The Cowboy Rode a Harley ~#satspanks

Saturday, December 27, 2014




 
 
 
 
“What are you going to do to me?” Gillian fought the urge to bolt from his ironclad grasp.

“I thought we had an understanding. But I’m pretty sure one of us lost faith. All that work and then poof. Gone. Maybe, what we need is a reminder.”

“I was wrong—” The smack of Stephens hand against her bottom made her see stars. The raw force, snapped a jolt of fire into her belly while a heatwave cascaded down her thighs. She bucked against him, and then his hand swooped again. Slap. Another firmly-delivered smack, only this time to the other side of her bottom. Her ass cheeks sweltered. Hotter with two more of his powerful spanks. She closed her eyes, giving in to his command, absorbing the erotic desire he built within her.

  “Now,” he murmured, “Do I have your full attention?”

  Moisture filmed her eyes as she squirmed on his lap. He rubbed his hand slowly over her flaming rear-end. “What do you want?” she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

 “Sugar, you know what I want. What do we need? Let’s
 
 start with, do you trust me?

 
 
 
 
Bad Boys #3
Best Seller Western Sports Romance
Book Blurb
Waking up handcuffed in an unfamiliar room, Stephen admits things could be a whole hell of a lot worse. Drinking, gambling, and breaking the mold for chasing women is what he does best after working a fence line back on the ranch. ....until a tempting redhead catches his attention.

Gillian can't believe her eyes. A naked man is in her bedroom. Okay things just got worse...he's her brother's friend, Stephen McLemore best known for his reckless reputation. With his hard-muscled body and irresistible grin, her defenses falter during a fiery face-off when sparks fly in an off-the-charts smoldering kiss.

Their smoking connection heats up fast during an oh-so-dirty dance. Out on the dance floor, their clashing personalities catch fire, igniting the inferno blazing between them.

Things go from crazy-hot to surreal in a heartbeat when Hollywood producers pick Gillian for their reality dance show. Refusing to let another man step into his space, Stephen rooks his sister's help in transforming from a bad boy rancher to Gillian's dance partner.

In short order, these two lovers realize there's more to their sleepy town than they'd ever imagined possible. In his moment of gallant behavior, Stephen risks losing the only woman he has ever let get under his skin.

Amidst chaos and the tugging on her heartstrings, Gillian must decide if fame is worth pursuing when a Harley riding rancher has all the right moves.          
 
 
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Saturday, December 6, 2014

WELCOME TO SATURDAY SPANKS!
December 6 and it's a hell yeah
kinda a day.

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WHAT'S THE MENU?
Well, how about something that's
HOT
TASTY
AND
#FREE
 
 
I'm talking about taking you to
THE #EDGE
Raw.
Hard.
CUTTING!
Who?

Eliza Hillwood.
Graham Gordon.

Road to fucking ruin.
They're so messed up.
So expressively explosive together!



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HOTTER THAN HELL Christmas Wonder #Giveaway Hop

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

YEP...
IT'S TIME TO GET CRAZY!!!
 
 
Celebrate the Wonder of the Season!
Visit all of the blogs to see what they love most about the season and which books have made their Christmas wish lists! There's a giveaway at each stop so be sure to visit them all!
 
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
WE'RE VISITING WITH the Dallas Devils' TIGHT END (!!!) Brett Gold.
He's been pushed to the brink by his spitfire fiancée days before Christmas. When Cory gets caught at work and leaves him hanging, he doesn't sit back and take it.
HELL NO!
Like any good cowboy, he gets in gear and goes and gets the girl!
 
Enjoy this snippet from
CATCH YOU FOR CHRISTMAS
 
Planting his hands on either side of her head, he rubbed his jaw along her cheek, stopping at her ear. “You’re mine. Do you understand the concept?”

BRETT GOLD is about to lay down the law!
“Yes.” Her one-word reply came out husky.

Partially lowering the zipper on her coat, he slid his hand down over her tits, feeding his out of control need to own every part of her. “Show me,” he commanded her.

Cory pushed forward, her body trembling as he squeezed her breasts, thrumming her erect nipples with his thumbs. She unhooked her fingers from his belt loops. Biting her lip, she moved her hands to her chest, frantically unzipping her coat the rest of the way. With shaky hands, she pulled apart her coat, fully displaying her soft cream-colored sweater. She began unbuttoning it, popping a few of the buttons in her hasty execution of disrobing for him.

 
Cory McLemore is about to learn a lesson!


She wore a silky undergarment, accentuating her lacy bra underneath…imprisoning her amazing breasts. Her nipples were diamond-points, darting the sheer material—exquisitely tormenting him. He wasn’t about to wait a second longer to access her body. Grasping the thin material in his hands, he tore it down the front, pushing aside the cups of her bra, and exposing her gorgeously framed tits and her tight nipples that he hungered to suck into his mouth.
 
“I’m going to first spank you,” he said in a voice so low and deep, saturated with dark lust, he almost couldn’t speak. “Then I’m going to fuck you.”




