The Lori Foster Get Together is this weekend!
Can't wait!
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Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Lori Foster Get Together
The Lori Foster Get Together is this weekend!
Can't wait!
*hugs*
Paige
"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"
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Sunday, May 27, 2012
Memorial Day
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Guest Author - Naomi Bellina!
A Companion by Any Other Name
Prostitution, the world's oldest profession, is legal and regulated in many countries, legal but not regulated in others, and outlawed altogether in the United States, except some rural counties of Nevada. Prostitutes have been portrayed in romantic comedies like Pretty Woman, Mighty Aphrodite, and The Owl and the Pussycat. Paul Schrader gave us a glimpse of a male escort with Richard Gere as an American Gigolo, and who can forget the delightful Deuce Bigalow, Male Gigolo? All these movies portrayed different lifestyles of call girls (and boys), but one that interested me was the companion character on the space western series Firefly.
I just finished watching that delightful program, (I know, I'm a bit behind with my television viewing), and Inara, a companion, captured my imagination. Wikipedia describes the companions in this show as high-society courtesans, part of the social elite, offering not only sexual services but nurturing services as well. Companions were generally regarded in high esteem, though some people looked down on them. Mal, the hunky hero in Firefly, often ridicules Inara's job, but we suspect that's because he cares for her himself and is jealous of her clients.
I enjoyed the way Inara decorated her shuttle to produce an elegant atmosphere, in contrast to the rather stark environment of the rest of the ship. Her tea ritual was designed to put clients at ease, and she gracefully handled every situation that came her way. Not only was she beautiful, spending time with her seemed to be a most relaxing, pleasurable experience. I can see why she was such a popular companion!
In my short story, Let Me Entertain You, the heroine, Molly, is a rather unladylike and feisty lady of the evening. She knows how to fight and how to defend herself. In her world, sex workers are called adult entertainers, and Molly corrects a dwarf who calls her another name she finds insulting. Her town is known throughout the land as a mecca for their many desirable entertainers, so we know prostitution is legal there. When Molly needs to unwind, she visits a place where she can receive tender services, much the same as Inara offers. You can find this tale in my anthology, Lust and Longing.
What do you think? Should prostitution be legal in the United States? If you're in a country where it is, how does that work out?
Thank you to the ladies of Nice and Naughty for letting me be your guest today!
Blurb:
A not-so-ladylike lady of the evening accepts a dangerous job from a dwarf, against her better judgment. Carrying out the mission will take all her skill and cunning, and requires a visit to her favorite place of relaxation, a bathhouse of sensuous delights. Join Molly as she gathers her energy, then charges ahead for the adventure of her life.
Excerpt:
A not-so-ladylike lady of the evening accepts a dangerous job from a dwarf, against her better judgment. Carrying out the mission will take all her skill and cunning, and requires a visit to her favorite place of relaxation, a bathhouse of sensuous delights. Join Molly as she gathers her energy, then charges ahead for the adventure of her life.
Excerpt:
Molly didn’t know whether to laugh at the strange little man’s request or chide him for wasting her time and throw him out on his ear. As she had always been an inquisitive woman, curiosity won out, and she decided it would amuse her to hear the whole story.
“Now, let me get this straight,” she told him. “You want me to get friendly with a palace guard named Hagar, get him to take me into the castle at Astatula and kill someone of great importance. And you’re asking ME to do this, why?” she asked.
“Well, seeing as how you’re a whore and all…” Dolan began.
Quick as lightning, Molly reached over and grabbed Dolan’s wrist in an iron grip.
“I’m an adult entertainer is what I am. That’s what you need to call me.”
“You see? You’re perfect for this job!” Dolan exclaimed as he tried in vain to extricate his arm from her grasp. “You got good reflexes, you’re a decent lookin’ woman, and you’re strong. I see you working out at the practice field. You’re in good condition, top form. I know you can handle yourself. Hagar likes his, ah, entertainment, that’s why I think you’re the right person to do this.”
Molly preened a bit at the compliment, and let go of his wrist.
“A woman in my line of work has to stay in shape. Sometimes I get…unwelcome attention; I have to protect myself. But back to your story. Tell me, who is this person of importance you want killed?”
“Now, let me get this straight,” she told him. “You want me to get friendly with a palace guard named Hagar, get him to take me into the castle at Astatula and kill someone of great importance. And you’re asking ME to do this, why?” she asked.
“Well, seeing as how you’re a whore and all…” Dolan began.
Quick as lightning, Molly reached over and grabbed Dolan’s wrist in an iron grip.
“I’m an adult entertainer is what I am. That’s what you need to call me.”
“You see? You’re perfect for this job!” Dolan exclaimed as he tried in vain to extricate his arm from her grasp. “You got good reflexes, you’re a decent lookin’ woman, and you’re strong. I see you working out at the practice field. You’re in good condition, top form. I know you can handle yourself. Hagar likes his, ah, entertainment, that’s why I think you’re the right person to do this.”
Molly preened a bit at the compliment, and let go of his wrist.
“A woman in my line of work has to stay in shape. Sometimes I get…unwelcome attention; I have to protect myself. But back to your story. Tell me, who is this person of importance you want killed?”
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Bio:
Naomi lives in beautiful sunny Florida with the love of her life and a magical black cat. She writes for various fiction and non-fiction markets, but finds she is drawn to erotic romance because her characters insist on canoodling, and sometimes even falling madly in love. So she lets them. Occasionally, however, they go to dark and strange places. She lets them do this also. Most of her stories will surprise readers with unexpected twists and turns, because isn't that what makes life exciting?
Her interests include dancing, hula-hooping, drumming, and creating healthy meals. She takes the opportunity to play, have fun, and indulge in the pursuit of passion whenever possible. She hopes you enjoy her stories and would love to hear from you at naomibellina(at)live(dot)com. Visit her website at http://www.naomibellina.com/
Her motto: Never pass up the opportunity to have an adventure!
Her interests include dancing, hula-hooping, drumming, and creating healthy meals. She takes the opportunity to play, have fun, and indulge in the pursuit of passion whenever possible. She hopes you enjoy her stories and would love to hear from you at naomibellina(at)live(dot)com. Visit her website at http://www.naomibellina.com/
Her motto: Never pass up the opportunity to have an adventure!
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
New Release! Hot Cop Menage! A COP, HIS WIFE AND HER BEST FRIEND - The Third Book in My Badge Bunnies Series!
I'm so excited to announce that A COP, HIS WIFE AND HER BEST FRIEND, the third book in my hot Badge Bunnies Series, is now available!
With the popularity of my bestselling menage stories Kareigh's Cowboys, And The Ranch Hand Makes Three, and most recently Two Cops A Girl And A Pair Of Handcuffs, I knew I wanted to write another menage for this series. I wanted to do something a little different, though, so I did a F/F/M instead of my usual M/F/M. And I gotta say, I had fun with it! LOL! While it's still mostly about the guy and the two girls, there are a few sexy surprises! Along with handcuffs and some yummy spankings! Hope you like it!
Happy Reading!
Capri Faraday hasn't seen her old college roommate in years, so she's thrilled to be able to spend her vacation with Aly and her hot, hunky cop husband, Sam. When she gets to Tampa, she sees a side of her friend she's never seen before - her backside, while Aly is draped over Sam's knee getting a spanking. Capri is stunned. She's even more shocked to discover that watching Aly get her bottom warmed turns her on like crazy.
After Aly confesses she likes getting spanked for being a bad girl, Capri talks her friend into doing something naughty just so she can watch Sam redden her derriere again. But when it comes out that Capri was behind the whole thing, she finds herself bare-bottomed and getting spanked alongside her best friend. If she thought watching Aly getting a spanking got her hot and bothered, that's nothing compared to getting one herself!
Excerpt:
They were in the same dressing room trying on clothes when Capri caught sight of the barely discernible red marks crisscrossing Aly’s ass cheeks at the edges of her tiny bikini panties. Capri caught her friend’s arm and turned her back to the lights above the full-length mirror so she could get a closer look. She almost reached out to run her fingers over them, but stopped herself just in time.
