Sunday Speeds – Can We Move On Now?

In case you don’t follow sports, which I do, a lot and completely avoided all week because well, the second coming would have taken a backseat to the fact that NASCAR fan favorite (Lissa stop rolling your eyes) Dale Earnhardt, Jr, driver of the #88 Diet Mountain Dew car, won. Finally. Congratulations!!!!! *throws confetti and downs a bottle of wine*

Can we please move on now?

Please? I’ll beg if I have to but, dear heavens I’m tired of hearing it. It’s been four long years. It’s over now. Let’s focus on something else.

Now, I know many people have been tired of hearing about Jimmie Johnson, who’s won the championship 5 times out of the last 10 years and maybe even tired of hearing about Tony Stewart (including me), who’s won the championship 3 times out of the last 10 years. Definitely tired of hearing about Kyle and Kurt Busch, of this I am well aware and but I still love them both as drivers. There are even some who are tired of Cousin Carl (again, I’m one of them), but I’m one of the very few tired, so tired of hearing about how awesome Jr. is.

Tony Stewart’s response to it all was, well, in a word, hilarious. And what makes it hilarious is the sarcasm directed at the media, and also because he and Dale, Jr. have always been good friends…

About the only blight on the landscape was Tony Stewart’s response to Earnhardt’s long-awaited victory. Apparently tired of questions about Earnhardt’s winless streak, Stewart resorted to sarcasm.

“It’s no different than anybody else that does it — it’s not a national holiday, guys,” Stewart said. “This morning they were celebrating the fourth anniversary of his last win, so I guess we’re all in a state of mourning now, ’cause he’s broke that string now, so I wonder what we’re all supposed to think.” The Drought is over! Junior back in Victory Lane

Is it sour grapes? I don’t know. Maybe. But it is being treated as a holiday of sorts. Hell, even the speedways are serving up specially priced $88 tickets in honor of the win. Really? They don’t do this for any other driver. If Bobby Labonte were to win, who is a past NASCAR champion, and hasn’t had a victory in longer than four years, the tracks wouldn’t be offering up front-stretch tickets for $47 a piece.

But this isn’t limited to NASCAR. I get tired of hearing about Tim Tebow, and was ready to claw my eyes out over hearing about Brett Farve a few years ago, too, however, Tebow IS the second coming from what I understand so… Go figure…

And don’t get me started on the 50 Shades madness…

Yes, I am being a snarky bitch on the blog today, but hey, it’s sports and it’s my blog so I’m allowed. Then again, maybe I should go grab a glass of iced coffee to settle myself. And in a few weeks, I’ll have to be the biggest Dale, Jr. fan around, but that’s another story entirely.

Today, Nascar is racing in Sonoma California. They will racing a road course, Infineon Raceway, winding and tight. I am not a fan of the road course races and often end up napping.

I hope all of you have a wonderful Sunday! Time for me to write a bit…


Snippet Saturday – I Want You To Want Me

I loved that song! I still love that song! It’s awesome. And it’s a sentiment most of us can and do relate to. We want to be wanted. We want someone to want. We want to be needed and to need. We want to be loved and to love. We read romance hoping the hero finds the woman he wants, needs, and falls in love with. We hope she finds the man worth wanting, needing, and falling in love with. We want that happily ever after for the characters in the books we read. Believe me, some readers don’t want that happy for now or happy maybe. They want FOREVER AFTER!

I’ll admit, I do too… Most of the time.

Today’s snippet comes from my latest release or rather re-release, Melting Jane…

Six zero nine was the number he was looking for and when he finally stood in front of the door, he hesitated only a moment before he knocked.

No one answered.

He knocked again, and this time was rewarded by a very irritated female voice telling him to wait a damn minute. He waited, more excited than he could ever remember feeling about a woman on the other side of an unopened door. His dick swelled, and his heart kicked.

The wood panel swung open and there she was: the woman of his dreams, wearing a thick gray sweat suit with her hair in a messy ponytail, fuzzy purple socks on her feet, and an expression that could have melted the snow outside.

He winked, and she snarled. He laughed and, she slammed the door in his face.


* * * * *

“What are you doing here? And by the way, it’s rude to walk in without being invited.”

