Saturday, November 29, 2014

Tumble Dry Release Day!

Yippee! Finally the day has arrived. And what a special day it is! Not only is Tumble Dry now available for purchase, my bestest buddy, Lydia, and I are on our way to New York City to see the Rangers play the Flyers!

I get all sorts of swoonish just thinking about being in the same building that Henke and Mats are in. Guess someone better make sure one of us is carrying smelling salts. So while the Goober Sisters are hitting the Big Apple, I hope you enjoy my new short interracial cougar tale if you grab a copy.

Thank you all so much for your support! It truly does mean the world to me. *hugs*

Let`s Go Rangers! Clap, clap, clap clap clap!







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Roxanne Jones has one day off this weekend. She does not want to spend it carrying her unmentionables to the nearby laundromat but Fate has different plans. When the washing machine in her apartment building dies mid-cycle, Roxanne has no choice but to finish her laundry across the street. Once inside the Tumble Dry launderette, she discovers that the dryers aren`t the only hot things to watch. In walks a younger man wearing the only clean items left in his wardrobe: torn jeans, sandals, tattoos, sex appeal, and a few well-placed piercings. When the two lock gazes no amount of fabric softener can stop the sparks from flying. It doesn`t take long for Donovan King, an English major at the local college, to not only woo Roxanne, he manages to begin to a steamy seduction that won`t end until both are well-tumbled.

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Throwback Thursday Tune


How could we not share Adam Sandler`s amazing "The Thanksgiving Song" today? Everyone needs a little levity before the family descends upon us, right?

For those who celebrate have a safe and fun-filled Thanksgiving day.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Tuesday Tales - Stuffed

Welcome back to Tuesday Tales!



Today we're kicking off Wind in White Birch. As I said last week, this serial that wraps up Dana and Jonah`s story is one of my favorites for many, many reasons. Each issue is between one thousand and fifteen hundred words, so they`re fast little reads. There is some rather ribald language in this issue just so you know.

Our word prompt this week is 'Stuffed.' Please do check out the other wonderful writers after you`re done reading by clicking on the Tuesday Tales link at the bottom. Thanks for stopping in!


Wind in White Birch




Tomes A ‘Plenty Bookstore
Pittsburgh, PA

“Here I thought you were tidying up the erotica section, not taking notes.”

I spun around, the incendiary copy of Delta of Venus nearly flipping from my sweaty palms. Katie, my boss and the owner of the book store I work in, caught Ms. Nin`s erotic masterpiece before it hit the hardwood floor.

“I thought I saw a spider crawl into it,” I lied neatly, tugging the book from her I then slid it back into its place on the bowing shelf. I continued to stare at the spines of tomes hoping her damned red eyebrow would go back down. When I peeked to the left the ginger-haired woman was the poster child for the disbelieving.

“Right. A spider. Well, lunch is here,” she said, patting my shoulder then weaving past an older woman perusing the erotica section. I smiled guiltily then hurried in the opposite direction, hoping a slow stroll through non-fiction would ease my scarlet cheeks.

I really hadn`t meant to read it. I just thought since it was slow and Katie was off grabbing pizza, I`d skim the book just to ensure I had a good grasp of the content in case a customer asked. That`s my story and I`m sticking to it. Planning on a peek, I somehow ended reading and having lurid images of slowly undressing Jonah Big Deer filling my mind and making my breathing shaky. In my mind, I could still hear the sound of the zipper on his jeans going down tooth by tantalizing tooth.

Shit. I paused by the frosty window then laid my cheek to the frigid glass. That helped. I needed to strip naked and plaster my body to the icy window. I bet the pedestrians hurrying down 22nd Street would be impressed. I was out of control, plain and simple.

Trailing my fingers over the books as I passed I felt the calming reassurance books always bestow settling into my soul. Katie, and the small pepperoni with extra cheese, was waiting for me behind the counter. I shoved a stack of advanced readers copies aside then pulled over a stool. Our store was tiny yet homey with every square inch filled with books.

“Remind me to take down the Christmas lights,” Katie said, placing a gooey slice on a foam plate.

“You could leave them there and call them Valentine`s lights,” I offered, waving a slice at the front windows. I took a bite and sighed. Food was a damned poor substitute for a tall Seneca man but it would have to do. I stuffed in two more bites. My cheeks stretched and chewing was somewhat difficult.

