Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Tuesday Teaser

I have gotten behind on editing, and today is another slow one. I'm sure it's the weather, cold, drab, dreary; I can go on and on. And getting behind, made me forget to post. But, I'm today I'm bouncing back even though outside it looks as if the sun has permanently disappeared.

Jacy plopped down among outfits littering her bed that were too revealing, too staid, or too out of date. She was screwed. She’d lost herself in the fantasy of just how manly Trace Blackwell was and didn’t have the wherewithal to calmly pick out a proper outfit. “It’s a freaking picnic,” she yelled holding up a short frilly skirt, then slamming the scrunched up shirt in her now balled fist onto the bed.
She couldn’t blame it on his tight jeans and T-shirts. She couldn’t blame it on muscles honed to perfection from hard work. Merciful heavens, she couldn’t even blame it on his body, the one she experienced in a night of drunken passion.
Good Lord it was none of that and all of that, and just Trace. The man, sex on legs, pulled all the right heartstrings. How had he turned the tables on her so fast? She’d done the unthinkable in the wee hours of the morning; texted Trace agreeing to see him again, but made it clear, in her mind at least, they were not dating.

They were clearly dating. Five dates in three weeks. She laid her head in her hands and wanted to let out a scream in frustration. It and excitement battled inside her daily. She admitted she liked Trace was actually beginning to fall for him, which she knew better than to, and that was where her frustration took over. Her fears were founded. He thought she was that girl. The one who craved excitement.

Michael Stokes Photography: Photo:

Thursday, February 11, 2016

Must Have

I just had to share. I've been wanting this top for months and it finally came on sale. Arrived in the mail yesterday and it is my new favorite item in my closet.
Now to find a skirt or pants to pair it with.

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Tempt Me

Here's a teaser from Boxer Briefs and Boots. And the pic below just might be part of the cover. Still deciding on that.

Trace’s manly scent mixed with the sweat of hard work teased her nostrils, as he stepped near, making her pulse race and palms damp. She didn’t need the distraction right now. She had to keep her mind off him. Do the right thing. She grabbed her purse, unzipped the bag, yanked the release form out, shoved it and a pen in his upturned hands. “Sign this, and I’ll be on my way.”
“How dare you?” She advanced on him with all the fury of an F-5 tornado. She didn’t think it was one bit comical that he stumbled and put up his hands to ward her off. “How dare you make me a dupe, while you’ve got a…” her glare darted to the empty space around them, dropping her voice to barely a whisper, “a wife and kids waiting for you at home.”
Jacy had never been more shocked in her life when the corners of his mouth lifted in a slow smile and his stare took a leisurely survey of her body. But then, he was a snake, a charming one at that, but still a serpent meant to tempt.  
“Now, darlin’.”
“Darlin’? I’m not your darling,” Jacy spat out. But the sight of him in worn, dusty jeans and sweaty t-shirt called up images of them rolling around in some hayloft took some of the sting out of her voice.
“Keep your damn voice down,” he said through gritted teeth, grabbing her arm and hauling her past the living room furniture, through the French door to the left of the fireplace, out onto the massive deck.
“Don’t you people do anything by halves?” Jacy snapped, seeing four different groups of seating, a sunroom to her right with dining table and more furniture beyond a narrow strip of deck. Who knew what lay beyond?
“This is Texas, darlin’.”
“I know that,” Jacy retorted. “You’re like a rattler among the blue-bonnets. You get bit when you try to pick a bouquet of lovely flowers.”
“You think I’m good lookin’?”  Her brow rose. How had he gleaned good looking instead of snake in that sentence? And why did she want to automatically agree with him. It was all Jacy could do to keep from slapping him or grabbing his face and pulling him to her, kissing those soft, full lips that had her salivating from the first look.
“Get over yourself. Now, I’ll keep my mouth shut about…” her hand flapped between them, “… us, against my better judgment and the way my nana raised me, as long as you sign this release document.”
Jacy was speechless and livid all at the same time watching him drop the paper and pen to a chair as he sidled closer, wrapping his arms around her, saying, “Damn, you’re even cuter than I remember, and all fired up like you are, that red hair and eyes ablazin’ like emerald fire. Don’t think so darlin’. I want to…”
What are you doing? she shrieked, not caring that the pitch would have his wife running out her any second. The scoundrel deserved to be discovered. 

Monday, February 8, 2016

Man Candy Monday

Good Monday morning. It was hard work putting this post together. Not because copy and pasting is difficult, but decisions, decisions. It too me forever to choose just the right photos. And then, I spent another hour just browsing my options. What can I say, Mondays are made to procrastinate. 

Photo by Paul Freeman:

they do boudoir shoots for women all the time, maybe this would be a great pose for a "boudoir" shoot of the guy as a gift for the girl :) hot damnn:


Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Tease me Tuesday - Cowboy Cover Models

Here's another excerpt to tantalize you readers, hoping to make you thirst for more. 

Shooting him her best smile, Jacy laid the expensive lens and camera in the foam bed inside the case. When he had first disrobed, Jacy couldn't take her eyes off hard muscles on his compact body.
   That was before he turned out to be Mr. Hyde. Jacy glanced at the model before turning away. She knew exactly what her problem with the man was, and his manager or agent or boyfriend or whatever he was. She’d never been treated so badly by clients in her life. The “drama king” complained when she didn’t take a face shot, whined for a break every ten to fifteen minutes, argued that this shoot was beneath him; boasted and bragged last year he’d been on billboards and in magazines featuring Calvin Klein underwear. Then his manager had the gall to tell her how to take pictures; she wasn’t holding the camera right, she was too far away; get a close up of—junk, his words not hers, and she was using the wrong zoom lens all while both men hit on her like she stood on a street corner.
...Placing the last lens into the case, she closed the lid, snapping it shut. As far as Jacy was concerned, today had been a waste of time, and Anastasia’s hard earned money. It wasn’t that the model wasn’t gorgeous. Or that the setting was wrong. Or that, even pushing forty or a little past it, his body was a solid mass of muscle. He was and they were. That was the problem. The guy knew it. It came through each shot of his cheesy smile Jacy took.
She felt it in her being; none of the pictures were what Anastasia wanted. Sighing heavily, it wasn’t her call. She took one last look around the one room, rustic cabin. It was homey, if not masculine. Blue plaid curtains covered the windows. A navy spread covered the king-sized bed, pushed up against the window along the back wall. The combination kitchen and living area to her back had state of the art appliances, and the over-sized couch and chair in leather still managed to make the place feel country.

Monday, February 1, 2016

Monday Man delights

Here are a few sinfully delightful country boys for my, I mean, your viewing pleasure.



Colin Wayne. Hot Fitness Model. Eros De Deseo:

Boxer Briefs & Boots

Hello, everyone. The last few years have been difficult. With the death of my husband came many responsibilities. Some I was ready for. Many...