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Who’d Have Thunk?

Okay you see these guys? Of course you do. They’re what I was drowsily thinking about as I fell asleep last night until I was jarred awake by Honey asking in a regular tone of voice, which in the silence of the night, sounded like someone speaking into a bullhorn.

“Hey, did you know that global warming isn’t The US Global Warming?”

Yeah, you hear them too, right? The crickets I mean, and I hate that, because invariably this means that I have to wake up enough to think about his stupid-probably-another-documentary question!

I roll over and stare at the ceiling. “What does that even mean?”

“If everyone doesn’t participate then we are wasting our time. That’s not my opinion it’s just–”

“Let me guess. The opinion of some egg-head on one of your programs.”

“Exactly. Have you ever thought about it?” Annoyingly he yawned. I knew what that meant.

“You better not fall asleep now that I’m awake thinking about this.”

“Relax. I thought it was interesting that the experts are saying that if the third world countries and some other countries that are not third world, but completely ignore carbon emissions and preserving natural resources, don’t get on board with the ‘preserving the planet program’, then what we’re doing isn’t going to have much effect. The reality being, it would be a case of what we’re not doing by conserving and being a good example – is only working to put us behind the economic eight-ball.”

My wheels are turning now. Dammit. With I sigh I delve in. “It’s a double-edged sword though. If we do what other ‘not third world countries’ are doing then we make the problem worse, right? But I get it. If we ignore our need to conserve and protect then we’d be able to compete economically with some of those huge countries that are –right now- grossly consuming. I guess it comes down to what is economically right, versus morally. I mean, I wouldn’t want to be the one who made that decision. How would you tell future generations that one of the biggest nations in the world folded under peer pressure because that’s essential what it is, right? China can manufacture products so much cheaper because they don’t have the strict rules and regulations the US has in place. And how would you handle the actual ‘third world countries’ that have no safeguards against emissions because they have no money to fund putting them into place?”

Silence.

“Hello?”

Snore.

Fuckatola! He got me. *Imagine me throwing my hands up in the air* He winds up sleeping like a baby and there’s me. No group of beautiful men in sight, as I lie awake and try to work out an equitable solution to world economic problems while still being a conservationist. Seriously? It gave me a headache. Which got me to thinking…

I’m buying a blow horn today and hiding it under the bed. Won’t Mr. I fall-asleep-at-the-drop-of-a-hat be surprised tonight in the wee hours when I use it. But then again, I probably don’t need to get that elaborate. I’m sure if I whispered in the barest whisper imaginable about doing something sexy to him the guy would sit right up. *Thinking* Meh, I’m going to do both. After last night he deserves it. >:) Heheh!

Riley who intends to yawn her way through the day.

A SPECIAL DRAWING FOR ALL MY SUBSCRIBERS!

Even my pooch is thrilled about this!!!

Erm, not really…

Yeah, she probably couldn’t give a rat’s ass about this but I do!

Yep, I think it’s about time I do something special for you guys. So here’s the deal. I usually bring my swag and the good stuff to book signings, conferences and giveaways on goodreads and blog tours, but I know some of you guys can’t participate in those events. Either that, or you have had your fill of me on this blog. Anyways, point is, it’s time you guys get to play.

There are sexy magnets, a magnet bag clip, a dog tag (I love that one!), a signed autographed copy of Requested, a pin, a styish pen, a sticky note pad with David’s image on it (LOVE that one too), a clothes peg flash drive that has the whole narrated scene of Required Surrender that was read by a Dom (YouTube banned the last section but that won’t stop me from loading it on this awesome flash drive and giving it to you) :D, and a twenty-five dollar Amazon gift card. Oh, and it’s all packed in this. It’s not just a book. >:)

See?

Sneaky, eh?

It Almost Took Out My Eye!!!