“I can’t believe you still have marks from last night,” she said.
Aly looked over her shoulder at her reflection. “The strap always leaves marks. It’s one of the reasons I love Sam to spank me with it.”
Capri studied them again. “They look really sexy. Can you feel them?”
“When I sit down. A good strapping can do that even though Sam never smacks my ass harder than I can take. That's the best part of getting strapped. Feeling it the next day and remembering how hot the sex was. It keeps me excited for a few days afterward.”
Capri was still marveling at that as they tried on shoes a little while later. She and Aly both fell in love with the same pair. High heels with sexy straps, they were absolutely beautiful. But they are also crazy expensive.
“You should get them,” Capri said impulsively.
Aly looked up from the shoes she'd been admiring in the mirror. “Are you nuts? I can't afford these. I could pay for a top of the line sink for what they're charging for these things. Sam would flip out.”
“I didn’t say you should keep them. You can always bring them right back and get a full refund. After they've served their purpose, of course.”
Aly glared at her. “And what purpose is that? Getting me in trouble?”
Capri didn’t answer. Probably because she couldn’t believe the direction her thoughts were taking. It seemed Aly wasn’t the only one who liked being a bad girl.
Aly’s eyes went wide. “Oh, my God. You're trying to get me spanked again so you can watch!”
Capri cringed. “Why don’t you say it a little louder, Aly? I don't think they heard you down at the food court.”
Her friend pulled off the shoes and tossed them back in the box. “But that is what you're doing, isn't it? Trying to give Sam a reason to whack my ass again so you can watch and play with yourself?”
Hearing Aly put it so bluntly made Capri’s face heat. Her friend wasn't wrong. That was exactly the thought that had crept into her naughty head. “Yes. But it sounds pretty bad when you say it like that. Forget I said anything.”
Aly stood there regarding her for so long Capri blushed all over again. “So you really want to watch me get spanked again?”
Capri nodded.
“Okay. Then I'm up for it.” Aly pointed a finger at her. “But you have to promise to stay for the whole thing. I want to know you're watching me the entire time, and that includes the sex afterward.”
Capri felt like Aly had just given her an extra special Christmas present. She jumped up and hugged her friend. “Deal. But only if you're sure Sam won't freak out too much about the shoes. I don't want to get you into any serious trouble.”
“He won't. Besides, if he gets too upset, I can always tell him it was all your idea.”
Capri laughed. “Very funny.”
She and Aly giggled about their plan all the way home. Underneath the laughter, however, the sexual tension was palpable. Capri’s clit tingled so much, she had to rub her thighs together to keep from going insane.
The moment they got home, Aly put the shopping bag in the living room,
positioning it perfectly to make sure Sam couldn't miss it. The store they’d purchased the shoes from used fancy bags with their name on them, so he’d know right away that his wife had spent some serious change. To be on the safe side, Aly placed the sales receipt right on top.
“I’m getting spanked, guaranteed.” Aly grinned. “God, I'm so excited.”
“Me, too,” Capri admitted. “I can't believe we're really doing this.”
“We?” Aly laughed as she took vegetables and beef tips out of the fridge. “You plan on getting spanked with me?”
“Of course not!”
“Didn’t think so.” Aly turned on the oven. “You know, this will be the third night in a row that I've gotten spanked. I'm going to have one hell of a sore bottom tomorrow.”
Capri would have felt bad if her friend wasn’t practically pinging off the wall in anticipation. Aly couldn't wait for her hunk-of-a-cop husband to punish her while Capri watched. She wrapped her arms around her friend and gave her a hug.
“Poor Aly. Don't worry. I'll rub lotion on your bottom afterward.”
Aly’s lips curved. “Don't think I won't remind you of that promise.”
While she couldn’t resist teasing her friend, Capri was just as eager for Sam to get home. She could barely concentrate on helping Aly make dinner.
“Do you think Sam will want to spank you the moment he gets home?” she asked as Aly put the casserole dish in the oven.
Aly shook her head. “Not with you here. He’ll do it when we go to bed.”
Capri didn’t know if she could wait that long.
Her friend refilled their glasses with iced tea. “We don't want to look too obvious when Sam comes in. That could blow the whole deal. Remember to look natural.”
“Will he use the strap on you again?” Capri asked.
“Probably not. At least not the strap you saw.” Aly put the pitcher back in the fridge. “Sam never likes to use any particular spanking implement too often. He doesn't want me to get bored with it, you know? He'll pick something different.”
Capri’s eyes widened. “Exactly how many spanking implements do you guys have?”
“Oh! I forgot you haven't seen our collection.” She grabbed Capri's hand and pulled her toward the stairs. “Come on. I’ll show it to you. If you like one, maybe I can steer Sam in that direction.”
Upstairs, Aly led her into the big walk-in closet. She pushed aside the clothes that hung from an upper rack, revealing an entire wall of spanking implements. The array was bewildering.
“There are so many. How do you ever choose which one to use?”
“Sam always picks for me, and he's never wrong.” Aly took a wooden paddle off its hook. It was so highly polished, it looked like glass. “This one is my favorite. It doesn't look it, but it’s heavy. It doesn't leave a smack as much as it does a solid thud when it
hits my ass. I feel it all the way to my toes when he gets me good with it.”
Capri took the paddle from her friend and tested its weight. “You’re right. It is heavier than it looks.”
Before she even realized what she was doing, she reached around and
experimentally smacked herself on the ass with the paddle. She didn't do it very hard, but she still felt it through her jeans. Yikes, that thing was dangerous. Aly must have a tough bottom.
She handed it back to her friend. “That’s way too much for me.”
“I agree.” Aly hung it back up. “It’s definitely not something a novice should start with.”
Capri laughed. “Hey! You're the one getting the spanking, remember? I'm the one hiding behind the door playing with herself.”
“I know.” Aly reached for another paddle. This one was wider, but much thinner, kind of like a ping pong paddle. “I was just telling you in case you decide to buy yourself some paddles. When you find the right guy, I mean.”
“Right. Like a good spanker comes along every day.”
They spent the next fifteen minutes trying out the different paddles, crops, straps and whips in Aly’s collection. Capri almost asked Aly to give her a few smacks with each of them, but just the thought made her blush. Then she imagined Sam spanking her, and her face colored even more.
She couldn’t stop oohing and aahing over how different they all felt. Her bottom was tingling nicely by the time she handed the last paddle back to Aly, and she was tempted to push down her jeans and sneak a peek at her ass in the full length mirror on the wall to see if it was red.
Aly regarded her thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t have thought it, but I’d say you're a strap girl.”
“You think so?” Capri eyed the long, brown leather strap Sam had used on Aly the night before. “Maybe so. It does leave a nice heat as it wraps around during the swing.”
She swung her gaze around to Aly. “But that was with me using it on myself. I'm sure it’d sting much more if someone used it on me.” Like Sam. “Not that I intend to find out, of course.”
“Of course,” Aly agreed.
As her friend pushed the clothes back over the wall that held her toys, a flash of something silver caught Capri’s attention. She reached out and pushed aside one of Aly's sun dresses to reveal a pair of chrome-plated handcuffs dangling from a hook.
“Why are Sam’s handcuffs in here with your spanking stuff?” Capri couldn't take her eyes off them. They were like jewelry.
Aly laughed. “They’re not his work handcuffs. They’re for me. Even though I loved getting spanked, I sometimes have a habit of reaching back to cover my ass. I do it without thinking. Sam doesn't like it. He's afraid he'll whack my hand or arm and hurt me. He’ll cuff me so I can’t reach back.”
Capri remembered hearing Sam ask Aly if she needed to be restrained during the strapping he’d given her last night.
“Sometimes I put my hands back on purpose just so he'll cuff me,” Aly admitted.
“Being held captive like that is a mind-bender.”
Capri stared at the cuffs, entranced. Just the thought of having them on her wrists was making her so wet she had to fight the urge to shove her hands down her jeans and touch herself.
