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Throwback Thursday Tune Request Time-Angie Malone

When Angie asked for some funk I couldn`t think of any band funkier than Earth, Wind & Fire. Drag out your platform shoes and bell bottoms and get down with your bad self!

If anyone else has a request feel free to toss it out. You'll get your name in the header and a great tune to boogie-oogie-oogie to.

Jane Leopold Quinn`s The Real Deal

Please welcome the talented Jane Leopold to our little nook under the stairs of the interweb! She`s here to fill us in on her book, The Real Deal. Jane has also given us a sexy R-rated excerpt to enjoy. If you are offended by mature material this may be a good time to mosey off to find another blog.



Okay, let`s get to the good stuff!





Media KitThe Real DealThe Second Birchwood Falls Book(the first:  Lost and Found)by Jane Leopold QuinnEllora's Cavehttp://amzn.com/B00RVY0AGWhttp://www.ellorascave.com/the-real-deal.html
Blurb
When her fiancé is busted at a gentlemen's club, attorney Norah Ballard calls off the wedding. Shocked and humiliated, she grabs her suitcase and takes the first train out of town.
Easygoing teacher Michael Banning spots the new woman in town and recognizes her from college. She's even more gorgeous and sophisticated now. He's no longer the nerd he was back then, and now that she's on his turf, he's going to touch and taste every sleek, beautiful inch of her. Whatever her reason is for being in his town, he'll fulfill all her desires so she never wants to leave. Norah won't let another man—no matter how sweet, smart and sexy—get close enough to hurt her again. Mike's passionate pursuit of her, the way he seems to know just how to arouse her, turns her into the wanton woman she hadn't known she was. 
He's accused in a local scandal, something he wasn't involved in. Birchwood Falls is in danger of flooding. He has a hell of a lot on his plate. When Mike’s in trouble, Norah's going to be there to help him. And when Birchwood Falls is in trouble, she's going to help the town she's fallen in love with too.
Excerpt - R-rated
Sliding her arms around his waist, she massaged his back. Damn, he was so nicely muscled. All over. And the erection behind the zipper placket of his jeans pressed determinedly against her belly. Searing desire flushed her skin, her breasts felt swollen and her nipples contracted painfully. She kept her cheek against his chest, not knowing what the hell else she should do.This was all beyond her experience with Garrett. Sex with him had been routine even in the beginning. Mike made her want things she’d never felt before. He scared her. Beneath her ear, she heard his heart race and knew hers was beating just as hard. Was she feeling all this because she hadn’t had sex in a while? She hadn’t realized how long it had been because of the wedding preparations.“Norah?”She let him lift her chin with his finger until she was gazing into his brilliant blue eyes. Their contrast with the black-as-midnight hair was so sexy. The first time she’d seen him in the bar, his smile had been all happy with the world. He wasn’t smiling now. His lips parted and his wounded, sad eyes focused on her mouth. He was going to kiss her and it actually felt like the exact right thing to do at this moment.There was no tender lead-up. She groaned at the hungry explosion of need and want. On both their parts. She tightened her grip on his back and felt his big palms cover her bottom. Their bodies collided—from their knees, their thighs, hips and chests. They kissed, if that’s what you could call the intoxicating, crazed way he devoured her mouth. Nothing lay between them but heat and clothing. His tongue thrust deeply into every corner of her mouth. She bit, scraping her teeth along its living slippery length. His hand captured her head to secure his hold.She wrapped her arms around his neck and gripped the thick muscles on his shoulders. Gasping, she dug her nails into him as she strained upward wanting to crawl inside him.He lifted his head and attacked her mouth from another angle with frenzied kisses, hungry and noisy. She’d never felt this kind of desire before. And she should have with Garr— Damn. Just the thought of him sapped her passion. She started shaking, couldn’t control her knees as they threatened to give out.Wrestling her hands between them, she put pressure on his chest. They had to stop and, oh boy, she didn’t want to but this was going in a direction she didn’t think she could handle. Or control. Turning her head to the side, she felt his lips drag a trail of wet kisses across her cheek to her ear.“No, Norah. Don’t turn away. God, you taste so good.”“I’m sorry,” she cried. “We have to stop.”
The Real Deal is available here:  http://amzn.com/B00RVY0AGWhttp://www.ellorascave.com/the-real-deal.html
My BooksEllora's CaveLost and FoundThe Real DealIndieValentine's DayHis Hers & HisThe KeeperSoldier, Come HomeWinning ViolettaA Promise at DawnJake and IvyWooing the LibrarianHome to StayThe Long Road to You (coming soon)SirenUndercover LoverMercenary DesiresI'll Be Your Last
Jane Leopold Quinn My Romance:  Love With a Scorching Sensuality http://janeleopoldquinn.BlogSpot.com   +  https://twitter.com/jelquinnauthor Amazon Author Page

