Sunday, May 31, 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors

Welcome to Weekend Writing WarriorsWewriwa  is a blog hop. When I found this, I noticed several authors that I've read their works. It was quite thrilling to be put in this company.

Please stop by wewriwa and view other author's works. Comment, praise and share. We love our readers. Your participation is greatly appreciated.

I'm continuing my WIP shapeshifter story. Here's a little background if this is your first time to join.

Macon Outlaw is a wolf shapeshifter, alpha of Cane Creek pack. Sekyah, newly widowed, is his mate. They are the background for my shapeshifter series the Outlaws.

His mate, a mortal, Sekyah, has just lost her husband to a dreadful illness.

Sorry I've been out a few weeks. I got stuck on the story. I knew where I was heading, but wasn't sure how to continue.
I almost decided to just go with it, act out Macon's plan for Sekayah, but then I realized there was little background on Macon at all, and I was jumping the gun.

So, this week's 8 gives you a little perspective on Macon. Again, this is a raw perspective, because I write this each week. No real editing except trying to keep spelling and grammar errors at a minimum. I do that because I can edit a piece to death. So this is new for me.

Enjoy, and check out others in the blog hop here....wewriwa


Macon thought back to their first bond. He’d been stunned to find she could hear him. The sound of his voice had run her off the road, she’d said. And, his well-meaning desire to assist her turned disastrous. 
Macon chuckled at the image of him holding her in his arms while buck naked. Seems she wasn’t ready for a wolf to rescue her or for said wolf to transform into a man. Macon clenched down on his growing need, trying, unsuccessfully to ignore his body’s natural reaction to thoughts of holding his mate in his arms.
Turning his thoughts back to his approaching mate, his wolf howled to be free; it would have gone rogue this past year and a half if not for the hope she’d given him during their mind connections. 

☀Gray wolf Canis lupus in captivity, Sandstone, Minnesota, United States of America, North America

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Tuesday Teaser

Today I'm giving a double treat. This excerpt from Boxer Briefs and Boots comes with chocolate.

Evil Shenanigans has a great chocolate cheesecake brownie recipe that Jacy's making to take on her picnic with Trace. She's hoping food, specifically a decadent chocolate dessert will deter him.

She's wrong.

“No. I won’t do it.” Jacy shook her head, her the rich red falling across her shoulders. Tamara looked on with envy. Her own hair was baby fine, so thin that only a short haircut gave it any fullness and gave her heart-shaped face a look of sophistication.
Not that Tamara minded looking younger. Any thirty year old would, but when men looked at her as if she was jailbait, a girl had to do something.
“He’s signing the papers.”
“It’s blackmail.” Jacy whirled on her friend. “And if I recall that’s illegal.”
“Honey, ain’t nothin’ legal about the way Trace Blackwell fills out a pair of jeans, or a shirt for that matter.” She laughed at Jacy’s scowl. “See, you like him.”
“Do not.”
“Then you won’t mind if I ask him out.”
“I saw him first.” Jacy sputtered at the revelation. Shit, she’d held it together when Trace called last Friday. She’d even accepted his invitation to meet the following day. “Someplace quiet and private.” His deep voice had images of the cabin dancing in her head.
“The park here in Clarksville,” she’d finally suggested.
“Good. Let’s say two o’clock tomorrow. You bring the food, and I’ll bring the wine.”
He’d hung up before she could protest.
Well she’d shown him. Or that had been the plan. She’d made chocolate cheesecake brownies. Knowing most couldn’t resist the temptation. But, Jacy knew a man like Trace needed food and lots of it. If she could just get him full, she’d lull him into signing the papers, leaving their date intact.
No, no, no. Not a date.

She’d armed herself with homemade angel biscuits, the yeast made them melt-in-your-mouth-soft along with a sweet taste. She’d marinated a sirloin roast in coffee, herbs, and garlic and then roasted it until it was medium rare. Cutting it paper-thin, she put them in a container with its au jus, intending to pile slices on the biscuits. 

Chocolate Cheesecake Brownies

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Storyboard Saturday - Justin

Hey all. Hope you have a great holiday weekend. Mine's busy like most, but take a moment to remember our men in uniform. My great-grandfather was on a ship in the pacific during WWII. I had uncles and an aunt in the several branches of the military, as well. 