“Substituting dough and mozzarella for dick won`t help,” my boss said. After I stopped choking, I gaped at her openly. I love Katie, I do. I love her kinky red hair, her freckles, and her wardrobe which never stepped out of the sixties although she`s only fifteen years older than me. Hell, I even love her cranky tuxedo cat Bongo Drum, the store feline. However, her propensity for frank speech leaves me slack-jawed at times. That`s why I deal with the customers and Katie deals with everything else.

“FYI, Madame Sex Fiend, I am not substituting dough and mozzarella for whatever you said.”

“She said dick,” the old lady from the erotica section interceded, laying her copy of Erica Jong`s Seducing the Demon down beside a sleeping Bongo cat. Katie snorted then pulled a circle of pepperoni from her slice. The cheese was being stubborn.

“Can I get you anything else?” I asked. The grey-haired darling shook her head. I rung her up, bagged up her book and wished her a happy Thursday. Once the little thing shoved her way into the bitter cold of a Pittsburgh January, I turned to the woman in a long denim skirt and a frothy tie-dyed shirt. “You are incorrigible,” I told her flatly.

“I know, but the truth is the truth. When are you planning on calling that stud from the Finger Lakes?” Katie asked, placing her pizza aside to twist open a bottle of spring water. The store was empty now. The heater was pushing the red and green lights around in the front windows. The smell of warm books and pizza blew throughout the store. I shook my head and slung a leg over my stool.

“I`m not calling him,” I told her, laying a paper towel over my black slacks, “Do you know how desperate that would sound? ‘Hi Jonah, it`s me, Dana. Listen, I`m such a loser I have nothing in my life besides my son and work. Can you drive down and make me feel loved?’”

“Don`t say that, you`ll scare the young buck to death. Just call him, tell him you`re horny and invite him down for a good screw. I guarantee you he`ll break land speed records to get here, you`ll get laid, and my erotica section will be less drool speckled.”

“Oh my God, you are so sick,” I said, absently pawing for my cell in my pants pocket as I stared at my employer in shock. Katie shrugged and muttered something only she and Bongo could understand. Glancing at my incoming, I grimaced.

“Hey Grandma, what`s up?” I said.

The rather taut voice of my grandmother exploded into my ear. “Dana, is there a parking slot in front of your store?”

I stood up and squinted at the street. It was on the tip of my tongue to say no but I knew the Clairton Corp were already near. I sighed and told her that yes there was a spot open. No sooner had the words left my mouth did my grandmother`s silver Cadillac ran over the curb outside. Not bothering to drive back off the curb, five old women exited the Caddy. My grandmother and my four great-aunts, out for their weekly Thursday shopping run in the city.


I crossed myself as the bells over the door jingled.


Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey

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Sunday, November 23, 2014

Tumble Dry Excerpt!

I just love sharing excerpts with you guys and dolls! Today we have a short little snippet from my upcoming IR cougar short, Tumble Dry. I hope you get a little hot under the collar while reading it! *wink*

The following excerpt has explicit sexual language. If you`re offended by. . .blah, blah, blah and yadda-yadda.






EXCERPT:


“Hey.”

“Hello,” I replied, masking the rush of desire that flared up upon hearing his voice. Deep, yet not too deep. I judged him to be perhaps twenty-one or twenty-two. That would give me about eight years on him. I smiled around my straw at the way those blue eyes of his roamed with wanton approval over my curves. I tugged my change purse out of my front pocket, and then accidentally-on-purpose dropped it. Turning so that he could see the show, I bent over to fetch my quarters. When I straightened, beaded coin purse in hand, he was staring at me, his mouth open slightly, his hands gripping his duffel. Not a sock was being shaken out now. 

The corners of my mouth curled into a smile before I sat down. He shook off the spell he had fallen into. I sipped my iced coffee, immensely happy to know that this man was not averse to a woman with a little meat on her bones. Being a pastry chef meant tasting my creations. A few pounds had settled on me since I had graduated from culinary school. Some men disliked my curves, and some men embraced them. It was not an issue for me to be a plus-sized woman. My sleep was not interrupted by bouts of angst or agony about the width of my backside, rest assured.

It took him a moment to regain his thought process. I crossed one leg over the other, placed my coin purse on my lap, then sucked slowly on my well-gnawed straw. He was engrossed in his laundry now, tugging large handfuls of clothes out of his bag, and cramming them into the washer. I had to say something.

“You really should separate the colors from the whites.”

“Nothing is new enough to bleed, but thanks.”

He kept shoving more dirty laundry into the machine.

“If you overload, your clothes won’t get clean,” I told him, my straw resting on my lips as I spoke. His lapis-colored eyes moved from the washer to me. A strong urge to unbutton my blouse and offer him my breasts overtook me.