Tuesday Tales - Ruthless

Welcome back to Tuesday Tales!


It's time for more romance. Today we have the rest of issue six of my multicultural romance serial Wind in White Birch. Our word prompt this week is 'Ruthless.' Please check out the other wonderful writers after you`re done reading by clicking on the Tuesday Tales link at the bottom. Thanks for stopping in!
Wind in White Birch


I shivered when a gust of ruthless Arctic air whipped into the hall. Streamers and balloons tried to rip free from their scotch tape moorings. A sickening ripple turned the heavy dinner in my belly over when Rhick and his new wife, the Swedish model, hurried into the party. I cursed silently. It had slipped my mind that my ex and my cousin were close. He had probably stopped in on his way to the airport to be courteous. Rhick was actually good friends with most of the males in my family. I think they secretly envied him being a photographer who travelled all over the world, snapping pictures of hot models for a living. The women in my family were a different story. They did not envy the man who left me and his son for a twenty-two year old Scandinavian underwear model. No they did not. Even as Rhick and his new bride smiled and removed their coats, the hateful glares from the Clairton Corp were erupting. Those abhorrent stares could rival Clark Kent`s heat vision. Rhett made a beeline to his father who swept the lad up and made a great show of affection. So intent was I on the sight I startled sharply when Jonah placed a hand to my back. “I take it that`s the ex?” he whispered, his chest comforting against my stiff back. I nodded. Rhick ran a fast eye over the festivities until he found me. Some sort of weird emotion rode across his face, tinting his blue eyes a darker shade of cobalt. He strode over, his son in his arms and his wife at his side, stopping to chat with old acquaintances. By the time Rhick had arrived so had the old women posse. They moved around the food table like rheumatic sharks, just waiting for the first drop of blood to hit the salty water. Rhick ran an assessing eye over the tall man at my side. I knew from the cockeyed smile that overtook his handsome face something asinine was about to be said.“Well, I guess it`s too late to circle the wagons to protect the white women,” my ex joked, his eyes darting to the people milling about the food tables for back-up chuckles. No one found the crude comment the least bit humorous, least of all the Seneca man beside me. Jonah didn`t so much stiffen as he did vibrate with indignation. I could feel the battle he was waging not to leap on the idiot smirking at him. I turned to the side and placed a hand to Jonah`s wide chest. His eyes flickered down to me. “If you`re going to hit him, at least take him outside so no blood gets on the nut rolls.”“What? I was kidding,” Rhick was now saying behind me. His wife giggled uncomfortably. Even the Swede who barely spoke English had enough sense to feel the unease now clouding the hall. Jonah found something in my eyes. I saw the anger slip slightly. I did not hold him back when he gently stepped around me and went nose to nose with my ex-husband. Rhick deserved to have his clock cleaned for that slur. “You`re real lucky you`re holding a kid,” Jonah snarled, his hands tight fists at his sides. Rhick opened his mouth to reply. Jonah stalked past him and exited the building.“Why must you be such a consummate asshole?” I barked, threw a glare at the six foot tall blonde with jugs that would keep a submarine afloat, and then stalked from the church. I found Jonah outside, pacing back and forth, his long legs propelling him from one side of the filled parking lot to the other. Small tufts of steam exploded out of him as he flexed his fingers repeatedly. “I am so sorry,” I called, hugging myself as the bitter cold crept through my thin dress. Dark angry eyes flew to me. He stopped beating the blacktop. “You have nothing to apologize for.”“I married the jackass. I think that deserves some sort of admission of stupidity.”“Nah, he probably didn`t show you what a dick he was until after you were his wife,” Jonah said, his words blowing away on a gust right off a freaking iceberg by the feels. My skin puckered up and the hair in my nose froze. “Oh, I probably had an inkling of his dick-worthy status before the vows were exchanged,” I confessed. Jonah shook his head then opened his arms. I scurried into them gratefully. His chin came down to rest atop my head. “That was awful, even for him. I`m really-”“Don`t say it,” he cut into the confession sharply. “How about we get your stuff and your kid and head north? I`ve had enough party banter with your ex to last me for the night.”I had to agree. “Give me a few minutes,” I murmured into his chest, “I`m kind of enjoying being here at the moment.” A gruff sort of angry grunt rumbled through Jonah`s chest. The four hour drive to Andy`s promised to be interesting.


Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
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In Celebration Of A Man And His Dream . . .

"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."



Martin Luther King, Jr. 

Welcome LM LeFerrur

I'm always tickled to have authors stopping by to share some info about their books! Today we have the lovely LM LeFerrur, a fellow Secret Cravings Publishing writer, who is going to fill us in on her sexy new release, Wet Heat.



Wet Heat: The Aphrodite Chronicles Story OneErotic Paranormal Short StoryWord Count - 9,538Secret Cravings Publishing

Blurb:Attorney Naida Bouche has a secret… of paranormal proportions!The secret tore her, and fellow attorney, Coop’s, marriage apart. She let her guard down and allowed herself to love. But that love—and the passion that followed—could have been the death of them…well, him.A chance encounter in judge’s chambers catapult Coop Martin’s and his ex-wife’s libidos into overdrive. Add being stuck in an elevator to the mix and desires explode. Coop wants his wife back but she’s thrown up a roadblock that he’s determined to break through.Can their undeniable chemistry be enough for Naida to reveal who—and what—she is? And could Coop still love her should the truth be revealed?
Excerpt 1The last vestiges of summerSecond Chance, Pennsylvania
Water cascaded off her nude body. Small rivulets ran over her breasts and down her slightly rounded stomach, disappearing into the surface of the lake.She was one with the water.She could, literally, become one with it.Moonlight reflected off the mirror-smooth surface, adding a soft glow to the night. Crickets serenaded her with their chirping song. A wolf howled in the distance. Nature cocooned her.She grinned and dove under. Liquid embraced her, still heated from the sun’s rays of earlier in the day. Her body became insubstantial, fragmenting into molecules of H2O. Disorientation left her bewildered, but the feeling came and went. Weightless warmth enveloped her, and the ebb and flow of the tide lulled her into blissful relaxation.The moon slid across the sky. Hours had passed. Her body became corporeal with a single thought. After regaining her human form, she cut through the water with powerful strokes and rose to the surface in a rush of bubbles.The night air chilled her damp skin, raising goose pimples along her flesh. She pushed the long fall of golden blonde tresses from her face and glanced into the deep, lush woods that ringed the lake. Soon the leaves would change to shades of gold, orange, red, and brown. In would come the autumnal chill. Her time in the waters would decrease, and then winter would set in and freeze her out.When that happened, she’d resort to the swimming pool located on the basement level of her large log home. Even with the greenery she had sprinkled about, it never fully replaced the exhilaration of the lake, the feel of fresh air against her skin, and the scent of the wilderness.She repeated the cycle, year after year. The monotony had long since worn short on her nerves.At one time, she’d had someone to break the mundane tones of her life.But she had ruined that.He hadn’t understood the need, the drive, to be one with the water.She had allowed it to build a wall between them.But how could he have understood? Hell, she’d have trouble believing the truth, if it wasn’t her life.The root of their problems had been otherworldly, as her father was human and her mother was a water nymph.The nymph side of her heritage presented two problems. First, she needed daily contact with a body of water. Like her pool in the basement. Second, she also needed a daily dose of sex. Preferably more than once a day. After all, the term “nymphomaniac” had been born of a nymph’s sex drive.No, he had never known the truth of her desires.She had pushed him away, afraid of exposing her real self.And that fear, that uncertainty, had left her alone…and needy.
Excerpt 2