Yeah, I know what you’re thinking could have done that, but not this time. You guys are so bad. *shakes head*  Actually it was kind of close though, that’s why I have to share. Now for those of you who read my blog you know Honey had an accident several months ago involving his hand. Anyway, since it’s been healing we’ve had to do therapy on it. And when I say we I really mean me. He thinks he can work with it everyday and that’s it. When I know that’s only half the battle as the other ligaments and muscles that don’t get worked need to be exercised. Long story short? Every night before we go to bed I do this massage workout routine. There’s oil and rubbing and bending and flexing so yeah, it sounds really exciting, but meh, no so much.

Now last night Honey’s in bed before me. He’s lying flat on his back with the covers up to his chest when I bring the oil to his side of the bed. I didn’t think he’d been in bed long enough to fall asleep, but when I heard his quiet and even breathing I realized he was dozing. So there I am thinking maybe I should just forget about it for the night. Only? I have that OCD problem where I start to worry that if I miss this one night his hand will take a step back in-the-getting-better-direction, so here’s what happened.

I put the oil on the nightstand and curl down over him to whisper, “Hey, babe, it’s time for me to do my job. I have to see to your hand.”

That’s when the duvet, with sheet attached, smacked me so hard in the face I nearly fell backwards as one corner of the bedding caught me in the eye.

Honey didn’t even notice. He just shook his previous sleep off and said, “All right. A hand job. Beautiful.”

If you can imagine me glaring at him from watering and stinging eyes, please do, because I was and they were. How the hell…? Then it came back to me. Yes, I used the trigger words while he was in a dream-state. I should have known. Never mention hand and job so close together when your honey is lying flat on his back and naked beneath the sheets.

There I was wiping the tears off my cheek with the back the back of my hand when he gets up on elbows and frowns at me. I thought he was going to apologize but this is what I got instead. “Hey, why are you crying? I’m not going to say no.”

Seriously? If I could have rolled my eyes I would have. Instead I stemmed the watering as best I could, and snatched up the oil, grumbling, “You’re such a jerk.”

He fell back against his pillow and sighed, “Oh yeah, keep talking dirty to me. I love it.”

“Aren’t you going to cover yourself up?”

He opened one and gave me a grin. “No.”

Hm. It was at this point I decided to give him what he wanted and began talking dirty to him. Really dirty, and so the second I finished with his hand, predictably he said, “Come here.”

I shook my head and then spying how stunned he was, I added, “Unlike you I am saying no.”

Poor baby. There I was mentally patting myself on the back ready to do the hair flick and ask, “Who’s crying now?” But you gotta know that didn’t happen. I won’t go into what did, all I will say is, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with Honey’s hand. Nothing.

Riley who is contemplating what simple, and yet complicated creatures men are.

 

 

 

A Rollercoaster, The Incredible Hulk, An Intimate Interlude and Me. Say What-a-what?

Well, according to Honey, all hell broke loose. This would probably explain why he woke up this morning grumpy and glaring. I have to set the scene. I’m still laughing as I type this so it may take me a minute. Hahahaha!

Imagine Honey all stern and dark-eyed. Actually tight-lipped too which isn’t his usual style. At least not in the mornings. Anyways, he’s staring at me over his coffee cup and I’m feeling his gaze, if you know what I mean?

Something’s up, so I put my cup on the table. “Problem?”

He matches my move and puts his coffee down as well. “You tell me.”

Can you hear the crickets? They’re so loud they’re deafening me. “Love to, but you’re going to have to give me a clue here first.”

He leans forward with his elbows on his knees and asks, “If The Hulk offered you a ride on a rollercoaster and wanted to get you off during the ride would you let him?”