“We’d better get back downstairs,” Aly said. “Sam'll be home soon.”
Her friend’s timing was impeccable. They weren't in the kitchen for more than five minutes before Capri heard the sounds of Sam's cruiser pulling up.
Aly grinned. “Show time.”
How could she be so calm? Capri felt as if she was about to explode.
Capri’s breath hitched as the door opened. If Sam walked right past the shoes, the set-up was a bust. That was a serious possibility. How many men would notice a shopping bag?
But Sam stopped in the living room. A moment later, Capri heard the bag rustle.
Aly winked. “Score!”
“Alyssa, what the hell are these?” Sam demanded.
“Here we go.” Aly wiped the grin off her face and walked into the living room, motioning Capri to follow.
Capri obeyed, but slowed the moment she saw Sam's face. He looked absolutely intimidating standing there in his uniform with his arms crossed over his chest. He also looked extremely perturbed. Maybe this hadn't been such a bright idea. What if he and Aly ended up having a fight over the shoes instead? That wouldn’t be very sexy.
Sam held up the sales receipt. “Alyssa, what the hell is this?”
“The receipt for the new shoes I bought today.” Aly took the box out of the shopping bag and lifted the lid. “Aren't they gorgeous?”
Sam scowled. “No, they're not gorgeous. They're two weeks’ worth of savings down the drain. Alyssa, we talked about this.”
Aly put on a crestfallen face. “I guess I screwed up again, huh?”
“Yeah, Aly. You did.”
She caught her lower lip between her teeth and looked up at him from underneath her lashes. Damn, Aly was good at this.
“Are you going to spank me?” she asked softly.
Sam did a double take. He looked pointedly at Capri, then arched a brow at his wife. Aly waved a hand in Capri’s direction.
“Don't mind Capri. I told you, we share everything. She knows all about my spankings.”
Sam went from surprised to looking downright shocked. “Does she? Well then, I guess she won't mind if I take you upstairs right now to give you the spanking you so richly deserve?”
Aly’s eyes went wide. “Right now?”
“Right now. The spanking I have in mind for you won't wait.” He turned his gaze on Capri. “I hope you won't mind if dinner is a little late?”
“Of course not,” Capri murmured.
She could hardly wait until Sam led Aly upstairs so she could follow. The fact that he knew she knew Aly was going to get spanked was so damn sexy she could barely stand it.
Aly hung back when Sam took her hand. “I don't think I should be the only one getting spanked, Sam. Capri is way more to blame for this than I am. I wasn't going to buy the shoes, but she said it was none of your business what I do with my money. I tried to tell her we were saving up to remodel the kitchen, but she was in full I-amwoman-hear-me-roar mode and wouldn't let up. The whole store was looking at us, including the security guard. I ended up buying the shoes just to keep us from being tossed out. If I’m getting spanked, so should she.”
Capri gaped. What the hell was Aly saying, this was all her fault That hadn't been the plan.
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Paige
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With the popularity of my bestselling menage stories Kareigh's Cowboys, And The Ranch Hand Makes Three, and most recently Two Cops A Girl And A Pair Of Handcuffs, I knew I wanted to write another menage for this series. I wanted to do something a little different, though, so I did a F/F/M instead of my usual M/F/M. And I gotta say, I had fun with it! LOL! While it's still mostly about the guy and the two girls, there are a few sexy surprises! Along with handcuffs and some yummy spankings! Hope you like it!
Happy Reading!
Capri Faraday hasn't seen her old college roommate in years, so she's thrilled to be able to spend her vacation with Aly and her hot, hunky cop husband, Sam. When she gets to Tampa, she sees a side of her friend she's never seen before - her backside, while Aly is draped over Sam's knee getting a spanking. Capri is stunned. She's even more shocked to discover that watching Aly get her bottom warmed turns her on like crazy.
After Aly confesses she likes getting spanked for being a bad girl, Capri talks her friend into doing something naughty just so she can watch Sam redden her derriere again. But when it comes out that Capri was behind the whole thing, she finds herself bare-bottomed and getting spanked alongside her best friend. If she thought watching Aly getting a spanking got her hot and bothered, that's nothing compared to getting one herself!
Excerpt:
They were in the same dressing room trying on clothes when Capri caught sight of the barely discernible red marks crisscrossing Aly’s ass cheeks at the edges of her tiny bikini panties. Capri caught her friend’s arm and turned her back to the lights above the full-length mirror so she could get a closer look. She almost reached out to run her fingers over them, but stopped herself just in time.
“I can’t believe you still have marks from last night,” she said.
Aly looked over her shoulder at her reflection. “The strap always leaves marks. It’s one of the reasons I love Sam to spank me with it.”
Capri studied them again. “They look really sexy. Can you feel them?”
“When I sit down. A good strapping can do that even though Sam never smacks my ass harder than I can take. That's the best part of getting strapped. Feeling it the next day and remembering how hot the sex was. It keeps me excited for a few days afterward.”
Capri was still marveling at that as they tried on shoes a little while later. She and Aly both fell in love with the same pair. High heels with sexy straps, they were absolutely beautiful. But they are also crazy expensive.
“You should get them,” Capri said impulsively.
Aly looked up from the shoes she'd been admiring in the mirror. “Are you nuts? I can't afford these. I could pay for a top of the line sink for what they're charging for these things. Sam would flip out.”
“I didn’t say you should keep them. You can always bring them right back and get a full refund. After they've served their purpose, of course.”
Aly glared at her. “And what purpose is that? Getting me in trouble?”
Capri didn’t answer. Probably because she couldn’t believe the direction her thoughts were taking. It seemed Aly wasn’t the only one who liked being a bad girl.
Aly’s eyes went wide. “Oh, my God. You're trying to get me spanked again so you can watch!”
Capri cringed. “Why don’t you say it a little louder, Aly? I don't think they heard you down at the food court.”
Her friend pulled off the shoes and tossed them back in the box. “But that is what you're doing, isn't it? Trying to give Sam a reason to whack my ass again so you can watch and play with yourself?”
Hearing Aly put it so bluntly made Capri’s face heat. Her friend wasn't wrong. That was exactly the thought that had crept into her naughty head. “Yes. But it sounds pretty bad when you say it like that. Forget I said anything.”
Aly stood there regarding her for so long Capri blushed all over again. “So you really want to watch me get spanked again?”
Capri nodded.
“Okay. Then I'm up for it.” Aly pointed a finger at her. “But you have to promise to stay for the whole thing. I want to know you're watching me the entire time, and that includes the sex afterward.”
Capri felt like Aly had just given her an extra special Christmas present. She jumped up and hugged her friend. “Deal. But only if you're sure Sam won't freak out too much about the shoes. I don't want to get you into any serious trouble.”
“He won't. Besides, if he gets too upset, I can always tell him it was all your idea.”
Capri laughed. “Very funny.”
She and Aly giggled about their plan all the way home. Underneath the laughter, however, the sexual tension was palpable. Capri’s clit tingled so much, she had to rub her thighs together to keep from going insane.
The moment they got home, Aly put the shopping bag in the living room,
positioning it perfectly to make sure Sam couldn't miss it. The store they’d purchased the shoes from used fancy bags with their name on them, so he’d know right away that his wife had spent some serious change. To be on the safe side, Aly placed the sales receipt right on top.
“I’m getting spanked, guaranteed.” Aly grinned. “God, I'm so excited.”
“Me, too,” Capri admitted. “I can't believe we're really doing this.”
“We?” Aly laughed as she took vegetables and beef tips out of the fridge. “You plan on getting spanked with me?”
“Of course not!”
“Didn’t think so.” Aly turned on the oven. “You know, this will be the third night in a row that I've gotten spanked. I'm going to have one hell of a sore bottom tomorrow.”
Capri would have felt bad if her friend wasn’t practically pinging off the wall in anticipation. Aly couldn't wait for her hunk-of-a-cop husband to punish her while Capri watched. She wrapped her arms around her friend and gave her a hug.
“Poor Aly. Don't worry. I'll rub lotion on your bottom afterward.”