Coop thanked Smythe as he spun toward the bank of elevators. He pressed the “up” button and waited for the car to descend. The stainless steel doors opened with a bing. Stepping through the threshold, he hit the button for the third floor. He checked his reflection in the mirrored panels gracing the walls. The ride seemed to take longer than normal, which annoyed the hell out of him. His foot tapped impatiently on the carpeted floor.The doors opened again, and Coop darted from the car to the judge’s chambers. His long, ground-eating strides took him to his destination in under a minute.Coop didn’t bother to knock. He simply swung the door open and strode into the room. Sitting behind a large, ornately carved desk was Judge Hawker. Her gray hair haloed her head in a tidy mass of curls. Lines deeply etched her haggard face, affirming she was a kick-ass bitch.She tapped her pen on her ink blotter. “So nice of you to join us, Mr. Martin.” Her voice cracked like an old Victrola record player.Coop’s gaze fell upon the female occupant sitting in one of two black leather armchairs. Long, golden-blonde hair cascaded over the back, beckoning for him to run his fingers through the silken stands.Anger, both at his reaction to seeing her and the fact she was there in the first place, rose up like a leviathan from the deep. The muscles in his jaw tightened, and his lips formed a thin line.He walked in front of the woman. “Naida,” he greeted, through clenched teeth.Coop stared at her beautiful face. Naida’s kissable, full lips formed a soft, forced smile that her large, doe-shaped brown eyes didn’t reflect. A form-fitting, cream-colored sweater hugged her breasts and torso, doing little to hide her lithe figure. Her hands rested in her lap. Long, jean-clad legs crossed at the ankle. The brown of her high-end leather satchel matched her well-worn hiking boots.“Cooper,” she replied.He inhaled sharply through his nose, never breaking eye contact with her, and enunciated each of the words that followed very clearly, “Do. Not. Call. Me. Cooper.”
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Naida hadn’t meant to say it so sarcastically. It had just slipped out. A defense mechanism. A way to cover the instantaneous hurt that had rocketed like a missile to her heart.The other option had been picking her jaw off the ground. She hadn’t expected Coop to walk through the door.His stiff-shouldered stance emanated anger. And rightfully so.He had been wronged.By Naida herself.She ripped her gaze away from Coop and turned toward the bitch who had set her—no, us—up.Judge Hawker grinned, exposing age-worn teeth. The pack of cigarettes she smoked a day did little to detract from the look. “Do you have something to say, Miss Bouche?” Her voice grated Naida’s nerves and reminded her of gravel scraping over an asphalt road. The hag had the nerve to broaden her smile.Naida rose from the armchair with fists clenched at her sides, nails biting into the flesh of her palms. “Why is he here?”“Why are you here?” he retorted, his steel-gray eyes darting from one female to the other and shooting daggers at same time. He shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it onto the empty armchair.One of those daggers pierced Naida’s heart, which thudded hard against her breastbone. How she hated Coop looking at her with such disdain. But she had brought it on herself.Three years ago, she had filed for divorce from Coop with no explanation why. Just up and went to an attorney. Had he done anything wrong? No. Had he begged and pleaded for an explanation? Yes.She had merely shrugged her shoulders and walked away.That action had taken her away from the one man, the one human, she’d ever loved.
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Author Bio:
I'm a writer of sexy romances with a kick of heat! Though my contracted stories are paranormals, I haven't discounted writing a contemporary or two.

I live in Pennsylvania just a hair shy of the Maryland border. I live with a family I adore which includes two furry feline children and a furry canine daughter.

In my spare time, I'm more than likely watching television. I watch Bones, Blue Bloods, NCIS:New Orleans, or some sort of car show like Wheeler Dealers.

I'm a huge sports fan, football in particular. During the fall/winter, I'm watching Notre Dame or Penn State on Saturdays and the Saints or Colts on Sunday.