No lie guys. Those crickets? They were locusts now and I was stuck blinking through them to keep my gaze on a very solemn Honey. Then before I could stop myself I burst out laughing. Bad part about that? Honey wasn’t amused. In fact in a very calm voice he starts to detail this extremely-maybe-he’s-been-working-too-hard dream where I hopped on this coaster with The Hulk. Never mind that green isn’t my color and I prefer my men a little less…erm, how should I put this, Neanderthal, maybe? But I digress. So forget all my objections and assume, like Honey was doing, that I’d get on the damn ride. Bad enough, but then add that I’d let the Hulk *cough-cough* mess around with me. The visual on that alone was enough to turn me green. But Honey paid no attention to my incredulity instead he continued to regale me with all the things I did during his rather comic-erotic dream that I was horrified to be starring in. He ends it with:

“And after your screams of ecstasy broke the coaster the f*cker picked you up and walked out of the park. You went with him and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why.”

A couple of things occurred to me at once. First, Honey had an overactive imagination. Second he was jealous over a dream, and third he was waiting for me to explain the why of it. Now most women in a similar situation would have waved it off or said, “you’re nuts, it was only a dream.” But not me.

“Gee, I was totally and utterly exhausted, so I couldn’t very walk out of the park on my own two shaky legs, could I?”

At this point Honey snapped straight up. “What?”

Yeah, I may not have thought that response through all the way. Eek! I haven’t seen his eyes that sparkly since he showed up at my door when we were broken up as kids and I was going out with the fireman. His name was Kevin and all I remember about him was that he ordered a giraffe of wine. I don’t think I heard anything else the poor guy had to say after the guffaw I was too busy thinking about Honey taking off on his motorcycle. God he looked great. *sigh* Where was I? Oh, right. So there Honey was all furious because of my answer – which was kind of funny and not funny at all. It was time to toss the water to douse the flames.

“Relax. I didn’t go with him, you idiot, how could I? You would have kicked his ass.” That seemed to appease him and when he sat back I asked, “What were you watching on TV last night.”

He looked away. “A documentary.”

I sat forward and hiked a brow. “On?”

“Lou Farrigno.”

“Um hm.” Of course I guessed it had to be something like that as I already knew where the rollercoaster idea came from. My hero and heroine in Reputable Surrender. I wrote then read Honey that particular scene before we went to bed. >:) “I bet it was interesting.”

“Yes.” He turned to look at me again. “Did you know that the scene where he flipped that car in the rain was actually him flipping the car?” I didn’t and what’s more I wasn’t terribly interested, but I let Honey get the man crush out of his system. “They were filming that scene in the rain and Lou had spent ten hours or so in costume, and when the lift thing didn’t work and he’d thought they’d have to reshoot the whole thing all over again, he actually hoisted the car up and pushed it over that embankment out of frustration with sheer brute strength.”

Man envy? Check.

Rollercoaster ride and sex? Check, check.

It’s no wonder the guy had that dream. Only…? “Oh dear.” I sighed and leaned back, crossing my arms.

“What?”

“I thought you were jealous of me being with The Hulk, but it’s the other way around.”

“Excuse me?”

I had to bite my lip SO hard not to laugh at this point. The look on his face? Hilarious.

“I think you have a man crush.”

“And I think you better rethink that.”

I narrowed my eyes and studied him for a second or two and then I said, “Okay, but only if you rethink that stupid dream. I wouldn’t get on that rollercoaster with The Hulk.”

Honey was in the process of picking up his coffee mug again when he paused and shot a look at me. I didn’t blame him because I’d purposely made it sound as if I’d get on with someone else, and he knew who it was. “You’d get on that ride with Michael Kavanagh though, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course.”

Lol! Now he was mad at my hero. Man, there was just no winning with the guy this morning.

Oop, *heheheh* *cock’s an ear* Was that my phone ringing? Why yes it was. It was Honey calling me to say that when he got home he planned on changing my mind about that ride…so, given a moment to think about it, there is winning involved. *huffs a breath on my curled fingers and then dusts off my left shoulder* Yes. It would appear as if my work here is done.

Riley *beaming* as she looks forward to tonight. Maybe I shall wear green for the occasion.

 

 

Requested Surrender Is on Amazon’s Top 100 Bestselling List For Erotica!

Requested Surrender is #2!!! I’m so excited about this and I also wanted to share some other neat stuff with you.

