Sudoku

I'm addicted to this game! Of course, I'm also new at it and have been doing just the very simplest puzzles so far, but am hoping to quickly increase my speed and technique.

Try it yourself at the interactive link below:

http://show.websudoku.com/

Happy Winter!

Yule, that moment of greatest darkness, when Earth and man alike seem to hold their breath in the quiet stillness, awaiting the rebirth of the Sun. Mother Nature rests from her labor, gaining strength again as the Wheel of the Year turns and the cycle of Life continues.

Welcome to Winter.

Wishing you a peaceful holiday season.

5 Things

Happy Holidays to you all!!

Things you may find me doing these days:
Sipping a non-fat Chai Tea Latte at Starbucks with my hubby.
Wii bowling with friends and family.
Texting my kids.
Dressing in layers for warmth.
Designing covers for my friend's Max Starr series.

New Toy!!!

Who doesn't love to get new stuff, right? As an e-published author, I figured it was about time I have an e-reader. But which one? I'll admit to salivating all over the iPad when it first came out, but really couldn't justify that purchase. Then my computer died last month (on the date of my book release, no less!) forcing the purchase of a new laptop. Honestly, though the iPad would be fun for some things, I couldn't even imagine typing on it full time.

I was really interested in the nook, but then decided to take a look at a relatively unknown called the Pandigital Novel. A side by side comparison had me leaning toward the Novel for one reason in particular: a browser. The After-Thanksgiving sales sealed the deal for me and I am now the proud owner of one of these little gizmos.

One thing that seemed pretty important was updating the firmware before using it, but that wasn't a big deal at all. I'm still in the figuring-it-all-out stage, though it's very cool having all my e-books stored in one place. I'll admit to printing out the e-books I purchase and -- holy crap! -- that can get costly. Plus sometimes I just want to refresh my memory with an awesome book from a favorite author and this makes it very easy to do just that.

I've also been reading the local newspapers more since I've gotten it. This doesn't really make much sense, because it's just their websites I'm accessing, just as I could while on the computer. But I didn't do that while on the computer.

Will I ever prefer the Novel over the paper and ink pages of a real book? Hell no. Though I'm not closing myself off to evolution and adaptation to a changing world. E-readers are playing a large role in how people satisfy their need for the the written word.

Do you have an e-reader? If yes, what do you love most about it? If no, are you planning to purchase one some day soon ... or maybe requesting a nicely wrapped gift under the tree later this month?

Hot and sweaty ...

I'm not sure where you live, but here in Michigan it's a cold, windy, and generally dreary time of the year. It seems like the perfect time to heat things up with a little flash fiction from last summer.

Make me sweat. When this theme came up for the Flash one Sunday, Callie and Matt jumped right into my farmer's daughter brain. It's a short little flash, but a fun scene anyway.

And the photo makes me feel all warm and cozy. [wink]

Callie took a long pull from the water jug before wiping the sweat dripping down her face, the bandana covering her red curls having reached saturation point. She listened to the steady rhythm of the hay elevator carrying the straw bales up to the loft where she had been working for the better part of two hours. She’d shed the long-sleeved work shirt in the first hour and the tank shirt she wore clung to every inch of skin it covered. Dust hung heavy in the air, sticking to the bare skin of her arms and face, clouding her eyes.

Matt scaled the side of the hay wagon, hanging onto the top rail and kicking down the bales so he could throw them onto the elevator. Shirtless, the sun beat down on his back, the waistband of his jeans dark and low-slung as it absorbed the sweat rolling down his chest and back. Swiping the equally soaked Stetson from his dark head, he wiped his forearm across his face.

He glanced up at the window as he jammed the hat back on. As hot as he was in the sun, the barn would be stifling for Callie. As if his thoughts conjured her, Callie appeared at the opening, her arms raised to peel the sticking strands of her hair and braid off her back and neck. Dark nipples beaded and clearly visible against the thin cotton clinging to her like a second skin.

