Saturday, November 2, 2013

My Sexy Saturday

This week...let's explore something dark and creepy.  Creepy can be sexy...and dreams can provide all kinds of psychological insight into a character.  In this scene from my paranormal WIP "Under the Granite Lies", Lauren dreams of someone who left an impression on her at a masquerade party. 

But, is it really a dream?

     “Lauren…”  I heard again.
 
     I took a deep breath and walked toward the front door of the cabin, opening it and peering out into the darkness.  White tendrils of mist snaked out toward me from the thick grove of pine trees.  I stood in the doorway as the misty fingers enveloped my legs, caressing them, beckoning me to the woods.  I obeyed.
 
     I stepped cautiously towards the edge of the woods and paused.  There was a shaft of light reaching down from the moon toward something in the center of the patch of woods.  I took another deep breath and stepped between the trees.  My feet were bare, yet I couldn’t feel the ground under my feet as I walked, the mist provided a smooth plush carpet beneath each step. 
 
     Whispers echoed between the trees as I walked.  It could have easily been a breeze, but I knew it was not.  I could feel eyes on me, from every angle, like daggers as I walked closer to the beam of light.  The whispers on the wind grew louder the closer I got to the light and it seemed as if the  trees were closing in around me.  I imagined sinister hands reaching out for me as they had for Snow White when she ran through the woods.
 
     A hush fell as the trees opened to reveal the same stump I had seen there before, with the beam of light focused on it.  But covering the stump was the cloth. 
 
     I knelt, the tendrils of mist snaking up my body, intertwining in my hair and lifting it around me like Medusa’s snakes.  The only sound was a hushed hum through the treetops.  I reached out and took a corner of the cloth, slowly pulling it down.  Like silk, it slid silently off the stump, revealing the wolf mask staring back at me with empty eyes.  I couldn’t help but wince, expecting to be pounced upon at any moment by the unseen forces in the trees.  I picked up the mask and held it in my hands, looking into the hollow eyes. 
Johnathan.
 
 
 
    My Sexy Saturday ( http://www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ ) is a place for authors to showcase snippets of their sexy works with 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs.
 

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Questions...?

Do you recall how your interest in writing originated? 
I was on a camping trip to Zion National Park with my grandparents when I was about 8 years old.  We sat down to eat and a rabbit came to watch us.  My grandmother suggested I try to write a poem about him, thus my first poem entitled “Dinner with a Hare” was composed that very day. 
 

Monday, October 14, 2013

THIS...

THIS is happening THIS weekend....
 
 
And...I've got my roomie selected, the room booked, a masquerade mask picked out, and, and, and....that's about it. 
 
I need to do lots of things in the next few days!

Saturday, October 12, 2013

My Sexy Saturday

Small gestures are sometimes as sexy as big ones, and just as meaningful.  In this snippet from a work in progress, a little hand holding causes some major fireworks...especially since they're breaking all the "rules". 

     I felt his hand next to mine again. The skin of our hands touching again, I couldn’t breathe, and this time I knew that it wasn’t an accident.  I could still hear the music, barely.  The skin on the side of my hand was so painfully aware of his that everyone in the entire theatre had to know, I was sure of it.  I felt like a police helicopter spotlight was right on us. 

     His fingers lifted. 

     It’s over.

     But no, his fingers lifted, and his hand turned towards mine.  Ever so softly his fingers slid down the side of my hand.  Once, then again.  I was motionless, my eyes closed.  If someone had seen me they would have thought it was the music that enraptured me. 

     His fingers lightly stroked the back of my hand, and then closed over it.  It was excruciating.  I felt silly as a school girl for being so swept up in something as simple as a touch!

     I breathed in and out, purposefully, and looked around.  Everyone still seemed blissfully unaware of our secret.  I slowly turned my hand palm up, as best as I could at that angle, feeling his skin move along mine as I did.  His fingers laced within mine, and as the soprano reached the crescendo, he gripped my hand a little firmer that I had expected, but I wasn’t complaining.  The song ended, and the standing ovation had already begun by the time we finally released ourselves back to the present. 



     My Sexy Saturday ( http://www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ ) is a place for authors to showcase snippets of their sexy works with 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs.
 