Aly’s lips curved. “Don't think I won't remind you of that promise.”
While she couldn’t resist teasing her friend, Capri was just as eager for Sam to get home. She could barely concentrate on helping Aly make dinner.
“Do you think Sam will want to spank you the moment he gets home?” she asked as Aly put the casserole dish in the oven.
Aly shook her head. “Not with you here. He’ll do it when we go to bed.”
Capri didn’t know if she could wait that long.
Her friend refilled their glasses with iced tea. “We don't want to look too obvious when Sam comes in. That could blow the whole deal. Remember to look natural.”
“Will he use the strap on you again?” Capri asked.
“Probably not. At least not the strap you saw.” Aly put the pitcher back in the fridge. “Sam never likes to use any particular spanking implement too often. He doesn't want me to get bored with it, you know? He'll pick something different.”
Capri’s eyes widened. “Exactly how many spanking implements do you guys have?”
“Oh! I forgot you haven't seen our collection.” She grabbed Capri's hand and pulled her toward the stairs. “Come on. I’ll show it to you. If you like one, maybe I can steer Sam in that direction.”
Upstairs, Aly led her into the big walk-in closet. She pushed aside the clothes that hung from an upper rack, revealing an entire wall of spanking implements. The array was bewildering.
“There are so many. How do you ever choose which one to use?”
“Sam always picks for me, and he's never wrong.” Aly took a wooden paddle off its hook. It was so highly polished, it looked like glass. “This one is my favorite. It doesn't look it, but it’s heavy. It doesn't leave a smack as much as it does a solid thud when it
hits my ass. I feel it all the way to my toes when he gets me good with it.”
Capri took the paddle from her friend and tested its weight. “You’re right. It is heavier than it looks.”
Before she even realized what she was doing, she reached around and
experimentally smacked herself on the ass with the paddle. She didn't do it very hard, but she still felt it through her jeans. Yikes, that thing was dangerous. Aly must have a tough bottom.
She handed it back to her friend. “That’s way too much for me.”
“I agree.” Aly hung it back up. “It’s definitely not something a novice should start with.”
Capri laughed. “Hey! You're the one getting the spanking, remember? I'm the one hiding behind the door playing with herself.”
“I know.” Aly reached for another paddle. This one was wider, but much thinner, kind of like a ping pong paddle. “I was just telling you in case you decide to buy yourself some paddles. When you find the right guy, I mean.”
“Right. Like a good spanker comes along every day.”
They spent the next fifteen minutes trying out the different paddles, crops, straps and whips in Aly’s collection. Capri almost asked Aly to give her a few smacks with each of them, but just the thought made her blush. Then she imagined Sam spanking her, and her face colored even more.
She couldn’t stop oohing and aahing over how different they all felt. Her bottom was tingling nicely by the time she handed the last paddle back to Aly, and she was tempted to push down her jeans and sneak a peek at her ass in the full length mirror on the wall to see if it was red.
Aly regarded her thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t have thought it, but I’d say you're a strap girl.”
“You think so?” Capri eyed the long, brown leather strap Sam had used on Aly the night before. “Maybe so. It does leave a nice heat as it wraps around during the swing.”
She swung her gaze around to Aly. “But that was with me using it on myself. I'm sure it’d sting much more if someone used it on me.” Like Sam. “Not that I intend to find out, of course.”
“Of course,” Aly agreed.
As her friend pushed the clothes back over the wall that held her toys, a flash of something silver caught Capri’s attention. She reached out and pushed aside one of Aly's sun dresses to reveal a pair of chrome-plated handcuffs dangling from a hook.
“Why are Sam’s handcuffs in here with your spanking stuff?” Capri couldn't take her eyes off them. They were like jewelry.
Aly laughed. “They’re not his work handcuffs. They’re for me. Even though I loved getting spanked, I sometimes have a habit of reaching back to cover my ass. I do it without thinking. Sam doesn't like it. He's afraid he'll whack my hand or arm and hurt me. He’ll cuff me so I can’t reach back.”
Capri remembered hearing Sam ask Aly if she needed to be restrained during the strapping he’d given her last night.
“Sometimes I put my hands back on purpose just so he'll cuff me,” Aly admitted.
“Being held captive like that is a mind-bender.”
Capri stared at the cuffs, entranced. Just the thought of having them on her wrists was making her so wet she had to fight the urge to shove her hands down her jeans and touch herself.
“We’d better get back downstairs,” Aly said. “Sam'll be home soon.”
Her friend’s timing was impeccable. They weren't in the kitchen for more than five minutes before Capri heard the sounds of Sam's cruiser pulling up.
Aly grinned. “Show time.”
How could she be so calm? Capri felt as if she was about to explode.
Capri’s breath hitched as the door opened. If Sam walked right past the shoes, the set-up was a bust. That was a serious possibility. How many men would notice a shopping bag?
But Sam stopped in the living room. A moment later, Capri heard the bag rustle.
Aly winked. “Score!”
“Alyssa, what the hell are these?” Sam demanded.
“Here we go.” Aly wiped the grin off her face and walked into the living room, motioning Capri to follow.
Capri obeyed, but slowed the moment she saw Sam's face. He looked absolutely intimidating standing there in his uniform with his arms crossed over his chest. He also looked extremely perturbed. Maybe this hadn't been such a bright idea. What if he and Aly ended up having a fight over the shoes instead? That wouldn’t be very sexy.
Sam held up the sales receipt. “Alyssa, what the hell is this?”
“The receipt for the new shoes I bought today.” Aly took the box out of the shopping bag and lifted the lid. “Aren't they gorgeous?”
Sam scowled. “No, they're not gorgeous. They're two weeks’ worth of savings down the drain. Alyssa, we talked about this.”
Aly put on a crestfallen face. “I guess I screwed up again, huh?”
“Yeah, Aly. You did.”
She caught her lower lip between her teeth and looked up at him from underneath her lashes. Damn, Aly was good at this.
“Are you going to spank me?” she asked softly.
Sam did a double take. He looked pointedly at Capri, then arched a brow at his wife. Aly waved a hand in Capri’s direction.
“Don't mind Capri. I told you, we share everything. She knows all about my spankings.”
Sam went from surprised to looking downright shocked. “Does she? Well then, I guess she won't mind if I take you upstairs right now to give you the spanking you so richly deserve?”
Aly’s eyes went wide. “Right now?”
“Right now. The spanking I have in mind for you won't wait.” He turned his gaze on Capri. “I hope you won't mind if dinner is a little late?”
“Of course not,” Capri murmured.
She could hardly wait until Sam led Aly upstairs so she could follow. The fact that he knew she knew Aly was going to get spanked was so damn sexy she could barely stand it.
Aly hung back when Sam took her hand. “I don't think I should be the only one getting spanked, Sam. Capri is way more to blame for this than I am. I wasn't going to buy the shoes, but she said it was none of your business what I do with my money. I tried to tell her we were saving up to remodel the kitchen, but she was in full I-amwoman-hear-me-roar mode and wouldn't let up. The whole store was looking at us, including the security guard. I ended up buying the shoes just to keep us from being tossed out. If I’m getting spanked, so should she.”
Capri gaped. What the hell was Aly saying, this was all her fault That hadn't been the plan.
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Sunday, May 20, 2012
You need a male & female squash???
This Erotic Romance Author just learned how to procreate squashes, LOL.
So now I guess I need to go find some females before all my blooms are gone.
Hope everyone has a great Sunday!! Stay Happy and Keep Reading!!
C~
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Wednesday, May 16, 2012
New Cover! A COP, HIS WIFE AND HER BEST FRIEND!
Got my cover for A COP, HIS WIFE AND HER BEST FRIEND, the third book in my hot Badge Bunnies Series, and I love it! Gemini Judson is the artist!
Capri Faraday hasn't seen her old college roommate in years, so she's thrilled to be able to spend her vacation with Aly and her hot, hunky cop husband, Sam. When she gets to Tampa, she sees a side of her friend she's never seen before - her backside, while Aly is draped over Sam's knee getting a spanking. Capri is stunned. She's even more shocked to discover that watching Aly get her bottom warmed turns her on like crazy.