And I work with retired military in the education field. I have a great respect for them as well. I haven't written a military novel, but at one point that may happen. 

To our men and women in uniform, present and past, I send my heartfelt thanks for all your sacrifice. 

If you read last week's post, I thought I wouldn't get another word out of Justin. But Cassie assured me if I followed him to the barn he'd open right up. 

I watched him check the mares, talking to them in quiet even tones to reassure them. My cheeks heated time and again as his hand stroked down their necks, patting their shoulders, wishing he'd touch me that way. 

As he went about his work, I learned more by listening than asking questions. He talks of breeding practices, keeping the mares separate until their ready for the stallion. Timing the breeding to have the colt born as close to January as possible, since all horses ages are based on that date. 

It seems race horses, no matter what month they are born in a year, they are considered one, two, three, etc. years old in January. I find that odd, but Justin shrugs it off. 

He talks of running a pub with his brothers, joking about the Irish bartender....um... and a goat... Guess I shouldn't talk about that. 

Anyway, as he speaks of his family I learn I was wrong about his siblings. He has six brothers and sisters, three sets of twins. I guess I didn't hear him correctly last week. Must've had something to do with the way he fills out a pair of jeans. My eyes stray to his...

Torin is around somewhere, working with the colts or whatever. I've never been so close to these large animals. Some ignore me, others rush their gated stalls lowering their heads for me to rub, their noses sniffing my hand for treats. 

One, large, and I do mean large. I have to reach high just to get my hand to the tip of her nose. She snorts and pushes against it, and I stumble right back into Justin. He grips my hand steadying me as he murmurs to the mare. 

"She's just pressin' to see if you'll cede to her dominate nature." He presses me forward. "Do no' be afraid. Once you let her know you won't back down, she'll be eatin' out o' your hand in no time." 

Just like Justin has me eatin', I mean eating out of his hand. (Deep sigh). Cassie is one lucky woman. 

As we walk, Justin apologizes. "Sorry for me rude behavior. Me and Cassie had a bit of a disagreement yesterday, and I've not..."

"Oh, a bit of gossip?" I can't help but ask. 

"I don't like to speak ill, but...  He scrubs his hand down his face. "She's a stubborn lass, and I... well I've a temper. She just... still lover her, but can't seem to get away from the past."  

"Say no more." I know exactly what you're talking about." 

"You do?" 

"Yes." I pat his muscled forearm, and let it linger, reveling in his strength. "I'll make sure you two work it out." 

"Huh?" His puzzled look is priceless. 

"Don't worry," I yell as I depart. 

“Talk to me. Tell me what you’re hiding.”
“Secrets? No.” That wasn’t what she meant. She had them, but now wasn’t a good time. When is? Later much, much later. “I don’t have any…” Surely he could hear the lie and would call her on it. The air in the room grew thick and Cassie’s breath pushed out in tiny puffs.
“You’re lying.” Leaning in, he slid a finger across her exposed collar bone. “Tell me.” His finger paused, he raised his eyes and said, “then we’ll put it behind us, and I’ll make us both feel good.
“Has all the oxygen left your brain?” Because it certainly had left hers.
Justin moved between Cassie thighs, his erection bumping against her stomach, confirming that it had. “Tell me you don’t want this?”
Did she? Of course she did… “I…”
“You know what I think?” No. She couldn’t think at all. Only feel.
The need to nip the fluttering pulse at the base of Cassie’s neck, held Justin’s gaze captive. “I think,” his voice lowered, trying to tamp down his raging need, “you never took the chain off because you still want me.”
Yes. Wet heat gushed from her core. He used that voice. The one that had her doing things against her better judgment. Cassie shook her head, trying to clear it.
 Lie. The voice of self-preservation chimed in. But then he curled his fingers around the back of her neck and dipped his head, his nose nuzzled her neck.
Her intoxicating musk scent filled Justin’s nostrils. He moaned, dropping his forehead to hers. “Cassie, I…”  
Swallowing, Cassie finally found her voice, trying to sound icy but it came out as a whisper. “Tha... that’s absurd.” Hold up. She wanted to hold on, to his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his hips as he drove inside her wet pussy. 




Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Tuesday Teaser

Jacy has got herself in a pickle.

Not sure how I'm going to write her out of it, but the girl has gone and put Trace on the cover of Aine's new book, Boxer Briefs and Boots without his consent.

Trace is dang mad at Aine, Aine is hopping mad at her assistant Tamara for not paying close attentoin, and Tam lays it straight at Jacy's door.

Stupid margaritas, stupid tequila, and stupid, stupid hormones going after a man while she's inebriated.

Ain't it fun.

Here's this week's excerpt:

   If she could just see his face, hidden beneath that well-worn black Stetson, it too would probably be darker as well. “Just a peek. Please let him be gorgeous,” she said on a sigh.
   It didn’t occur to Jacy to walk around the bed to take a peek. Climbing up beside him, she let her eyes roam his body, and a brush of her fingertips up his thigh, hip, and back before pushing the hat, letting it drop to the floor. Plopping her chin onto her hands she stared at the face before her.
   Virile. The word blinked in her head like a neon sign. It was not runway-worthy-good-looking. But certainly handsome enough for commercials and magazines. Still as she gazed at him, the overwhelming urge to taste the full sensual lips her finger was tracing…shucks…she snatched her hand away. "Gotta remember," she giggled, "no touching."
   Why her alcohol laden brain wondered. She liked the zing coursing through her body that had nothing at to do with tequila.


Saxx are the most comfortable underwear in the world for men. But your man is sure to feel ultra sexy in these ergonomically designed boxer briefs!

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors 8 Snippet Sunday

Good morning/afternoon readers and bloggers. I am excited to be a part of a group of talented writers wewriwa.

Wewriwa  is a blog hop. When I found this, I noticed several authors that I've read their works. It was quite thrilling to be put in this company.

Please stop by wewriwa and view other author's works. Comment, praise and share. We love our readers. Your participation is greatly appreciated.

I'm continuing my WIP shapeshifter story. Here's a little background if this is your first time to join.

Macon Outlaw is a wolf shapeshifter, alpha of Cane Creek pack. Sekyah, newly widowed, is his mate. They are the background for my shapeshifter series the Outlaws.

His mate, a mortal, Sekyah, has just lost her husband to a dreadful illness.

Excerpt

Exhaustion and something deeper, Macon opened his senses further, surrounded his woman. The pain of her loss knocked him and his wolf so, that he staggered into the building and his wolf clawed and snarled just beneath the surface to rush to her aid. It was in their nature to comfort and protect those of his pack. Shaking his head, Macon realized he couldn’t officially claim her, yet.  There was one thing to do. Stepping further into the shadows, he hastily removed his clothes. Until he could claim her, he’d protect her. Even if it was from herself.

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Saturday Storyboard - Justin

It's been a few Saturdays since I posted. Life, well in this case the job that pays the bills had me busy.

I'm back to my story, Gambler's Odds. I want to introduce you to one of our main characters, Justin. Ladies, I wish you could see him, six foot plus, long legs in body hugging tight black jeans. A black T-shirt, short-sleeves rolled up, showing off his muscles. His shoulder length black hair is tied in a leather thong. His grey eyes see everything, but give nothing away.

 Now, I'll try to do him justice, but no details can give you the inside pleasure I have. Not because of his too-good-to-be-true good looks.

It's the accent. (Sigh). His Irish lilt is extremely difficult to describe. It's deep and breathy and sexy.

Cassie says...  How could she think when his thumb circled lazily in the small of her back the soft lilt of his accent hypnotizing her? 

(Moans). I know how she feels. After an hour in his presence and I'm ready to ditch my guy, hop on a plane to Ireland, and find a man just like him. 

(Sighs)... Well, if I keep drooling over him, we'll never get this post finished.

Here's a little background. Justin Barclay has three brothers and sisters, all twins except him. His father, (his mother has been married three times and Justin is his father's only child), moved to Ireland from England.

He's thirty-three and breeds Irish thoroughbred horses for a living. Irish bred race horses are some of the most sought after in the world. But, I'll let Justin tell you more in his own words. 