“Shit…” he muttered, his mouth watering as his cock stirred with an agenda of its own.

What's on YOUR desktop?

I love sexy pictures. [shrug] Is this really surprising? Probably not. Nudes are wonderful. Stimulating. Nothing quite like the delicious curves and hard lines [grin] of the bare-naked human form. But what I find even more mouth-watering are the little hints and glimpses.

It's probably also obvious that these images provide inspiration as I write. Erotic romance generally includes lots and lots of toe-curling sex -- if you're lucky -- and visual aids are sometimes just the prompt needed to slip into the mood.

This is the desktop background on my laptop -- as well as the wallpaper on my phone! Her plump curves crushed against his solid chest. Her dominance to his submissive position. Skin to skin. The vulnerable line of his throat contrasted with his strength as he grips her leg. Mmm ... so many heart-skipping details.

So ... what's your background?

And speaking of images that make my heart skip a beat ... just a reminder, Hearts A Plenty is coming soon!! I am so thrilled to share the stories of love rediscovered in this sleepy little town.

Of course, while you're waiting for HaP, please come along with three friends as they find out just how far they'll go for love in Open Proposal ... available now.

5 Things

5 Things I'm into right now:

editing

fires in the backyard

photography

apple orchards

football

Inspired baking

Jared is one of the heroes of my upcoming release Hearts A Plenty and he also owns a restaurant in the little town of Awry. His lovely Claire happens to have a weakness for the delicious blueberry muffins that he bakes each morning. Hmm. I wonder if that's the real reason the residents of Awry are treated to these yummy baked goodies each day?

How about you? Do you find you go above and beyond sometimes to give the one you love that special morsel you know they crave?

Max Starr series by Jasmine Haynes

Jas is one of my very best friends and I am soooo thrilled to announce that her amazing Max Starr series is being released through Amazon.com! Dead to the Max is available now! This news alone is worthy of a blog post, but add to it the excitement of having my name included in the project as the cover artist ... well, damn!

Here is the link to Jas's page where she has all the information about this super hot, erotic, emotional rollercoaster ride of a series:  Max Starr

Congratulations again, Jas! And thank you so much for helping get my name out there. Too wild!

Goodreads

For those who are on Goodreads.com, please Friend me! This application is definitely a place for those who love books of all shapes and sizes. Here I am:  www.goodreads.com/rosemary_gunn

Hope to see you there!

Go team!!

After I received news of the acceptance of my second book, my hubby said he'd like to take me somewhere to celebrate. [sigh] Such a good man I have.

We go out to eat quite a bit, so that didn't really appeal to me. What did have me interested though was the idea of seeing men hitting each other on the playing field and it just so happened that the Lions were practicing down at Ford Field that day. We had never been in the stadium before for anything relating to football, so it was a good opportunity to see the new venue.

It was fun to wander through the doors and feel the excitement. The optimism of a brand new year.

Some may be thinking: This is what you chose as a celebratory outing? And really, let's face it, the Detroit Lions aren't exactly the team that everyone is watching. Hell, even diehard fans have been tempted to turn our backs. That's just it though, we haven't. I'm a relatively new spectator, having just started really watching in the last four years, and I still don't understand everything there is to know about it. I know I love the game ... and I love this team. My team.

I'm excited about the new season ... for the Lions and for myself. Dream big, boys. This is our season to shine.

People watching

Could there possibly be anything more fun to do to pass the time than watching people ... well, that's totally G-rated anyway? It doesn't get much sexier than watching lovers silent communication. A subtle lift at the corner of their mouth. A heated stare combined with that nearly invisible raising of an eyebrow. A secret signal. There's also the way that people just act in general, whether on their own or with a group. Endless entertainment.

New biz card

Yep, it was time to restock the business cards, so I decided to go a different route this time. What do you think? (White lie if you must, because they're already a done deal.) [grin]

Working men

There's just something about men working that gets me going. [grin] While driving through my neighborhood, I couldn't help but notice (okay, I drove around the block several times!) the crews working to trim up some of the trees around the electrical lines. T-shirts, jeans, hard hats, and sweaty muscles gleaming in the sun ... mmm-hmm.

