Saturday, November 22, 2014

Our Sexy Thanksgiving...

 #MySexySaturday Week 69

 


It's the Holiday Season, and emotions are running rampant. You're trolling the blogs and internet for that amazing piece of love and family. The one little snippet that could mean so many things to so many different people. Whether it's the familiar warmth of a loving family gathering for the holidays, a birthday, anniversary, or the miraculous addition of a precious little one.

There are so many ways that we, as readers and authors, find to express our emotions, heart and soul. And right now in the US, at Thanksgiving, is when this amazing nation of people has the opportunity to unite in the one thing that spans all of humanity. The ability to reflect, remember, and grasp with both hands and a willing heart, the opportunity to make the most of those we love.

So take a few moments with the #MSSAuthors of the #MySexySaturday Blog Hop, to read and share in the wonderful, sweet, sexy, loving and beautiful moments that our characters have had. Because no matter where our lives may have led us, the most important thing is giving thanks for every blessing we have....or have the opportunity to have.

Please join me and enjoy a little peak into Declan's thankful and hopeful heart.....




"Eat up. We're headin' out in 15 minutes. You two got your books ready to go?" Taking in both kids, heads bowed, shoulders slumped while shoveling oatmeal into their mouths, I realized me standing in their kitchen not only freaked them out on an emotional level, but more importantly on a physical level. Fuck, the last time a man was in their kitchen at breakfast was probably the day of that asswipe's attack on Lizbeth.

Stepping back and leaning against the counter behind me, I let my eyes drift to Lizbeth as I lifted my cup and took a sip of the strong brew. Knowing the only way they would ever feel safe with me in the house was if their mom did, I waited.

"Keke, Trev. Mr. Ryan asked you a question." Lizbeth's firm voice expressed her disappointment in their not answering his question. An immediate indication that she deemed me worthy of their respect. Excellent.

"Good to go, Mr. Ryan." Trevor replied quietly.

"No need to be formal with me, son." His eyes shot instantly to his mom in uncertainty. At her slight nod, Trevor returned his eyes to me, a shadow of hopefulness lurking there. He nodded, a small grin on his lips, and looked down to continue shoveling his oatmeal into his mouth.
"My bag's waiting by the door, mom." Directing her answer to Lizbeth, Kayla did her best to ignore me while focusing on the oatmeal in front of her. "Amber texted this morning and said Jeff talked to Blake last night. They're gonna sit with us at lunch," she took a bite, chewed, swallowed and continued. "That was a great idea, thanks mom."
Focusing her full attention on the bowl in front of her, Kayla devoured the remainder of her oatmeal like she was on Death Row and it was her last meal. It seemed Lizbeth's daughter was gonna prove harder to win over than her brother.


Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and reading my addition to the #MySexySaturday Blog Hop!! See you next week, and don't forget to click the link below, or go to My Sexy Saturday for all the other great authors who are participating!

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Saturday, November 8, 2014

A Sexy First

 #MySexySaturday Week 67 #MSS67


Welcome to this weeks edition of #MySexySaturday!! Our sexy moment this week is that Sexy First, no matter what that may be for you. Is it that first kiss (too easy!), a first date (already did it!), or your favorite H and h's first intimate encounter (I'm waiting for that right moment to share....patience, lovlies!), or maybe something a little more, hmm, unexpected?

I spent a couple of days deciding whether or not there would be anything in my cache of stories so far that would fit this great subject, while at the same time definitely do it justice! What I realized through my musings was that I'd shared some pretty intense and emotional scenes for my characters so far and maybe, just maybe, lightening things up a bit would be a good change of pace!

So this week, Lizbeth from Declan, The Ryan's Book 1, wanted to share her first official, unbeknownst to her, meet with a member of Declan's family. Now, this might not necessarily strike you as sexy, necessarily, but what could be better than a deliciously yummy alpha male introducing you to his albeit older, but still all male relative.....