 
 CATCH YOU FOR CHRISTMAS
is a spanking-hot holiday romance
that takes place in Paris.
When an unruly Texas wildcat pushes the buttons of an NFL baller, sparks fly fast and freaking furious.
First it was Cory's excuses, racing up one wall and down the next. But when Brett gets to town, it'll be Cory whose up against a wall! Brick, mirrored, or the hard body of her fiancé...doesn't matter. She's about to get schooled on keeping her word from a man who loves her enough to care.
 
 
Just released!
Available on Amazon.
 
 
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GOOD,
NAUGHTY,
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Saturday, November 22, 2014



 


“Jesus H. Christ!” Cory howled when she finally could take a breath and exhale. In her coat and boots, she now resembled a Dalmatian. A big patch of dark spread out over her hip and the rest of her was sprinkled with a random pattern of dark mud.

This was the cherry on a sundae of all-too-messed-up! In the middle of her trek to a meltdown, her phone buzzed. She stepped back onto the sidewalk, adjusted her carry-on, and pulled out her cell. “Brett,” she wailed. “Hey, babe!”

“Corinth McLemore, for the love of God, please tell me you’re at the airport, preparing to board your flight!” he semi-hollered.

Cory scissored her legs faster along the icy sidewalk, flailing her free hand at cab after cab. None slowed let alone stopped. “I’m running a little bit behind,” she panted, heading for the Métro entrance.

“Darlin’, are you or are you not at the airport?”

Her target lay up ahead: the wrought iron doorway and circular sign housing a capital ‘M,’ leading to a subterranean staircase and mass transit. She’d be at the airport lickety-split and although she disliked this next part, she had no choice but to own up. “I’m going to have to book a later flight.”

“What happened?” Brett’s voice dropped into a husky whisper. She could tell he was keeping himself in check, and the idea of him being angry made her stomach plummet.

“A problem with the computer directory and I couldn’t just get up and leave.” Oh she hated how this was coming out.

“Oh no? Were you chained to your desk?” he asked, the sound of his words were sharp. Cutting. This wasn’t his usual mode of talking—not with her—not with anyone. “Cory, you promised you’d get to the airport. I spoke with Dr. Peterson and she said you were right behind her. Your advisor left, why’d you stay? I thought coming back to me meant more than anything. Isn’t that what you said?”

“Yes…but—”

“But what? I’m here, counting the minutes until you get here, and you’re doing what? Too busy to stop. Or call. That’s twice, darling.”

She’d pushed his buttons, something awful at times, and all the while he was the one to maintain a presence of mind. From the day they’d met, fell head over heels in love in a whirlwind romance, he’d been the one with the ever-present calm demeanor. Her rock. Her anchor. How could she explain this wasn’t a choice between him and her career?

“Please, Brett. I just got caught up…in a problem.”
 

 
 

 
Just released!

Available on Amazon.
 

 



A huge thank you to Natasha Blackthorne for arranging the hop.
XOXO

I NANO. DO YOU?

Friday, November 14, 2014


I don’t know if this happens to you, but it did to me. When wearing the “writer” hat, rarely is it an endeavor where I just plop down and start to spewing. Usually, it’s a flash and a “Wouldn’t it be funny…” Or a “What would happen if…”

In that moment, Christ it’s like an explosion and a scene comes alive and a character—or two—or several are born. Long before the actual writing begins, there are hours upon hours spent, figuring out the “who” of the people walking through the corridors of my mind. As authors, we visit with our guests, asking question after question like jacked up journalists. People around us react to our flights of fancy as if we’re either rude or half-crazy as we stop in mid-sentence when an idea knifes our concentration.

It takes the patience of a saint to be a spouse to a writer. Forever, there’s someone calling our attention and in a snap, we’re gone. Everyone has a method to their madness; I’m sure you have yours. I have mine.

BRETT GOLD aka COWBOY
The process of layering the character can begin with envisioning what’s in their wallet to what’s in the refrigerator. For a guy like Brett Gold (Girls’ Night Out and Catch You For Christmas) it’s all about eating for speed and strength. If it’s edible and it’s loaded with protein, it’s probably inside his icebox. Milk, eggs, a couple of different types of protein powder, chicken, fish, steaks, turkey, and ice. Lots and lots of ice. To go with the bottle of Scotch that’s on the counter. Oh yeah, dude like to drink.

 
CORY HERA McLEMORE aka WILDCAT
 What else? Birthday and birth order. Super important for someone like Cory McLemore. Youngest in a lineup of FIVE BROTHERS. She’s a twin which makes her position even more vital and precarious. But out of being raised in a semi-sheltered small town, and in the midst of a slew of rowdy guys, that puts her as spunky, resourceful, and able to stand her ground around guys…like Brett Gold.

And of course, the physical attributes are just as important. I mean we’ve got to be able to pick our characters out of a lineup. And maybe, that’s where they actually end up!

Slowly, the person, our hero and/or heroine becomes a living and functional being, capable of doing things. And it’s those “things” that make up a story.