I’m going to be doing a review tour for Requested Surrender! The finer details I’ll be announcing shortly! Can’t wait. What I can tell you right now is that there will be some cool prizes and maybe even a teaser or two for Reputable Surrender too. so I hope you’ll come and check it out. Once I have all the details I will post them. Promise.

Oh and there is an anniversary event going on at The Romance Reviews that I’m taking part in. It’s a lot of fun and there’s a ton of prizes. I’ll be posting about when my turn comes up. You have to find the answer to the questions I asked about Requested Surrender on my site. No biggie I lead you right to the answers. That’s not the fun part. The fun part are the questions. I cried laughing when I wrote them so I hope when the time comes and my turn arrives for the game I’m in to be played you’ll check it out. It’s hilarious and after you answer you get a chance to win $$ and prizes too. I’ll post a direct link to it when I have it. Until then you can still click on the link if you want a chance at winning other prize from some very talented authors.

Riley *beaming today*

 

YOU ARE VERY HARD TO SLEEP WITH…

Hm…

To that I say, “Oh really?” Because seriously, guys, the last time Honey said those words to me was when we were seeing each other and I was doing the big old hard to get! >:) Here’s the conversation. Wait, maybe I should set the scene first. I am an author after all. Imagine it’s the black of night and we’re snug in our little bed. Actually it’s a big old king but with Honey taking up a lot of the room my part of it is still tiny. Wide shoulders – arms bracketing his head, you get the picture right? If not, look to the left and you’ll see me hugging my side of the bed. *shakes head* That complaint will be blogged about next. Not really…maybe. So there I am. I can’t sleep. It’s book release week remember? So I stare into the blackness and listen to the sounds of the night. Which oddly enough have an animal making a very peculiar noise. Think that ticking noise that the creature in Predator made.

So I flop over onto my back and whisper, “What is that making noise?”

Honey grunts. Yeah we’d been in bed a while, but I pretended it was as if we’d just gotten between the sheets.

“It sounds like an alien.”

Honey doesn’t even move. He just speaks against his pillow. “What kind? An illegal alien or…?”

Oh yeah, he was funny while my heart was pounding. “This is serious,” I whisper really loud just in case Predator guy is listening to us. “Do you hear it?”

Now he pushes off up on elbows and cocks an ear. Just before he collapses back down he says, “Raccoon.”

I paused for a moment to wonder about how he knew all these things, but dammit, we all know about those fortuitous documentaries he watches. So I nod and take a deep breath feeling somewhat better until I hear a thud. I turn to ask, but he beats me to it.

“Possum.”

Hm. That was kind of quick I thought, but then something else came to me. “Hey do you think that raccoon is the creature that’s been poking holes in our front lawn?”

“No. I think someone with an overactive imagination should let her husband go to sleep without bothering him.”

I was quite for another full minute. Until he thought I was going let him go back to sleep. Yeah like that was ever going to happen. “But what if it is?”

“Is what?” He comes up on elbow and looks down at me.

“The raccoon wrecking our lawn.”

“Would you like me to go out there and talk with him?”

“You’d do that?”

Okay, the guy laughed which was phase two of my “I’m lonely in the middle of the night” plan. Phase one was waking him up, so score!

“If you wanted me to.”

Aww, now I felt bad about waking the poor guy up. “No that’s okay, go back to sleep.”

He does a big sigh and then asks, “What’s it’s going to take to get you to fall asleep?”

I thought about that for a millisecond and then whispered, “You telling me about one of the documentaries you watched recently.”

I was kidding but he was not people! I heard all about the gold rush. Did you know that in the Klondike it was all the women who ran the hotels where the men could eat and sleep in a bed who made all the money? Fascinating. So fascinating I fell asleep until Honey woke me up a few hours later because he couldn’t sleep now. *insert me staring right at you here* Then I told him a story that woke us both up. Well, more him that me if you know what I mean. *wink, wink*

So how’s your week been going? I bet you can’t guess what I’m working on now?

