Here’s the conversation.

“That thing is snooping on me.”

I sat up and stretched, throwing in a yawn for innocent effect. “What? Who?”

“That creepy-ass troll thing you brought into the house.”

“You mean Myrtie? She’s outside.”

“It isn’t a she, it’s an it and it isn’t outside it was right on my night table.”

I do the wide-eyed ‘Oh my God’ are you sure look. “Myrtie was in our room?”

To which he replied. “This will be your room if I find it in here again. I’ll go sleep somewhere else.”

Now I was the one who gasped because Honey meant it and when he got up and went to brush his teeth I sat there pondering my own stupidity. After all, I should have known better. When a spouse brings a stripper into the house marital discord is bound to happen, right?

Riley who is going to keep Myrtie out of our bedroom. *insert eureka moment here* But if she manages to find her way into our garage I wonder what he’ll do then? She’d be in one of his FAVORITE rooms after all. Hm. Might be an interesting experiment. I’ll keep you posted. Poor Honey.

 

Look Who I Found…Fred Isn’t Dead!

***If you haven’t been following and want to click here***

Fred is in our backyard. I know, right? I give him food and a riding crop and he winds up in the backyard? Crazy.  That’s him hiding in our planter boxes. Honey walked right by him this morning, so I guess it wasn’t too crazy after all.

Crazy like a fox. I go out for an hour this morning and when I get home this is what I find? No wonder Fred doesn’t want to run away. If I knew we had Heineken in the fridge I wouldn’t go either.

[image error]I figured if I confiscated the umbrella he might take a hike before Honey gets home. But then…

I walk by the front doors and notice my poochie keeping guard. What the…?

Who leans in with her nose against the glass? Myrtie. Dammit she must have heard me talking to Fred. Now she knows he’s back there. Eek! They may leave a ring around my pool tonight if I don’t shoo Fred off on his travels. Already he’s had a few offers. My neighbor up on the corner asked if Fred would like to go and visit there. Now might be a good time to send him, right?

Aw look.

My poochie hasn’t left the front door since Myrtie popped up. I’m thinking she’s like her dad and doesn’t like gnome’s either.

Gotta go. I gotta call my neighbor.

Riley whose work is never done. Heheheh.

 

Reputable Surrender (sneak peek) #1

“Who’s chicken now?” he asked as he held aside one of the curtains to the candlelit room beyond.

“Not me. I’m coming. Really. That’s all I want.” She sauntered past him, happy that she’d won and said, “To come. That’s all I need.”

He dropped the curtain, enveloping them in privacy as he came toward her. “Too bad, because that won’t be happening anytime soon.” His hands were so warm. His grip so strong and the way he commanded the space between them took her breath away. But his words? “Let me guess, dragoncita. Now that we’re alone you think I’ll rip this robe off you and…”

Oh, God, his voice. Sensual, husky and deliciously carnal as he began to describe what he’d do to her. He was so precise in the telling that she closed her eyes and escaped into her rapidly heating up imagination.

Naked and in his arms, she dipped backward and let him nip and suck on her neck, collar bone and breasts. A bite and then a kiss, over and over while one of his hands slipped down, crossing her navel, belly, resting on her with palm flat just above the apex of her thighs. He refused to go lower, to slip that hand between her legs until she opened for him. The ache and need, she had no choice and when she widened her stance he didn’t hesitate.

Gentle, yet strong fingers slid through her warmth, circling her clit as he sucked on her breast. Slowly he worked her delicate flesh until she flexed forward to offer more of herself to his touch. Begging without words for his fingers to sink into her heat. To stroke it to…Ummm, he buried his middle finger in deep. So deep…  

“You’ll want to come, bad, but I’m afraid you’ll be doing it on my time. My terms.” She barely heard these words as he curled down and leveled his mouth to where her ear was beneath the thin fabric of the hood. “And you’ll come when I order you to. Not before.”

She shuddered. “Oh, no.”

“Yes.”

“No, I really mean no because I just did. I’m so sorry,” she groaned.

Anyone watching what happened next would have thought she punched him in the face. His head snapped back that fast. “Excuse me?”

How embarrassing. What could she say? “Let me make it up to you. I’ll give you a hand job.”

“Hand. Job?”

The way he separated those two words made her cringe. Clearly that offer didn’t excite him, but she didn’t really know him well enough to offer more. “I don’t know you so well that I’d be comfortable—”she gave a curt nod in the direction of his groin, “—putting my mouth on that.”

Silence. There was nothing but silence as he stood there…

(end of excerpt)

*sigh* These guys are so much fun. Laren is a real character. She keeps poor Michael on his toes, that’s for sure. I know I say this about all my hero and heroines, but seriously, I LOVE these guys. They go from fun and sexy one moment to hot fry-the-old-eyeballs off the next. Oh, and there’s a scene in this story that made me sob. Honey didn’t know what to make of that when he heard me. He came flying into my office. I didn’t know what was more pathetic. Me hiccuping trying to explain the scene to him or him scowling as he figured it out. Here’s the conversation.

Me taking a deep breath.  ”It just broke my heart.”

“I don’t like that.” He pulled me out of my chair and hugged me. “Why do you read shit that upsets you?”

“Read? No, I wrote it.”

“Okay, that’s just messed up. Do you need more tissues?”

“Nah, I’ll be okay. I know how it’s going to end.”

“And you call me a strange creature?”

Hm. He did have a point. But my point in telling you this is simple. I love these characters. I love this story and I’m having a really hard time saying goodbye to them. I know I have to and as soon as I get an official date from my editor I shall post it. I’m hoping it will by the end of the month. *fingers crossed*

Riley

Quote From Reputable Surrender

“I’m going to take everything from you, until you have nothing left to give. And then I’m going to give you everything, until there’s nothing more you want.”

Michael and Laren’s story

***Coming soon***

It Is With Regret That I…

SAY GOODBYE FOR NOW TO FRED…

FRED IS SO NOT DEAD (PART 3)

If you haven’t read part one click here

Or part two click here

Myrtie bidding Fred a fond farewell! See her at the top there?

When Fred got halfway down the drive she jumped down and called, “Godspeed, my  stunning shelled-back stud of seduction!”

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To which Fred  paused to let her words float over him.

[image error]Myrtie races down the walk to catch a last glimpse of him. “I shall miss your concrete hands, feet and tongue! Well, maybe not your tongue as it’s kind of hard to swallow, but your other hard parts? I shall dream about them my reptilian stallion!”

*insert me thinking*

*here*

As I wonder about what the two of them were doing in the garden the last few days. Honey might have to take the hose to it. >.<

But when I saw how fast Fred made it across the lawn to the sidewalk, I had my answer. There’s only one thing that can make a slow guy move that fast. Fear of commitment after doing the nasty! Poor, sweet, Myrtie. The double D’s on her chest aren’t the only double D’s in her life. Dumped and soon to be disillusioned. Such a shame, I was thinking, until I turned and saw her eyeing him

  With lust in her eyes. Eek! She’s worse than I am.

So here’s what I’ve left for Honey on this.

Heheheh.

(Scroll down to see what Honey said when he saw the photo)

Riley

Honey, “He took the crop?”

LMAO!

That’s Honey…