“I only have enough coins for one load,” he replied. I liked the cadence of his speech. It was slow, precise, educated, as if he had taught himself to enunciate clearly. A man that spoke well was a huge turn-on. Is there anything worse than a hot guy who is trying too hard to be street? Seriously guys, if you want to impress a woman, be literate. Save the smack talk B.S. gangsta lingo for the locker room. “Maybe we could share a washer?”

“You think I want your boxers all over my panties?”

“I don’t wear underwear.”

I nearly choked on my calm, cool, and collected.



“You okay?” he asked, a slight twitch of a smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.

“Fine,” I said as I took another sip to smooth the moment. “Went down the wrong pipe.”

“Isn’t that a funny saying? I mean, we only have one pipe so how can something…”

I stopped listening to him. My mind couldn’t focus on words at the same time it was conjuring up a mental image of me slipping my hand into his pants to check if he was lying about no boxers.

“So do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Have a couple of spare quarters? Since you won’t let my man things gyrate around in the water with your woman things.”

Was he saying those kinds of things on purpose? Of course he was, if the puckish grin he now wore was any indicator. Oh, I did like this man. A lot.

“Honey, I’m not sure that your man things are man enough to gyrate with my woman things,” I parried. He chortled then leaned a hip into the washer, his arms folding over his bare chest.

“I’m pretty sure that they are.” He said it with utmost confidence in the prowess of his man things. I sucked down a large gulp, the twinge behind my eye reminding me to slow down. I sipped and enjoyed looking at him, spying a small, silver navel ring glistening from the neon lights overhead. My mouth was dry even though I had just swallowed some of my drink. His steady gaze made me fidget. My nipples grew hard, the tender nubs rubbing inside the cup of my last clean bra. The crotch of my panties became coarse against my bare skin. This man made my skin itch all over.

“Rather sure of your man things, aren’t you?” I finally said, as I tossed my change purse to him. He caught it with one hand, his eyes never leaving my face.

       “Rather,” he commented offhandedly, opened the tiny bag then extracted four quarters. 


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Thursday, November 20, 2014

Throwback Thursday Tune

Time for a girl group, and what a great girl group we have!  Enjoy the Ronettes singing one of their biggest hits, Be My Baby.


Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Reserve Your Copy of Tumble Dry



It`s pretty cold outside here on the Hillside Farm. Doesn`t  a toasty robe fresh from the dryer and a hot erotic short story sound wonderful? Although I can`t give each of you a cuddly soft robe, sadly, I can give you a hot IR erotic short story. You can grab your copy of Tumble Dry now and curl up with it, while wearing your favorite robe, on Nov. 29th! 




Roxanne Jones has one day off this weekend. She does not want to spend it carrying her unmentionables to the nearby Laundromat but Fate has different plans. When the washing machine in her apartment building dies mid-cycle, Roxanne has no choice but to finish her laundry across the street. Once inside the Tumble Dry launderette, she discovers that the dryers aren`t the only hot things to watch. In walks a younger man wearing the only clean items left in his wardrobe: torn jeans, sandals, tattoos, sex appeal, and a few well-placed piercings. When the two lock gazes no amount of fabric softener can stop the sparks from flying. It doesn`t take long for Donovan King, an English major at the local college, to not only woo Roxanne, he manages to begin a steamy seduction that won`t end until both are well-tumbled.


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Monday, November 17, 2014

Tuesday Tales - Stark

Welcome back to Tuesday Tales!



 Today we have the last installment of a short holiday addition that spanned White Moon, Yellow Leaves and Wind in White Birch.

Our word prompt this week is 'Stark.' Please do check out the other wonderful writers after you`re done reading by clicking on the Tuesday Tales link at the bottom. Thanks for stopping in!

Blue & Silver Bows



 Jonah nodded, walked inside, and closed the door with my back. I had lunged at him with rabid intent and he had countered perfectly.

 My coat slithered down off my arms. His did the same. His mouth roamed over mine, his hands slid down my ribs then back up. My fingers found the strip of rawhide holding his hair and I pulled that puppy out roughly. Jonah hissed at the lost hair. I had his bolo tie off in no time. He had his hands on my thighs, his mouth on my jugular and his groin plastered against my hip. There was no mistaking that he wanted me. I twitched and shuddered as his fingers roamed over my upper thigh. My high heel fell to the floor when Jonah jerked my leg up above his hip.

I threw my head backwards and it met the door with a crack. I inhaled then started to giggle. The more I laughed the less erotic the moment was. Jonah picked his head up and stared down at me.  Fanning my face with my hand, I tried to get myself back on the lust train. Sadly, it seemed to have pulled out of the station.