Saturday, September 28, 2013

My Sexy Saturday

     Hello all!  Yes, I’ve missed a few weeks of “My Sexy Saturday”.  Real life got in the way for awhile, but now I’m back…and with good news!  I have a manuscript for a novella that has been accepted at a publishing house, and is due to be released in February 2014!  This week’s snippet is from that manuscript…so it’s super hush-hush/top-secret stuff. 

     “Come live with me.”
     I leaned back, the stunned look on my face probably said more than any words could have.
     “Come stay with me for awhile.  A few weeks, maybe,” he implored.
     Not live with you?  Freudian slip much?  “In Flagstaff?”  It was the only place that I knew of him living, and it sounded fine.
     He smiled.  “No.  Somewhere else.”
     I wrinkled my brow again.  Stop confusing me.
     “I’ve been busy.  I have a new house.”
     My Sexy Saturday ( http://www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ ) is a place for authors to showcase snippets of their sexy works with 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs.
 

Saturday, September 7, 2013

My Sexy Saturday

My Sexy Saturday ( http://www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ ) provides a great place for authors to showcase snippets of their work in 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs.  Discover some new authors to follow!

This week's snippet is from my WIP "Under the Granite Lies".  The set up is that J (who is a  werewolf), has just killed his father (who was also a werewolf, and a very evil one at that).  In the aftermath, J has taken Lauren, whom is in his protective care, to the African savannah to hide out with him for a few months while the dust settles.

     He leaned close to me, and pointed to it from my line of sight. 
 
     “The great hunter, Orion, and his dog next to him,” he said then relaxed back in his camp chair, reaching his hand down to scratch Charlie’s enormous feline head as the lion snoozed at his feet. 

     “Where did you learn about the stars?” I asked. 

     “My father.  Orion was his middle name.  Claus Orion Hildegard.  When I was a boy, he would show Orion to me, with his dog, Sirius, next to him and tell me I was his dog.  He said that I would always be in his shadow, that I would never be as good as him.”  He unscrewed his flask and took another long sip.  A log in the campfire popped, and Charlie's  left front paw twitched.

     I said nothing.  I felt sympathy wash over me as I remembered that J had killed his father only a few short days before.  Claus was an awful, evil man, but he was also his father.  He was his only blood family.

     J continued for some time, regaling me with stories of his upbringing, and purging bad memories of abuse and neglect.  As the evening wore on, each layer away peeled like an onion until he finally lowered his head, entirely spent.  A log split in two, sending embers racing skywards to Orion like small phoenixes.

     I thought it best to let him have some peace, so I stood to leave and caressed his shoulder as I passed.  His head still lowered, he reached for my hand and held it tightly.  I paused, then turned and bent down, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders and pressing a kiss into his hair.  I laid my head on his shoulder and breathed in the scent from his neck. He smelled of a combination of musk and campfire.

     “Lauren,” he said, moving his hand to my head and braiding his fingers through my hair.



 

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Questions...?

If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book? 
I believe that all writers are perfectionists, and some of them, like me, are perfectionists to a fault.  I probably would not change the story line, but I would tweak all of the words endlessly if there weren’t such animals as deadlines.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

My Sexy Saturday

     My Sexy Saturday ( http://www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ ) is a place for authors to showcase snippets of their sexy works with 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs.

     This week I'm sharing 7 paragraphs from my WIP "Mountains and Skyscrapers".  Elle and Michael are having a 'first date' of sorts, at the Denver Art Museum.  She knows that she shouldn't be as interested in him as she is, because, after all, he is trying to buy her design firm.  Not that he knows it's her firm yet, of course.  Oh, the tangled webs they weave, webs even strong enough to catch hearts.

     “It’s much easier than you think,” she whispered, squeezing his hand and leaning close as they admired Waterloo Bridge by Claude Monet. 

     “What is?”

     “Painting.  You should try it some time.”
 
     “I’m no good at art.  I can’t even draw a straight line.” 

     “Nonsense.  Just draw what you see.  Trust what your eyes tell you is there and copy it.”

     He turned to her and put his hand under her chin, tilting her face up to his.  “I do trust what my eyes tell me.”

     Her cheeks flushed and she turned away.  “You should come over and paint with me sometime.  I’m curious to see what you would come up with.”


