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NaNo News Is Good News!

Well, actually it`s not news so much as a snippet. I felt terrible not posting something on Sundays, so I thought I would share a short excerpt from the first of two novellas I`m working on for NaNoWriMo.

The working title for the M/F tale is Light the Lamp, but that may change. It`s an erotic cougar tale about Carol Odell, a dog groomer who meets and tumbles for the second line center for the Columbus Ravens, Kyle Kinzer. I am having so much fun with Kyle and Carol, but I am also really enjoying writing the dialog between Carol and her best friend/business partner Donna Pardone. Only best friends could be this comfortable with each other. 

Here`s a wee bit of conversation between Carol and Donna. This excerpt is NSFW. It contains naughty words about sexy acts and man parts. If this offends please feel free to come back at another time. I will not be hurt in the least. For those of you who are still here enjoy the snippet! Do keep in mind it is rough as a cobblestone road, so just ignore any pesky errors you may stumble upon.






            "Did you ever order those new business cards?"
            I looked up from the numbers I was placing carefully into columns in my ledger. Donna sat across from me in my kitchen, her face screwed into a mask of confusion. On the other hand, she may have had gas. We did just finish off a huge Mexican meal.
            "I thought you were going to handle that," I answered, my pen hovering over our costs for the month of September.
            "Oh good Lord, excuse me." Donna leaped to her feet then ran over to open the small window over the sink. Guess the confusion versus gas question had been answered. Muggles yawned from under the table, his jowls coming back to rest on the top of my foot. "Whose brilliant idea was it to stop for Mexican?"
            I pretended I did not see her fanning her fanny. "That would have been your brilliant idea," I said then returned to the drudgery that is monthly bookkeeping. Someday, as soon as humanly possible, we'd be able to hire an accountant. Until then, it was Donna, me, and her gassy gut every month.
            "Never listen to me again." I heard the window closing."So, did you order those cards?"
            "No. I thought we had discussed trying to keep things local if possible. Thanks." I lifted my empty coffee mug. Donna topped me off then filled her own mug.
            "I can stop into the printing shop over on Hilltop Lane on my way in tomorrow." Donna returned to her seat with a burrito in her hand. My eyebrow climbed into my hairline. "Don`t judge me."
            "I'm not. I just have to smell you," I said with a wink. "We don't have anything coming in until ten tomorrow, so go ahead and drop into the print shop. I'll make a run to the post office and drop off these invoices and — what the hell?"
            Her burrito hit the plate in front of her. Beans and rice bounced over our paperwork.
            "Do not let me touch another burrito. I can't let Phil know I fart, burp, or swear."
            I flicked a bean to the floor. I looked down to witness Muggles reach out with his tongue like a chameleon to snap up the bean.  
            "And Phil would be who exactly?" I laid down my pen and began picking kernels off the bills.
            "He runs the print shop. He has an ass you can bounce a quarter off of and a mouth like Orlando Bloom."
            "Yummy," I murmured as I rolled another bean off the side of the table. I didn't need to look down. I heard the bean meet its maker.
            "He is most yummy. Of course, he`s in his late forties and married, not young and available like your hockey stud but—excuse me? I was talking here," Donna snapped as I bolted from the kitchen into my living room. I found the remote beside my tablet. Donna appeared at my side a moment later chewing on her previously discarded burrito. I gave her a look. "It's why they make Beano, right? What are you looking for?"
            "The Ravens game," I said as I flipped channels. "Where do I find sports?"
            "Everywhere it seems. Try channel 45. I was once cruising past and saw men in tight white pants and shoulder pads patting each other's asses."
            She sat down on the couch. I punched in channel 45. Two men were making out in the shower.
            "Huh, I never knew we got Logo," I said.
            "Me either."    
            We both watched spellbound for a few minutes then I resumed searching for hockey. I found it up on channel 82. My ass met the sofa.
            "Am I to understand we are now going to watch this hockey game?" I nodded at her. Her finely plucked eyebrows beetled but she said nothing else about it. "Is there a reason that they're all standing around? Damn it! Muggles come clean this up. Stop scowling, it didn`t have any sour cream."
            "I think they're standing around because that man with the big head is going to sing the National—look! It`s Kyle." I leaned forward, elbows to knees, remote still in hand. He looked just as good as I remembered, maybe even better.
            "That kid is beyond delicious. I would be jealous if I didn`t love you so much. You can go away now, dog. Your breath smells like you've been eating road kill."
            "Love you too, now be quiet. I want to learn as much as I can before Wednesday so I can dazzle Kyle with my new-found expertise." The camera panned away from the bench, and Kyle, to the man waving a small American flag over his head as he sang. When the anthem ended, the camera was moving over the Ravens bench. I saw Kyle kiss the Hufflepuff key then tuck it back into his jersey. I mean sweater. My stomach glowed like banked embers. He was wearing my gift.
            "As if the game is hard to grasp," Donna mumbled around a mouthful. "I mean, it's simple. All those big men on skates try to hit a black thing into a net. There, you now know all you need to know about the game. Worry about honing your oral sex skills. That will impress the young buck a lot more. I saw this video on Facebook where a woman showed how to use a grapefruit wedge to enhance a blow job." I gaped at her openly. She lowered her burrito. "What?"
            "Where do you find these things? The only videos I see on Facebook have cute kittens and adorable kids."
            She smiled wickedly but said nothing more. I snuck a peek at the TV. The singer was gone now. A bunch of players stood in the middle of the rink in a circle. The referee was teasing two men by pretending to throw down the puck repeatedly. When he finally did drop the puck and the Raven player lunged for it, the referee blew the whistle and made the Raven player leave. A different Raven player skated over, crouched down, and did the same thing but he didn`t have to leave.
            "I'm already confused," I confessed. Donna was licking her fingertips with loud smacking noises. We sat in silence for another five minutes. I was doomed. I could not follow the puck and I did not understand why there were whistles blowing and play stopping for icing. Of course the puck was icy, they were playing on ice. It made no sense. The only sensible thing about the game so far was when one man in a green jersey crashed into the Raven's goalie. A fight broke out. Not that I condone violence, but a knuckle sandwich to the nose for knocking down another player made sense, in a sort of barbaric way. Perhaps I should have paid more attention to Kim when I had been at the game. I peeked at Donna through my lashes when a commercial break began. "A grapefruit?"
            "Hand me your tablet."