NOR review!!

I'm so thrilled to share news of the wonderful review Open Proposal received from Night Owl Reviews! Thank you, Angi, I've tucked your words next to my heart. Read the entire review here!

Hearts A Plenty

Holy moley! It's been nearly three weeks since my last post! I'm not as good at the blog thing as I'd like to be, but I'm determined to try harder.

I'm currently working on a holiday novella for Thanksgiving called Hearts A Plenty. It will revolve around Jared, Claire, and Mark ... someone who complicates the situation a bit. [rubbing hands together]

In my search for a suitable photo to depict my menage story, I stumbled across a photo by Gary Durington that was more lighthearted ... but still completely fun and appropriate.

Fairy greetings

Blogging at SEx today -- "What can I do?"

Hope to see you over on the Silver Expressions blog today. I'll be talking about a very special organization.

Stoking the embers of everyday

I had the opportunity to host Sunday Flash Fiction this past week. It's always interesting to see what I'm going to come up with for this writing challenge. Some authors are fortunate enough to have several completed works to draw excerpts from and post when a topic comes up that fits something they have. Me? Not so much. I'm working on increasing my backlist, but for right now I write from the hip, so to speak.

The theme I chose for Sunday's Flash was finding heat in normal, routine everyday life. My story -- The Right Fit -- featured Mia and Wayne, a young couple dealing with the typical stresses of life.

ONE
Mia pulled her minivan into the garage beside Wayne’s car, trying to tap down the dread as she cut the engine. Each time she arrived home, she had to stop herself from mentally adding things to the neverending To-do list. She glanced in the rearview mirror where Tess stirred in her car seat, then gathered her bag, purse, Tess’s bag, and the one shoe the baby had kicked off at some point during the ride from Wayne’s parents’ house where Tess had spent several hours this afternoon. She held her sleeping daughter in her arms, then picked up the travel mug from the cup holder. A reminder of something on the To-do list. With a sigh, she wondered if it was too much to hope that Wayne had repaired the dishwasher.

TWO
Damn it. Wayne looked around the kitchen, pissed that it had taken him the entire afternoon to fix one goddamn appliance, but he had fixed it. He hadn’t even begun to get things picked up though, and now his girls were coming into the house. Mia crossed the threshold, scanned the room and, if possible, her shoulders drooped even more. He immediately went to take Tess, then realized he was still covered in dirt and grease.

“Can you get the other stuff,” Mia whispered. “I’ll go lay her down.” Her words weren’t meant to be sexy, but Mia’s husky whisper sent a jolt of response to the area directly behind his zipper.

THREE
When she returned to the kitchen, it looked completely different. Tools gone and dishes loaded into the softly humming dishwasher. Mia glanced at Wayne as he stepped out of the laundry room, wiping his face and neck with a towel, drying his hands and arms before tossing it onto the washing machine.

She loved his hands. Wide palms and long fingers. He did wickedly sexy things to her body with them. When he slid those hands into the front pockets of his jeans, her attention settled on the ridge of his cock pressed against the soft denim.

“Mia?” She met his gaze, and his mouth shifted into a slow smile, letting her know he liked that she noticed his reaction to her. She felt a tug in her lower belly, heat curling outward making her nipples peak beneath her thin tshirt and her thighs clench together to intensify the throb there.

FOUR
The comfortable cotton skirt and tshirt she wore made his palms itch to get under them to her warm, smooth skin. Her nipples showed clearly, tiny buds tempting him, and in two steps, he had her backed against the counter. One hand curled into the hair she'd released from the ponytail she wore at work, tugging gently to tilt her head for his kiss, while the other hand smoothed beneath the tshirt over the soft slope of her belly to cup her breast and pinch the hard tight nipple.