Waterloo Bridge
Claude Monet
French, 1840-1926
 

Saturday, August 17, 2013

My Sexy Saturday

My Sexy Saturday ( http://www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ ) has provided a great place for authors to showcase snippets of their works.  7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs.

      This week I'm sharing 7 paragraphs from my WIP "The Zookeeper".  Elizabeth Tanner has just found out that her ex husband, Juan, has decided to name his new baby after a recently deceased zoo animal that she was particularly close with.  Her nerves are near shot as it is, and when the detective asks her what's wrong, she just might lose it.


“Nothing that concerns you!  I don’t want to talk about it.”  She made no movement, and neither did he.  Just tell him the truth.  He’s just a friend anyways, and he’ll be gone as soon as the investigation is over.  After a few long, silent moments, she blurted, “Look, Alec, I can’t have kids.  I’m broken. There, now you know.  And, Juan and Molly are having a baby girl tonight.  They are naming her Renee Sheba.”  Her voice cracked. “Sheba was my lion, not his!  It’s not fair.” 

Alec sat with his mouth slightly agape, as if he had just witnessed a terrible accident and was trying to decide what to do next. 

He stood very quickly, raised her from her chair and wrapped his arms around her hugging her.  Hard.  Suffocatingly hard, in short bursts. 

Then he kissed her.  Just as hard.

She leaned back in surprise and he released the embrace.  She raised her fingers up to her lips, which tingled from the intensity of his kiss.

 “I’m sorry, that was very forward of me.  Do you want me to go?” He asked, his voice low and husky.

“No, I don’t want you to go.  In fact, please stay.”  I want you to read my mind and tell me everything that I need to hear right now.  “You’re not broken.  You’re beautiful.  Juan is an idiot. Any combination of those three would be great.
 
 
Here is the blurb for this story...
 
The Zookeeper
 
Elizabeth Tanner was raised in a Zoo.  Literally.  But now that Zoo is in danger, not only from falling ticket sales, but also from a mysterious illness afflicting the animals.
 
 Frank Adams, the newest Animal Care attendant, spent time behind bars himself.
 
 But, in this Zoo, even the strongest bars can’t hold back the truth.
 
 And the truth will be set free.
 

Saturday, August 10, 2013

My Sexy Saturday

     This week’s sexy snippet (http://www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/) comes from my WIP “Mountains and Skyscrapers.”  Elle has gotten stuck somewhat babysitting Michael, the sharp suited businessman from New York, as he has opted to join his future employees on a hike in the beautiful Rocky mountains near Denver.  Elle is not a future employee, she is the sister of the man he is buying the company from (and the silent partner - unbeknownst to him). 


     Michael quickly glanced over at the rest of the group.  Three men, his future employees, lounged on a big flat rock engaged in their own animated discussions.  He followed her through the trees and after about thirty feet, they emerged on another smooth rock face that did, in fact, have a sweeping view of the mountain. 

     “Wow,” he said.

     “Yeah, it’s beautiful.  I come up here a lot.”  She turned, offering him the straw from her hydration pack. “Drink this.”

     The straw rested near her face so he hesitated, feeling a sudden wave of irritating pre-pubescent shyness surge through his body. She rolled her eyes and removed the clip, which stretched it an extra few inches in his direction. “Do you want me to take off the whole pack so you can wear it, since it appears we’re going to be sharing it today?”
    
     Michael was embarrassed about neglecting to bring his own water, but he was thirsty and glad that she hadn’t called attention to his lack of preparation in front of his future employees. He leaned in to drink, and a passing breeze wafted across her skin toward him. Her neck was only a few inches away and she smelled faintly of cinnamon as he suckled the straw from her pack, feeling the cool water wash over his tongue and slide down his parched throat. 

     “Well don’t drink it all. What were you thinking anyway, coming up here with no water?” She asked suddenly, causing him to lean back in surprise

     Michael wasn’t sure how to respond but before he could form any words, she had already disappeared through the trees to rejoin the group, and left him standing alone and still thirsty.  He rushed to keep up, glad to have the view of her figure a few feet in front of him to keep his eyes steady.

Here is the blurb for the story: 

Elle Thompson was raised in Denver.  She gardens.  She paints.  She knows how to avoid cougar attacks. Real ones.

