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I MISS YOU, BUT I’LL SEE YOU AFTER…

Hi Dad! Thinking about you today!

 

I miss the navy stories and I miss your jokes. But more than anything, I miss seeing my children through your eyes. I’m laughing and crying as I type this because when my little  guys did the stupidest and craziest things you always thought they were incredible. I so loved that about you.


Riley

 

 

 

The case of the can of soup case!

Okay,  before I get to that I’m going to share a secret…
I’m currently getting my website redesigned and I’ve been holding off adding more stuff to my current one because I love my designer and I don’t want to make it harder on her. BUT, I couldn’t let this one go. If I don’t get it down with words I may not remember it and what’s the point of torturing my honey if I forget the gold?
Here’s the setup. I’m sick. Yes, I know, you probably have never heard that before and rightly so. It’s been a few years, maybe five since I’ve been sick enough to say I’m sick. Shocking. Actually my daughter came by the house and wanted to take me to the hospital. So yeah, no one is used to me being sick, but especially Honey. The poor guy kind of has a meltdown, you know? He starts preparing for things. Not my demise, interestingly enough, but he snaps into being very responsible for unusual things all of a sudden. Take for instance, grocery shopping. He hates it. Never does it unless he’s threatened with…well, never mind what I have to cut out of some of our *cough, cough* relationship schedule, but you get the point. So, where am I going with this? I’m sick and he goes grocery shopping without complaining, but more importantly, without calling me seven times from the store. Yes, people, Honey was winging it.
To be honest he could have brought home a live cow (to butcher) and a Petri dish (for us to grow our own cheese in) and I wouldn’t have blinked an eye. But a few days later when I got a gander at what he did bring home? I was stumped.  A case of soup. At this point you’re probably thinking the poor guy. Aw he brought home to his sick wife a pile of chicken soup so she could get better, right? *pulls down my readers as I narrow my eyes at you* guess again. We had plenty of chicken soup. In fact, soup is one of my things. I make it from scratch and freeze it. I don’t need Campbell’s and that’s what I got. Cream of mushroom, by the way. Happens to be Honey’s favorite. So there I am, once I’m feeling better, going into the pantry when I see it. Here’s how it plays out after I spot the hard to miss case of twenty-four cans on the shelf. Did I mention that there are twenty-four cans and Honey is the only one in this household of three to eat the stuff? I do digress. Let me get on with this.
“Hey, hon, what’s with the case of mushroom soup in the pantry?”
“I bought it.”
I close the pantry door and walk into the family. “I gathered that. I really didn’t think you won it a card game or something. So what’s the deal?”
He turns and looks over the back of the couch. Don’t ask me why, but trust me on this, when he pulls this move it’s because he wants to convince me of something otherwise he’d keep watching golf.
“I know this is going to sound stupid but it’s for a catastrophe.”
In my head I’m laughing my ass off. Mushroom soup is going to fix that? Come on. “You’re joking right? Was it on special or something?”
“No, I’m serious. We need canned goods, don’t we? In case there’s an emergency.”
Okay, I was going to bite. This sounded like a doozy. “What kind of emergency?”
“Zombies. Armageddon. End of the world type shit.”
Now I got it. He’d been spending too much time alone while I was sick. Probably watching TV and thus contemplating the frailty of man. But it’s the frailty of man I must mention now because when Mr. Save-me-from-the-end-of-the-world-type-shit did the shopping he forgot one very important thing and I had to point it out to him.
“I see. Well, when the world is coming to an end and you’re in fear of us starving to death, do you really think eating cans of ‘fat free’ soup will be the way to go to stop that from happening?”
That got him off the couch. He shot up, demanding,“Fat free?!”


Yeah, my work there was done. *shakes head* The lesson I learned? I can’t afford to be sick as there’s no telling what he’d buy next time.


 
Riley

A Perfect Holiday Is Available!

A PERFECT HOLIDAY IS AVAILABLE ON AMAZON!