After Aly confesses she likes getting spanked for being a bad girl, Capri talks her friend into doing something naughty just so she can watch Sam redden her derriere again. But when it comes out that Capri was behind the whole thing, she finds herself bare-bottomed and getting spanked alongside her best friend. If she thought watching Aly getting a spanking got her hot and bothered, that's nothing compared to getting one herself!
Coming soon to Amazon, B&N and ARe!
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Paige
Capri Faraday hasn't seen her old college roommate in years, so she's thrilled to be able to spend her vacation with Aly and her hot, hunky cop husband, Sam. When she gets to Tampa, she sees a side of her friend she's never seen before - her backside, while Aly is draped over Sam's knee getting a spanking. Capri is stunned. She's even more shocked to discover that watching Aly get her bottom warmed turns her on like crazy.
After Aly confesses she likes getting spanked for being a bad girl, Capri talks her friend into doing something naughty just so she can watch Sam redden her derriere again. But when it comes out that Capri was behind the whole thing, she finds herself bare-bottomed and getting spanked alongside her best friend. If she thought watching Aly getting a spanking got her hot and bothered, that's nothing compared to getting one herself!
Coming soon to Amazon, B&N and ARe!
*hugs*
Paige
"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Mother's Day 2012
Happy Mother's day to all you Mother's out there :-)Being a mother is a wonderful thing. Being caring, nurturing, strong and giving unconditional love to your children.
Ok, so there's no book that comes with kids or how to raise them, LOL. I knew that before I had my son. You have to love the fly by your pants, am I doing this right feeling and go with your gut. Ok, so maybe not in the moment of something happening, but look back in a few years.
Being a mother is the greatest of joys! I love him, have his back and yes will reprimand him if he does something wrong. (My 16 year old has only been grounded twice, he doesn't like my grounding rules. Hehehe)
To me, being a mother means always being there for your children. I would never treat my child as if they were a stranger off the road. If they've done wrong even as an adult we're still mother's and even though we may handle the situation differently once they hit adult hood, our children will most likely still look to us for advice, even though they most likely won't say that's what they're doing. Because come on, admit it, us mother's were once their age right :-) we have some experience or hopefully the wisdom of how to deal with situations.
What hurts me is how some mother's treat their children.
A good friend of mine has been hurt numerous times by her mother.
Now my friend isn't perfection by any means of the word, but she's a good, hardworking mom who has tried to keep the peace with her mother so the already breaking relationship her son has with his grandmother doesn't completely break.
When my friend received a call in 2010 from a cousin crying and asking "why do you hate me so much?" My friend had enough. Apparently her mother who was on her way home and moving her oldest daughter and family down with her, decided to cause some issues.
Now my friend hadn't talked to her sister in, I think four years because of some falling out. (Actually to think about it I'm pretty sure the other two sisters and a brother don't speak to the mother or oldest anymore either.) Anyway, the sister emailed this cousin saying really bad stuff that my friend was supposed to have said and her mother backed her up on all the lies.
My friend's mother admitted to these lies to her daughter when my friend called her up asking her what the hell she was doing? Her mother's response (I was sitting there) was she just wanted to save 'her' face in front of others, because she's been the one going around saying all the nasty stuff and she didn't want to admit to it, so she said my friend had been doing it all.
This mother causes drama when ever she's around because she needs to be the center of attention, (OH yes, have witnessed this first hand) has spread rumors about my friend because her mother wanted to look big in the eyes of her oldest daughter.
Hate to say it but in the eyes of the world, she looked very small and petty.
Needless to say my friend doesn't associate much with her mother anymore, and said she's not emailing her or sending her a mother's day card. Can't say that I blame her.
She sends her happy birthday emails. She's still her mother and my friend loves her but she's sick of being hurt, used and manipulated by the one person who's supposed to love her unconditionally.
I have learned from this situation and so hasn't my friend. We know what kind of mother we do not want to be.
I love my son, I would die for my son, I will protect my son with all the meanness of a momma grizzly and comfort him with great big bear hugs.
As quoted:
Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother. ~Oprah Winfrey
A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie. ~Tenneva Jordan
When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child. ~Sophia Loren, Women and Beauty
I hope everyone has a great and lovely day!!!!
C~
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Thursday, May 10, 2012
Very Special Guest - Stacey Joy Netzel & Book Giveaway!
Whether you're a big fan of Stacey Joy Netzel's books or you haven't read anything by her yet, you're in for a treat. Not only is she a beautiful writer who pens some of the most heartwarming, well-written romances on the market, she is a beautiful lady inside and out. I'm thrilled to bring Stacey here today. I know you'll love her and her writing as much as I do.
And here she is:
Happy Thursday, everyone! I’d like to thank Wendi for having me here today. (I’ll be at work most of the day but will be checking comments when I get home.)
I’ve blogged on this topic before, but because I love animals, I thought I’d briefly talk about animals in books. I love adding them for the comic relief some of them add, or to reveal a soft side to a tough character, be it male or female. My books have contained dogs, cats, horses…and then the not so common toads, raccoon, cougar and in my most recent book MORE THAN A KISS, ducks.
Yep, ducks. Or more accurately, ducklings. My heroine is tasked with interviewing a man who rescued some ducklings on the highway, only to become their rescue-er herself when the guy is upset he isn’t getting more than 5 minutes of fame. Here’s an excerpt from MORE THAN A KISS when Sadie and Zach take the little guys to the wildlife sanctuary.
When a kiss...
All reporter Sadie Barton wants is to be taken seriously and judged on her own merits, not her stepfather’s money. She and her actress sister left Wisconsin to get out from under his controlling thumb and leave behind the malicious whispers that they’re no better than their gold-digging mother. But California isn’t all sun and fun, and paying the rent while trying to prove herself is harder than she ever imagined.
...is more than a kiss...
Something about Sadie drew self-made millionaire Zach Robinson—and it wasn’t just the amazing kiss they shared as impromptu actors in his company's commercial. He’s used to women being interested in his wealth, and Sadie’s fierce independence is an enticing breath of fresh air. He’s falling fast—until his brother suggests acting runs in her family and Sadie might not be exactly what she seems...
EXCERPT:
Zach stood back, shoulders hunched, hands shoved in his front pockets while she started the car. The engine sputtered to life, chugged a few times, backfired once, then died. Her next attempt turned the engine over a couple times, then all he heard was a series of clicks and muted quacks through the back window.
He rocked back on his heels, thinking maybe his wait wouldn’t be as long as he’d expected. Her final try completely killed what was left of the battery, and Zach stepped forward to rap his knuckle on the glass before opening her door once more.
“Your battery is shot.”
“Of course it is.”
Giving her no chance to wallow in the embarrassment staining her cheeks, he had the box of ducks in his arms by the time she exited the front seat. When he started toward his convertible instead of her apartment building, she stuttered to a stop.
“Where are you going?”
“We are going to the wildlife sanctuary.”
“I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You’re not—I’m offering. As long as you come with me.”
She moved closer to his vehicle as he deposited the ducks in the back. “Don’t you have a date tonight?”
“She turned me down. Twice.”
That only slowed her down for about three seconds. “No get together with friends or parties to go to?”
“Nope.” None that interested him as much as her, anyway.
She crossed her arms over her chest and eyed him with suspicion. “You seriously expect me to believe you’ve got nothing better to do on a Friday night than help me with ducks?”
He held open the Mustang’s passenger side door for her. “You’re not trying to imply I’m pathetic, are you?”
“No.” With a resigned sigh and the barest a hint of a smile, she slid into the convertible. “Can’t do that without implicating myself.”
“Good point.” Zach rounded the front of the car and vaulted behind the wheel with practiced ease. “So, where is this place?”
“The Wildlife Waystation. It’s an animal rescue off Little Tujunga Canyon Road in the Angeles National Forest.”
She pulled a sheet of paper from her purse and soon they were following the exact directions from the address he keyed into his phone.