The only cougars that Michael Williams usually worries about are the ones that wear leopard print leggings on 5th Avenue.

But, when Michael’s acquisition firm sets its sights on her family’s business, his tidy life goes awry.  As his life unravels, so do all of his pre-conceived notions of love, and what a perfect partner should be.
 

 

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

My Badge

     My dream wasn’t to write romance.  No way!  I wanted to write “serious” fiction, maybe even horror.  So, how did I end up writing romance?

     Like most writers, I started writing at an early age.  Poems, short stories… whatever.  Then, “real life” set in and I knew that I had to pick a career so I chose another artistic endeavor…graphic arts.  I was lucky enough to work with a great team for 15 years, and I enjoyed every moment of it.    

     When my son was born, the time came to say goodbye to that lovely group of comrades.  Soon after, I enrolled in some online fiction writing classes from Gotham Writer’s Workshop.  One of my instructors noticed a pattern in my work and suggested I take a class in Romance Writing.  Huh?  Me??  But, I like to write “serious” stuff!  Still, I took her suggestion and signed up for Romance Writing 101, and I’m so glad I did.

     Romance was the niche I was looking for.  All of my stories already had a common thread of romance in them, but I hadn’t thought of myself as a romance writer.  Don’t most stories have a romantic element to them anyway?  Well, yes and no.  I found that with “romance” writing there was a definite pattern, a common story arc.  In romantic fiction the story revolves more around the characters than the setting or other elements.   Themes like learning to trust and love are common, and something that I find fascinating and uplifting.  Writing romantic fiction is like writing stories where, against all odds, the underdog always wins.  And since I always root for the underdog anyway, it seems like a natural fit.

     Thus began a sickness.  A sickness?  Yes, writers are a bit sick in the head sometimes!  We have characters vying for our attention 24/7, begging for their stories to be told.  We are way too critical of ourselves, and we sometimes forego food and water if we’re on a roll.  Sounds like a sickness to me.  But, I wouldn’t have it any other way.  I’ve always thought I was odd, now I have a badge.  My badge says “Romance Writer”.


Saturday, July 27, 2013

My Sexy Saturday

      My Sexy Saturday ( http://www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ ) has provided a great place for authors to showcase snippets of their works.  7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs. 

      This week I'm sharing 7 paragraphs from my WIP "Mountains and Skyscrapers" ...
 
     At her door she turned to him, her face square with his chest and before she knew it he had pulled her to him, his chin resting on top of her head.  She wrapped her arms around his waist.  He smelled like Ron and it was familiar and comforting, yet she was acutely aware that he wasn’t Ron, her deceased husband, even if he wore the same cologne.  No, the man holding her was Michael, someone she had only personally known for a week, yet felt like she had always known him, somehow.  His hands moved to cradle the back of her head as he kissed her hair, then her forehead.  She tilted her face up to his and their lips met in an unsteady, awkward kiss.
 
     Elle’s heart banged against her ribcage as relentlessly as a high school marching band in a competition. And then, it happened!  She couldn’t help it.  It rose up from her stomach, carried by the butterflies and before she knew it, it had escaped her mouth. 
 
     A giggle! 
 
     “I’m sorry.”  She cleared her throat and bit her lip. 
 
     “Well, that hasn't happened since my third grade recess wedding.  Let’s try this again," He leaned in, and then just before their lips touched he leaned back again.  "No laughing this time, this is very serious business.”
 
     Even though she felt the beginnings of a nervous giggle, there was no way it could have come out.  His lips were locked on hers and somehow he had lifted her up slightly and backed her up against the closed door.  She was completely dazed by the time his mouth left hers, kissing a trail toward her left ear.  She braided her hands through his hair and tried to catch her breath. The bright afternoon sun shined in her eyes.
 
     “Cancel your plans tonight,” he whispered in her ear, and then kissed her below it.  She felt his intention press hard against her thigh, and it was thoroughly tempting.  She hadn’t had sex for two years, at least, and God, it sounded like a great idea! But…  
 
 
 

Saturday, July 20, 2013

My Sexy Saturday

    My Sexy Saturday ( http://www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ ) has provided a great place for authors to showcase snippets of their works.  7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs. 

     This week I'm sharing 7 paragraphs once again.  Here's the set up...