Tumble Dry Cover Release!

I hope you like this super sexy cover, crafted by the one and only Dawne Dominique. I just love it myself. It captures the heat and tone of the story perfectly!






Phew, right? Talk about a face-fanner! I am terribly envious of Roxanne, my leading lady. How about  we check out the blurb from Tumble Dry, which releases on November 29th exclusively from Secret Cravings Publishing. 

Stop back every Sunday until release day for info about the inspiration behind Tumble Dry and an excerpt from this smoking hot erotic short story! 


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BLURB:Roxanne Jones has one day off this weekend. She does not want to spend it carrying her unmentionables to the nearby laundromat but Fate has different plans. When the washing machine in her apartment building dies mid-cycle, Roxanne has no choice but to finish her laundry across the street. Once inside the Tumble Dry launderette, she discovers that the dryers aren`t the only hot things to watch. In walks a younger man wearing the only clean items left in his wardrobe: torn jeans, sandals, tattoos, sex appeal, and a few well-placed piercings. When the two lock gazes no amount of fabric softener can stop the sparks from flying. It doesn`t take long for Donovan King, an English major at the local college, to not only woo Roxanne, he manages to begin a steamy seduction that won`t end until both are well-tumbled.

Dueling Author Interviews

One of the best things about being in author groups is getting to know new writers. No one gets you and your quirks quite as well as another scribe. Over on Facebook I'm lucky enough to be a part of a fantastic author support group called Authors Forum. It was there that this authors interviewing other authors project came to life. We were all assigned interview partners and boy did I luck out. Not only is C. S. a gentleman, he is a skilled author with a great wit. Below you'll find both of our interviews. I hope you enjoy them! Please do visit C.S. at the links in his interview.