Jonah blew out a long warm breath that fluttered over my flushed neck and face. “Yeah, okay, so I think I should probably go.”

“You never got coffee,” I pointed out as I relaxed in his arms. I ran my fingers over his jaw and teased his ear lobe, my eyes hooded and sultry I hoped. The man sucked in a shaky breath, released my leg and tugged the hem of my dress down.

“I`ll grab some on the way home. If I don`t leave now we both know where this will end up,” he said tucking a wild strand of yellow behind my ear. “And it is not that I don`t want to go there with you but I want you to remember everything I do. I don`t want any regrets or doubts that it was the booze that made you sleep with me. So, next time no vodka, okay?”

“Cross my heart,” I said then did. “You can`t go yet. We have a present for you.” I wobbled over to the four-foot faker in the corner of my stark little apartment. I found his gift, kicked my remaining shoe free then presented the present to him.

He smiled. My girly parts got all sorts of tingly. The man picked his coat off the floor, threw it on, and then raced out the door. He was back in a moment, windblown and sexy as hell. I began to shake my head when he placed the large box wrapped in blue and topped with a silver bow in  my shaking hands.

“Wow,” I stared at the big box, “What are the odds we`d choose the same paper and bows?”

“Goes to show you how our minds run along a similar path." He tore the paper from his gift. His eyebrows rose in surprise. “I thought this would be that romance book Andy had talked about," he confessed as he read the back of the anthology of Seneca legends. When he looked up his ebony eyes told me things that made my ears red again. “Thank you,” he placed the book over his heart. "And thank Rhett too.”

“I will,” I said awkwardly holding the large box. He motioned at the gift with his head. I sat on the couch and patted the cushion next to me. Jonah eagerly plastered his rump next to mine.

“It`s for both of you,” Jonah said as I removed one baseball mitt than another. “I know you`re lost right, but hear me out,” he explained to my quizzical look. “Every guy needs someone to toss a ball too. It`s more than just about playing baseball. We talk better when we`re sporting it. You be his catching buddy and he`ll talk to you about everything.”

“Thank you,” I choked out and placed a kiss to his cheek. His skin was so warm beneath my lips. I wanted more but he was already getting to his feet. Deep down I knew he was right. It would be better to wait. That didn`t mean my libido had to like the verdict though. He took my hand. We walked to the door where he turned.

“I`ll call and we can do something in the New Year, yes?”

I nodded like a bobble-head doll. Another chaste kiss and he headed out into the cold.

“Hey!” I shouted, hugging myself tightly when I stepped out onto my battered welcome mat. Jonah stopped five steps down and looked back up at me. “You were supposed to teach me a Seneca word.”

The wind lashed up into the vestibule, slinging his long hair around his face. A wicked smile played over his well-kissed lips.

"Hë:es"

"And that means what, exactly?" I asked rolling the word around silently on my tongue.

"Cougar." He winked then disappeared into the night. The New Year could not come soon enough.




Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey

*~*~*

And that concludes Jonah and Dana`s first date. Next week we'll leap into Wind in White Birch, one of my two favorite serial series, and see if this budding relationship blossoms.

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Saturday, November 15, 2014

How A Story Is Born (Sometimes)

I must confess to being really excited about the release of Tumble Dry, a short erotic romance which is being released under Secret Cravings Weekend Getaways line. Every so often an image will float past your eyes that instantly strikes a chord. A character or plot-line springs to life and before you know it, a story is rolling onto paper. That is what happened with Tumble Dry.

One day I was just scrolling through my Facebook feed, idly looking and liking, when this gorgeous young man appeared. Who he is I do not know. I don`t even recall who it was on my friend's list that shared this tantalizing image. Whoever it was, thank you!






BLAM! I sat there, jaw hanging open, staring at this stunning fellow. Talk about inspirational! Within a week Tumble Dry was written. I hope you enjoy this new erotic interracial cougar short coming 11/29 exclusively from Secret Cravings Publishing. 





Roxanne Jones is about to discover that dryers aren`t the only hot things at the Tumble Dry laundromat. 

*~*~*

“So do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Have a couple of spare quarters? Since you won’t let my man things gyrate around in the water with your woman things.”

Was he saying those kinds of things on purpose? Of course he was, if the puckish grin he now wore was any indicator. Oh, I did like this man. A lot.

“Honey, I’m not sure that your man things are man enough to gyrate with my woman things,” I parried. He chortled then leaned a hip into the washer, his arms folding over his bare chest.