She gasped against his mouth, then sucked his tongue like she would his dick, sending all the blood rushing to his crotch. Her hips tipped up, silently asking for more. “Lift your skirt up, baby.” His voice was graveled and rough to his own ears. “Let me feel your sweet pussy.” Mia shivered against him, but did as he asked.

Releasing her hair, he reached down and stroked her inner thighs, feeling the warmth of her sex through her panties. He found the hard nub of her clit through the thin material and Mia jerked in his arms, the nipple he still clasped puckering more.

Her soft murmurs against his neck and the scent of her arousal in the air had the blood roaring through him as he delved beneath the elastic. Her slippery hot juices coated his hand as he gently worked two fingers inside her, then followed quickly with a third as she started grinding on his hand.

FIVE
Mia couldn’t think when Wayne’s hands were on her. Her body took over and demanded completion. The stroke of his hand between her legs and inside her, drove her higher and faster toward an orgasm that would probably short circuit her brain.

“You’re so wet, baby.” His words were hot on her neck, his breathing rough and ragged as he fought for control. She needed him now. Tearing at his belt, Mia fumbled it open, then the button, easing the zipper down carefully over the erection straining there.

She pushed his jeans and boxers down, trailing her fingernails over the tight muscles of his butt. He loved her marks on him and growled his approval just as she’d hoped he would. His sounds of pleasure sent spasms along his fingers still thrusting inside her. She dragged her fingers around his lean hips to caress his damp cockhead, pre-cum slicking her finger.

Meeting his eyes, she sucked the digit into her mouth, mesmerized as green fire blasted her. “Now, Mia. I need you now.”

Through playing, Wayne lifted her to the counter and went to knees, his dark head between her thighs. She clamped one hand over her mouth to keep from screaming as he tongued the sensitive bud of her clit, then sucked it hard between his lips. She wrapped her legs around his shoulders, using them to grind against his mouth as she flew apart in his arms, her soft cries muffled by her hand.

He wiped his face against her thigh, then stood and in one smooth stroke entered her fully.

“God, Mia ... fuck, I’m not going to last, baby.” His whispers sent whips of hot flames through her. He thrust strong and fast, bringing her back to the peak as he ground against her clitoris. “You’re so sexy. Your pussy’s so hot.” He went deep, the pulsing of his orgasm sending her over with him.

Wayne leaned back and the completely satiated expression on his face made Mia giggle. He grinned, then eased out of her. Getting a washcloth out of the laundry basket filled with stuff to be folded, he wet it, then returned to wash her gently as she watched him.

When he was done, he stood between her legs again. “Anything else you need repaired, ma’am?” His words spoken against her mouth, lips swollen from his kisses. “I could get used to this kind of exchange for services.”

A little bit o' luck

This gorgeous man seems pretty content with the pot o' gold he's found!

Happy St. Patrick's Day! Hope you get lucky, too! [wink]

Brainstorming

So you've got a killer idea. What's your method of brainstorming it from the idea stage into a book? Do you have a board filled with sticky notes, or a group of friends that allow you to bounce ideas round and round, or do you write detailed time lines, or are you a wing-it kind of writer?

It's cool to hear how other people do it. [wink]

Mmm-hmmmm ...

This looks like the perfect place to spend a snowy Tuesday. [wink] Wake him gently ...

Happy Valentine's Day!

Hope you get a little something from your love ...

Hayride

This flash is from several months ago and is only a partial, but it definitely warmed up quickly. Who knows, maybe someday I'll get back to these two lovers on their hayride.

ONE
Kit burrowed into the blankets Ethan had situated for them before helping her up on the wagon. Lying beside her husband, she wondered why on earth he’d insisted on attending this silly party in the first place.

Her illness six months ago, followed by recovery and physical therapy left her wiped out most days. Ethan’s quiet support had buoyed her during those dark months, and he had really wanted to see some of their friends, so she had agreed. During the drive, she had secretly been wishing for her warm jammies and the new book she’d downloaded.