I've been known to have my nose buried in a book. Nora Roberts/JD Robb and Clive Cussler are favorites of mine. I know, I know...Clive Cussler isn't a romance author. The man can weave a tale of adventure like no other!
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Couch Battles

I am beginning to think that Sheldon Cooper is channeling his sofa fixation into my pets. I'm quite serious. Tinker and Lucius are waging war over the right-hand end of the couch. It`s an ongoing scrimmage but we'll start in the evening, since that's when things really heat up.
Lucius likes to spend a few hours outside, doing highly secretive ninja-type mancat things. When he comes in to grab a nap he insists on having a tent made. Oh yes, and it must be draped over the couch in a certain manner or he cannot use it. My family has spoiled the cat terribly. Yes, it was my family that spoiled him not me. *whistles innocently*


Once all is perfect, Master Lucius enters his tent, curls up, and snoozes for twenty or so hours unless a certain canine comes along. Tinker also has a fixation about that end of the couch and that certain blanket. The dog gets highly disgruntled if he jumps onto the sofa and finds the tent erected. Tinker will lie down beside the blanket tent, glower at all who passes by, and then, when Lucius emerges for a drink Tinker will leap on the tent and dig it into a nest. By the time Lucius returns he not only finds his tent destroyed, but there is a dog lying on his tent stinking up the right-hand end of the sofa.


So it goes day in and day out. Human makes tent to placate cat, dog tears tent down and sleeps on it to spite cat. We have tried making the tent on the left-side end, but that is a no go. We have also offered Tinker different blankets to curl up on across from Lucius and his tent. Nope. It`s either that end of the couch or nothing! I don`t think a human backside has been seated on that end of the sofa since we got it.
Hmm, maybe one of them has placed eternal dibs on that spot. I'll have to ask. 

Cheyenne Meadows Entangled Interaction

How exciting it is to be part of the Secret Cravings Blog Tour! Today we're featuring Entangled Interaction, the newest book from Cheyenne Meadows.





Entangled Interaction





Blurb:
Shy's stalled relationship with Meat, her alpha liger shape-shifter boyfriend, seems defunct, her teleportation abilities appear more miss than hit, and her twin boys are clamoring for a father. If her life wasn't complicated enough, her boss throws in his bid as a potential date, she's kidnapped by a snow monster while visiting the clothing-optional Yeti resort, and finds herself leading a rescue mission to save her former boyfriend's sister from an overly determined wolf shape-shifter. To top matters off, a shaman drops a bombshell on her world by informing her of a new magical talent she didn't realize she had. She grapples with the life-altering decision until disaster strikes. Will love win out over the vast species differences between Shy and Meat? Can she make the right decision and save not only their relationship, but his life as well?***Author strongly suggests reading Human Interaction and Species Interaction before reading this book***