“I’m pretty sure that they are.” He said it with utmost confidence in the prowess of his man things. I sucked down a large gulp, the twinge behind my eye reminding me to slow down. I sipped and enjoyed looking at him, spying a small, silver navel ring glistening from the neon lights overhead. My mouth was dry even though I had just swallowed some of my drink. His steady gaze made me fidget.

“Rather sure of your man things, aren’t you?” I finally said, as I tossed my change purse to him. He caught it with one hand, his eyes never leaving my face.

“Rather,” he commented offhandedly, opened the tiny bag then extracted four quarters. My tongue toyed with the end of my straw. He laid the purse on the top of the machine next to his then arranged the coins in the slots, all four standing erect. Mmm, what a nice word that is. Erect. Makes all sorts of dirty, sweaty images appear inside a woman’s mind, doesn’t it?


Thursday, November 13, 2014

Throwback Thursday Tune

Okay gang, what  was the name of the movie this huge hit from Billy Ocean was part of? I personally loved the film and still watch it whenever I can.


Monday, November 10, 2014

Tuesday Tales - Picture Prompt

Welcome back to Tuesday Tales!



We are still moving onward with a short Christmas serial titled Blue & Silver Bows. We have a picture prompt this week so the excerpt is written to reflect the image and must be three hundred words or under.  Jonah is driving Dana home after she nervously imbibed on their first date. We'll pick things up right our couple have left the comedy club.

Blue & Silver Bows



“Take a right and cross over the bridge,” I smiled. Jonah looked like he wanted to kiss me but he didn`t. That was probably a wise call since we couldn`t seem to stop once we started. Traffic was light and we arrived in front of my apartment complex a little after midnight. I had myself under control a bit better when he opened the truck door and took my hand so I could slide down to the ground. We took the stairs to the second floor, conversation drifting off into the always-awkward saying goodbye zone.

I found my keys and got the three locks opened. Jonah was behind me, his big frame blocking the wind that whips up into the vestibule. I didn`t want him to go, not yet. I looked up from the ball of keys, key fobs made by childish hands, and a Wolverine lanyard my son won at a school fair.

“You could come in and see the place,” I mumbled, wondering where the vodka-fueled cougar had fled. This was a little church mouse inviting the cat in for tea not some young man hungry wildcat. “Or I mean I – It`s late and you have a long drive so. . . I shouldn`t have done that because yeah...I`m so really not a cougar,” I admitted, finding the top of his boots incredibly fascinating.

"I`d really like to see your place and maybe have some coffee? If that`s not too pushy?"

          I smiled up at him as I leaned next to an image hanging on my wall of one of the old camps by Mud Puppy Lake taken years ago by Aunt Jo.  “You`re letting all the heat out,” 



Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey


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Sunday, November 9, 2014

NaNo News Is Good News!



Well, actually it`s not news so much as a snippet. I felt terrible not posting something on Sundays, so I thought I would share a short excerpt from the first of two novellas I`m working on for NaNoWriMo.

The working title for the M/F tale is Light the Lamp, but that may change. It`s an erotic cougar tale about Carol Odell, a dog groomer who meets and tumbles for the second line center for the Columbus Ravens, Kyle Kinzer. I am having so much fun with Kyle and Carol, but I am also really enjoying writing the dialog between Carol and her best friend/business partner Donna Pardone. Only best friends could be this comfortable with each other. 

Here`s a wee bit of conversation between Carol and Donna. This excerpt is NSFW. It contains naughty words about sexy acts and man parts. If this offends please feel free to come back at another time. I will not be hurt in the least. For those of you who are still here enjoy the snippet! Do keep in mind it is rough as a cobblestone road, so just ignore any pesky errors you may stumble upon.






            "Did you ever order those new business cards?"

            I looked up from the numbers I was placing carefully into columns in my ledger. Donna sat across from me in my kitchen, her face screwed into a mask of confusion. On the other hand, she may have had gas. We did just finish off a huge Mexican meal.

            "I thought you were going to handle that," I answered, my pen hovering over our costs for the month of September.

            "Oh good Lord, excuse me." Donna leaped to her feet then ran over to open the small window over the sink. Guess the confusion versus gas question had been answered. Muggles yawned from under the table, his jowls coming back to rest on the top of my foot. "Whose brilliant idea was it to stop for Mexican?"

            I pretended I did not see her fanning her fanny. "That would have been your brilliant idea," I said then returned to the drudgery that is monthly bookkeeping. Someday, as soon as humanly possible, we'd be able to hire an accountant. Until then, it was Donna, me, and her gassy gut every month.