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1- When did you know you were a writer?
I’ll let you know when that happens. At the moment, I’m just a guy who wrote a book wondering what the future holds. I had hoped to make a film, but I can’t seem to stop writing.
2- Gene Kelly or Fred Astaire?
That’s a bloody tough one! Can I get away with saying Kelly’s voice and Astaire’s elegance?
3- What is your writing routine?
It involves making it home from either work or the gym and still having enough energy to be creative. If my eyes aren’t hazy, I switch on some music and immerse myself in a created world.
4- You're headed into space and can only take one book. Which one is it?
Ha! Can I say Maybe, Misery for some extra-terrestrial promotion? If not, probably My Boring Ass Life by Kevin Smith. 
5- Name your favorite character from one of your books.
That’s another tough one … Either Lance Talon or Dr Max Carter (people haven’t met him yet).
6- Are you a grammar stickler or a grammar slacker?
A bit of both, I find I slip between the two almost seamlessly.
7- What are you currently working on?
The sequel to Maybe, Misery – The Talon Strand, I’m co-writing a story called Beating Hearts with a talented author from Seattle and I’m also writing a love story called between Dimensions; oh and a collection of drabbles, poems and short stories. 
8- Top three genres to read/write.
For reading: Sci-Fi, short stories and dramas. Writing: Fiction, fiction and fiction with bits of Science chucked in.
9- Sports? Love them or hate them?
I wouldn’t go as far as to say I love them. I watch the infrequent football (soccer) match on the T.V, but I do work out often and play tennis, so I guess I love them more than I hate them.
10- Do you have any pets? 
Much to my chagrin, no … but I really, really need a kitten.
11- What is the best thing a reader has said about one of your books?
I was going to look at my reviews then, until I remembered my editor said it was one of the best debut novels he’d worked on. I took that as a compliment.
12- What was the worst thing a reader has said about one of your books?
You know, I’ve been lucky so far. There has been little to no negative comments, probably because I always have a hammer close by. I guess it was when a reviewer didn’t like my non-linear structure.
13- Top five reasons you must write or cease to live.
Well it was one my bucket list to write a book. It’s really hard, making every chapter an achievement. Those inner thoughts have to find some way out. Doing it right can help other people with their experience. If I didn’t write, I’d just complain on my blog.
14- The zombie apocalypse has begun. What do you pack?
I already have it packed. A screw driver; a Stanley knife, a bandage, my kindle, a spare jacket, one copy of Maybe, Misery and some antibacterial hand lotion. I always carry these things in my back pack just in case. I also carry custard creams, but they don’t last long.
15- Where do you get your inspiration?
25% from music, 25% from film, 15% from women, 10% life experience and 25% from other books; unless something just pops in my head.
16- What is your number one writing tip?
Switch off the world.
17- What is your favorite childhood book?
Bloody hell, I can barely remember yesterday! I’m going to say BFG by Roald Dahl.
18- If you could switch minds with a famous author who would you swap with?
I’d probably go with a certain Mr King, just to help my descriptive writing. A day worth of elephantitis would go a long way.
19- How do you combat writer's block?
With distance, whenever I have struggled to write; I have simply taken a step back and read what I have written. Hopefully then I enjoy reading it that much, that I want to write more. If not, then sex and alcohol.
20- Dream vacation destination?
I’d love to go back to Switzerland. It’s such a beautiful place. Then again, there are so many places left to explore. Tokyo is definitely up there and America.
21- Do you have a playlist that you listen to when you write?
Best question ever! I do indeed! I have created soundtracks for most of my work so far. I often include songs in my book. There is beauty still to be found in music … you just have to push through all the mass produced nonsense first.
22- What scares the bejeebers out of you?
I used to be afraid of heights, until I climbed three mountains, in three different countries in 24 hours. I’m still not a fan of small spaces though, though I’m not really afraid; I’d just prefer to avoid them ha!
23- If you could pick one of your works to be turned into a movie, which one would you chose?
I got told that Maybe, Misery would make a good movie! Though I think the Talon Strand would be good, it’s more of adventure.  
24- Regular or decaf?
I try to avoid coffee but I’ll go with regular.