Her back was to him when he opened the door and walked in. She stood at the stove stirring cream in a saucepan and refused to look at him. Maybe if she ignored him, he’d get the picture and go away.

“It’s also rude to slam the door in someone’s face,” he countered. “I came to see you.”

“I knew it,” she ground out, shaking her head. “He said he hadn’t, but I knew it. This is another setup that Edward coaxed you into, isn’t it?”

“No. I came up with this one all on my own.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Aren’t you proud of me?”

She chanced a glance over her shoulder and found he was grinning at her like a loon. He was actually standing there, in her loft, looking tall and gorgeous while she looked short and frumpy. She couldn’t believe it. It didn’t help that she was in the kitchen making a batch of candy. Okay, add fat to short and frumpy. She hated thinking about herself that way. She wasn’t skinny, but she wasn’t fat either. She knew that; she just couldn’t help it sometimes. Phillip’s words kept coming back to her at the oddest moments and, coupled with the hot man now standing in her loft, the negativity glowed neon. Since the dumping, she’d taken to wearing nothing but loungewear and she rarely went out. How could she let one person affect her so? These small realizations and admissions did nothing but make her grumpy.

“All right, you’ve seen me. You can go now. I believe you know where the door is.”

“I appreciate the invitation to leave, but I was hoping we could have dinner together.”

“No, sorry. I’m not dating right now.” And she wasn’t. She’d given two years to a guy who had sweet-talked her, who wasn’t even in the same yummy ballpark as Cowboy Surfer, and look where that got her? Nowhere. She was safe like this, living vicariously through Edward’s tireless, sex-filled search for “the one”.

“Fair enough. Have you given up eating too?”

“That’s so not funny.”

“I wasn’t trying to be.”

“Right. Well I’m sure you noticed I haven’t given up eating.” She turned off the stove and poured the scalded cream over chopped bittersweet chocolate. The aroma filled the immediate air around her, and she inhaled deeply. The scent of excellent chocolate never got old.

“What are you making?”

He’d stepped close, standing just behind her shoulders. She could feel the heat coming off his body and if she leaned back, she’d be touching his chest. Instead of doing just that — because she so wanted to — she pressed herself closer into the edge of the counter, picked up a wooden spoon, and slowly started to stir the cream into the chocolate. “Truffles. Like the ones you didn’t get this afternoon.”

“I smell chili peppers.”

“Mmm. Yes. We infuse the cream with them. It’s a very delicate balance of flavor, the chocolate and the chili. It’s sweet at first bite, but then a blast of heat erupts on your tongue, completely intoxicating your mouth with flavor.”

“You know they say chili peppers are an aphrodisiac, stimulating the blood and nerve endings.” He leaned closer still, his breath blowing against her hair. “Maybe we should try it out.”

“No we shouldn’t.” Go away go away go away.

“We’ll see.” His breath brushed the edge of her ear, sending a shiver up her spine. What did she have to promise the universe to get him to leave and stop tempting her? “Is this your business then?”

“It’s mine and Edward’s. We started it after he went through a hard breakup with a guy he’d been dating at work. He quit shortly after and decided the way to mend a broken heart was through chocolate.”

“I know many women who would agree with that. How did you meet? You and Edward, I mean.”

Many women? Of course there were many women in his life. Just look at him. She was nothing more to him than a blind date. It didn’t really explain what he was doing in her kitchen though. Blind dates that didn’t go right the first time usually didn’t get a second chance, and guys like him didn’t chase after women like her either. “In a candy making class a little over two years ago.”

“And? C’mon Jane, indulge me. I want the whole story.”

Jane sighed and fought against grinding her teeth in frustration. “He was taking the class to learn to make candy for Valentine’s Day for his boyfriend. When they broke up, I made these for him one day to try and cheer him up and, well, here we are.” Having Graham so near made concentrating on anything difficult. It was a wonder she could think straight at all.

“So, are these what he was talking about when he said you were sitting around eating chocolate all the time?” he asked, a grin on his face.

There was laughter in his voice. While not surprising, it stung that he was laughing at her, teasing her about it. “He said that?” Mortified, she whirled around and wished she hadn’t. He was standing right there, her nose not even an inch from his chest. He was broad and solid, and she wanted to be wrapped in his arms. Stop that. She looked up at him. Something else she wished she hadn’t done.