Here are the first reviews:

 

5 out of 5 STARS! The To Be Read List says:

 

I was lucky enough to get my grubby little paws on an early copy of A Perfect Holiday by Riley Murphy. It really was like getting an early Christmas present! I love novellas, and I love Christmas stories, and you all KNOW how much I adore Riley Murphy, if she lived closer, I would totally stalk her. This was a total win/win/win situation for me.
It isn’t a short short story (does that make sense?) The characters are well developed and there REALLY is a storyline involved, it isn’t just an erotica, sexy short. I think sometimes the word novella turns people off a book because they think it is going to be TOO short, this story isn’t like that!
Sidney is Kindergarten teacher, and a people pleaser, the “good girl” next door. Literally. Of course, that is what everyone thinks. Sidney has a few, um, surprises behind closed doors. Riker is the playboy of the apartment complex, and while he has noticed Sidney, she has flown below his radar until they are left alone in the apartment complex during the Christmas holiday and Riker is locked out of his apartment. This leads to their meeting, a calamity of errors that had me laughing out loud.
Riley Murphy has a way of writing that brings both humor and a little bit of angst to the reader. Not enough to bring on the ugly, gut wrenching tears, but enough to pull on the little heartstrings and maybe, I’m saying MAYBE make you tear up a little. Oh, and also, she can write the heck out of some love scenes. Even before they get to the good stuff, the sexual chemistry is sizzling between these two!
This is a must read Christmas story, see how these two make it through a meddling family, a wanna be boyfriend, and the ghosts of exes past! Pick up this book for a hot, short read that will leave you feeling happy and, um, satisfied.
I give it five holiday stars!

 

5 out of 5 STARS from TBA Romance Reviewer:
PERFECT. ABSOLUTELY PERFECT!
Ms. Murphy has done it again. Hot, steamy and delectable. Very well-developed characters with a great storyline and smoking hot sex scenes. I loved Riker. He was patient, sexy and funny! Normally the heroine suffers in a book like this, but Sidney was a pleasure to read. She was smart, soft and endearingly funny. The two of them together were just perfect. This is a keeper! A definite reread! Some really great LOL moments. So good.

 

 

 

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A Perfect Holiday
by Riley Murphy

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Cover Reveal For A Perfect Holiday!!!!

This is Sidney Capp and Riker Mitchell’s story.
Here’s the blurb:
It’s not a matter of what could go wrong when a kindergarten teacher who’s tired of living vicariously through her porn collection is virtually stranded for the weekend with Mr. Sex-on-a-stick. It’s more a question of what could go right.
Sidney Capp is tired of denying her natural desires to be the quintessential good girl her parents expect her to be. So when the holidays arrive, and she’s free of her folks breathing down her neck for the weekend? She’s drunk with power. Probably why when the opportunity to be a little bad presents itself, she doesn’t hesitate, but dives all over him.
Riker Mitchell thinks being forced into some much needed R&R for a few days is going to kill him until he inadvertently discovers his sexy but shy neighbor is secretly into watching porn on the weekends. Apparently, he isn’t the only one with erotic ideas on the brain. Little does he know, the hottie in two B is determined to turn her sizzling dreams into a sensual reality. On a regular day, with a regular girl, he would have been the first to sign up, but with this little innocent?  No matter how tempting it might be, he’s not going to take advantage of her…unless she can persuade him to do the wrong thing. 
And here’s an excerpt:

Knock, Knock.
Sidney sat straight up. She muted the TV and scowled. It was eleven thirty on a Friday night. She wasn’t going to answer the door. The complex was deserted. Hadn’t Martha told her she’d be alone except for maybe one other resident around the place this weekend?
“Ms. Capp? Sidney? This is Riker Mitchell. I just got off the phone with Ms. Malloy and she said you had the set of master keys. I need them. I’m locked out.”
Now Sidney wasn’t one to believe in miracles. But it was the holidays and Riker “dreamy playboy” Mitchell knocking at her door? Right up there with God arriving to shake her hand and the Red Sox’s winning another World Series. Grabbing the remote, she pressed the pause button and listened. This really was too good to be true. Maybe she’d been fantasizing again.
“Ms. Capp?”
And that would be a no, as not one fantasy she ever had of him sounded this sexy. The guy’s voice belonged on late night radio. Late, late, late night when all his female listeners were lying in bed either boosting battery sales or straining ligaments in their fingers. Yep, he had that kind of effect on any woman not currently dead. Fortunately for her? Last time she checked she was breathing. Brushing a hand down her cotton shorts she paused to tug the hem of T-shirt before she fluffed her hair. This might be the opportunity she’d been waiting for. Maybe—one quick check down and she deflated. Forget the lame Star Wars shirt. What did that matter when there was a puddle of dried chocolate sauce with Twizzer shavings embedded in it? Gah, right above her left breast? The good one. Well, not the breast, but the bra cup holding it as she had a bum elastic strap on the right side.
“Hello? I see the light on and I heard noise. I know you’re up.”
Of all the nights…she wanted to punch the wall. Whenever she’d dreamt of this moment—a scenario she’d planned a thousand times in her head where he came to her door— she’d imagined herself in sexy lingerie, evenly tanned with those extra five pesky pounds she normally carried melted off her. Reality weighed heavy and her shoulders started to dip, but then she took a look around and reasoned. The lighting was dim at moment. Maybe she could—nope, there was no getting around the brown blob that looked like she took a direct hit from a multi-colored paintball pellet.
“Ms. Capp?”
Screw it. As a kindergarten teacher she’d had worse things sticking to her chest. A sudden flashback of tiny rabbit turds hanging off her cable-knit sweater one spring came to mind. Yeah, after the petting zoo debacle this was nothing.     
Just be smart. Witty. Original.
“What’s the password?” Okay, what the hell was with that shit? Sure, she was stalling for time as she slipped her arms out of each sleeve hole so she could turn her top around, but seriously. Password?
“You want a…?” He started to ask and then mumbled more quietly, “Password? Malloy didn’t give me one.” Louder he said, “Mrs. Molloy didn’t—”
The moment she swung the door open he stopped talking and she got her first look at him. Yep, it was him all right. Six foot four, dark hair, dark eyes, well-muscled, sun kissed skin, still no wedding ring, rugged, delicious, no lipstick on his collar, scrumptious and hot. Hot. Hot!
When she finally stopped devouring him and looked up, he gave her a bemused smile and let that honey coated voice pour all over her. “Hi, Sidney.”