“Are you a California native?” she asked after a few miles.
“Born and raised. How about you?”
“Gemma and I moved here from Wisconsin in February.”
“Ah, the other dairy state.”
“The best dairy state,” she corrected.
“According to the commercials, our cows are happier.”
“Commercials don’t exactly show things the way they really are.”
Zach recalled their visible chemistry on screen and slid her a glance. “And sometimes they do.”
She didn’t have an immediate comeback for that. In fact, she completely avoided looking in his direction, tucking her windblown curls behind her ears while focusing her attention on the purse in her lap. Out of nowhere, she asked, “What’s your favorite color?”
“Red. You?”
“Blue. Favorite ice cream?”
What was this...twenty questions? Okay, fine, he’d play. It was certainly better than silence.
Flipping on his blinker, he switched lanes and maneuvered around a mini-van and a big black Escalade. “Baskin Robins Gold Medal Ribbon. Y—”
“Favorite sports team?”
“Wait, hold on, what’s your favorite ice cream?”
“I ask the questions, not you.”
He looked over to see she’d pulled out a small notebook and a pen. Now the game made sense and he bit back a smile. She’d changed her mind.
“So we’re starting on the interview already?”
“Why wait until Monday when we can start now, right?”
“Right. Sure.” He returned to the former question to demonstrate his cooperation. “Which sport? Football? Baseball? Hockey? Basketball?”
“Might as well give me all of them. Never know what the readers will want.”
They certainly wouldn’t care about a rundown of his favorite things, but he didn’t tell little miss Julie Andrews that. Instead he added to the list. “49er’s, Dodgers, L.A. Kings, and the Lakers.”
“California all the way.”
“Born and raised, remember? Are you a sports fan?”
“I watch the Packers, and I’ve been to a few Brewers games, but I wouldn’t consider myself a fan in the fanatical sense.”
“No cheese head for you?”
“Uh-uh. Moving on...what’s your favorite movie?”
“Too many to pick just one.”
After a contemplative glance, she said, “Considering your business, I’ll let that slide. Do you read?”
“I’m not illiterate if that’s what you’re asking.”
“You know I’m not. What genre do you read?”
“I probably shouldn’t tell you this...”
She tapped her pencil expectantly when he didn’t finish the sentence.
“Okay, fine,” he said, pretending resignation. “After a long day at the office, I’ve been known to enjoy a good, steamy romance.”
“I’m talking about books, not your love life.”
“So am I.”
Zach spotted the sign for the wildlife sanctuary and switched lanes for the exit for Modjeska Canyon Road. Sadie watched him, not the road. Only there was no surprise in her expression, just skepticism.
“This is going to be over real quick if you’re just going to mess with me.”
“You’re more than welcome to come back to my place and check out my bookshelves,” he invited. Her gaze narrowed as he slowed to make the turn at the bottom of the ramp.
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“Hey, I’m just making sure you can see I’m being honest here. And to be completely accurate, you should also note that mysteries and thrillers are my true favorites.”
She scribbled in her notebook. There was a brief pause, then she asked, “Boxers or briefs?”
That question surprised a chuckle from him. “Now who’s messing with who?”
“It’s a legitimate question,” she replied with a hint of defensiveness.
“Bikini, thong or granny panties?” he countered.
“Questions from you are not part of this deal, remember?”
“I didn’t say anything when you asked about my favorite color, or what kind of ice cream I like, but trust me, Sadie, no one is going to care about my underwear.”
“Trust me, Zach, one look at your picture and there are plenty of women who will want to know. Especially once they also find out you’re single, rich, and you enjoy a good, steamy romance.”
His pulse gave a little leap. Had she just told him she thought he was good-looking? Things were definitely looking up. He decided to extend the fun a little bit, especially since she’d introduced such a promising subject. Plus, for some illogical reason, this word play didn’t make him nervous like when he’d asked her to dinner.
“Why? It’s just underwear.”
“Why do men like lingerie?” she shot back. “Or thongs for that matter? It’s just underwear.”
He snorted as he guided the convertible into a parking space. “That’s like saying the Superbowl is just another football game.”
“And women can’t look at men the same way?”
“Like we’re the Superbowl? Hmm, I like that idea.” He shut off the car and removed the keys from the ignition before shifting in his seat to face Sadie. “Any chance you might be one of those women who’s interested in what’s under my pants?”
Her cheeks flushed bright red as if she’d been out in the sun too long. “I just ask the questions.”
“Why this question?”
She shoved her things in her purse to open her car door, and Zach quickly pushed up in his seat as she got out. He swung his legs over his door while pocketing the keys. When Sadie leaned over the side for the box in the back seat without answering, Zach pulled it out of her reach. The ducks squawked, feet thumping against the cardboard as they struggled to keep their balance.
“Sadie?”
She lifted her chin stubbornly. “Answer my question and I’ll answer yours.”
Ducklings in hand, he joined her on the other side of the car and they walked toward the main building. “I don’t think so.”
“You said I could ask you anything,” she accused. “That you’d be an open book if I did the interview.”
“I didn’t expect you to ask about my...” He paused when a couple of kids ran past, then lowered his voice as they entered the building. “...underwear.”
Sadie nodded to an older lady down at the end of the hall, then leaned her elbow and forearm on the counter, hand dangling over the edge as she faced Zach.
“Tell me, Mr. Robinson, if you can’t answer a simple personal question now, what’s it going to be like when I’m at your office asking the tough questions?”
~*~
Thank you for reading!! I’m giving away a copy of the book today and all you have to do is tell me: What’s been your favorite animal to have appeared in a book?
If you don’t win today, but would still like a copy of the book, you can get it at any of these places:
More Than A Kiss
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Stacey Joy Netzel
Blog and Website: www.StaceyJoyNetzel.com
Rugged Heroes ~ Resilient Heroines ~ Heartwarming Romance
Stacey Joy Netzel fell in love with books at a young age, so for her the graduation to writing them was natural. An avid reader and fan of movies with a happily ever after, she lives in her native Wisconsin with her husband and three children, a couple horses and some barn cats. She works part-time as a travel agent, and in her limited free time enjoys gardening, canning, and visiting her parents in Northeastern Wisconsin (Up North) at their cabin on the lake.
Her newest release is the contemporary romance, More Than a Kiss, but for romantic suspense you can check out Lost In Italy, and her Colorado Trust Series, Trust in the Lawe, Shattered Trust, and Shadowed Trust. Other titles include Ditched Again, Welcome to Redemption Series (books 2,4,6), Chasin’ Mason, Dragonfly Dreams, If Tombstones Could Talk, and her Christmas anthology, Mistletoe Rules, which took 1st place in WisRWA's 2010 Write Touch Readers' Award.
**Duckling photo courtesy of Free Stock Photos
And here she is:
Happy Thursday, everyone! I’d like to thank Wendi for having me here today. (I’ll be at work most of the day but will be checking comments when I get home.)
I’ve blogged on this topic before, but because I love animals, I thought I’d briefly talk about animals in books. I love adding them for the comic relief some of them add, or to reveal a soft side to a tough character, be it male or female. My books have contained dogs, cats, horses…and then the not so common toads, raccoon, cougar and in my most recent book MORE THAN A KISS, ducks.
When a kiss...
All reporter Sadie Barton wants is to be taken seriously and judged on her own merits, not her stepfather’s money. She and her actress sister left Wisconsin to get out from under his controlling thumb and leave behind the malicious whispers that they’re no better than their gold-digging mother. But California isn’t all sun and fun, and paying the rent while trying to prove herself is harder than she ever imagined.
...is more than a kiss...
Something about Sadie drew self-made millionaire Zach Robinson—and it wasn’t just the amazing kiss they shared as impromptu actors in his company's commercial. He’s used to women being interested in his wealth, and Sadie’s fierce independence is an enticing breath of fresh air. He’s falling fast—until his brother suggests acting runs in her family and Sadie might not be exactly what she seems...