“Yes. It turned me on.”

“Don’t say that. Don’t say you were turned on because I eat chocolate all day while lounging around in sweats and watching trashy television. I swear I’m going to kill him. I haven’t been serious about it before, but I am now.” She struggled not to cry, but more from anger and humiliation than sadness. “He shouldn’t be telling people that! Dammit!” She began to turn away, but Graham’s hand on her arm stopped her and he held her firmly between his body and the counter. She tried to move, tried to push against his grip on her, but he wouldn’t let up. Fucking truth be told, she didn’t want him to let go. She wanted him to really, really want her.

“Jane, it’s okay. He’s worried about you and if it makes you feel better, he left out the sweats and trashy television part.”

end Snippet

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Hot Summer Nights Erotica Blog Hop

Hey y’all! It’s Summer! And it’s HOT! Both day and night. So, what better way to celebrate than to add to it… making things even HOTTER? I’m participating in the Hot Summer Nights Erotica Blog Hop and there are some fabulous prizes…

First, there’s my prize… A $10 gift card to Amazon, Barnes and Noble, or All Romance eBooks along with all three books in my Simple Need series

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Third, there’s the book basket grand prize…lots and lots of books…

Now, are you wondering what YOU have to do to be entered? Easy… So easy. Simply tell me what you like to do during the Summer. Do you like day trips with the kids? Do you like the long days where it doesn’t get dark until 9pm or later? Do you like eating on the deck/patio? Going swimming or out on the boat? Going on vacation? Is it the food of Summer you like? Tell me your favorite thing about Summer and what you like to do. That’s all and you’ll be entered!

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Snippet Saturday – Kung Fu Fighting

Well, this is a little different for me. Fight scenes are more emotional than physical in my books. And while I love a good movie with a knock-down-drag-out, and stuff being blown up with a lot of action, I don’t always love reading scenes like it because I think something gets lost in the word translation of fists flying.

I have, however one fight scene, though it pretty much takes place off the page. What we get is the aftermath, the emotions, the pleas, the need… But, for now, it’s the only thing I’ve got that comes anywhere close to fitting today’s snippet requirement.


Angel picked up her glass and swirled the liquid around with her finger. “What do you want, Riko? I’m just out trying to have a little fun.”

“I need you to come outside, little sister.”

“No. I’m not done with my evening yet.”

“And you may return once we speak. Outside.”

“It’s too chilly outside. I would rather stay right here. Why not pull up a stool and have a drink with me? Oh wait, there are no vacant stools. I guess you’ll have to leave.”

The booming laughter of her brother echoed off the walls. He wasn’t going to leave without her and she doubted he was going to let her return to the disaster that was her night.

She downed the alcohol and after a few seconds, slid off the stool. Riko threw a few bills on the bar, more than enough to cover her drink, and motioned for her to precede him out the doors.

“What is so important, Riko? I haven’t done anything. Not really. Not yet.”

“No, Angel, you haven’t. I have.”


“I sent the human to you, and I see now that I was mistaken to do so. You do not wish to see our kind survive.”

Guilt trip. Great. “What are you talking about? And it’s not ‘our’ kind, Riko. It’s your kind. I am only half demon.”

“I am still your blood.”

“I’m not out to destroy you and your fellow demons. I just do not want to fall prey to weakness as my mother did. Things are going along fine. So a few demons die once in a while, it’s not like there aren’t more to take their place. What does this have to do with Delan?”

“I realized that you care more about fighting who you are than you do in the purpose of who you are.”

Angel laughed. “There is no purpose, Riko. And all I care about is protecting me, you’re right about that.”

“Against what?”

She whirled at the voice. Delan stood, or rather was being held up between two of Riko’s demons. “What’s going on?” She looked back at her brother. “Riko?”

“He cannot reach you. You will not let him. I told him if he failed, that he would die.”

“You can’t do that. I’ve known him like what? One day? A few hours? You consider that failure? And you’re going to kill him? Human time and demon time is different. To him, it’s only been a day. You can’t expect him to have achieved what you want in so short a time.”

“You have shown no interest in trying, no care for how your actions affect others, so I do not see why we should all waste what’s left of our precious time anymore. He is not immortal, you are right. He can only use what time I have given him. To you and to me, it is more than just hours. It is more than night and day. It is as though a lifetime has gone by. We are not like the humans. We know when we have met our destiny.”