She wasn’t going to put her hands over her heart, but she felt like it. She wasn’t going to swoon, but she could have. She wasn’t going to make a fool of herself… Please God, don’t let me mess this up. Drawing on all her strength she put as much confidence as she could into a casual grin, which was darn near impossible with the drool getting in the way of her trying to be cool, and said, “Hi. I was kidding about the password.” She stepped back and would have invited him in, but then she caught sight of the TV and nearly swallowed her tongue. Holy hell. Pulling a bouncer-esque move, she blocked his way. Then inwardly groaned as he stumbled back. Think. Fast. “Ah, you said something about keys? For your unit?”
No Nimrod, he’s asking for keys to someone else’s apartment. He’s a polite and considerate thief.
“Yeah, my brother needed my truck and unfortunately, my way to get in went with him.”
She almost asked him to produce his driver’s license so she could learn more about him, but one glance at the frozen vision on the TV stopped her. “Oh, I’ll um, you stay right there. Right there,” she held up her hand and patted air, “and I’ll get the, ah, key for you. Don’t move, okay?”
“Sure, but shouldn’t I come it? Your AC’s escaping.”
“Not to worry.” She felt bad about being rude as she left him to hurry up the hall toward her bedroom, but in this instance it couldn’t be helped. She didn’t dare draw attention to the corner of her living room where her TV was. Thankfully, the flat screen was against the back wall so he’d not only have to come into her place, he’d have to walk around the door to see it. A break for the weak-side. Wait…
Lumpy chocolate splat. Lumpy chocolate spat. Lumpy chocolate splat, sounded off in her head like that kid doing the Red-Rum chant in The Shining.
“Careful,” he said when she pretended to trip and fell against the wall, trying to walk backward in order to hide the mess.
 Real smooth, Sid.
 “Are you all right?”
She nodded, but continued to do the new strut, titled “the smear”, with her back against the drywall so he wouldn’t see the crusted chocolate as she made her way to her bedroom. Why did she drink that syrup right out of the jar tonight? You needed sweet after the bag of salt and vinegar chips you scarfed down, remember?
She groaned. Right.
With her room in sight, she pushed off the wall and practically dove in. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath. You got this. She exhaled slowly and let her lids flutter open until she caught sight of her purse. Normally she loved her big bag, but not tonight. It was the enemy as time was of the essence. She dumped the whole thing upside down on the bed and shook out the contents. Spying the huge pink flamingo key ring she snatched it up and rushed to the entrance.
“I’ll just be a minute,” she called and held up the enameled bird. “You’re three A?”
Why she bothered to ask was a mystery. Riker had to be three A. He rented the penthouse apartment right over her unit. It was the only top-floor condo on this side of the building. So large it spanned the distance over the two units on either side of hers as well.
“Yes.”
When that smoky baritone voice reached her she shivered. The sound did awesome things to her insides. Her pulse raced and she refused to believe it was the sugar. No—she bit her lip as she fought to get his key loose without breaking a nail—it was his presence that had her all fired up. One stealthy glance toward the front door and she wished just maybe he’d stick around longer than a mere few hours. The complex always seemed more alive and exciting when he was in residence.
What was she thinking? He liked leggy blondes with beach ball breasts and perfectly vacant stares. She couldn’t she compete with that. She had regular sized knockers and an M. Ed from Florida State University. Kind of hard to pull off busty or stupid without expensive medical procedures. Did they even do lobotomies anymore?
 