            "Never listen to me again." I heard the window closing."So, did you order those cards?"

            "No. I thought we had discussed trying to keep things local if possible. Thanks." I lifted my empty coffee mug. Donna topped me off then filled her own mug.

            "I can stop into the printing shop over on Hilltop Lane on my way in tomorrow." Donna returned to her seat with a burrito in her hand. My eyebrow climbed into my hairline. "Don`t judge me."

            "I'm not. I just have to smell you," I said with a wink. "We don't have anything coming in until ten tomorrow, so go ahead and drop into the print shop. I'll make a run to the post office and drop off these invoices and — what the hell?"

            Her burrito hit the plate in front of her. Beans and rice bounced over our paperwork.

            "Do not let me touch another burrito. I can't let Phil know I fart, burp, or swear."

            I flicked a bean to the floor. I looked down to witness Muggles reach out with his tongue like a chameleon to snap up the bean.  

            "And Phil would be who exactly?" I laid down my pen and began picking kernels off the bills.

            "He runs the print shop. He has an ass you can bounce a quarter off of and a mouth like Orlando Bloom."

            "Yummy," I murmured as I rolled another bean off the side of the table. I didn't need to look down. I heard the bean meet its maker.

            "He is most yummy. Of course, he`s in his late forties and married, not young and available like your hockey stud but—excuse me? I was talking here," Donna snapped as I bolted from the kitchen into my living room. I found the remote beside my tablet. Donna appeared at my side a moment later chewing on her previously discarded burrito. I gave her a look. "It's why they make Beano, right? What are you looking for?"

            "The Ravens game," I said as I flipped channels. "Where do I find sports?"

            "Everywhere it seems. Try channel 45. I was once cruising past and saw men in tight white pants and shoulder pads patting each other's asses."

            She sat down on the couch. I punched in channel 45. Two men were making out in the shower.

            "Huh, I never knew we got Logo," I said.

            "Me either."    

            We both watched spellbound for a few minutes then I resumed searching for hockey. I found it up on channel 82. My ass met the sofa.

            "Am I to understand we are now going to watch this hockey game?" I nodded at her. Her finely plucked eyebrows beetled but she said nothing else about it. "Is there a reason that they're all standing around? Damn it! Muggles come clean this up. Stop scowling, it didn`t have any sour cream."

            "I think they're standing around because that man with the big head is going to sing the National—look! It`s Kyle." I leaned forward, elbows to knees, remote still in hand. He looked just as good as I remembered, maybe even better.

            "That kid is beyond delicious. I would be jealous if I didn`t love you so much. You can go away now, dog. Your breath smells like you've been eating road kill."

            "Love you too, now be quiet. I want to learn as much as I can before Wednesday so I can dazzle Kyle with my new-found expertise." The camera panned away from the bench, and Kyle, to the man waving a small American flag over his head as he sang. When the anthem ended, the camera was moving over the Ravens bench. I saw Kyle kiss the Hufflepuff key then tuck it back into his jersey. I mean sweater. My stomach glowed like banked embers. He was wearing my gift.

            "As if the game is hard to grasp," Donna mumbled around a mouthful. "I mean, it's simple. All those big men on skates try to hit a black thing into a net. There, you now know all you need to know about the game. Worry about honing your oral sex skills. That will impress the young buck a lot more. I saw this video on Facebook where a woman showed how to use a grapefruit wedge to enhance a blow job." I gaped at her openly. She lowered her burrito. "What?"

            "Where do you find these things? The only videos I see on Facebook have cute kittens and adorable kids."

            She smiled wickedly but said nothing more. I snuck a peek at the TV. The singer was gone now. A bunch of players stood in the middle of the rink in a circle. The referee was teasing two men by pretending to throw down the puck repeatedly. When he finally did drop the puck and the Raven player lunged for it, the referee blew the whistle and made the Raven player leave. A different Raven player skated over, crouched down, and did the same thing but he didn`t have to leave.

            "I'm already confused," I confessed. Donna was licking her fingertips with loud smacking noises. We sat in silence for another five minutes. I was doomed. I could not follow the puck and I did not understand why there were whistles blowing and play stopping for icing. Of course the puck was icy, they were playing on ice. It made no sense. The only sensible thing about the game so far was when one man in a green jersey crashed into the Raven's goalie. A fight broke out. Not that I condone violence, but a knuckle sandwich to the nose for knocking down another player made sense, in a sort of barbaric way. Perhaps I should have paid more attention to Kim when I had been at the game. I peeked at Donna through my lashes when a commercial break began. "A grapefruit?"