You can’t let them kill him.

Angel looked from Riko to Delan. Were they in on this together? The uncertainty, the fear, the…regret in Delan’s eyes spoke to the fact that they likely weren’t, but… “Come on, Riko. You aren’t really going to kill him. You don’t ever kill anyone.”

“I don’t have to. There are enough who would be glad to see the human dead. You are coveted, little sister, especially since I forbid any of the demons to pursue you. They want you now more than ever.”

Was he serious? She looked over at Delan again. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth and one eye was puffier than the other. He didn’t look near as good right then as he had just a bit ago inside the bar. He was still damn close to irresistible, though.

You have to let me out. You have to trust me that we won’t get hurt.


“What was that?”

Angel looked at the ground, digging the toe of her boot into the gravel of the parking lot. “It’s nothing.”

“Is the angel talking?”

“No. I’m going back inside. There’s nothing for me to do out here.”


“No, Riko. I told you earlier that I wanted him gone.” She turned and walked away, not looking back, and she was almost to the door, almost safely behind the walls of the bar when Delan spoke.

“You did?”

Her voice was barely a whisper and she hoped that it didn’t carry across to him. “Yes.”

“Angel, please. Turn and talk to me, face me.”


“No, I can’t.”

You can’t, but we can. We have to try. You do not want Riko dead. You do not want to sacrifice all that life is just because you think Mother was miserable. You do not want Delan hurt.

“But what—”

If we let him die, we’ll never get to feel him inside again, never get to feel his mouth, his hands. And we’ll never know why he is different with us…

“You’ve got a point there.” That one thought had her turning back around. “Why can’t I hurt him, Riko? Why is he immune to my fire, my heat? Why does he want me so? Why does he crave me and how, out of everyone I have ever known, can he make me crave him?”

“I don’t know.”

“I thought all humans could feel it. I thought it could hurt all of them if I wished it, just like in the club earlier.”

“Yes, that has always been my understanding as well, but he is not demon.”

“Could he be…?”

“I would think that we’d know that, too, if he were.”

“Look, I hate to call attention to myself, given the beating I’ve already received, but do ya’ll think you could get on with it? Either kill me or don’t, but can you save the discussion until after—one way or the other?”

Brother and sister turned their heads in Delan’s direction. His eyes were wary as both took a step toward him, but as Riko stopped advancing, Angel continued until she was a breath away. She smiled slightly. “What do you want, Delan?”

“Trick question?”

She focused all her energy into the fingers that touched him, willing the burn marks to appear on his skin, but…nothing. His face appeared unscathed save for the bruises he already had. “No.”

“You. I want you.”

“Because you don’t want to die?”

“I’ve already told you after the first time it had nothing at all to do with living or dying or your brother’s demands.”

“Then why? You don’t know me. You don’t know the destruction I have caused, the pain I have dealt to others for no more than because I could.”

Delan reached for her, shaking off the hands that held him. Once free, he stalked her until she was pressed up against the front end of a car. She was trapped by the look in his eyes more so than by the arms that caged her against the metal hood, or the hard cock throbbing against the vee between her legs. “Let’s get something straight. My fucking you had nothing to do with your brother. He sent me, yes, and gave me an impossible task, and I could have kept on driving, never looking back, hoping to outrun him and his demons, but I didn’t. I did as he asked. Part of that is the soldier in me, part of it was sheer curiosity. But the minute I laid eyes on you, girl, I didn’t need your brother’s threat to kill me with his demon dick up my ass to motivate me.”

end Snippet

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Snippet Saturday – How Can You Mend A Broken Heart

What an appropriate time for a theme such as this. Usually June is the month of weddings, but with the recent passing of Robin Gibb, and the memory of the Bee Gees version of this song… I am still saddened.

Yes, I like the Bee Gees and I think it’s tragic that only one brother remains.

However, for Snippet Saturday, we must delve into our books for broken hearts. And they can come from anywhere…death, leaving, a broken friendship, hurt feelings from a family member, even a circumstance can break our heart. Sometimes they mend with ease and sometimes, they leave a scar that we will always feel…

I don’t have a cover for this book yet, but this snippet is from my next M/M release, Malachi’s Word.