“Do you need some help?” Riker saw her struggling with the keys and made the offer. He was dog-tired and still sweating his ass off even though the cooler air from her place breezed over him. Her AC was nowhere near as cold as he kept his and just thinking about that made him anxious to get upstairs where he knew his was cranking. Her place smelled great though. Orange and cinnamon. Nice—he sniffed—hell, the scent reminded him of Christmas and home. Memories the unseasonably warm weather lately had killed. “Do you want me to see if I can do it?”
“No, I’ve got it. I’ll just be a second.”
He took another deep breath, hoping to recapture that little bit of nostalgia when he spotted her dining room chandelier. It wasn’t so much the hanging light itself, but the things dangling off it. Angels. And not the ethereal kind either. There was a fat one holding a harp, a skinny one wearing glasses and when he saw the mop-headed blonde one in the red and yellow poke-a-dot bikini he found himself smiling. He liked the winged chicks. Shifting, he tilted his head to get a better look at Sidney Capp. The few tenants he’d spoken to around here always referred to her as a “sweetheart”. He thought it was because she taught kindergarten, but maybe not. There was something about her.  He recalled how squirrely she’d been at the door and now watching as she fought with the keys, he decided maybe she was much the same as those ornaments. Quirky. Yeah, and probably an angel too. That sobered him right up.
   Angels were off his list. He’d been there and done that and it hadn’t panned out for anyone. Especially him.  He rolled his shoulders and shifted to turn away when he caught an image out of the corner of his eye. At first glance he’d though it was a graphic picture hanging on the wall, but then when he looked closer he realized it was a mirror. A mirror on the wall that reflected the image from—get the fuck out here—her TV. Miss quiet and keeps to herself kindergarten teacher—the woman he’d just determined to be a quirky angel— watches porn?
He eased the door opened wider and peered between the wall and the frame. Yessiree, she was watching naughty all right. Hardcore shit if the frozen image on the screen was any indication. Damn, that young woman was swallowing some pretty impressive—
“I got it. Oh, and I’ve also included a key to the pool gate. I know how much you like to do your twenty laps in the middle of the night when you can’t…”
Watching porn wasn’t her only form of late night entertainment it would seem. “Can’t?” He took the keys from her and while he waited for her to finish that sentence which wasn’t going to end well for her, he gave her the once over.
She was cute. Really cute with big eyes, pert little nose and nice mouth. Lips that were wide and full which only made him think about the image on her TV.
“Is that my phone?” He almost laughed. The comical way she cocked an ear, twisting back toward the master bedroom, but keeping her eyes on him, was priceless. “Phooey, it is—”
“I don’t hear anything.”
“Oh,” She leaned back farther and almost fell. “Yes, I hear it vibrating in the bedroom.”
He couldn’t contain his grin now. Judging from the porn, she might not be an angel but she was definitely quirky in an adorable way. “Are you sure it’s your phone?”
“Yup, gotta go. Thanks for stopping by.”
Riker stared at the door for a good thirty seconds before he realized she’d slammed it in his face. And there was nothing adorable about that. Intriguing? Sure. Interesting? Moderately. A fucking turn-on? Absolutely. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been shut out by a woman. He shook his head and closed his fist around the keys. Her dismissing him shouldn’t matter, but it did.
He was halfway up the stairs to the third floor when the raw image on her TV came to mind. Did the little kindergarten teacher watch skin flicks for real, or was it a fluke? A bad pause in an erotic romance of some kind?
Tumbling his apartment deadbolt, he decided. He’d seen plenty of R rated movies and nary had a one highlighted that kind of talent. That kind of action was triple X all the way. He wasn’t going to get his hopes up though. She probably had cable and stumbled on that channel by accident.
Once inside, he kicked off his shoes and went directly to the sink to wash his hands. He still had no idea what the hell had been on that rock. Right now he didn’t want to know. With that mess taken care of he grabbed an iced bottle of water out of the fridge and headed to his room. Bed was going to feel good tonight. Tomorrow he’d worry about quirky Sidney with her wide eyes and vibrating phone.
As usual, he peeled off his clothes and tossed each item into the hamper before he slid naked between the sheets. He closed his eyes thinking he hadn’t been wrong. Bed felt especially good tonight. Yeah.
“Oh, God. Harder. Oh baby, you rock my world. Yes. Faster. Ahhhhh…”
His eyes snapped open and he scowled. “Damn, don’t you guys ever take a weekend off?”
He was all for sex, yet their resident randy couple unfailingly kept him up Friday and Saturday nights. Not only was she a screamer, he was talker and they both were into role playing. Pretty cheesy role-playing if you asked him. This was why most nights when they “had at it” he’d head down to the pool. Their sex played out like a bad porno.
And when that came to him he shot straight up. “Son of a bitch. No way.”
This time he really listened while he tried to determine the logistics. Creating a mental floor plan he was shocked. His large penthouse condo ran the length of all three one-bedrooms below and now that he examined the virtual footprint he realized Sidney’s living room was right under his master bedroom.
All these nights. All the blaming and covert glaring at that middle-aged couple in unit two A. Damn.
He fell back in the bed and stared at the ceiling. So, it was adorable, wide-eyed Sidney keeping him up at night. Well, well, well. The little school teacher really did have a naughty side. This changed everything. Intrigued? Check. Interested? Check. Turn-on? Check, check.
She’s an angel…
Right, maybe if she hadn’t mentally stripped him when she first opened that door, he’d have been more convinced about that fact. But she did slam the door in his face so he should just leave it at that. Who was he kidding? That was the very reason he was burning to get to know her better. And what impeccable timing to do so, as they’d have this cozy little complex all to themselves for the weekend. With this unexpected turn, he was beginning to think his forced sabbatical from the jobsite might not be as bad as he’d originally thought.
“Harder. Oh, Doctor, you can examine me anytime. Faster. Oh, yes, the gloves…”
Scratch might not be bad. This was more like fantastic. He’d be sure to thank the guys for making him take a few extra days off for R & R before the holidays. Clearly they were right and he’d been working too hard. How else had he missed the little hottie literally underneath him for the past six months?
Suddenly the muffled talking and moaning stopped and one would have thought he’d be happy about it. At least he could get some shut-eye, but it wasn’t to be. Strangely his semi-hard state went to full-flag alert with the continuing silence because now all his thoughts were on what she was doing down there if she wasn’t watching TV.
He groaned.
He knew what she was doing.
Sleep eluded him. Damn.
(end of excerpt)
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 Riley