He tucked my hand into the crook of his elbow and started leading me through the parking lot and around the corner of the building. I looked up and saw a charcoal grey sign with black outlined gold letters that read Fiona's Grill & Pub above black double doors with ornate brass handles. Grabbing one, Declan propelled me through the door into the interior of Fiona's. As my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I continued forward as Declan left me no choice but to do so. We approached the shining brown bar with matching leather padding edging it from one side to the other. Declan pulled out a tall barstool and waited for me to sit before doing the same in the stool next to me. He looked down the bar and whistled, catching the attention of a huge bear of a man talking to three attractive middle aged men with pints of dark beer in various states of consumption gripped in their beefy hands on the bar top.

"Dec! My boy, what brings you here this early?" Big Bear's deep voice hit me with the force of a freight truck as he lumbered his huge frame towards us. I looked at Declan with my eyes bugging out, and obviously he found this funny, for I heard his chuckle before he responded.

"Hey, Pop. Just here to get some of Mom's cookin' for Lizbeth before she's gotta pick her kids up from school." Looking straight at me, Declan reached over and draped his left arm over my shoulders, drawing me close to his side, and nuzzling my hair. Clearly marking a territory that I wasn't prepared to give up to anyone. Declan took a deep breath in through his nose, saying softly enough that only I heard, "Gotta make sure you keep that ass, love."

After recovering from the shiver his tone and words caused, I turned my attention to the Bear that Declan had referred to as "Pop". I looked from one to the other and realized for the second time in as many hours that there was a family resemblance going on here.

"What is it with every attractive male I meet today looking like you?" I asked, focusing on Declan. Watching his eyes heat and feeling his arm tighten around my shoulders, I realized what I'd said. Groaning, my eyes slipped away from the intensity in Declan's gaze and looked guiltily towards ‘Bear’ as I'd dubbed him. "Sorry, sometimes the filter God gifted me with decides it's time for a vacation," I mumbled. Transferring my attention to my purse clutched in my lap, I breathed under my breath "Always at the wrong freakin' time." I felt under the bar top for the little hooks that all girls knew were installed every few feet. Locating the one closest to my left knee, I hung my purse, put both elbows on the leather padding and peered into Bear's assessing grey eyes. His black hair, so like Declan’s, had a slight wave to it, was just this side of being too long, and had an extremely attractive amount of grey around the temples.

"Do you have a menu that I could look at, as I'm obviously here to eat?" Smirking, I rested my chin in my palms, fingers curling under and around both ears.

"O' course, darlin'," extending his beefy hand he continued, "Name's Darrin. Darrin Ryan, but you can call me Pop. Sweet little gal like you, I won't stand for anything but." Keeping a death grip on my hand, Darrin ‘Pop’ lifted it to his lips, grazed the back of my knuckles with his lips, squeezed and released it before turning his attention back to Declan.




Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and reading my addition to the #MySexySaturday Blog Hop!! See you next week, and don't forget to click the link below, or go to My Sexy Saturday for all the other great authors who are participating!

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Thursday, November 6, 2014

First "Writing" Experience

 

I remember it was tenth grade, and my AP English teacher Mr. Weidman had challenged me to write a novella before the end of the year. If I did, he said, no matter if it sucked or was the next Pulitzer Prize Winner, I would receive extra credit worth half of my overall grade. 

Presented with such a challenge, what did I do? 

Well, I sat my happy ass down and started to write, of course. 

After four separate starts, I realized I knew who my characters were, but not where in the hell the story was going to take place. At this time, I was obsessed with Johanna Lindsay and Harlequin Historical Romances, so you can imagine that I wanted it to be set in either Victorian England, or the Wild West, or maybe some crazy far off world where men were massively huge alpha male warriors that expected total and complete sensual submission from their women. 

Fuckin' yummy, right?

But I was writing this for my totally asexual, short, fat, middle aged, curly haired stuffy English teacher. 

And I was stymied on when and where the hell this amazing first short story of mine would take place. So, being the history buff I was and loving the personal history of my family, I decided to base it in late 1800's New York. 

And as I was seriously not about to write the full on nasty, suck her nipples, stroke his cock, pull her hair and roughly pound her from behind kind of novella for Mr. Weidman (because who the hell knew if he would show that shit to my mom and dad), I decided to start it at the end of my H and h's story. In essence, the last chapter and the Epilogue of my would-be novel. 

I thought it was actually pretty good, but of course, my opinion was slightly biased considering I wrote the crappy thing, and I was also only 14 freaking years old. 