    A Halloween party gets sexy when a vampire’s victim meets up with a nerdy Dr. in this snippet from my WIP “Mountains and Skyscrapers”.  Elle and Michael have had a spat and haven’t seen each other for awhile, but they have made up over a phone call.   She attends a Halloween party with her friend Tom, knowing that she will run into Michael there. 

     Cheers!

     Elle weaved her way in the opposite direction of Tom, finding the patio door and escaping through it into the cold night air.  She was glad the old black dress she had found had long sleeves, though the plunging neckline was a bit chilly.  She wouldn’t stay out long; just take a few breaths, refocus, and then slip back inside where it was warm.  She walked to the edge of the patio and looked up at the full moon that smiled back at her.  A hand reached around her, holding a glass. 

     “I thought red wine was appropriate.”

     She didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.  “Michael.  I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight,” she lied, her heart fluttering.  She took the glass and swirled the liquid around, watching it. 

     “I got here about half an hour ago,” he said. 

     “And it took you this long to find me?”

     “No, I saw you the minute I came in.  I wanted to make sure I got a good look at you in case you were still mad and decided to leave once you saw me.”

     Elle turned to face him.  He was dressed as a Doctor with a white lab coat, crazy wild-haired wig and a stethoscope around his neck.

     He bit his lip and looked at the prosthetic gash on her neck with mock concern.  “That’s a terrible looking wound.  You might need stitches.  I should examine it closer in some better light.”  He ran his finger down the side of her neck.  “Yes, I think you’ll need a thorough examination.”

Saturday, July 13, 2013

My Sexy Saturday

     Welcome to this week's "My Sexy Saturday" ( http://www.mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ ).  I always feel like the set-up to a scene can be just as sexy as the scene itself.  I like the little gestures, and the subtle language and images.
    
     This selection comes from my WIP “Mountains and Skyscrapers”.  After a casual dinner with a group of his future employees, involving more than a few bottles of celebratory wine, Michael ends up having to drive his new second-in-command Randall’s sister home since he was already driving someone else home.  Not that he’d minded driving her home at all, even if Randall had shot him the evil eye a few times.  He’d drop her off last, to make sure that she was ok and all, of course. 
    
     Then, she invited him in, and, well, he had to oblige. He was a perfect gentleman, he had to be in his line of work.  But could he remain one with the gorgeous, spunky Elle in front on him?

     “Well, here we are,” she said as she pushed the door to the laundry room open and turned the alarm off.  She flipped on the light switch and led the way down the hallway to the living room.  Michael noticed that there were abstract canvas paintings hanging in the hall as well as the living room.

     “Who is the artist?” 

     “Do you like them?”

     “Well, these two I do, and the orange one in the hallway, but I didn’t really care for the blue one,” he said, honestly. 

     “They’re mine,” she said, smiling proudly. 

     “Did I mention I love the blue one?”

     She laughed.  “It’s ok, I painted it at a bad time in my life; you must have picked up on it.  You know, I only had two glasses of wine.  I’m perfectly fine, Randall is just a worrier. He still treats me like I’m the little sister in an Easter dress or something.”  She plopped down on the overstuffed white loveseat with one foot curled under her, so he sat on the matching couch and tried to appear relaxed even though all of his senses were ultra-heightened. He felt like a fox in a sheep-filled pasture, and his mind raced trying to find the right thing to say.  
  

Saturday, July 6, 2013

My Sexy Saturday

     My Sexy Saturday ( http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ ) is all about sexy. Control is sexy.  It’s sexy to give up control in the bedroom.  But, in order to trust someone enough to give up that kind of control, you must first learn how to give up control outside of the bedroom, not just to them, but to fate.  In this snippet of my short story “The Plane Truth” ( https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/214003 ), Emily, who absolutely hates flying, gets a lesson from Aiden about giving up control when the plane they are flying in hits a bad thunderstorm.    
 
     “Do you believe in fate, Emily?”

     “What?” she asked turning to him, her brow creasing.  Was he going to get philosophical?  Now?  The plane dipped again and she swallowed hard, uncrossed her arms and clenched the armrests.

      “You can only have so much control over your life; the rest is up to fate.  You can control what you eat for breakfast, what you wear, where you live.  But, you can’t control certain things, like this airplane.  Sometimes you just have to let go,” he told her in an even, calming tone.