“Man.” Danny spat the word with disgust and Mal wiped the bar again just to be on the safe side. “It’s always about a man.”

“Things not work out with that pretty thing you carted out of here the other night?” The glare Danny leveled at Mal would have frightened a lesser man. Mal wasn’t now nor had he ever been scared of Danny. Their friendship went back too far. They knew everything about one another. Danny, drunk or sober, wouldn’t hurt anyone unless it was to protect someone else and he sure as hell would never strike Mal.

“You should know the answer to that one.” Mal did know and secretly, whether it was the right thing or not, he was always glad. Danny always did do things the hard way.

“Then why do you bother?”

“Can’t have who I really want.” The words were miserably spoken, full of sadness and resignation. Mal understood exactly what it meant and felt like to want someone so much and not be able to have them. He’d been dealing with it most his life, but hearing those words from Danny… Well, it was the first time the other man had admitted he felt something for someone.

“You mean there is someone? A serious someone?” He desperately wanted to ask who the man was that had Danny all fucked in the head and drinking the desire away every night. He wanted to know who had been lucky enough to garner Danny’s romantic interest so he could help the guy get his head out of his ass. Danny was special and deserved someone just as… Mal should know. He’d always wanted to be the man Danny fell in love with.

“Where the hell have you been? Of course there’s a serious someone. You think I like fucking a different ass every other week? Damn, Mal. I thought you of all people would…  Shit. I’m outta here.”

“I’ve been trying to get your ass outta here for ten minutes.” At Danny’s confused looked, Mal laughed and hoped he’d pulled it off as nothing more than friendly. “Last call, remember?”

“Fuck you.”

Mal didn’t comment, though he wanted to ask if Danny’s words were an offer because he’d sure like to accept. Instead, he went around the side of the bar and helped his friend to stand. “Who is he?”

“Someone,” Danny uttered softly, the one word sounding so dejected, Mal’s heart ached. He’d never admitted to Danny that there was someone he wanted, too. That, in fact Danny was his someone and while there should always be a special person for everyone, it shouldn’t bring such pain and sadness. Then again, love unrequited was the definition such things.

“Does he know?” Mal asked, walking Danny toward the door. He looked over his shoulder at Eli to find the other man staring after them. Eli nodded and Mal returned the gesture in silent acknowledgement.

“The boy toy? Yes. I called him the other guy’s name during a blow job.”

Mal winced. “Not good. But, I meant the serious man.”

“No,” Danny agreed. “Not good to called a twink or anyone else some other guy’s name. They can get vicious. I still have the scratch marks to prove it. And no, Mr. Serious doesn’t know.”

The cab driver had the door open at the curb and Mal helped Danny get settled inside. “How’d you get here tonight?”

“Friend dropped me off.”

“Okay.” Mal knelt on the sidewalk and looked at his friend, doing his best to school his own features into a mask of support. He didn’t know if he was relieved or disappointed that he wouldn’t have a need to take Danny’s truck back out the ranch . “Maybe you should tell him. At least get it out in the open, Danny.” It wasn’t the first time he wondered if he should take his own advice and tell Danny the truth.

Danny slowly shook his head. “I’d lose him if he knew,” he said, dropping his head backward and closing his eyes. “Can’t lose him.”

Who could Danny know so well and whose friendship meant so much to him that a confession would tear their friendship apart, other than Mal himself? Maybe someone from when he was in the Army? Again, Mal wanted to ask but didn’t. He wasn’t sure he wanted the answer if his own name didn’t pass through Danny’s lips. “How can you lose someone if they don’t even know you want them?” Mal stood after a few seconds when there was no remark made by Danny in response. He closed the door and spoke to the cab driver, paying him in advance and giving him directions out to Danny’s place. Mal paid a little extra for the driver to make sure Danny got inside safely.

He turned away without watching the tail lights disappear. Danny would sober up and everything would be fine. It always was after a binge like this. His friend would be back tomorrow night, all smiles and ready to pick up the next little toy to warm his bed and Mal fought against the urge to rub at the ache in his chest at the thought.


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Megan Hart:Read in bed!
Rhian Cahill
Eliza Gayle
Jody Wallace
Mandy M Roth
Leah Braemel
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Shiloh Walker
TJ Michaels
Lauren Dane

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