Justin how did you meet Cassie? 

Her ma and da flew over and purchased one of me thoroughbreds. 

(Blinks). Okay. Would you like to say anything else about that?

No. We met, had an affair and...

Wait. That's not why you're back in the states, to break her heart?

Shouldna've agreed to this interview. He turns his head away and mumbles. 

What's that?

Nothin'. Listen I'm no' good at interviews so let me just put this out there. 

Cassie and me were lovers. I... she.... (shakes his head)... We screwed up. This gimp...

Gimp?

Fool.

Oh, okay, go ahead.

As I was sayin' this fool's been wreckin' the place and I'm back to help. 

So... Hmm... I narrow my eyes. So, you can honestly say you're not in love with Cassie any longer? Never taking my eyes off him, his grey eyes turn to smoke and the stare he turns on me makes his rugged face even more handsome. I shiver. Dangerously handsome. 


A man could only take so much torture before he snapped. Catching Cassie in a short robe was better than the fantasy he’d dreamt last night. Her bare legs were like a shining beacon guiding him straight toward her. Then again, seeing her in tight jeans, second-skin riding pants, and long-sleeve shirts molded to her torso, calling to him day after day these past weeks started it all.
But it was when his eyes roamed lower, the silver chain he’d given her grabbed his attention, and right then, the small hope he had harbored that she’d let him come home finally seemed within his grasp.
Ever so gently, like the first touch to a newborn colt, an invitation to get acquainted, he tipped her face up, lowering his mouth to hers. Slow and gentle, so she could break away if she wanted.
Mewling sounds of sheer pleasure erupting from Cassie’s throat the moment had all thoughts other than satisfying his own pent up desires, vanishing from Justin’s mind. Right now there was no betrayal on her part. No issues from his own part of their past to settle.

Only one thing was on his mind when he stopped her from leaving, exploring Cassie’s hot, lithe body that was now cradled against his.

Justin?

Sorry Aine, I need...

He leans forward his shirt stretching taut over his muscled chest, and I find it hard to swallow.

Aine. I've got work to do on the farm.

Um sure.

I'll... Ladies... Thank ye kindly for joining us.

He stands, turns and walks out of the office. His tight jeans enhances his... (Sighs)... Yeah. What he said. 



Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Tuesday Teaser - More Boxer Briefs and Boots

I hope you all had a wonderful mother's day. It seems the more I accomplish the further behind I get. But, maybe it's because of warm, sunny, long days that distract me. Yeah, I'm sure that' it.

While I love all the color, and yesterday we went to pick out flowers for my husband to plant (he's the gardener of the family. See the pic at the bottom), and a few vegetables, all this greenery cuts into my view. It's limited to just the front yard now instead of the street and across the fields.

There's something to be said for winter, which allows me to see more of the world around me. Anyway, I'm going off on a tangent instead of giving you what you came to read.

Here's Jacy and Trace and a scene I omitted, but could wind up in a later section.


“Hey. We don’t have all day. Grab a quick shower, and I do mean quick. I’ll have food ready…”
A thud and a mumbled curse behind Jacy had her spinning around. OMG. Jacy’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened. Standing in front of her was the finest specimen of a man she’d ever laid eyes on.
Naked. Buck naked. Stark naked. Just plain naked and in all his glory. And what a nice, thick, long—Jacy gulped, forcing her eye lower, legs, yeah nice muscular legs, he had. She lifted her eyes to the ceiling, mouthing a ‘thank you’ to her dearly departed grandma.
She ran a hand through her hair. Shoot in a messy bun. Did she have time to— One hand drifted to his chest, rubbing lazily up and down his torso. No false pecs on this guy. Washboard abs she longed to slide her fingers over. Oh, and those cute indentions on is narrow hips v’ing toward—yum. Forget chocolate. He was her new favorite treat.
Jacy tried to silently swallow around the lump in her throat so she could continue to openly ogle him without being seen, but she must have made a sound. Because he slowly lifted his head, and Jacy was caught.
Caught like a deer in headlights in those long, thick blond lashed hazel eyes. And gosh darn it, if she didn’t stumble a step toward him before stopping herself.
“Sorry, ma’am. His hand automatically dropped covering his… well trying to cover his goods then he swiftly turned, presenting his backside to Jacy.