What is happy, happy to me?

Taking the day and shopping for a new truck for Honey. Nothing spells no stress, peace and serenity better than that…NOT! Especially when the ride begins with me sliding into the passenger seat of MY car as he says, “I had to dust the dash and the gear shift. Don’t you ever clean it?”
There’s me thinking. Hm. That would be a no because I don’t wear my glasses when I’m driving so I doubt I’d see the fly-specks like you just did. But I don’t say anything out loud as this is going to be a long ride so I wanted the journey to start off nice. I know I’m thoughtful like that. J
But then—I feel like one of those infomercial guys saying but wait there’s more—we’re not even a mile from the house and I’m adjusting the AC because I’m frying my ass off. Literally. After another few minutes I had to complain.
Shifting in my seat I gripe, “What the hell? Is this AC working? I’m boiling to death here.”
Honey doesn’t even look my way when he quips, “Hot flash.”
I think, F U, but I refrain once again and shake my head. “No seriously. It’s like…” I look down and gasp. It would seem Mr. Clean with his ‘dusting’ hit the button with the seat heater. It’s ninety degrees outside people, so I was already sweating and now this? I won’t repeat what I said, but Honey’s response to my tirade was:
“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Relax it was an accident.”
And there I was steaming all over again. Then. THEN. We’re sitting in traffic and all I can smell is diesel fuel. I hate smelling exhaust fumes in the car so that would be why I put my AC on interior circulation. There’s me checking the button and? Mr. Clean struck again. He’d depressed the button. Actually all my settings were screwed up. Honey had only been in my car for less than a minute before I got into it and he’d managed to reset nearly everything. Now that takes talent. And there I was just mulling that over. Looking out the window. Thinking about how I needed to calm myself down when we stop at a red light and I hear him say.
“Oh yeah, babe. I love it when you do that.”
I snap my head around. “What?”
He grins and looks down between us. “You’re rubbing my knob.”
That’s when I notice I was absently stroking the gear shift while I was ‘thinking”. His knob? Funny. There he was doing the male equivalent on heheheh which sounds more like a husky harharhar when I flicked my hair behind a shoulder and look up.
“That would be MY knob and if you’re not more careful with my settings, I’ll be stroking it for the rest of the week without you.”
His grin never wavered, but his eyes went all dark when he whispered, “I thought I was always careful with your settings.”
I’m not gonna lie. He had me, but I didn’t want him to know it. “Not always.”
“Really?”
I shrug. Not sure about what I’m half ass admitting to at this point.
The light turns green and he starts driving again. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”
I have absolutely no idea why as I don’t really know what we’re talking about. But never one to jump ship I say, “You’re driving my car.”
He does that one forearm over the steering wheel while he leans back in that guy comfortable in the driver’s seat fashion. “Yes and you just threatened to drive my car for the rest of the week so you can forget about it.”
*Blink, blink* I’m an automobile? I had to ask, “Did you just refer to me as an automobile?”
One corner of his mouth tipped up in a grin, but he never took his eyes off the road when he said, “Not just any automobile. You’re my classy, one of a kind ride with sexy curves and lines that can handle being driven hard and fast or slow and easy. A beautiful classic that I’ve spent years customizing so I don’t like anyone touching it but me.”
The frigging guy! I didn’t know what to say. I was almost speechless, but then I studied his ever widening grin and it occurred to me this was exactly what he wanted me to be. Nevah!
It was hard not to laugh when I breezed through these words, “Great. Then you know how I feel. Keep your grimy paws off my baby’s settings.”
The look he gave me? Priceless with a capital P! But then when he went one better and tried to explain how his whole car thing was analogy? I nearly cried laughing so all-in-all the trip wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. I mean it could have been worse. He could have compared me to a jalopy or something.
Riley
Hey you wanna see another portion of my cover for A Perfect Holiday? Scroll down.

 

 

 

It’s almost time…

Here’s a portion of the cover for my next release. This one is a sexy, I mean SEXY holiday contemporary romance starring Sidney Capp and Riker Mitchell. She’s a good girl – straight A’s in high school and graduated top of her class in college. Riker? Not so much. He works with his hands. A lot. Sidney LOVES that about him. Especially when his work-roughened hands are all over her. Heheheh.
This will be released soon! Can’t wait! They are so cute together. Here’s a little snippet. To set this up, after Riker got locked out of his complex the night before and had to bother Sidney for the master keys at a late hour (she’s babysitting the place for the weekend), he searches for her the next day intent on making up for his intruding on her. But what does he find?


“Sidney, what are you doing?”
She jerked to attention so hard she nearly got whiplash. “Hey! You scared the bejesus out of me.”
He didn’t apologize. Nor did he speak. He just stared right at her and boy, was he tall. She gazed directly into his glittering eyes. Right. No wilting off the machine to melt at his feet. He expected an answer. Now, what could she say? She couldn’t very well say “I was riding the spin cycle while fantasizing about you,” could she?
Best to keep it simple. Direct and to the point. “Laundry.”
His lopsided grin made her stomach do flip-flops that turned to full rolling somersaults when he drawled, “I can see that darlin’. I only ask because you’re looking a little flushed.”
“It’s the, um,” she hiked a thumb to her right, “dryer heat. Gets me all the time.”
That to-die-for grin slid up into a devilish smile. “I bet it does. How long are you going to be?”
 