With each conflict, the characters will rise like ether or plummet—unless of course they can fly. But you get the idea. We pack in the skill sets along with frailties—no one likes a character who’s too good...too perfect. Same with a villain or a secondary character—a spark of something charismatic and that’s the making of an unforgettable voice and gives a shine to others around. Witty begets witty. If your character isn’t a standup comedian, I guarantee if you introduce a friend or enemy who is, watch how your character suddenly changes in order to relate.

 
So then what happens when with all the imaginings of characters, scenes, setting, internal and external arcs, plot points and acts, the story that screams loudest isn’t a novel. But a novella.

Well, that’s a dammit times ten…or is it?

Unless someone is contracted to deliver ‘X’ amount of words, which equates to structure and boundaries (and I have been there), code words for get serious, Houston we've got a problem, and it's time to rethink the plotting. But when writing is done just because we want to, then hallelujah!

So WTF if the story is in freefall. Sit back and enjoy the ride! And that’s a great place to be when writing for the sheer pleasure of the experience.

During events like NaNoWriMo it’s both serious and not. There’s no contract but there are expectations. A community rooting on each person who wants to partake in the online sites.

And that’s where I’m coming from.

After writing hard and fast in NaNoWriMo 2012 and 2013, turning out Tempted by Trouble and Girls’ Night Out, this year I wanted to take a break from adult romance and write my YA novel, the one I plotted and have ready to go…except it didn’t.

I wrote 5K and I kept hearing another set of voices. The more I tried to quell them, the louder they spoke until it was just easier to give in and see what came to fruition. Five days of intense writing and the story was done. Catch You For Christmas.

Writing about Brett and Cory during the Christmas holidays was a break when my brain wanted to do something fun in between intense writing. Spend the weekend in Paris. And I did. Sometimes, you can’t fight what seeks to be born.

So am I successful in terms of winning the 2014 NaNo challenge. I don’t know. I’ve got 15 more days. Anything is possible. Right?

Thanks for tuning in.

Catch You For Christmas is out on Amazon. A holiday romance. I NaNo. Do you?
Amazon Link:
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00PMBI5BS
Take care and keep writing. Whether it’s NaNo or your heart pouring out it’s longing to be heard. Write. Write. Think. And write some more!

How bad is bad? First draft in review.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Every writer knows the term "first draft" and our reaction is varied. [Cue eye roll.]
Sometimes it comes with a heavy sigh.
Other times a smirk.
Other times a laugh.
 

Reaction GIF: eye roll, Tina Fey

The first draft isn't a necessary evil. Operative word 'evil.'

It's the point when we get our asses into a chair and begin to write. What spills out? Honestly, that depends on how much I've ruminated on the elements of my story. The stronger the character voices resonate, the more I'm in touch with their arcs, their issues, and where to start.

So the first draft isn't truly the first time I'm in touch with my WIP. If I play my cards right in order to write, I thinking, crafting, deducing the story elements long before my posterior end connects with the seat.



What to do before the first draft gets processed? Just be....(Zen 101)  in touch with the characters. Which is great for those like me who craft a character driven story. Give the gift of time to the people you create by allowing a lifeline.


What do you get? They'll eagerly tell you their side of what they did and why. Patience can't be overstated. That best idea ever may need some time to percolate and what comes out is better than a Starbucks' Caramel Macchiato.


At least it works that way for me. So during NaNoWriMo when writing like your fingertips are on fire isn't working. Take a break. Go for a walk. And be. What you're doing is opening a door and if you relax and listen, soon those voices will break through the chatter, little by little overtaking the white noise buzz until it's all you can hear.

When the din is too much to take, it's time to sit down and begin that first draft.


Works that way for me. Good luck
in your journey.
Namaste.

COME TO THE EDGE! #SATSPANKS

Saturday, November 8, 2014




WELCOME TO #SATSPANKS!
 
When was the last time you were properly... seduced?

HAPPY NOVEMBER 8 AND LET'S HIT IT!

 
 





“Look at me, Eliza,” he commanded. A muscle twitched along his jaw as I stared back at him, his finger grazing my sex. With his dark eyes locked onto mine, I realized he had the power to erode the walls I’d erected. He was coming for me, and my heart raced, wanting whatever he had in store.

“This boils down to one question,” Graham said and abruptly stopped touching me between my legs. Without warning, he lifted me upright on his lap so we were eye level. The only sound in the room was the muted music from downstairs and our breathing. “Are you sure this is the type of relationship you want?” he asked.

At that moment, I understood. If I said no, this would be over. He’d walk me back downstairs, and that would be the end. He sought a one-word answer to a complex question which would forever change my life.
 
 
 
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SEDUCED...a doorway to decadent desires. COME TO THE #EDGE

Saturday, November 1, 2014

 
WELCOME TO THE NOVEMBER 1 VERSION OF SATURDAY SPANKINGS!
 
TODAY WE'RE GOING GRAPHIC!
 
Using pictures to tell a story... enjoy!

 



 

 
 
 

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FRIGHT NIGHT gets a DRAGON HEART

Thursday, October 23, 2014

   
 

 
 




 
 
 

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