     The speakers came on with a crack and this time the plane hushed.  “Ladies and Gentleman, this is Captain Jim again.  It looks like this storm is going to be a bit of a bear on us.  We just got off the radio with Reno and they have cleared us to land due to unstable air currents in our flight path.  I apologize for the unscheduled landing.  We will wait out the storm and should be cleared to take off again as soon as it passes.  If anyone has connecting flights in Seattle, representatives will be standing by to accommodate you.”

     Emily turned back to Aiden hoping her fear didn’t show.

     “I bet dying next to me is the last thing you ever wanted,” he said with a half smile.

     Her mouth opened and closed a few times like a fish while she focused on something past his right shoulder.   She realized she wasn’t quite sure how to answer him.

    
     What happens next?  Well, their situation suddenly becomes much more intense, and their convictions are put to the test.  
 
 
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Wednesday, July 3, 2013

My First Bra

     I’m not talking about my first “training bra” (who came up with that stupid term anyway?).   I’m talking about the first real bra that I bought with my own money. 

     I was maybe 11 or so, and I carried a purple purse with a unicorn on it that enclosed a purple wallet which held some red hot birthday cash.  So, it was off to the mall! My mom brought me and let me go into Dillard’s by myself (which may have been Diamonds at the time). 

     My birthday money was burning a hole in my wallet! 

     I wandered into the lingerie section of the store.  I hadn’t really been in that part of the store before and had always glanced at it whenever we had walked by in the past.  The pretty, lacey things with soft, shimmery fabric that looked as fragile as flower petals seemed so much more interesting than the kid’s clothes section we usually spent time in.  I felt excited and somewhat out of place browsing through the racks of pretty undergarments.  My underwear to date had been nothing but sturdy, practical cotton underwear that came in multi-packs from Kmart.  And, as far as I knew, that’s what my mom wore as well. 

     But, this underwear was so different.  Who would wear something so pretty, and why?  The notion that a woman would wear pretty undergarments to impress a man was far from my adolescent mind at that time.

     It was then that an older woman approached me.  She was a shopper, like me.  And, I’m going to paraphrase the conversation here…

     “Such pretty things, aren’t they?” She asked while lovingly admiring something from the rack.

     “Um, yeah."

     “You like them, don’t you?” 

     I nodded shyly.

     “I always find that I feel extra confident if I’m wearing something pretty underneath.  It’s like it’s my little secret,” she said, and smiled at me. 

     I nodded again and turned my attention to a Christian Dior bra in my size. 

     “Oh, that’s a very pretty one,” she said.  “Well, I’m going to go try these on.”  She left with a small pile of lace draped over one arm.

     I turned my attention back to the bra, and checked the price tag.  It was on sale!  It was going to take all of my birthday money to buy it (meaning I wouldn’t have enough left over to get the new Duran Duran album), but I couldn’t resist.  Confidence, she had said.  The bra was so pretty.  It was all off-white lace with light blue satin cups. 

     And…it became my first real bra.  I wore it to school under my silly purple unicorn shirts, and it gave me confidence.  It really did!  I had a pretty secret below my awkward surface. 

     My mom thought I was silly to spend all my money on a bra.  But, I didn’t care! 

     I still think about the woman who told me of her secret to confidence, especially on the days that I need a little extra…if you know what I mean. 

     Wink!


Saturday, June 29, 2013

My Sexy Saturday

     Are you enjoying “My Sexy Saturday”? ( http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ )  It's been fun picking out excerpts from my works to showcase, and I have a bunch more all lined up.

     In this week's snippet from my WIP “Mountains and Skyscrapers”, businessman Michael grasps the situation in his own way.  Enjoy!


     Michael was making love to Elle.  No, scratch that, he was fucking her.  Her warm bare skin smelled of cinnamon and pine and her breath came in raspy gasps near his ear.  They turned over, and she sat up, straddling him as she grinded her hips roughly against him. Her hair was wild in the glow of the light shining through the slit in the motel room’s curtains, and he cupped her bare breasts in his palms.  This was raw, pure sex. 
    
     “Holy hell, baby!” He growled, suddenly pulling her down forcefully to kiss her.  