Buy links:
Amazon:http://www.amazon.com/Entangled-Interaction-Human-Book-ebook/dp/B00RDAQ6OY/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1419982756&sr=1-1
SCP:  http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=1008&zenid=8b4ariec39buhsmfft3ton63f0
Barnes and Noble:  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/entangled-interaction-cheyenne-meadows/1116970604?ean=2940046477191
Author contact info and bio: 
Growing up in the Midwest, I began reading romance novels in high school, immediately falling in love with the genre, to the point where I decided to write professionally for a career. However, that dream splattered against a brick wall and resulting quick death in my first writing class in college when my professor told me bluntly that I wasn’t any good at it. I shifted gears quickly, and left my writing dreams behind, eventually settling on being a nurse.  A few years back, I stumbled across a fan-fiction writing site on a favorite author’s webpage. I began to read stories others wrote, not only making some wonderful close friends from the experience, but also, really learning to write for the very first time. Here I was able to share short stories, practice my writing skills, and truly develop into a writer. More than that, the experience allowed me to revitalize my dream, as I rediscovered joy in writing.  When I’m not working or writing, I enjoy working in the garden, canning, and seeing my backyard as a living canvas for my whimsical landscaping, and, of course, reading romance novels.
Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/cheyenne.meadows.10Bloghttp://cheyennemeadows.blogspot.com/EmailCheyenne1.meadows@yahoo.com
Excerpt: The male body jingled a memory. Tall, muscular, toned, butt you could happily squeeze ‘til the cows came home.He lifted the helmet off, releasing the long waves of near ebony. Dark blue eyes sparkled in the dim light. “Hey.” Black leather pants molded to those legs and bottom, while a white button-down shirt flittered in the breeze. From the looks of his attire, he either was on his way to or from work. I strolled closer, readjusting my purse on my shoulder. “Now, this is a surprise.” He shrugged before his attention focused on the chattering people leaving the same door I recently vacated. “After work meeting?” “Something like that.” His eyes focused on my face for a long moment before a devilish smile slowly formed. “Speed dating, baby?” My jaw dropped open before I clammed back up. Someone must have blabbed to him about my plans for the evening. Since I only told Jessica, she had to spill the beans to someone else who took it upon themselves to mention this little tidbit of my life to Meat. When I found out whom, they would be indefinitely cut off from any more cookies. Infuriating hyena didn’t need to know everything. “Who, me?” I followed with my best innocent blink. He actually laughed. “Find anyone interesting? Got any dates lined up?” I worried my lip for a second. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” I squared my shoulders and lifted my chin. No sense in letting him see how badly I bombed at speed dating. His ego matched that of an entire professional sports team. He lifted a leg, sliding off the cycle in a motion of grace. Eyes never leaving my face, he ambled toward me, stopping only to reach out with a large hand and cradle my cheek. “I’m more man than any of those others.” Oh, yeah. Arrogance in spades. “None of them want you nearly as much as I do.”

Throwback Thursday Tune

Another favorite of mine, and I suspect a few of you as well. I hope you enjoy this weeks tune and if you have a request, please feel free to leave it in the comments section. If your request is chosen your name will be in header the week the song is featured. Stardom awaits!! (not really)

Bound, Boarded and Bagged Release Day!

Comics, conventions, M/M romance, spandex, and a touch of Dom/Sub sound good to you? If so then you'll want to grab a copy of my new release Bound, Boarded and Bagged which is already an ARe bestsetller! Here`s a blurb and an excerpt. Excelsior! 


Ellora`s Cave--http://www.ellorascave.com/bound-boarded-and-bagged.html
Amazon--http://tinyurl.com/p9by4mu

All Romance eBooks--https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-boundboardedandbag…

B&N--http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bound-boarded-a…/1120517144…
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Blurb:

Darren Caldwell thought he was in for another routine day at work sorting the new shipments of comics, dealing with customers, closing shop and then heading home alone with only a copy of The Blue Barracuda to entertain him. Never in his wildest fantasies—and a man who owns a comic shop has some good spandex-filled fantasies—did Darren expect to see a man like Connor Smith enter his shop.Before Darren can duck the POW! of love, he finds himself inviting Connor along to a weekend comic convention. One smoking-hot road trip later and Darren is tumbling head over heels for, and into bed with, the one man who brings out a submissive side Darren never knew existed. Lucky for Darren, he’s got a long weekend, a hot, comic-book collecting Dom and the adventurous spirit to figure out if his new kinky tendencies are the stuff of heroes or villains.
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Cookie was the one who pointed him out to me first.
“Darren! You have got to check this man out!”
I sighed, then returned to the daunting task of trying to sort out the Wednesday morning shipments. You might think running your own comic book shop is a dream job. Just sit around all day, reading comics, sipping on highly sugared soft drinks, discussing who would win if The Crimson Nuthatch went up against Plum Raider. I wish.
“Darren, come on! He’s going to be out of range soon.”
I glanced up from the work at hand—fifteen boxes filled with comics that needed to be sorted, boarded and bagged before we opened the doors at ten.
“Cookie, really?” I asked, holding out ten issues of Piranha Girl. My manager/assistant/employee kept her upturned nose to the window. I had a moment where I thought about going over, grabbing the two long, red ponytails atop her head, then pulling her back to the mess that the UPS man had left. I could probably handle her. Okay, maybe not. She might only be five feet tall but Cookie Price was tough. And smart. And knew more about comics than any dude that had applied when I opened my shop, Your Weekly Pull, five years ago. Thank you Grandpa Caldwell for the stipend. It was just enough to get me the hell out of those economics courses at community college and into the profession I had dreamed of since I had read my first comic at the age of five. “Can we leer at passersby after we have at least one box emptied?”
“Come on, stop being so you.”
“You want I should be someone else?” She threw a glower over her thin shoulder. I tossed Piranha Girl aside. What the hell? We only had eight hundred comics to sort through in an hour. Why not fritter away another ten minutes gawking at some guy on the sidewalk?
“I want you to be someone who isn’t still hanging out in Mourning Town about that disastrous romance with Ronald.” She shuddered dramatically as she said “Ronald”. She was so wrong. I was not living in Mourning Town. I had moved out of Mourning Town and now lived in Loathingville, where all the citizens, me, spent hours hating a douche-radish named Ronald Aster, my ex. The cheating ass goblin, jerkwad, pickle-dicked…Was that a tiny spark of bitterness in my voice?
“Is his ass as fine as two scoops of chocolate ice cream?
“It really is.” She put her hands on either side of my head then cranked my line of sight to the left. I had to rest my forehead on the window so I could see around the poster of Captain Independence taped to the glass. “He’s that tall, handsome man with skin the same color as Arabica beans.”
Squinting into the morning sun I finally located the delicious coffee-skinned man standing at the corner.
“Damn,” I said on an exhalation. He was fine. More than fine. He was stunning. His profile revealed a striking nose, plump lips and an intelligent brow. When he glanced back up the sidewalk I saw that his cheekbones were cut into his face as if by a laser. “Damn,” I said again just because it needed to be said. He wore his black hair cut close to his skull. He had a thick neck, broad shoulders, lean waist, long legs and an ass cradled in soft, blue denim that made me cross-eyed. I would say his skin-tone was more like a dark chocolate Ghirardelli square. Was he filled with raspberry goodness? My mouth filled with saliva. He wore a familiar looking short-sleeved teal shirt. I tried to turn my head. Cookie still had me locked into place. She snorted in amusement then slowly turned my head for me. Her pug nose and my rather pointed one were an inch apart. “Does he work at the pool place?”
She nodded, her long ponytails bouncing to and fro as a devious smile lifted up the corners of her lips.
“He’s been walking by every morning at exactly ten of nine for the past two weeks. I thought you might like to check him out. Isn’t he much hotter than Ronald?”
She forced my head to go up and down. I swatted at her until she let go. I did glue my brow back to the warming window though, just to make sure I had seen what I had seen. Oh yes. I had. Tall, dark, and handsome was jogging across the intersection then, sadly, he disappeared from sight. I leaned back, then folded my arms over my chest.
“Why are you pointing him out to me?”
“Because you’re despondent.”
“Pfft,” I said. My retaliatory verbal skills were really the stuff of legends. “Secondly, I am far from despondent. I just went out on a date last week, if you’ll recall.”
“Bingo with your mother doesn’t count,” she said, affecting the same pose I had.
“I’m trying to be more selective.” I cocked an eyebrow.
“Darren, you’re not being selective, you’re being comatose.”
“I do not have time for this,” I said, then stalked around her. I began ripping at the clear plastic tape on the morning delivery.
“Hey, I know how bad it hurts. I mean, it took me like a year to get over Brad. It’s only been six months since you were dumped. I think you’re doing real good!” She patted my back. Sadly, her attempts at succor did little to give me comfort. There was really no good reason to even look at a man like Studly Teal-Shirt. That sort of male was so far above my sort of lover it wasn’t even funny Like that stunning homage to African perfection would give a guy with dull brown hair, lackluster blue eyes and little to no rump a second look. I weighed one forty soaking wet. I spent no time in the gym. I did lift comics to my nose though, and every Monday night I walked from my place to my buddy’s apartment three blocks over to play Caverns & Creatures. Fear me. No wonder Ronald had gone off with that Cuban wrestler.

