Sunday, June 28, 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors

It's my anniversary today. Been married twenty years to a wonderful guy.

If you're visiting for the first time, 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 with my WIP.

Living two centuries alone, Macon had given up hope, believing that he’d have to pass his pack to his nephews or cousins.
He’d been further stunned to find his mate human. He didn’t mind. She was a dark beauty, tall and curvy. But as alpha, his pack came first; and though they were fully integrated into the human world, some still clung to the old ways.
Putting plan B into action, his muscles bunched, bones crunched, and hair covered his body in the seconds it took for the change to take place. Instinct had his wolf wanting to rush to her side, vehicle or not, and make her stop.

Still, Macon didn’t move. 

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors 8 Snippet Sunday

Happy Father's day all. I've been out of town and once I got back have been busy, busy. I'm home for a few weeks, so I'm ready to dive into my WIP.

If you're visiting for the first time, 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.

I've stopped a little short this week because I can't fit all of the next portion into just a sentence or two.

Enjoy.

She never promised him a thing, nor did she acknowledge their connection as mates, which worried Macon and kept his wolf unsettled. However, when she traveled through his territory, which was not often enough for him, she let him push into her head, lessening his wolf’s unease, and until she became comfortable with him again. Well, that was an overstatement, but used to his presence. She listened as he told her of pack problems and asking her advice. She, in return let him know she was grateful for getting her mind off her problems for the short hour it took her to drive through pack territory. Not sending her his thoughts and feelings had been difficult, knowing that she was his mate, and couldn’t claim her.



Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Tuesday Teaser

I hope everyone is enjoying the warm weather outside. Well, here in the south it's already scorching. And I've been taking advantage of it. 

This past weekend we took a long weekend and drove to Asheville, NC to see The Biltmore. We made a day of it, enjoyed the tour and wine tasting and then spent the evening by the pool. 

Hence my lack of posts. But, I'm back and the short break has me writing more than ever. I'm stopping just to post this week's teaser of Boxer Briefs and Boots. 

Enjoy the blurb. 

A slight breeze rustled leaves overhead. The day had turned out perfect, weather-wise. It was warm and sunny with cotton candy clouds drifting across the blue sky. But other than that, it seemed disaster was looming.
Picking up the plastic cup, Jacy stared at Trace through lidded lashes over the rim. She prided herself on insisting they meet at her office or the park. She wasn’t ready for him to pick her up at her house. She didn’t trust herself. Sitting across from him, looking at him stretched out on the blanket, his arms crossed beneath his head, her fingers ached to trace the scar on his arm.
She took another sip of the red wine. She was drinking more than she intended while Trace barely touched his. She attributed it to the fact he had only to look at her and say, ‘wish we had more than an hour’ she’d confessed she was client free for the rest of the day. She beamed like she’d won a food contest at his compliments, which he’d devoured while she ate half a steak biscuit and only a bite or two of potato salad.
“Don’t have to eat like a bird on my account, baby,” he’d drawled, his eyes leisurely touring her body like a starved man, but her stomach doing somersaults wouldn’t allow for more.
And she hadn’t brought out the brownies yet. Glancing at the basket, maybe she should. His startling gaze would be focused elsewhere. She wondered why she stalled. The longer she waited meant spending more time with Trace and she didn’t want that, really she didn’t.
“How did you get this?” she asked, her hand reaching out to trace the scar on his arm before her brain could stop her.
“Barbed wire.”
“Oh, it must’ve hurt.” Jacy’s voice softened and she continued to caress the spot, as if her touch would soothe away the old hurt.
“Like the dickens. I was twelve and still green enough not to pay attention to the wire while I helped dad free the calf. One heck of a lesson I didn’t forget.”
Jacy gasped when strong fingers captured hers, pulling them away from his body. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…” Her eyes dropped to his large hand, his thumb circling the back making her stutter and stop trying to tug free.
“You’ve been perched on the edge of the blanket, like you’re ready to bolt. Much too far away all afternoon.”  His gaze fell on her face, neck, and then moved lower. Air backed up in Jacy’s lungs. “You’re not afraid of me now, are you, darlin’?”
“No.” It came out on squeak. And she had to think hard to take her next breath. In all honesty she wasn’t. Jacy just didn’t trust herself.
“Sounds like you’re not sure.” He leaned up, capturing her wrist in his hand that thumb still caressing her hand and now arm. “You know I might bite,” he nipped her arm in confirmation, “but I wouldn’t hurt you for the world.”
Jacy gulped and all her brain cells seemed to disintegrate as eyes so pale blue, she wondered if they had any color to them at all, stared back at her.
“I… know.”
“Then why don’t you come on over here and let’s get reacquainted.” She watched dumbly as he took the wine glass from her hand and set it on top of the cooler just out of reach.
“Oh…” Jacy almost said ‘okay’, but caught herself in time. But she couldn’t stop the momentum of his gentle pull. Her body tumbled on top of his, his lips captured hers and that was the last coherent thought Jacy had for a long while.  

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Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Tuesday Teaser - Tamara

Hey all. This post is a little later than usual, but I've been writing and editing all day. This is the first breather I've had. But that's a good thing.

I thought I'd introduce you to more people in my Cowboy Cover Model Series. This week say hi to Tamara. (No last name as of yet). She's Aine's assistant. She comes from a pedigree background carving out her life on her own terms in Landmark Texas.

She and Jacy are best friends. Today I wrote a nice, well, a terrible scene of Jacy, Tamara and the rest of the girls from Landmark, a girl's night in scene.

It needs lots of work. Any good drinking stories, crying over guys you want to send my way would be great.

But, I also began Tamara's story. Book two in CCM series.

Here it is unedited intro.

Tamara ran her sweaty palms down the peasant style light blue top, then gathered the courage that had deserted her, pushing the door to Tony’s Tavern inward, she stepped inside.
Cool air hit her heated body. Spring in Landmark was proving to be a hot one, and if it was the indicator of summer, they were all in for one heck of a scorcher.
Standing just inside the door, Tamara let her eyes adjust to the darkened room. Looking around she took in the surprisingly clean bar. This was her first time in the establishment. She usually ate at Lucy B’s Diner. But, this is where Jax wanted to meet, so here she stood.
She was surprised to see it was a bar/restaurant. The bar took up center stage in the main room, to categorize it as the main point of the business. Tables surrounded the wooden square structure and booths lined the far wall.
Just beyond lay a smaller room. Two pool tables, a jukebox and an open floor had miniscule room for dancing. Tamara’s eyes lingered on the back room. Maybe later she’d get the chance to get in a game of snooker, uh, pool, Tamara silently remonstrated. No one needed to know her great-great-great grandfather had been an English baron. And her mother still called it snooker to this day.
Stepping further into the room, Tamara scanned the main area. Only a few tables were full this early in the afternoon. The bar was empty, as well as the backroom, so she’d beaten Jax here. Walking up to the bar she ordered a bottle of The Temptress, a milk stout brewed in Garland, Texas just northeast of Dallas.
It was one of her favorite beers with its flavors of chocolate and caramel. Grabbing the beer set in front of her, she asked if she waited for a hostess or could take any table. “This time of day, sit yerself.” Menu’s on the table. Just yell when yer ready to order.”

“Thanks.” Tamara glanced around the room, moving left around the bar, grabbing the last table in the near corner. Sitting, she took a large gulp of beer. 
A noise at the door drew her attention. In walked sex on legs, Trevor Jackson, aka Jax and the reason she was a bundle of nerves. 

Cowboys there is something about them that is just so sexy!



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.