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And now my interview. My replies aren`t nearly as clever as C.S.`s are. 
1. So, is writing a lifelong ambition, or did it just happen? It sprang up out of the blue, or so it seemed, about 7 years ago. Now I know that I always had the mind of a writer. 2. You have one day left on earth, what do you do? Spend it with my husband and daughter. Then attend a Rangers game that night. 3. How long do you write each day?4-6 hours if at all possible.4. What is your opinion on the self-publishing industry? I love it. My first books were self-published. 5. Who/what/where first inspired you to write?It was Bryan Singer who inspired me to write my first fan fiction. Let`s just say I disliked the way he handled the X-Men movie, so I sat down to pen my own version. The rest, as they say, is history.6. Aren't kittens just the cutest thing? Or are you one of those dog people?I am a HUGE cat person. Just check out my Pinterest page if you doubt me. 7. You’re throwing a dinner party and you have room for three guests. Which three authors, past and present would you invite?Mark Twain, J. R. Ward, Armistead Maupin8. What’s the one question you wish people would ask you when you tell them you’re a writer? Where can I buy your book?9. Where do you get the names for your characters? They come to me generally. I'll know right off if the name isn`t right, and will fiddle and rename until the correct one appears. 10. What makes you love/hate a book?There are few books that I hate. I can only think of one in the last 30 years that I could not finish. What makes me love a book is great characters, lots of sex, a strong plot, plenty of character interaction, a bit of action, and a touch of humor.11. How hard is the editing process?  It is hard as hell. Seriously, I now hate commas with the burning intensity of ten thousand suns. 12. What genre (s) do you write and how are they different from other writers of these genre(s)?I write erotic romance. My books tend to focus on people who aren`t the cookie cutter leading man, leading lady, leading zombie. Wait. Where did the zombie come from? 13. What are you currently working on?At the moment I'm doing NaNo and trying to get two erotic hockey novellas, one M/F and one M/M done for possible anthology submissions.14. What is the most interesting thing you have learned from your research?That traffic lights in Minnesota are called stop-and-go lights. 15. Which of your covers is your favourite and who designed it?I love them all, but I'd have to say the To Love a Wildcat covers by Dawne Dominique are my favorites to date. 16. How do you combat writer's block?Walk, listen to music, watch TV, read, people watch, bat ideas around with other writers. 17. What would be your number one writing tip?Discipline. Learn it. 18. Do you have any phobias and how do you deal with your inner fears?I'm scared of bees. I deal with that phobia by running around flailing my arms if a bee comes within fifty yards of me. 19. What are your all-time favourite three books?Outlander, Dark Lover, Charlotte`s Web20. What was the first book you remember reading?Charlotte`s Web21. How long have you been writing?7 years. 22. What’s the most annoying thing people say when you tell them you’re a writer?When are you going to get a real job?23. When you're not writing, what do you do for fun? Read, hang with the family, play with the chickens, watch Rangers hockey, have lunch with my friends.

Throwback Thursday Tunes

I recall this video, and the women in it, being quite controversial. Didn`t stop the song from being crazy popular. Still makes the toe tap a bit, doesn`t it?

Flossie Benton Rogers Giftcard Giveaway!

Lord of Fire – Wytchfae 5 by Flossie Benton RogersParanormal Fantasy Romance11-5-2014