            "Hand me your tablet."


Saturday, November 8, 2014

Tumble Dry Cover Release!

I hope you like this super sexy cover, crafted by the one and only Dawne Dominique. I just love it myself. It captures the heat and tone of the story perfectly!






Phew, right? Talk about a face-fanner! I am terribly envious of Roxanne, my leading lady. How about  we check out the blurb from Tumble Dry, which releases on November 29th exclusively from Secret Cravings Publishing. 

Stop back every Sunday until release day for info about the inspiration behind Tumble Dry and an excerpt from this smoking hot erotic short story! 


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BLURB:
Roxanne Jones has one day off this weekend. She does not want to spend it carrying her unmentionables to the nearby laundromat but Fate has different plans. When the washing machine in her apartment building dies mid-cycle, Roxanne has no choice but to finish her laundry across the street. Once inside the Tumble Dry launderette, she discovers that the dryers aren`t the only hot things to watch. In walks a younger man wearing the only clean items left in his wardrobe: torn jeans, sandals, tattoos, sex appeal, and a few well-placed piercings. When the two lock gazes no amount of fabric softener can stop the sparks from flying. It doesn`t take long for Donovan King, an English major at the local college, to not only woo Roxanne, he manages to begin a steamy seduction that won`t end until both are well-tumbled.





Friday, November 7, 2014

Dueling Author Interviews






One of the best things about being in author groups is getting to know new writers. No one gets you and your quirks quite as well as another scribe. Over on Facebook I'm lucky enough to be a part of a fantastic author support group called Authors Forum. It was there that this authors interviewing other authors project came to life. We were all assigned interview partners and boy did I luck out. Not only is C. S. a gentleman, he is a skilled author with a great wit. Below you'll find both of our interviews. I hope you enjoy them! Please do visit C.S. at the links in his interview.

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1- When did you know you were a writer?

I’ll let you know when that happens. At the moment, I’m just a guy who wrote a book wondering what the future holds. I had hoped to make a film, but I can’t seem to stop writing.

2- Gene Kelly or Fred Astaire?

That’s a bloody tough one! Can I get away with saying Kelly’s voice and Astaire’s elegance?

3- What is your writing routine?

It involves making it home from either work or the gym and still having enough energy to be creative. If my eyes aren’t hazy, I switch on some music and immerse myself in a created world.

4- You're headed into space and can only take one book. Which one is it?

Ha! Can I say Maybe, Misery for some extra-terrestrial promotion? If not, probably My Boring Ass Life by Kevin Smith. 

5- Name your favorite character from one of your books.

That’s another tough one … Either Lance Talon or Dr Max Carter (people haven’t met him yet).

6- Are you a grammar stickler or a grammar slacker?

A bit of both, I find I slip between the two almost seamlessly.

7- What are you currently working on?

The sequel to Maybe, Misery – The Talon Strand, I’m co-writing a story called Beating Hearts with a talented author from Seattle and I’m also writing a love story called between Dimensions; oh and a collection of drabbles, poems and short stories. 

8- Top three genres to read/write.

For reading: Sci-Fi, short stories and dramas. Writing: Fiction, fiction and fiction with bits of Science chucked in.

9- Sports? Love them or hate them?

I wouldn’t go as far as to say I love them. I watch the infrequent football (soccer) match on the T.V, but I do work out often and play tennis, so I guess I love them more than I hate them.

10- Do you have any pets? 

Much to my chagrin, no … but I really, really need a kitten.

11- What is the best thing a reader has said about one of your books?

I was going to look at my reviews then, until I remembered my editor said it was one of the best debut novels he’d worked on. I took that as a compliment.

12- What was the worst thing a reader has said about one of your books?

You know, I’ve been lucky so far. There has been little to no negative comments, probably because I always have a hammer close by. I guess it was when a reviewer didn’t like my non-linear structure.

13- Top five reasons you must write or cease to live.

Well it was one my bucket list to write a book. It’s really hard, making every chapter an achievement. Those inner thoughts have to find some way out. Doing it right can help other people with their experience. If I didn’t write, I’d just complain on my blog.

14- The zombie apocalypse has begun. What do you pack?

I already have it packed. A screw driver; a Stanley knife, a bandage, my kindle, a spare jacket, one copy of Maybe, Misery and some antibacterial hand lotion. I always carry these things in my back pack just in case. I also carry custard creams, but they don’t last long.

15- Where do you get your inspiration?