She had to admit, the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear and the moist mingling of their breath beneath the blankets had her own heart rate skipping. The warmth of his fingers stealing beneath her loose sweater to stroke her lower back had Kit moving her thigh over Ethan’s lap and tilting her hips against his.

His low murmur of approval sent heat streaking through her.

TWO
The feel of Kit’s heat snugged against him had Ethan instantly hard. For months, the thought of taking his release in the warmth of her body had made him feel sick with his self-loathing. He’d nearly lost her. She hadn’t needed him grunting and sweating all over her.

Kit shifted until she straddled him, her breath soft against his neck. The rhythmic swaying and shifting of the wagon had her soft mound grinding against his rigid flesh. Her low moan in his ear, followed by the light bite, sent arousal inching down his spine, tightening his balls. Christ.

His hands drifted over her silky skin, cupped her breasts, his fingers rasping against the sensitive peaks. Her soft gasp electrified the air between them, even as his heart crowded his throat and his hips gave an involuntary thrust upward.

THREE
Sucking the heavy pulse at Ethan’s neck, Kit shuddered with the wicked sensations curling through her. The lips of her sex wept at Ethan’s touch on her bare flesh. She craved what he could do to her.

“Undo your jeans, baby.” His voice low, desperate. “I need to touch your soft pussy.”

At his words heat exploded through her, her clit ached, anticipating his touch. She quickly unfastened her jeans, and his as well. As she eased the zipper down over his cock, she couldn’t resist sliding her fingers inside his briefs and gripping him tight, gliding her thumb along the damp slit.

“Kit, baby ... you’re killing me here.”

FOUR
She continued the long, twisting strokes and Ethan thrust into her hand. Shit, he was going to fuck this up by coming in her hand and that simply wouldn’t do. He wanted his fingers deep in his wife’s pussy while she panted and moaned for him.

Ethan grabbed her hand and rolled them onto their sides. Tugging the jeans down, he snaked his hand inside her panties. His trembling fingers smoothed over the soft damp curls and when he parted the silky folds of her labia, hot cream covered his fingers.

He found her mouth in the darkness, sweeping the depths with his tongue, tasting her, absorbing her gasps and cries as he circled the hard bud of her clit with his thumb.

Mistress ... please!

I love books involving light to moderate BDSM. The dynamics are incredibly erotic, tantalizing all the senses. I've read many more that feature the male dominant (featuring both male and/or female submissives), rather than the female dominant ... probably due to the bulk of D/s being written revolving around the male Dom.

But there is much to be said about a male in the submissive position. Let me clarify. I'm talking about a man that could be the typical Alpha male: strong and sure of himself in other areas of his life, but needing to give over control in the bedroom. Mmm-hmm ... you know the type I mean. Now imagine all that strength as yours to command and ultimately pleasure.

I just read Resisting Command by Jennifer Leeland and oh my god! Paul was an excellent submissive to Jenia's female dominance. I'm thrilled that Violet Summers has a new book coming soon featuring a lovely Domme: Velvet Submission.

Okay, here's where I ask for your help. I need your recommendations of smokin' hot books featuring the D/s theme -- Domme or Dom -- because it appears I have a new addiction. [grin] Come on now, help a girl out.

Taking it off

This past week I had a couple of blogging firsts over at SEx -  the Liquid Silver Books blog. To fill in for someone, I posted my very first (non-Morning After) entry with a nice response from my fellow authors. Thanks everyone. Then on Sunday I hosted my very first Flash Fiction and had a wonderful turnout. Thank you SO much to everyone that popped in to contribute or say hello. It was a lot of fun!

My challenge to any who wanted to participate was this: Give me a scene in roughly 100 word bites involving some sort of game, a minimum of two people or participants, and the sexy fun that comes when skin starts playing peek-a-boo among the cards and tokens!