Beverly Ovalle`s Triple D Dude Ranch

Please welcome Beverly Ovalle back to our tiny nook of the interweb! A fellow SCP author, Bev is here today to share some info about her erotic cowboy novel, Triple D Dude Ranch. 




There is an adult excerpt to follow. For those of you with delicate sensibilities, now is the time to leave. Neither Beverly or I will be offended if you do. Now, onto the good stuff!



Triple D Dude RanchBy Beverly OvallePublished by Secret Cravings PublishingOctober 4, 2014
Blurb:
Blaire is a freelance photographer on assignment. She is heading home to Texas, armed with her camera to do a photo feature for the Tribune. Taking photos of the dude ranch, she gets an eyeful of an uninhibited cowboy through her lens. The summer heat of Texas has nothing on the heat he generates in her. Dan was expecting a photographer but not the sexy urban cowgirl that arrived. He knew it was hot out, he just hadn’t expected the hot and sexy woman to make him burn the minute he caught sight of her. One look and he had to quench this fire inside.One touch between Dan and Blaire sparks a wildfire that burns hotter than the Texas summer and is just as hard to put out.Tag line:One look ignites a smolder between Dan and Blaire, one touch sparks a wildfire that burns out of control, hotter than the Texas sun.Blurb:She was in a white bandana halter from what he could see. Tied at her nape and waist, he could see her smooth toned back. Her hair was tied up in a pink bandana and Dan wondered how long it was. Her short denim cut off skirt gave just a peek at toned, heart shaped butt cheeks. His gaze traveled lower and he had to stifle a laugh. She had on four-inch spiked cowboy boots. Pink, no less.Dan’s breath caught as she cursed and leaned over to pick something up off the ground. He had to wonder if she knew he was there. She took a deep breath and leaned over from her waist. He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. Raising his binoculars he confirmed what he thought. No panties; not even the teasing peek of a thong. As she bent he had a perfect view of her ass and pussy. His cock grew, throbbing to come out and play. She either thought it was too hot for panties, or she liked to go commando. Either way Dan was appreciative.
She stretched further, spreading her legs slightly. Dan wanted to run his hands over the curve of her ass and sink into the delicate pink folds he was staring at. He stifled a grown. Her lips spread as she arched down with a groan, giving him an unrestricted view of her snatch, daring him to fill it. Her clit, which was nestled there, peeked out like it wanted to be noticed. Boy did he notice!
Dan sat there on his horse, cock aching as she moved. She twisted and turned with grace, giving Dan an eyeful. She paid no attention to her surroundings as she looked through the lens taking shots. Dan loved curves and she had them in spades. Not only did she have a world class ass and a pussy that was just begging to be fucked, but the bandana top she wore barely covered her. White, it was damp and clung to her breasts showcasing her pink nipples through the fabric. So large, they had to be triple-D’s. He swallowed.
Dan realized Mike’s warped sense of humor was why he said he had the perfect photographer. Shaking his head at Mike’s choice Dan grinned. Sending this particular bombshell with triple-D boobs to the Triple D Dude Ranch was right up his alley. Watching them quiver as she moved, Dan wanted nothing more than to latch on and suckle them until her nipples hardened and stood out. Dan groaned watching her, knowing he would have to call and thank Mike.

His jeans grew even tighter. Dan shifted on his horse, becoming more uncomfortable as he watched her. Fumbling, watching through the binoculars, he unbuttoned his Levi’s, hissing as he scraped against the denim as his cock sprang free. Letting the reins rest across his leg and making sure his horse would stay steady, he grabbed and fisted himself. Pumping, he imagined he was inside the pink glistening pussy of the wannabe cowgirl, he tightened his hand.


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Author bio:Beverly Ovalle lives in Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 25 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Her son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines.  Her daughter Susannah visits from time to time to make sure the ‘old’ folks are alive and kicking.
Beverly has traveled around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her brothers have travelled most of the continental United States as children due to the station wagon from Hell.  Still active with veterans, she is adjutant for her local AMVETS.
Beverly has been reading romances since her Aunt Bonnie introduced her to the gothic romance in the fourth grade and is still reading every chance she gets.
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