     Her hand accidently hit the clock radio on the hotel nightstand, turning it on.  He groped in the darkness to turn it off but hit the light switch instead. 

     The bed was empty, it had been a dream!  The hotel phone was ringing.  He shook his head and reached for it. 

     “Hello?”  He questioned raspily

     “Good morning, this is your 6am wake up call,” a male voice said cheerfully on the other end of the line before it went dead.

     “Thanks,” he grumbled, then hung up the phone and lay back straight on the bed, his erection throbbing tightly against the sheet. Randall was going to be picking him up in a half hour so they could meet the rest of the guys for breakfast before the hike.  He rubbed his hands through his hair and over his face then glanced at the clock.  He wished he had time to go back to sleep and finish his dream, but settled for a quick self-pleasuring session instead, something he hadn’t felt like doing in a very long time.

 

Saturday, June 22, 2013

My Sexy Saturday


“My Sexy Saturday" ( http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ ) gets hot-sauce-hot today in the lobby of a BBQ restaurant as Elle and Michael from my WIP “Mountains and Skyscrapers” size each other up.  Elle thinks she has businessman Michael all figured out, but does she?  She’ll have to figure him out soon, since he wants to buy her business.

     Elle watched Michael shuffle from one foot to another while leaning against the counter in the lobby of the BBQ restaurant. She usually went for the more rugged type yet there was something about him that intrigued her despite the fact that she wanted to shove his last offer up his ass.  No, his nose, rather.  His ridiculously sunburned, peeling nose! Better to leave his ass out of the equation, it might throw her thinking askew.  

     She cleared her throat as the seconds ticked by and eyed him up and down as he had eyed her only moments before.  He wore black shoes, gray slacks and a monogrammed white dress shirt, rolled up at the sleeves.  Her gaze lingered here and there as she sized him up and formed an opinion.   

     Michael Williams was a soft city boy, and she was willing to bet he not only got regular manicures, but perhaps even indulged in the occasional man facial.  She determined that he had rolled up his sleeves in anticipation of not getting BBQ sauce on his expensive designer white dress shirt. 

     Then her gaze traveled to his eyes, which were staring back into hers. 

     She had been caught!  But, something primal lurked just below the surface of his gaze.  It was as if she were looking into the eyes of a caged animal.  Not one that had been born in a zoo, but one that had been captured in the wild then placed in captivity.

     Perhaps he hadn’t always been a city boy?

     His eyes blinked and the spell was broken.   

Saturday, June 15, 2013

My Sexy Saturday

Things are heating up at ( http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ ).  So many great authors are participating! 

This Saturday, the sexiness continues between Emily and Aiden in my short story “The Plane Truth”, available for FREE on Smashwords with the code# QA52X   .

 
     “You have walls up, I can see that.  But, I have a wrecking ball.  Two in fact.”  His lips spread in a mischievous grin. 

     “Ah, do you now?”  Emily nodded and grinned back at him. 

     “May I kiss you, Emily Sutton?”

     Emily felt her cheeks warm.  “Um, can you repeat the question?”

     He didn’t.  He leaned over and kissed her, tentatively at first, then more solid.

     Emily melted into his kiss, parting her lips and allowing his tongue to delve into her mouth.  Her heart beat loudly behind her ears and she suddenly felt overwhelmed and broke the kiss.  She looked into his eyes and licked her lips pensively.

     “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he said.

 
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(This code expires August 1, 2013)
 
 

Monday, June 10, 2013

Questions...questions...?

When you have writer's block how do you break free? 
I go for a hike.  Walking puts me into kind of an “automatic pilot” zone, and it clears all the static clouding my thoughts.  When I’m not worried about anything but putting one foot in front of the other, my thoughts flow easier and I’m able to organize them.
 
Horseshoe Canyon, AZ.  Photo by Kay (2012).
 

Saturday, June 8, 2013

My Sexy Saturday

     Don’t you just love the name “My Sexy Saturday ( http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ )?  Yes, that’s right!  “My Sexy Saturday” is a blog hop designed for authors to showcase sexy bits of their stories for your enjoyment (7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs).   So, indulge in a bit of sexiness today! 

     In this excerpt from “The Plane Truth”, Emily meets Aiden for the first time… and is rendered speechless. 