A Win-Win Situation
ONE
“Three in a row, baby!” Leo jumped to his feet beside the coffee table and started doing he-man poses and hip grinding to the crowd – in this case, a crowd of one. “Come on, Steph! That’s an excellent winning streak. You gotta give me a little something.”

For their fourth date they had decided to spend the evening at her place watching movies or playing games. As she took in his huge grin, she couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. “It’s just Yahtzee,” she said, suddenly feeling breathless and hot. Before she realized where her roaming eyes were headed, they had strayed to his gyrating hips, and more specifically, what lay behind the fly of his jeans.

TWO
She’d been getting more and more aroused just watching his hands on the dice, hearing the deep rumble of his voice as he talked and laughed. She wanted to crawl all over him. "The law of averages is bound to kick in here for me soon."

He returned to the table still strewn with the dice, score sheets, and pencils and waited for Stephanie’s eyes to meet his. Dark green fire blasted her.

“Really?” He flashed a sexy grin filled with all sorts of wicked promise and dropped to his knees beside her. “Care to up the ante?”

THREE
At the challenge, Stephanie’s mouth went dry. Her entire body tingled.

“I’m listening.” Her pulse ran wild through her veins. Each shallow breath dragged the lacy bra over tight achy nipples. A detail that didn’t escape his hot gaze.

Leo trailed his fingers along the deep vee of her cotton shirt, then leaned in for a quick kiss. “The new game is strip Yahtzee,” he said against her lips. He caressed her sensitive nipples with the backs of his fingers. Stephanie moaned at his touch, wanting a real kiss. Instead he pulled back. “The rules are simple,” he growled, suggesting he was getting as turned on as she was.

She reached for the beer bottle on the table, needing a drink. She’d barely taken a sip when he snagged it, took a drink, then set it back on the table. “I don’t want you drunk, Steph,” he said in response to her raised eyebrow. “I want you naked.”

FOUR
Stephanie had lost track of the number of games they’d played. She knew she knelt beside the table in nothing but her socks and panties. The latter getting wetter by the second. After losing her shirt and bra, it seemed silly to put them back on. Her bare breasts swayed as she rolled the dice.

Leo’s eyes blazed hot as he tracked her every move, his face tight with lust, clearly distracted by her abundant curves on display. She tallied up the dice, giggling as she put the score in the upper portion. “I got the bonus points on the top.” She leaned over the table and pointed to his score sheet. “You didn’t. Give me something.”

A growl rumbled in his chest and Stephanie felt it in the deep throb between her legs. He stood and started opening his jeans, the soft material hugging the length of an impressive erection that had Stephanie’s mouth watering. “I’m gonna give you something, sweetheart.”

FIVE
Stephanie crawled around the table as he kicked the jeans out of the way.

“Is there such a thing as a draw in Yahtzee?” she asked, not really caring what the answer might be. She licked her lips. “We’re both at three, right? Socks and …” her words trailed off.

She walked her fingers up his leg, past his tempting cock, to the waistband of his boxers. Her heart pounded in her throat as she slowly dragged the cotton down his legs.

“There is tonight,” he said roughly, practically falling to his knees. Stephanie quickly found herself stretched out on her back as Leo settled between her legs. “And I’m more than ready to share the winnings.”

Yes, please...

Pirate tales

I participated in the SEx flash fiction again on Sunday. The theme was pirates. I've read some awesome romance novels that featured pirates in the lead roles and while they had the power to get my heart pounding, it was never really something that I much of a desire to write about. So when I saw the pirate theme, I decided to put a modern day spin on it.

Remember flash isn't necessarily a whole story...hell, sometimes there's not enough free time in my day to even complete a scene that I'm working on. The idea of the flash writing is to write within the limits of 100 word bites...kind of like a serial. With that being said, I hope you enjoy Ravaged.


ONE
Macey stretched across the seat of the flat bottom rowboat, the soft romantic sounds of Seether and Amy Lee whispering in her ears. The rhythmic shifting of the water lulled her restless mind toward thoughts of Nathan. His lips on hers. His hot words against her neck. Hands stroking her breasts and fingers teasing the elastic of her panties. Her hips lifted at the memories. The daydream heated her from the inside quicker than the sun beating down on her bikini clad body.