EXCERPT:
Zach stood back, shoulders hunched, hands shoved in his front pockets while she started the car. The engine sputtered to life, chugged a few times, backfired once, then died. Her next attempt turned the engine over a couple times, then all he heard was a series of clicks and muted quacks through the back window.
He rocked back on his heels, thinking maybe his wait wouldn’t be as long as he’d expected. Her final try completely killed what was left of the battery, and Zach stepped forward to rap his knuckle on the glass before opening her door once more.
“Your battery is shot.”
“Of course it is.”
Giving her no chance to wallow in the embarrassment staining her cheeks, he had the box of ducks in his arms by the time she exited the front seat. When he started toward his convertible instead of her apartment building, she stuttered to a stop.
“Where are you going?”
“We are going to the wildlife sanctuary.”
“I can’t ask you to do that.”
“You’re not—I’m offering. As long as you come with me.”
She moved closer to his vehicle as he deposited the ducks in the back. “Don’t you have a date tonight?”
“She turned me down. Twice.”
That only slowed her down for about three seconds. “No get together with friends or parties to go to?”
“Nope.” None that interested him as much as her, anyway.
She crossed her arms over her chest and eyed him with suspicion. “You seriously expect me to believe you’ve got nothing better to do on a Friday night than help me with ducks?”
He held open the Mustang’s passenger side door for her. “You’re not trying to imply I’m pathetic, are you?”
“No.” With a resigned sigh and the barest a hint of a smile, she slid into the convertible. “Can’t do that without implicating myself.”
“Good point.” Zach rounded the front of the car and vaulted behind the wheel with practiced ease. “So, where is this place?”
“The Wildlife Waystation. It’s an animal rescue off Little Tujunga Canyon Road in the Angeles National Forest.”
She pulled a sheet of paper from her purse and soon they were following the exact directions from the address he keyed into his phone.
“Are you a California native?” she asked after a few miles.
“Born and raised. How about you?”
“Gemma and I moved here from Wisconsin in February.”
“Ah, the other dairy state.”
“The best dairy state,” she corrected.
“According to the commercials, our cows are happier.”
“Commercials don’t exactly show things the way they really are.”
Zach recalled their visible chemistry on screen and slid her a glance. “And sometimes they do.”
She didn’t have an immediate comeback for that. In fact, she completely avoided looking in his direction, tucking her windblown curls behind her ears while focusing her attention on the purse in her lap. Out of nowhere, she asked, “What’s your favorite color?”
“Red. You?”
“Blue. Favorite ice cream?”
What was this...twenty questions? Okay, fine, he’d play. It was certainly better than silence.
Flipping on his blinker, he switched lanes and maneuvered around a mini-van and a big black Escalade. “Baskin Robins Gold Medal Ribbon. Y—”
“Favorite sports team?”
“Wait, hold on, what’s your favorite ice cream?”
“I ask the questions, not you.”
He looked over to see she’d pulled out a small notebook and a pen. Now the game made sense and he bit back a smile. She’d changed her mind.
“So we’re starting on the interview already?”
“Why wait until Monday when we can start now, right?”
“Right. Sure.” He returned to the former question to demonstrate his cooperation. “Which sport? Football? Baseball? Hockey? Basketball?”
“Might as well give me all of them. Never know what the readers will want.”
They certainly wouldn’t care about a rundown of his favorite things, but he didn’t tell little miss Julie Andrews that. Instead he added to the list. “49er’s, Dodgers, L.A. Kings, and the Lakers.”
“California all the way.”
“Born and raised, remember? Are you a sports fan?”
“I watch the Packers, and I’ve been to a few Brewers games, but I wouldn’t consider myself a fan in the fanatical sense.”
“No cheese head for you?”
“Uh-uh. Moving on...what’s your favorite movie?”
“Too many to pick just one.”
After a contemplative glance, she said, “Considering your business, I’ll let that slide. Do you read?”
“I’m not illiterate if that’s what you’re asking.”
“You know I’m not. What genre do you read?”
“I probably shouldn’t tell you this...”
She tapped her pencil expectantly when he didn’t finish the sentence.
“Okay, fine,” he said, pretending resignation. “After a long day at the office, I’ve been known to enjoy a good, steamy romance.”
“I’m talking about books, not your love life.”
“So am I.”
Zach spotted the sign for the wildlife sanctuary and switched lanes for the exit for Modjeska Canyon Road. Sadie watched him, not the road. Only there was no surprise in her expression, just skepticism.
“This is going to be over real quick if you’re just going to mess with me.”
“You’re more than welcome to come back to my place and check out my bookshelves,” he invited. Her gaze narrowed as he slowed to make the turn at the bottom of the ramp.
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“Hey, I’m just making sure you can see I’m being honest here. And to be completely accurate, you should also note that mysteries and thrillers are my true favorites.”
She scribbled in her notebook. There was a brief pause, then she asked, “Boxers or briefs?”
That question surprised a chuckle from him. “Now who’s messing with who?”
“It’s a legitimate question,” she replied with a hint of defensiveness.
“Bikini, thong or granny panties?” he countered.
“Questions from you are not part of this deal, remember?”
“I didn’t say anything when you asked about my favorite color, or what kind of ice cream I like, but trust me, Sadie, no one is going to care about my underwear.”
“Trust me, Zach, one look at your picture and there are plenty of women who will want to know. Especially once they also find out you’re single, rich, and you enjoy a good, steamy romance.”
His pulse gave a little leap. Had she just told him she thought he was good-looking? Things were definitely looking up. He decided to extend the fun a little bit, especially since she’d introduced such a promising subject. Plus, for some illogical reason, this word play didn’t make him nervous like when he’d asked her to dinner.
“Why? It’s just underwear.”
“Why do men like lingerie?” she shot back. “Or thongs for that matter? It’s just underwear.”
He snorted as he guided the convertible into a parking space. “That’s like saying the Superbowl is just another football game.”
“And women can’t look at men the same way?”
“Like we’re the Superbowl? Hmm, I like that idea.” He shut off the car and removed the keys from the ignition before shifting in his seat to face Sadie. “Any chance you might be one of those women who’s interested in what’s under my pants?”
Her cheeks flushed bright red as if she’d been out in the sun too long. “I just ask the questions.”
“Why this question?”
She shoved her things in her purse to open her car door, and Zach quickly pushed up in his seat as she got out. He swung his legs over his door while pocketing the keys. When Sadie leaned over the side for the box in the back seat without answering, Zach pulled it out of her reach. The ducks squawked, feet thumping against the cardboard as they struggled to keep their balance.
“Sadie?”
She lifted her chin stubbornly. “Answer my question and I’ll answer yours.”
Ducklings in hand, he joined her on the other side of the car and they walked toward the main building. “I don’t think so.”
“You said I could ask you anything,” she accused. “That you’d be an open book if I did the interview.”
“I didn’t expect you to ask about my...” He paused when a couple of kids ran past, then lowered his voice as they entered the building. “...underwear.”
Sadie nodded to an older lady down at the end of the hall, then leaned her elbow and forearm on the counter, hand dangling over the edge as she faced Zach.
“Tell me, Mr. Robinson, if you can’t answer a simple personal question now, what’s it going to be like when I’m at your office asking the tough questions?”
~*~
Thank you for reading!! I’m giving away a copy of the book today and all you have to do is tell me: What’s been your favorite animal to have appeared in a book?
If you don’t win today, but would still like a copy of the book, you can get it at any of these places:
More Than A Kiss
Smashwords, All Romance eBooks
Stacey Joy Netzel
Blog and Website: www.StaceyJoyNetzel.com
Rugged Heroes ~ Resilient Heroines ~ Heartwarming Romance
Stacey Joy Netzel fell in love with books at a young age, so for her the graduation to writing them was natural. An avid reader and fan of movies with a happily ever after, she lives in her native Wisconsin with her husband and three children, a couple horses and some barn cats. She works part-time as a travel agent, and in her limited free time enjoys gardening, canning, and visiting her parents in Northeastern Wisconsin (Up North) at their cabin on the lake.