     He turned.  It wasn’t Peter.

     Her gaze traveled quickly down the stranger’s body and back up as he walked the few steps toward her.  Wearing jeans, a leather jacket and carrying a red motorcycle helmet, he looked like he just stepped off a movie set and belonged at … “Ace Models is three doors to the left,” she offered.

     He smiled and stretched out his hand.  “Emily, I presume?”

     She cocked her head to the side and nodded, her mouth slightly agape.

     “I’m Aiden Masterson.”

     Their handshake lasted a bit longer than it should have as the information registered.   He wasn’t quite the character she had been expecting to show up when Richard informed her the CEO of an investment firm was coming in to discuss the design of a new office building.

     Their meeting wasn’t scheduled for another hour and Richard was out on a sales call.  She glanced at the clock on the wall and tried to compose herself before meeting his hazel eyes again.
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Saturday, April 20, 2013

Freebie!

Get a FREE download of my short story "The Plane Truth". 

Use the code: QA52X

 
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Friday, March 22, 2013

KAY

What is a name?  Is it all just pure ancestry?  A label?  A definition?

What does it mean if you meet someone with the same name as you?   Probably nothing.  But, what are the chances that your circle collects names that are similar?  Pretty slim.  So, when it happens, you sit up and pay attention.  It’s disquieting to know that there can be such a similarity of letters between strangers.   
Names.  Little badges.  Signposts pointing behind you.  A title that might define your life.
Yet, a name doesn’t belong to one person.  It belongs to everyone that has it, and everyone that doesn’t have it. 
My name may as well be something unpronounceable, or even a symbol.  Prince (one of my favorite musicians) was on to something.  So was the character “Madison” in the movie Splash.   Her real name was a series of sounds. 
Names themselves are meaningless.  The only meanings they have are the values that we attach to them. 

Monday, January 21, 2013

Excerpt from "Under the Granite Lies - Book 2"

Please enjoy an excerpt from a spot near the beginning of the second book of my "Under the Granite Lies" paranormal romance. 

I perused the museum’s other wings leisurely, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to take it all in on one day anyway.  I planned to come back, at least a couple more days on this trip, and of course, on future trips.  I lingered over a few paintings that I admired, but they weren’t making me feel any better.  I could see the cracks in the peeling paint, and the fading of the pigments.
Yes, everything faded, eventually.  Except David.  He would never fade.  Who’s fate was crueler, his or mine?
The thoughts in my head were relentless, one question blending into another and another.  It was painful! Heavy bricks stacked one on top of another, forming a block wall behind my eyes.
I had always dreamed of visiting the Louvre and should have been happy to be there, yet all I could think of was death.  Every painting, sculpture, and drawing that I looked at reminded me of death.  Every single thing in this museum would turn to dust and be forgotten someday.  Death was not hiding in the shadows here, it was parading in the garish light for all to see, if they cared to notice.  Death was unavoidable, that was the way of all things.
As I was walking thorough one room, trying to find a different wing, something caught my eye.  It was a small sculpture, only about 12 inches high.  It was more of a talisman, really.  A trinket.  It was Assyrian, and the date range was between 10-6,000 years BC.  That was a pretty big range, but, I guess when aging things, a few thousand years give or take was close enough, at least for scientists.
It was stone and seemed to be a demon of some sort.  It had large wings, taloned feet, and a horrid, scowling face.  But, what caught my eye was that it had no belly button.  Just like David.  Was David a demon?  I stared into the sculpture’s hideous face and couldn’t see a resemblance in the least.  What had happened to David was unfair, he hadn’t asked for his fate.  Surely, a God with mercy wouldn’t strike him down for that?  But, then I remembered that demons were fallen angels, in fact, and if they had no belly button then perhaps angels did not either.  It was as if a light bulb came on above my head like an old cartoon.  It was a flash of, of something; a small morsel of knowledge that passed through my mind in an instant and then flew away beyond my grasp.  I would have to catch it and chew on it later, if I could remember.  Why had I not brought my sketchbook so I could write stuff down?
Eventually, closing time grew near and it was time for me to leave.  I bid farewell to my precious winged Victory, walking past her and down the Daru staircase one last time on my way out.  I found a cab to take me to our hotel. 
It was raining.  Paris was beautiful in the rain.