She jerked in terror as the wet hand cupped her mouth and the tiny headphone plucked from her ear. A stubble roughened cheek rested against hers. Macey’s heart pounded in her chest. “I’m taking over this vessel, sweetheart.”

TWO
The terror subsided, but Macey’s blood still pounded through her. Nathan had hoisted himself over the side of the boat, pulled the anchor and headed for the little island in the middle of the small lake. Her eyes followed the tiny streams of water that dripped from his shaggy hair to his chest, streaking over his tight masculine nipples. She wanted to sample that hard tip with her tongue, test the surrounding muscle with her teeth. The muscles of his arms and shoulders bunched and rolled as he propelled them through the water.

Everything in her clamored as his bright green eyes clashed with hers. She shivered at the intense heat she saw there, her body softening as it prepared for what he was planning to take. Goosebumps covered her skin as the corner of his mouth lifted in a wicked grin filled with promise. His gaze dropped to the peaks of her small breasts beaded and aching beneath the thin scraps of her top.

THREE
The bottom of the boat scraped along the sand and Nathan jumped over the side, splashing water as he pulled it farther up the beach. With a growl, he grabbed Macey and the towel she’d been lying on, and lifted her against his chest. The heated flesh drawing a moan from her.

Long legs carried them into the dense foliage just beyond the beach. Macey quickly found herself flat on her back, Nathan’s body pressing into her. The thin fabric of their swimsuits afforded no protection against the length and heat of his erection. She wrapped her legs around his lean hips, accepting him in the cradle of her body.

His fingers wound in her hair, holding her head exactly where he wanted it. His eyes on Macey’s as his head bent and he took her lips, his tongue stealing into her mouth and sliding against hers. He groaned. The sound vibrated through Macey and she clutched at his hips as he thrust against her sex.

“Please, baby.” Dragging his lips from hers, he kissed her neck, shuddering in her arms. “Let me in, Mace.”

With a small tug of the string securing her bottoms, Macey surrendered.

What are YOU reading?

This is a fun little game that goes around the social networking sites from time to time, so I thought it might me interesting to try today. Here's how it goes, modified slightly:

*Grab the book nearest you -- yes, right now
*Turn to page 55 -- find the fifth sentence
*Post that sentence as a comment below

Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, or the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST book.

As noted before entering this site, my blog is for "big kids" [wicked grin] -- so don't be shy or embarrassed at what you may have to post. I know I'll be looking forward to reading each and every line!

Be sure to leave your email address in your comment and you'll be eligible to receive a free copy of my book, Open Proposal! I'll pick a name tonight around 10pm EST.

Good luck and happy reading!

"Fill Your Reader Blog Tour" and giveaway! Come on by!!

There's an awesome event taking place today with literally dozens of authors from Liquid Silver Books participating...

It's the Fill Your Reader Blog Tour!

There will be all sorts of delicious men to ogle, books to purchase, an opportunity to chat with many of the authors, and a chance to win a TON of exciting books for your new ereaders!!

If you've arrived at my page and had no idea about the Fill Your Reader Blog Tour, then click the link above to go directly to the beginning to start the tour!

Take your time, wander through the blogs (leave a comment at each stop to be eligible for the amazing giveaway), then drop by the chat. I'll be popping in and out of the CHAT ROOM throughout the day. Can't wait to meet you!

Drive safely...

And always remember to buckle up!

Snow day

This was the flash that I shared yesterday over on the Silver Expressions blog - SEx:

Snow day...

ONE
The shovel scraped the driveway as Seth turned to make another pass. He barely heard the rough sound for the growl of Slipknot blasting from the tiny headphones in his ears and his knit cap pulled low.