Hi, V.L.! Flossie Benton Rogers here. Thank you for hosting me today. Your website border is lovely, and I really like the black cat and purple sky in your Halloween post. My book Lord of Fire – Wytchfae 5 released just in time for Halloween. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to tell you a little about it. Since this is the 5th Wytchfae book, I thought we’d start by asking the heroine to share five of her favorite things.
Garnet McAnna:Favorite Flower – “Hmm. The magenta blazing star out on Gabriel’s property is really something. You don’t find it in town, and it brings back some topnotch memories.” *winks*Favorite Gemstone – “Unlike my friend Angel, I’m not one for flashy jewelry. I prefer clear crystal. It’s useful for witchery, as well as soothing when you’re locked up in a medieval jail cell.”Favorite Food: “Anything but oatmeal. Porridge was about all I had in that cell.”Favorite Dessert – “Besides Gabriel?”  *chuckles* “Homemade flan, no question.”Favorite Color – “These days I’m really into the deep midnight hue of Gabriel’s eyes. It’s like the color swirls all around you and then you’re lost.” *sighs breathlessly* “In a good way.”
Lord of Fire – Wytchfae 5
Blurb: When The Hawk meets his Wytchfae, the result is spontaneous combustion.
Garnet McAnna chases the demon responsible for attacking and enslaving innocent fae familiars. She never expected to run headlong into a mesmerizing stranger known as The Hawk. Nor did she anticipate the way his masculine power kindles a womanly flame within her.
Exiled from an elite warrior's brigade, Lord of Fire Gabriel Hawk guards his heart and his solitude. He wants nothing to do with the world of men or the realm of fae. Then a beautiful Wytchfae bursts into his life, stirring desire and sparking need. Garnet is on a dangerous mission, and he can't let her face the evil alone. What else can he do but fight beside her? When she disappears, he raises hell to find her. Will he be too late? Will darkness conquer this couple or will love burn their souls into one?
First Line Teaser:She’d catch the demon tonight if it killed her.
Memorable Quote:“Garnet McAnna, you’re the hottest woman in thirteen worlds.”
Excerpt:Garnet dimpled as morning’s first whispered glow cast an incandescent gleam on their half-naked flesh. Lying on their sides, bodies touching, an electrical current seemed to bolt back and forth between them. Reaching out, she raked a hand through The Hawk’s blue-black hair. She loved the sight of it spread out on the pillow and its silken texture in her fingers. The hard planes of his chest enticed her to seek him there as well.
One corner of his mouth tilted into a smile. “Brazen woman.”
Video Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CTifE-174mEAmazon Buy Link: http://amzn.to/1nzt1BsSecret Cravings Publishing: http://bit.ly/1FKwWBu
Author Bio:Flossie Benton Rogers is the author of the Wytchfae paranormal romance series. She is Sagittarius with a Libra ascendant and Taurus moon, or a 5th generation Floridian and freedom loving mystic. She pursues her passion for mythology by writing romances about mysterious magical beings. A former teacher and library director, she enjoys spending her time with family and friends, and seeking out new stories to uplift and entertain.


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Tuesday Tales - Flower

Welcome back to Tuesday Tales!


 Today we have more from a short holiday addition that spanned White Moon, Yellow Leaves and Wind in White Birch. Our word prompt this week is 'Flower'. Please do 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! 
Blue & Silver Bows