“No…” was all she got out before her mouth dried up. His broad shoulders were knotted and rippled with muscles. Her gaze ran down the deep indention of his spine to the two dimples at the base. She closed her eyes dreamily and moaned a “yes,” upon seeing narrow, tight, perfectly shaped buns. 

Here's a nice spring pic of flowers out front. Nothing to do with the blurb.




Saturday, May 9, 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors 8 Snippet Sunday

Good morning/afternoon readers and bloggers. I am excited to be a part of a group of talented writers wewriwa.

Wewriwa  is a blog hop. When I found this, I noticed several authors that I've read their works. It was quite thrilling to be put in this company.

Please stop by wewriwa and view other author's works. Comment, praise and share. We love our readers. Your participation is greatly appreciated.

I'm continuing my WIP shapeshifter story. This week begins Macon's POV.

Macon Outlaw is a wolf shapeshifter, alpha of Cane Creek pack. Sekyah, newly widowed, is his mate. They are the background for my shapeshifter series the Outlaws.

EXCERPT
Macon let his wolf stalk closer to the surface, sharpening his senses, color faded and he peered with his enhanced night vision through the shifting shadows, keeping an eye on his approaching…prey? No, she was never that. Inhaling deeply, he pulled her scent into his body, imprinting it into his mind and soul. Not that he actually needed to. From the first time she drove through his territory he knew her from all others. Yet, it had been months since he’d last caught her scent, and with their situation, he wasn’t certain when he’d have the opportunity to smell that sweet aroma again. Every fiber of his being wanted to call her what she was, mate. But… from her perspective it was too soon. 




Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Tuesday Teaser - Boxer Briefs & Boots

I hope you're enjoying this spring day. Here it's sunny and warm. And now that the weather is drier, I feel better. I can now breathe.

Anyway, today is quite busy. I'm working on three stories. I'm editing Gambler's Odds, adding a twist that ups the conflict between all main characters.

I have my niece working on illustrations for my YA paranormal book. And Just jotted down some ideas for the next chapter of Boxer Briefs & Boots. 

We're getting to the good parts in the story. But here's the beginning.
Enjoy.

   “Annoying Diva.” The words came out in a low whisper as Jacy Rawlins shook her head and started to remove the zoom lens from her camera. The cover model sashaying toward the bed wiggled his ass, encased in tighty whitey boxer briefs before turning, sitting, and pulling off the expensive pair of black leather boots used as a prop.
   He caught her eye and the corner of his mouth lifted in a dazzling smile. Fake. They had to be capped. Just like his botoxed face, sprayed on tan, and thick pecs that were probably implants. 
   “Why in the world would Aine want a guy like him as her latest cover model,” Jacy murmured. There was nothing about this guy that screamed cowboy.  
   Shooting him her best smile, Jacy went back to packing up her equipment. When he first disrobed, Jacy couldn't take her eyes off his hard muscles on his compact body.
   "That was before he turned out to be Mr. Hyde."
  He wasn’t more than an inch taller than Jacy’s five, five frame and didn’t outweigh her by twenty-five pounds. He’d weigh more if you lost a little weight, her inner thin girl voice chimed in. 
Russian curvy model by Katalina Gorskikh   Jacy squelched the cheery little bitch. She was comfortable with the five extra pounds, more like fifteen, the bitch chimed in, “got it,” Jacy agreed there were ten extra pounds glued to her butt and thighs.
   Jacy was curvy, but in all the right places. So she’d been told. 


Sunday, May 3, 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors - 8 Snippet Sunday

Good morning/afternoon readers and bloggers. I am excited to be a part of a group of talented writers wewriwa.

Wewriwa  is a blog hop. When I found this, I noticed several authors that I've read their works. It was quite thrilling to be put in this company.

Please stop by wewriwa and view other author's works. Comment, praise and share. We love our readers. Your participation is greatly appreciated.

I'm continuing my WIP shapeshifter story. Here's a little background if this is your first time to join.

You will be happy to know, I have the characters figured out. No title as of yet, but this is Macon and Sekyah's story.