25% from music, 25% from film, 15% from women, 10% life experience and 25% from other books; unless something just pops in my head.

16- What is your number one writing tip?

Switch off the world.

17- What is your favorite childhood book?

Bloody hell, I can barely remember yesterday! I’m going to say BFG by Roald Dahl.

18- If you could switch minds with a famous author who would you swap with?

I’d probably go with a certain Mr King, just to help my descriptive writing. A day worth of elephantitis would go a long way.

19- How do you combat writer's block?

With distance, whenever I have struggled to write; I have simply taken a step back and read what I have written. Hopefully then I enjoy reading it that much, that I want to write more. If not, then sex and alcohol.

20- Dream vacation destination?

I’d love to go back to Switzerland. It’s such a beautiful place. Then again, there are so many places left to explore. Tokyo is definitely up there and America.

21- Do you have a playlist that you listen to when you write?

Best question ever! I do indeed! I have created soundtracks for most of my work so far. I often include songs in my book. There is beauty still to be found in music … you just have to push through all the mass produced nonsense first.

22- What scares the bejeebers out of you?

I used to be afraid of heights, until I climbed three mountains, in three different countries in 24 hours. I’m still not a fan of small spaces though, though I’m not really afraid; I’d just prefer to avoid them ha!

23- If you could pick one of your works to be turned into a movie, which one would you chose?

I got told that Maybe, Misery would make a good movie! Though I think the Talon Strand would be good, it’s more of adventure.  

24- Regular or decaf?

I try to avoid coffee but I’ll go with regular.







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And now my interview. My replies aren`t nearly as clever as C.S.`s are. 

1. So, is writing a lifelong ambition, or did it just happen?
It sprang up out of the blue, or so it seemed, about 7 years ago. Now I know that I always had the mind of a writer.
2. You have one day left on earth, what do you do?
Spend it with my husband and daughter. Then attend a Rangers game that night.
3. How long do you write each day?
4-6 hours if at all possible.
4. What is your opinion on the self-publishing industry?
I love it. My first books were self-published.
5. Who/what/where first inspired you to write?
It was Bryan Singer who inspired me to write my first fan fiction. Let`s just say I disliked the way he handled the X-Men movie, so I sat down to pen my own version. The rest, as they say, is history.
6. Aren't kittens just the cutest thing? Or are you one of those dog people?
I am a HUGE cat person. Just check out my Pinterest page if you doubt me.
7. You’re throwing a dinner party and you have room for three guests. Which three authors, past and present would you invite?
Mark Twain, J. R. Ward, Armistead Maupin
8. What’s the one question you wish people would ask you when you tell them you’re a writer?
Where can I buy your book?
9. Where do you get the names for your characters?
They come to me generally. I'll know right off if the name isn`t right, and will fiddle and rename until the correct one appears.
10. What makes you love/hate a book?
There are few books that I hate. I can only think of one in the last 30 years that I could not finish. What makes me love a book is great characters, lots of sex, a strong plot, plenty of character interaction, a bit of action, and a touch of humor.
11. How hard is the editing process?  
It is hard as hell. Seriously, I now hate commas with the burning intensity of ten thousand suns.
12. What genre (s) do you write and how are they different from other writers of these genre(s)?
I write erotic romance. My books tend to focus on people who aren`t the cookie cutter leading man, leading lady, leading zombie. Wait. Where did the zombie come from?
13. What are you currently working on?
At the moment I'm doing NaNo and trying to get two erotic hockey novellas, one M/F and one M/M done for possible anthology submissions.
14. What is the most interesting thing you have learned from your research?
That traffic lights in Minnesota are called stop-and-go lights.
15. Which of your covers is your favourite and who designed it?
I love them all, but I'd have to say the To Love a Wildcat covers by Dawne Dominique are my favorites to date.
16. How do you combat writer's block?
Walk, listen to music, watch TV, read, people watch, bat ideas around with other writers.
17. What would be your number one writing tip?
Discipline. Learn it.
18. Do you have any phobias and how do you deal with your inner fears?
I'm scared of bees. I deal with that phobia by running around flailing my arms if a bee comes within fifty yards of me.
19. What are your all-time favourite three books?
Outlander, Dark Lover, Charlotte`s Web
20. What was the first book you remember reading?
Charlotte`s Web
21. How long have you been writing?
7 years.
22. What’s the most annoying thing people say when you tell them you’re a writer?
When are you going to get a real job?
23. When you're not writing, what do you do for fun?
Read, hang with the family, play with the chickens, watch Rangers hockey, have lunch with my friends.