The end of the year finally, or unfortunately, arrived as I chose to view it. I turned my "Novella" in to Mr. Weidman. And I awaited his response. He was the first person ever to read one of my written works. So to say that I was out of my mind with worry and angst would be like saying the wind was slightly gusty during Hurricane Katrina. Seriously.

Of course, I didn't find out till a week after I turned it in that I wasn't the only one in the class he'd "recruited" into this little assignment. There were four others out of our class of twenty something, that had been invited to participate. And I also didn't know that Mr. Weidman had decided to BRAG to the whole freaking class what the five of us had done. 

So there I was, about two weeks out from the end of my sophomore year, total teachers pet, and a complete ugly duckling, the most assured defacto recipient of pranks pulled by the "in crowd", basically a girl with no self confidence whatsoever. Believe me when I tell you that the absolute last thing I needed to be shared with my high school alumni was an ugly girls romantic fantasies of being swept off her feet by a sexy, dreamy, handsome alpha male.

In spite of my sweaty palms and thumping-straight-out-of-my-chest heart, I managed to keep my seat, not visibly squirm or appear to the rest of my third period class like I was coming out of my damn skin. Which I was. Absolutely. Especially since my current crush, who was a quarterback on the Varsity Football team of course, was only one row over.

But to my total amazement, and utter relief, Mr. Weidman didn't share our stories, only the individuals names who had achieved his particular expectations.

To say I was relieved would be a serious understatement. Feeling the mostly respectful, and very few envious, eyes of my classmates on me was one of the most gratifying moments of my young life.

So, in conclusion, my first writing experience showed me many things. The satisfaction of completing a project, definitely. Receiving public acknowledgement and approval for my accomplishment, absolutely. A fear that the general public would always look askance at "Romance", you bet your silky thongs!

But the pride I felt in myself for accomplishing something so freakin' huge, for someone so young, was indescribable

Even for me, an author.

Saturday, November 1, 2014

A Sexy Date Night

 #MySexySaturday Week 66 #MSS66




This weeks #MySexySaturday, #MSS66 edition, is all about a Sexy Date Night! What's your idea of a Sexy Date Night? Time at home alone, with your lover? A night out at a favorite restaurant with wine and candlelight? Or an opportunity to really get to know that one person you feel could be everything for you?

This week I decided to give you all a sneak peek into the minds and hearts of Jonathan and Sophie, the H and h of book two in my series, #TheRyan's by #TiffanyLeeAuth. This is a WIP, so remember, everybody's a little bit raw....




"Dance with me, Phee.” Jonathan rounded my chair, grabbed both my hands and lifted me up, just as the strains to "How 'Bout Us" by Champaign started softly playing over the gym’s sound system.
“I thought you were getting us drinks, Jonathan.” I smiled up at him as he took me in his arms and started swaying with me to the song. He was so handsome in his black suit and charcoal gray tie; his green eyes so incredibly intense.
“We’ll get something to drink after this song,” he responded. His eyes fairly smoldered as he continued to stare at me, but when he spoke again it was like he was talking to himself. “Like I just woke up.”
“Just woke up? What in the heck are you talking about, Jonathan?” He was really starting to freak me out. “Did you and Declan spike your punch or something?”
He just looked at me, drawing me slightly closer and lifting up one hand to cup my cheek. We ended up staying that way for most of the song, slowly turning together, swaying to the sweet strains drifting over the sound system and staring into each others’ eyes; completely ignorant of the other dancers around us. Really listening to the words of the song had me almost tripping in my heels.
Made for each other?  Love one another for life? Through all kinds of weather? How 'bout us? How 'bout us, baby....Can we?
“I watched you three weeks ago at the Rally, and I didn’t like that there were other guys doin’ the same.” I started to give him some caveman comment in response, but he stopped me. “No, Soph. Listen. Yeah baby?”



Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and reading my addition to this weeks #MySexySaturday Blog Hop!! See you next week, and remember to click the link below or go to My Sexy Saturday for all the other great authors who are participating!

And don't forget to visit my blog every Saturday, or subscribe to it so you don't miss out, 'cause the same time next week I'll be here for #MySexySaturday week 67! You never know which character, from which story will be taking you on your next SEXY journey!

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