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Here are some first reviews:

 

“A welcome and fresh spin on a vampire love story. Deeply erotic and vastly emotional Ms. Murphy’s Love Of A Lifetime takes the reader on the read of a lifetime. Her best book yet!”   N. C. Reviewer

“This was so much more than I expected. Smart. Funny. Sexy. Erotic. Gut wrenching. Light. Dark and surprising. I fell in love with these characters. I laughed, cried and sweated through each and every scene. I didn’t want the story to end. One of her best works so far.” Reader review Amazon, B. Cody

The To Be Read List, Angela, reviewer
I was really shocked at the level of detail and intensity of this story.
(about guessing what’s going to happen next) I was NEVER right. Not ONCE. What. The. HECK?? I can always tell what is going to happen. Score one (Ok, about six) for Riley Murphy.
…You can’t help but cheer this couple on.
I give it five stars, because for days after finishing it, I am still thinking about the characters, and thinking of emailing the author and asking more questions. The only thing stopping me is the thought that I might face some type of restraining order or other legal action.
What readers are saying on Facebook:
This is a modern day Beauty and Beast with some True Blood thrown in! Exciting read, Riley!
I was surprised that this was contemporary. Don’t know why, but let me just say, this book grabbed a hold of me and wouldn’t let go. Congrats!
Reader Emails
(These are sometimes my favorites as most of the people who email me aren’t on social media, but they still take the time to email. I love that!)
Nancy wrote, “Jack and Finley were real to me. I fell madly in love with them. You got me. I cried and when (redacted due to the nature of that spoiler) I had a lump in my throat. This was so good.”
Deb wrote, “Wow. Thank you Riley. I’m dying to read the next after reading that (bonus first) chapter (of the second book) at the end. I’ve never read a story where the heroine is (information redacted due to the nature of the spoiler) this sounds very unique. Can’t wait to read it! Keep them coming!!!”
Jacie said, “Well done. I was skeptical about this being paranormal but I’m so glad I took the chance. Hurry up and write.”  
Here’s the link to the goodreads giveaway for a chance to win an autographed print copy of this one. Please note, if you’re not on goodreads and want a chance to win just email me at: Write2RileyMurphy@gmail.com and I’ll put your name on the list.
Riley

 
 

THIS IS WHAT HONEY DOES TO DISTRACT ME WHEN A RELEASE DAY APPROACHES

First I have to tell you that I bought this little guy and stuffed a bag of M & M’s in his arms for Honey right after the surgery. My bad though. I balanced the little raptor on the pillow right in front of Honey’s nose. So when the poor guy woke up (that would be Honey not Ralph a.k.a the raptor) He blinked, squinted and then jerked back with a swear. The nurse’s in the recovery room gave me the sink-eye, but WTH? I thought he was cute (that would be Ralph not Honey because Honey was a bear) Anyway, it wasn’t until just recently I got a taste of what I put Honey through. You see during release week I’m not the easiest person to live with. I try, but the stress and worry and problems? it gets the best of me and Honey knows it. So he usually does things. Sneaky things that make me laugh and this time I guess he figured he’d kill two birds with one stone…or one raptor with a few sneaky tricks. >:)
Meet Ralph

This is what I found when I got out of bed one morning. My only thought? Interesting…Then?
This is what I find two days later when I go to put Honey’s clean clothes away. I gotta say, I laughed. I did, but I didn’t tell him that.

Then two days later I’m not even out of bed and this is what I rollover to find on my nightstand…

 

I still don’t say anything, but you gotta know what I’m thinking. Next discovery is probably going to be the reenactment of Puzo’s horse head scene. Next day? Nothing. And the next nothing again. (Honey’s pretty good at this) But then the next day after that? This is what is staring me in the face when I open my eyes.
Ralph!

And you know? It occurred to me. Ralph is kind of freaking looking at first glance. I can only imagine what he looked like when Honey was all messed up on morphine and anesthesia. Hm. Like I said, my bad. But hey, did you guys notice the M & M’s were missing?

 

Riley

 

 

Love Of A Lifetime is live on Amazon and B&N!!!!!

Jack Midland is here…

 

Or you can (click here) to visit Barnes and Noble
Here are some links to book videos, excerpt and first chapter.

 

Now if you want to hear Jack speak you can click here I did my best with a sample, but I should have a better one done shortly.

 

Riley