Her newest release is the contemporary romance, More Than a Kiss, but for romantic suspense you can check out Lost In Italy, and her Colorado Trust Series, Trust in the Lawe, Shattered Trust, and Shadowed Trust. Other titles include Ditched Again, Welcome to Redemption Series (books 2,4,6), Chasin’ Mason, Dragonfly Dreams, If Tombstones Could Talk, and her Christmas anthology, Mistletoe Rules, which took 1st place in WisRWA's 2010 Write Touch Readers' Award.
**Duckling photo courtesy of Free Stock Photos
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
New Romance Trading Cards!
I had some new Romance Trading Cards made up so I wanted to share! Artist Gemini Judson did both the cover and card designs. Love 'em!
They'll be in the Goodie Bags at Lori Foster's Get Together!
If you want to read some sexy excerpts from the books, check out my website at http://www.paigtylertheauthor.com
*hugs*
Paige
"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"
http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com
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They'll be in the Goodie Bags at Lori Foster's Get Together!
If you want to read some sexy excerpts from the books, check out my website at http://www.paigtylertheauthor.com
*hugs*
Paige
"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"
http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com
http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com
Monday, May 7, 2012
Guest Author - M.S. Spencer!
Murders, misdirection, misfits, and
miscreants—needlepoint artist Milo Everhart has her hands full. Can love blossom
out of chaos?
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My latest release takes place in Old Town Alexandria, an
historic cobblestoned city on the Potomac River in Virginia. It follows the adventures of several artists
at the Torpedo Factory Art Center. An old munitions factory on the waterfront,
it lay abandoned after World War II until the 1970s, when an intrepid band of
local ladies convinced the City of Alexandria to lease it to them for an art
center. Today it houses 82 studios, the Art League, the Friends of the Torpedo
Factory, and an Archaeology center.
Artful Dodging: The Torpedo Factory Murders
Released April, 2012, Secret Cravings Publishing
eBook, 65,000 words; M/F; 3 flames; ISBN
978-1-61885-250-2
Romantic Suspense/Murder Mystery
Buy Links:
AllRomanceEBooks:
http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-artfuldodgingthetorpedofactorymurders-786812-152.html
BLURB:
Waiting out the rain, Milo Everhart takes stock of her
widowhood and the handsome man standing in the door to the bar. Little does she know she will meet that man
again and again under both passionate and terrifying circumstances.
Tristram Brody waits for his date, too conscious of the
beautiful woman sitting by the door. Little does he know that she will hate him
for trying to destroy her beloved art center, and even suspect him of murder.
Nor that she will be drawn inevitably into his arms.
Little does either of them suspect they will be embroiled
in not one, but two murders, in which the fate of the Torpedo Factory, an art
center housed in an old munitions factory on the waterfront in Old Town
Alexandria, will be decided.
EXCERPT: THE
FIRST DATE (PG)
The sleet had tapered off, and the moon began its stroll across the
cumulus highway as Milo entered the restaurant. She passed through the dining
room to the cozy bar in the back. Tristram sat in one of the overstuffed club
chairs. He saw her and waved to the bartender.
“Jack Daniels?”
“Sure.”
He ordered drinks and a plate of assorted cheeses.
Three hours, four more rounds, and two more cheese plates later, Milo
figured she’d better start asking Tristram some questions. But she didn’t
really feel like it. She felt like she knew enough already, so she settled for
gazing into his deep green eyes and smiling inanely. Which was okay because
apparently that’s what Tristram had settled for too. Milo realized with a jolt that
no one had said anything for at least five minutes. Come on, Milo. You’re too old for crushes.
“I really must be going. It’s been very…”
He reached across the table, put a gentle hand on her neck, and brought
her into blissful contact with his lips. “Nice.”
She realigned her jaw and her heart and rose a little shakily. “Um.”
He jumped up. “I’ll walk you to your car.”
“I…okay.”
They walked stiffly out of the bar, stumbling only once on the threshold.
Tristram steadied her. A few minutes later they broke apart to take a breath. The
sidewalk had cleared during the evening, and they were alone. He took her back
into his arms and kissed her, moving his tongue around the inside of her lips
and making slurping noises as though she tasted like a chocolate milkshake.
He pulled away but held onto her hand. “Let’s go home.”
She let him lead her down King Street to a black Jaguar, and they drove
in silence the few blocks to Lee Street. The moon rode high over a little
terraced park. They watched it float a minute, then Tristram took her hand
again and they went inside.
BIOGRAPHY
Although M. S. Spencer has lived
in Chicago, Boston, New York, France, Morocco, Turkey, Egypt, and England, the
last 30 years have been spent mostly in Washington, D.C. as a librarian,
Congressional staff assistant, speechwriter, editor, birdwatcher, kayaker,
policy wonk, non-profit director and parent.
Ms. Spencer has published five best
selling contemporary romance novels. Lost
in His Arms is set in the spinning world of 1991 when countries fell like
flies and a CIA fixer had his hands full. In Lost and Found we follow a desperate wife searching the wilds of
Maine for the husband who disappeared. Losers
Keepers is a tale of love, lust and treachery set on the island of
Chincoteague. Triptych tells of jealousy
and intrigue high above the Potomac River. Her latest release is Artful Dodging: the Torpedo Factory Murders,
in which Milo Everhart, artist, meets her match in lawyer Tristram Brodie on
the battleground of the old munitions factory turned art center called the
Torpedo Factory.
CONTACTS:
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Sunday, May 6, 2012
St. Augustine, FL.
The City Gates of St. Augustine, FL.
People have said, there's a little girl spirit named Elizabeth who's frequently seen here, so if you see her...Say Hi.
Sorry about no post last week.
I was on a weekend get away to St. Augustine, FL. with my man and what a peaceful, relaxing time it was.
I think I'm going to put my request in now :-) for a twice a year adventure :-) Although next year it will be honeymoon time, hehehehe.
We had a beautiful bay-front balcony at our hotel near the Lions Bridge and guess who was in town that weekend...The Bounty. Now we didn't go on it, because I was to busy shopping :-). What can I say right? :-).
We did go on the Ghosts and Gravestones tours late Friday night. It was pretty entertaining and they did tell some good scary facts about St. Augustine. We toured the old jail at night which was pretty interesting. Now I didn't see or hear anything, but sometimes that's how it goes. (I was hoping!!) But I was the only one who answered when asked...what an EVP (Electronic Voice Phenomenon) is, Thank you Ghost Adventures (my son and I watch you every Friday night)!! :-)
Next time, I want to do the light house tour at night :-)
We ate at a couple of different places but I have to say Harry's is the best!! We had dinner and then went back for lunch the next day. Great food, great service. Now don't let it scare you if you don't like spicy Cajun Louisiana food, they have other options that are mouth watering!! And the Harry's Special (Drink) was pretty good as well. LOL.
Hope everyone has a great Sunday!! Happy reading and...I have a MEGA BOOK publishing with Whiskey Creek Press Torrid this September!! Woo-Hoo!!
Love ya all!!
C~
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Back in the Top 100!
Squee!
KARLEIGH'S COWBOYS and AND THE RANCH HAND MAKES THREE are back on the Top 100 at Amazon!
So excited! My readers rock!
http://www.amazon.com/Karleighs-Cowboys-ebook/dp/B005CWFKKQ/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1335880237&sr=1-2
http://www.amazon.com/Ranch-Sequel-Karleighs-Cowboys-ebook/dp/B005UGFOCI/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1335405828&sr=1-1
*hugs*
Paige
"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"
http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com
http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com
KARLEIGH'S COWBOYS and AND THE RANCH HAND MAKES THREE are back on the Top 100 at Amazon!
So excited! My readers rock!
http://www.amazon.com/Karleighs-Cowboys-ebook/dp/B005CWFKKQ/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1335880237&sr=1-2
http://www.amazon.com/Ranch-Sequel-Karleighs-Cowboys-ebook/dp/B005UGFOCI/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1335405828&sr=1-1
*hugs*
Paige
"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"
http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com
http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com
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