Macon Outlaw is a wolf shapeshifter, alpha of Cane Creek pack. Sekyah, newly widowed, is his mate. They are the background for my shapeshifter series the Outlaws.

He was the last thing her exhausted brain should try to muster to think of. Who, not what was he? Why did he want her? She didn’t even know his name.
But I want to. No. Not want or need.

Good memories of her life with Mike, insurance papers to find, the will, settle the estate, and too many responsibilities crowded out further thoughts of him. Searching the narrow winding road and beyond the meager headlights; Sekyah knew he was out there, waiting for her.

Wolf Tattoos - Probably Best Fitted For A Guy . Looks Manly But Detailed & Artistic 


Saturday, May 2, 2015

Storyboard Saturday - The villain

Hey all. Last weekend I spent the day with a few hundred readers at a luncheon. It was great. The fans were wonderful, fellow authors couldn't be nicer, and the event was a success. 

So, It's been two weeks since I posted. I'm continuing this week interviewing Cassie, from my story Gambler's Odds

Hey, Cassie. We missed last weekend, but I thought we'd continue where we left off. Well, actually I'd like for you to tell the audience what you revealed to me this week. 

Aine, you know you're near and dear to my heart, but that isn't happening. 

Come on Cassie. You know it's a shock to everyone at Briar. And I'm writing it as fast as I can, but maybe if...

Sorry. That would be a major spoiler alert. And if it's one thing I know, fans will balk. You'll have to wait until the book comes out. 

Aine, I did want to talk about the villains. 

Villains?

Yes. There is one nasty guy out there trying to ruin me. But, he was instrumental in getting me and Justin back together. 

Cassie, really? 

Don't raise your eyebrows. He's bad news, for sure, but if he hadn't caused problems, pursued me the way he did, I would never have asked Justin to return. 

So you want to thank this guy? 

Heck no. But, as bad as he is, and he's pretty bad. “We had a ton of moldy feed delivered last spring, and because of it, we lost several colts early in the season. I’m purchasing more hay than I want. Scott, the young man who takes care of pasture rotation insists he got a call telling him to let the cattle graze here, but when I checked he couldn’t give me a name and he wasn’t certain whether he spoke with a man or woman.
 “Ponds were contaminated with blue-green algae, making horses sick. They grazed here,” she nodded in the direction where she’d pointed moments ago, “until we fixed that problem. We lost horses. The fence circling the shallow end was pulled down. The drop off is drastic, and because the fence was just below the surface, colts and a few fillies couldn’t make the long swim around to shore.”
All of our problems are because of the culprit. 

So why give him credit? 

As I said, if wasn't for him I wouldn't have Justin back, but more important, if it wasn't for the mess he caused our story would never have been told. 

All right. If you're sure. 

Yes. Give the readers an excerpt. 

The beginning of the story? 

No, how about right after the cow fiasco. 

Now that was funny. I posted parts of that earlier. 

K. Now let's show the readers who's behind Briar's problems. 

The sight from his vantage point was—beautiful. Flashing lights pierced the sky, people in handcuffs, men, women, and children worry etched on their faces, and Cassie frantically searching for him, a phantom.
The chaotic scene would have been perfect if he’d thought of it himself.
His plan to unnerve, to subtly attack Briar had been foolproof, and worked brilliantly. But now he saw its flaw. After each attempt, they’d fortified themselves then regrouped, becoming stronger.
No more.
Turning he froze at the sight. The slut. Before he comprehended what was going on, his feet brought him near the couple. It was only by sheer will that he kept from flinging out of the shadows and tearing her from the man’s arms.  
Forcing his feet to move, cold fury warded off the chill night air as he stalked the mile through the woods back to his car. She was shacking up with the Irish hick.
He had put her on a pedestal. His mind scattered over everything he knew about Cassie. She was born of pure stock; he ignored the fact her grandmother was an American-Indian. Her ancestors, like his, had come to this country and made a name for themselves.

Stay tuned next week. Who knows what Cassie will have planned. 





Historical Euphemism of the day for Sex

Labor Leather Time Period: 1500 - 1600 Leather needs to be conditioned to keep soft and pliable aka lots and lots of practice in bed.