Riley

Here ARE A COUPLE OF REVIEW QUOTES I LOVE FROM REQUESTED SURRENDER!

 

Celticfairiemom, a reader review from Amazon:

…you’ll want to reread this as soon as you’re done.. to relive how wonderful and fun their finding each other was… must read!! what are you waiting for?? 

Phe, a reader reviewer from goodreads:

“I want to be the guy who slays your dragons. The man who protects you from the bad when it comes, and I always want to be the big part of the good when it happens. I want to be your hero. Your right when things go wrong. Your friend. Your lover. Your Dom. Your everything.”

Sigh. Swoon. And where can I get me one of those?! Much like the author’s other books in the series, the eroticism and heat in this story is palpable, and the dialogue witty and entertaining. As always, the complexities of a D/s power exchange dynamic are wonderfully illustrated, depicting how fragile, flawed and intricate this type of relationship can be.

I love reader reviews and what can I say, but David is Dom who is always looking to play…with his heroine.

See.

Requested Surrender Has Been Released!!!!

She knows he’s dangerous for a woman like her.

He knows she’s perfect for a man like him.

From their first meeting, David Hollan is intrigued because Lacy Pembrook is subconsciously hiding someone. Herself. And David wants to know why. He’s patient at first. Willing to give her space, but when she breaks the rules they’ve set between them, he’s ready to hold her accountable. One way or another, he’s going to find the piece of her that’s yet to be uncovered. And when he does? He intends to own it.

Given an ultimatum after she gets caught coloring outsides the lines of their “trial” relationship, Lacy decides to fall in with David’s plans. She’ll cancel her trip and spend her vacation time at his house making up for her transgression. No sweat, right? Wrong. What she doesn’t count on is him going full-out Dom on her. She quickly learns why they call him the quiet one. He’s dead sexy, watchful and stern at the best of times, and now that he has her all to himself, each of those things are magnified tenfold.

By the time Lacy realizes that he’s completely subjugated her—by way of an emotional striptease—it’s too late. She’s bared her soul to him, so when he requests her surrender she has no choice but to give it to him. Or does she?

Requested Surrender

I Guess I’m Cheating…

With him. If I have to *does another delicious study of him* Yep – yeah, he’d be my choice.

So how did this come up you ask? Well, it goes something like this. I’m doing my usual freaking out around a release date, and Honey’s his annoyingly calm self. Have I mentioned how much this flips my hot button? No? It does. *insert me dragging my hands down the sides of my face as I do that growl/groan of frustration thing here*

Anyways, I’m waiting for one very important thing to arrive last night. The clock is ticking and I can’t sit still. So what do I do? I torture myself further by sitting next to Honey in the family room to stare at God knows what, probably another documentary, when he starts talking. You have to picture me and him sitting side-by-side. He’s turned, looking at me as he speaks while I continue to stare at the images on the TV. I hear him, but the words sound like the adults speaking in the Peanut’s cartoon.  *Insert “Mwahmwahmwah, wah wah mwah” here* Poor Honey, but I couldn’t pay attention as I was busy working on my huge pre-release day ulcer.

Until I hear:

“Hello? Do you want to go to the concert with me at the end of March?”

I blinked and then turn to face him. Concert? I’m thinking what concert? when Honey gets that look. His eyes go all sparkly and he leans in and says, “Or would you rather go with your boyfriend? Have him take you. Hey, maybe I could drive you guys that way you two could have drinks over dinner beforehand.”

Yep, his nonsense was precisely what I needed. I burst out laughing and then asked, “What time are you going to pick us up?”

He wasn’t exactly grinning when he sank back in his seat and growled, “Half past over my dead effing body, that’s when.”

Heheheh. I don’t know why, but I felt so much better after that…wait, I know why. Poor Honey.

That was last night, but now it’s poor me because today he’s working and without him to torture? I’m right back at working on that release day ulcer. >.<

Riley