It was fucking cold out, but pushing the fresh eight inches of snow from Lady Clayborne’s drive had sweat rolling down his back beneath the wool-lined denim coat.

Shit. Lady Clayborne. He missed that clever old bird since her death six months ago. He stopped to lean on the shovel, glancing at the grand Victorian home that he'd lived across the street from most of his twenty-three years.

She’d always managed to surprise Seth with her mischief. He grinned as he thought of her, then turned to finish up the path to the back door.

“Fuck me!”

TWO
Embarrassed at the curse that erupted from him, Seth ducked his head to pull the earbuds from beneath his hat. Jesus, he thought, as he stared at his snow covered boots. He was such an asshole. “I’m so sorry for that, ma’am,” he mumbled.

She laughed, ringing all sorts of bells in his memory. “And here I thought the day was about to get so much more interesting, Seth.”

His head jerked up and he stared at her. He’d shoveled the whole damn drive without even breathing heavy. He took in the dark curls, sparkling blue eyes, and smiling mouth that had starred in the majority of his adolescent fantasies. Not only did his heart rate pick up, but his blood settled heavily between his legs.

“Jordan.”

THREE
“More?” Jordan asked, nodding toward his empty coffee cup.

“Yeah, thanks.” He followed her into the kitchen, feeling like a teenager all over again. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the tight jeans covering her ass. Five years older, Jordan had kept him in a state of near constant arousal during the summers that she’d spent at her grandmother’s house. Nothing had changed there, he thought, as he adjusted the solid length of his cock through his jeans.

She reached the counter and turned quickly, catching him staring at her butt. He should have been embarrassed, but just couldn’t seem to make that work. Her hips begged for his hands. Her breasts swayed beneath the thick sweater, nipples hard little buds. He met her eyes, the laughter lighting them mixing with a heat that sent a jolt to his cock.

“Are you going to?” Her eyes traveled over his chest and stopped at the evidence of his reaction to her.

“Am I going to what?” He barely recognized his own voice.

“Fuck me.”

FOUR
Seth put the cup on the counter behind her. He moved the hair away from her neck and settled his lips against her erratic pulse. God. Her scent made his head spin. He nipped her jaw, before meeting her eyes. His intent must have been clear, because her soft lips parted on a gasp. Seth took full advantage, kissing her thoroughly, sliding his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers.

Sliding his hands down over her ass, he lifted her more fully against the erection threatening to burst through his jeans. Her moan filled his mouth as she shifted her legs, opened them as he thrust gently against her soft sex.

After several long minutes that left them both breathing raggedly, he pulled back to meet her eyes. He couldn’t stop the grin that lifted his mouth as he took in her flushed cheeks and plump red lips. Then he answered her question:

“Oh, yeah, Jordan. I am most definitely going to.”

"Twenty Ten"

Life continues to flow. Like a great river, it's always changing. Sometimes quiet, peaceful, and serene...other times rolling, violent, and terrifying. But it's never the same.

Here we are, not simply at the beginning of a new year, but a brand-new decade as well! I'm not going to reflect on the last decade (others have done it much better than I could hope to), other than to say we've had monumental, life-altering changes occur...some extraordinary and others devastating. Not sure who said it, but the truth of these words is timeless: Change is the one constant.

Of course, there's always a list of goals or resolutions that comes with January 1st because we feel compelled to at least attempt to control the changes in our lives. This year is no different than any other:

• Lose 20 pounds – this may involve the Wii game system. LOL!
• Have less mental negativity – no one beats me up quite like I do
• Clean out my car once a month – some people are compulsive about this...I am not one of them! [grin]
  
• Finish 4 new books – there’s some behind the scenes micro-managing to make this happen
• Smile – a LOT!
• Enjoy my life – I am surrounded by many wonderful people and places. Opportunities for this last abound!

So grab a glass of the delicious champagne and raise it to toast the changes to be made (or simply endured!)  in 2010! Cheers to a safe, healthy, and prosperous new year!!


I would love to hear your goals for the new year!