            I had an incredible time. Jonah was attentive, the comics were amazingly funny, and the pub food was perfection. We started with spinach and artichoke dip with tortilla chips, and then moved onto the entrees. I talked my date into having a pulled pork sandwich with a side of cole slaw.
            While we waited for the food, we sipped at our drinks. Jonah had ordered soda due to his long ride home but I wanted something with more pizzazz so I ordered a Sex on the Stage, which is vodka, Midori melon, Peach Schnapps and orange, cranberry, and pineapple juice. I love Sex on the Stages. They`re so delicious and fruity that you hardly taste the vodka in them, but it`s in there, trust me. By the time our entrees arrived, I was laughing so hard at something the comedian had said that I slipped into my Muttley impersonation.
            Jonah lifted his head from salting his sandwich when the first wheezing sound came out of me. He probably thought I was choking on my pork. I waved his concern away with fingers smeared with Bar-B-Q sauce. Damned vodka is the sneakiest stuff in the world. I`m not sure exactly as to why I ordered a second cocktail but I did. I think Jonah was rather enjoying the 'Dana on vodka' show. He could barely keep a straight face when the forkful of cheesecake he held over the table for me rolled down into my cleavage. I blinked at him then looked down into my dress. Then I looked back at Jonah with his empty fork dangling in the air.
            “I don`t know what to do,” I admitted. Jonah lowered the fork then folded his arms over the tabletop.
            “I can think of a few scenarios,” he told me, the rest of the club erupting in laughter at something the woman comic on stage had said. “You can do one of two things.” He raised a long finger. “One is fish it out and two,” another finger rose, “is leave it there and let someone else fish it out. Personally, I`d vote for number two but….”
            I stood up. The club tilted weirdly. “I can`t let you get it out. You`ll smash it all into my boobs. Be right back I`ll be,” I said then fell into fits of hysterical laughter at how Yoda I sounded. Jonah got to his feet and being the gentleman he is - or because he could tell I was really soused - he escorted me to the ladies room. I blew him a kiss, snorted loudly, and then stumbled into the bathroom.
            “I`m here with a twenty-six year old,” I told the brown-haired woman washing her hands.
            “Good for you sister." She smiled and rapped my knuckles before drying her hands and exiting.
            “Damn Skippy good for me!” I grinned then dug into my bra for the cheesecake. It smeared all over my right breast and bra. The clean up was slightly less than fastidious I`ll admit. Thank God, I was wearing black. The watermark on my bra wouldn’t show anyway. I staggered out the door and ran into Jonah. “You`re so nice to me wait for,” I sighed and patted his smooth cheek.
            “And you are one cheap date,” he chuckled then took me back to our table. Our server came over and asked if we wanted another round. Jonah politely thanked her but declined for both of us.
            “I think I wanted some more stage sex,” I frowned, prodding at the crushed ice in my fancy glass with a straw.
“I think you`ve had enough for one night, I`d like you to remember what happens after this." The server brought the bill and Jonah paid, flatly refusing my help with the tab or the tip. Stepping out into the winter air helped sober me up slightly. It also made that wet spot on my bra freeze. I turned from Jonah to try to rearrange the ice patch so it wasn`t scrubbing on my nipple. Someone`s warm breath on my neck made me jump.
“It`s not what it looks like,” I quickly said as I battled to get the setting on my favorite QVC ring loosened from my lacy bra.
“As long as you say so,” he chortled. "Do you need some help?" he asked. I nodded. Jonah  stepped around me then gently tugged my coat open.
“Thank you,” I said, my eyes growing round when he slid his hand into the deep V of my little black dress.
His fingers were chilly against my breasts. I lifted my eyes to look at him as he tried to pry my ring free from my underwire. His gaze moved from where his fingertips rested deeply in my cleavage to my slightly parted mouth. That was all it took. He leaned in to kiss me, the backs of his fingers brushing against the warm sides of my breasts. My ring was still stuck. My left hand though was free and it found its way to the back of his head. There it lingered, slipping into the thick black mass as he delved deeply into my mouth. I inhaled across his teeth when he wiggled those long warm fingers.
“Damn,” he said a moment later. I couldn`t speak. A combination of having Jonah Big Deer`s hand down my dress and two servings of vodka no doubt causing the verbal brick wall. Since I couldn`t speak I wanted more kissing. He seemed happy to oblige but the door to the club opening and the raucous laughter skipping into the bitter air brought us to our senses.
“You got everything in hand, Sir?” the doorman asked.
“Almost,” Jonah replied. It was a perfect rim-shot and I fell into Muttley mode again. Giving the door attendant a kindly wave, my date jerked my hand free. I studied the empty setting with bewilderment. “Do you want me to call you a cab or do you want me to drive you home?”
“I want my ruby,” I said shoving my hand back into my bra. Hey, it might be a fake ruby but I still made four payments of nineteen ninety-nine on it. That`s a lot of cash when you work in a bookstore.
“We can`t stand out here all night while you search for Dana Prescott`s hidden treasure,” he said with a bit of snap in his voice. I snorted at his expression.
“You`re pretty cute when you`re getting snippy,” I giggled. My fingers searching under my left boob found nothing. 
“Men don't get snippy, Chihuahuas do. Why don`t I drive you home. Can you get a ride to pick up your car tomorrow?”
“Oh sure, my grandmother can run me over,” I gestured with my left hand, “She lives in Clairton.”
“Things are looking up,” he mumbled, steering me down the curb as if I were Aunt Jo-Jo. “Keys?” his open palm waited. I removed my hand from the fake ruby search. The keys were where they always are, at the bottom of the purse. Soon they fell into Jonah`s big hand and we crossed the parking lot. My ears were cold and my breath hung in front of my face like some sort of cloud that didn`t understand personal space.
“Nice truck,” I said and meant it. Jonah Big Deer drove one of those big trucks with all the shiny chrome and horses under the engine. “What`s it get? Four miles per gallon?” I tittered. Jonah opened the door and lifted me up into the cab as if I were a delicate flower.
“It gets six if I don`t drag my feet,” he countered smoothly, patted my bare knee than closed the door in my face. I watched him walk around the front of the massive green truck, blowing into my hands to warm them. He filled his seat. Jonah was a big boy. I think I was leering. The engine rolled over and cold air blew out of the vents. “It`ll take just a minute to get warm. I`ll need directions to your – are you okay? If you`re going to get sick I`d-”
            “I`m not sick I`m just really happy I said yes to you back by the lake.” Oh. God. Who the helltold the booze it could take over the conversation?
            "I`m glad you did as well."
            Oh, okay, a kiss is nice. I leaned over the console for a longer smooch. Jonah stroked my cheek then tipped my head to the left. The kiss grew deeper, longer, and incredibly hotter. His hand moved to the base of my neck. His tongue was sliding over mine. Someone pounded on the window. I jumped. Jonah cursed. I spun to the right and rolled the window down.
“You folks are going to have to take this home. You`ve been here fifteen minutes and that`s technically loitering,” Joe Doorman informed us. I blushed all the way to the end of my nose. Even my ears grew scarlet. I vowed we`d leave and the window crept up slowly. I peeked over at Jonah and saw him tapping his tongue with his finger to check for blood. I blew out a long, sad breath.
“I`m so sorry." He shook his head. “I didn`t mean to bite you or get us a warning about loitering or ruin the night for you. You drove for perhaps ten hours or something and-”
“It was only a little over four hours and you haven`t ruined anything,” he said, cupping my chin gently then staring into my eyes. “I`d drive down again tomorrow if I could spend another night with you. “

Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey




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Throwback Thursday Tune

How about a special spooky song for  Halloween? You can't get  much funkier then this classic sung by Thrul Ravenscroft. Don`t get too scared as you listen!

Two Guys 3 Release Day!

What a great way to celebrate Halloween! Paul and Gordon`s latest adventure is available for purchase today. If you love zombies, moose, and snark as much as I do, you'll want to shuffle to your favorite eBook retailer to grab your copy.

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Paul and Gordon aren't your typical zombie hunters. They're a loving couple of educators who might be infected by the virus that is turning the world's population into mindless, undead eating machines. So why haven`t they turned?  Well, Gordon has a theory about that. He suspects that those who march under the rainbow flag just might be carrying the cure for the plague in their bloodstream. Zendra, the massive pharmaceutical company where the mutated virus was made, certainly seems to be in a hurry to round up all the gay survivors they can grab.

To avoid the clutches of Zendra, Paul, his partner Gordon, and a ragtag band of survivors head into the Great White North - the land of maple syrup, hockey, lumberjacks, and thick bacon. Here they plan to spend the winter, hopefully safe from roaming bands of undead, militaristic companies with far too much power, seedy groups of other survivors, and the always dreaded moose. Can two guys in love lead a motley crew to safety?

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Tuesday Tales - Ghostly

Welcome back to Tuesday Tales!


Today we have the another installment of a short holiday addition that spanned White Moon, Yellow Leaves and Wind in White Birch.
Our word prompt this week is 'Ghostly.' Please do 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!
Blue & Silver Bows


The man looked good enough to eat.
He had worn black jeans covered by a long ebony wool coat. Obviously he was fond of boots for he had forgone the old shitkicker`s he had worn at the lake in favor of an onyx pair of alligator boots that shined like Yul Brynner`s head. His coat was unbuttoned. Under the coarse wool was a wide chest wrapped in light blue cotton. He had forgone traditional neck-wear in favor of a bolo with black cording and a silver and turquoise stag tie. His hair had been pulled back into a ponytail as thick as my wrist.
It was the look on his handsome face, though, that made me lean against the wall instead of merely using it for support. Close to three weeks had passed since he kissed me beside Mud Puppy Lake. His eyes were fiery black gemstones as he ran a long look over me. I flushed. My mouth got dry. My shoes felt too tight and my bra suddenly shrunk.
“Dana,” he said, stopping three inches shy from flattening me against the wall.
He was fixated on my mouth. My sight was glued to how thick his lashes were. I ran my tongue over my lips. The man shuddered imperceptibly. I acted in typical Doofy Dana fashion and held out my hand. Jonah glanced down at it, stunned me into blindness with a smile filled with perfect white teeth, and then raised my fingers to those plump lips of his. He kissed each digit then rolled my hand over to nibble on my wrist. I wanted to say something but all that came out was a sort of ghostly choking sound which made him chuckle warmly as he ran his lips over my pulse.
“You sure have a way with words,” he teased.
“Maybe we need to go get our seat and order,” I offered with feigned nonchalance, “Since you’re so hungry you have to gnaw on my arm.”
The look he gave me through those long black lashes made my inner thighs itch. “This is nothing. You should see how I could feast on you if only you`d give me a chance.”

Oh roar.

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