by Mlissa | May 11, 2010 | Loose Id, spanking, Stick Shift
YAY! Stick Shift is now available from Loose Id!
Hold on, ’cause there’s some things y’all won’t be aware of if you just read the blurb and the publisher’s warning. In their advisory, all they mention is that the anal play/intercourse may be objectionable to some readers. Well, much as that is probably appreciated, there are other things contained in this book that readers should know about…
So, I just want to give y’all FAIR warning. Consider this…
‘Author’s Warning’ – This title contains a the younger man/older woman dynamic, a naked chase scene, bare-handed spanking, naughty sex out on the deck, naughty sex in the truck, and a makeshift gag of ladies’ unmentionables!
I do hope you want to continue reading! Grins… And if I know my readers, you do…
I thought I’d give you one more excerpt, especially for those of you that are still on the fence. Hopefully this will make you fall right on over with the need to have it!
“Why? I told you this is real, Lily. I want you. Period.” He shoved his plate away and stood. “I’m going to have you too.” The predatory look in his eyes had her up out of her chair and backing away. “You can’t run from me. I’m going to catch you. When I want something, I go after it. I don’t sit around waiting.”
“Y-you’re too young, Cam.”
He lifted a brow and smirked. “My age again?”
Lily swallowed. Hard. Then licked her lips. “Fine, then. If not yours, mine. I’m too old.”
He rounded the corner, and Lily had to turn her head to the side a little to see where the other corner was.
His stride was so long, she wouldn’t make it going backward. Damn. If he caught her, touched her, she would attack him again. He felt too good inside her. Her body wanted him. Other parts of her wanted him too, but she wasn’t ready to acknowledge those yet.
“We fit good, Lily. You’re soft curves, and I’m hard planes. You’re gentle, and I’m rough. I’m not letting you deny me or yourself. You want it too.”
He reached out and snagged her fingers, pulling her to a stop. He caught her when she was within reach and tugged her close him. His cock was hard against her belly, and he slid his hand into her hair, pulling until her head tilted back. He captured her breath with his mouth.
His other hand dropped to her ass and forced her legs apart from behind. He pulled her up tight until she was standing on tiptoes, then cupped her pussy. The shirt she wore offered her no protection. “You’re so hot here.” He emphasized “here” with a squeeze that made her moan, then slid a long finger inside her. “And you’re so damned tight and soaking wet. I want you choking my dick with this pussy every goddamned day.”
He let go of her and stripped off her shirt. “My bedroom is up the stairs and to the left. I’ll give you a head start. For every second between the time you get to my room and into my bed before I get there, I’m going to spank you.”
Lily’s eyes widened. He was going to spank her for beating him to his room? Wait. He was going to spank her? She’d never been spanked before, had never even thought about it, but as she looked down at his hands, which she found so sexy, she suddenly had a desire feel them smack her ass.
As quickly as the doubts showed up when she was with him, he rapidly chased them all away. Now all she wanted to do was have him chase her up the stairs and fall on her. Age and other issues floated to the back of her mind.
“A head start?” She was naked, and she didn’t care. A part of her was blossoming right in front of him. Did he realize it? She certainly did and loved the feeling. It was freeing, like getting rid of invisible shackles she hadn’t known were there holding her down. Cam seemed to be the catalyst she’d needed to see that another Lily lived inside her — a bold, brazen, sexual Lily.
He stood stock-still, his hands on his hips. “Yes.”
“How much of one?” She started edging away, sidestepping him.
“Five seconds. But you do realize that is an automatic five swats.”
More wetness pooled between her thighs, and she suddenly wished she knew something about being spanked for pleasure. She’d heard about it, read about it in a few of the romance books Alli had lining her bookshelves, but Lily had never really paid much attention to those passages. “Yes.”
“Oh baby, you’re gonna be so much fun. Ready?” She nodded. “Set?” She stepped to the edge of the breakfast room. “Go.”
And she took off, jogging through the house to the stairs at the front. Jogging for a full-figured, size-18-sometimes, size-16-other-times girl wasn’t always the prettiest sight, but something about Cam and the way he was with her didn’t make her feel uncomfortable or self-conscious about her size. He treated her like she was beautiful, sexy.
She reached the top of the landing and paused. He was at the foot of the staircase watching her. He stepped onto the first step, and she turned to the left, and opened the door at the end of the hall.
His room was furnished just like the rest of the house — sparsely. The king-size bed dominated one wall between two windows, and she made a beeline for it, then crawled into the middle and burrowed under the sheets. They smelled like him: cologne and musk and his own unique scent that was young, fresh, and so damned sexy.
“Damn, I like seeing you in my bed. How many do you think you’re gonna get?”
She felt her cheeks heat. “Including the five?”
He nodded and stepped into the room, undoing his jeans as he got closer to the bed. He pulled his cock out but left his jeans on, and she could have creamed right then. He was her fantasy.
“Try again.” He pulled the sheet from her body and tweaked her nipples before flipping her over. “On your hands and knees.”
With a shiver of anticipation, Lily complied. He caressed the sensitive skin of her ass, the tender flesh of her thighs and hips. She moaned and wiggled a little, silently begging for more of his touch. Her blood was boiling. She couldn’t get enough of him. “How many, Lily?”
“Almost. Twenty. You get twenty.”
Along with the release of Stick Shift, today is the opening of the Nascar Hall of Fame here in Charlotte, North Carolina. Given how big Nascar is in our family, we’ll be venturing out to it over the next couple weeks. My son is especially very excited. A friend of mine went on an early tour and sent me a picture from his cell phone and my son was ready to go right then!
I’ll be talking about Nascar quite a bit over the next few weeks along with other things…
Now, if you haven’t gone over to Loose Id and picked up a copy of Stick Shift…Why not?
by Mlissa | May 10, 2010 | Loose Id, Stick Shift
“Hey, wanna go for beer and wings?”
Lily looked up at the older gentleman who had walked up. Cam pulled her into the crook of his arm and turned to the man. “Ronnie, this is Lily. Lily, this is Ronnie, my crew chief.”
Ronnie’s face lit up and he pulled her into his arms for a hug that squeezed the breath right out of her. “So you’re the gal? Damn, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Hi.” Lily wasn’t sure what else to say. The gal? Ronnie let go of her and just beamed from ear to ear. What had Cam told him?
“So you gonna come sit with me on Sunday?”
“Uh yeah, I think so. Is that all right? We don’t want to be in the way or be a distraction.”
“You’ll be fine, darlin’. Don’t worry. We have plenty of room, and it’ll make Cam here real happy.”
“Okay then, if you’re sure.”
“Very. So,” he said, smacking his hands and rubbing the palms together, “wanna go for beer and wings with us?”
Cam looked down at her, and she looked up at him. She didn’t mind one way or the other; she simply wanted to be with him. Time was short, and every moment would have to last years for her. Despite everything he’d said, things would come to an end when the month was over. She’d have to go home, back to her own life.
The question though, was why?
“Sure, we’ll come for a little while.”
“Great. We’ll be at Billy’s.” Ronnie jogged off, leaving Cam and Lily alone by the car. Track workers hovered on the other side of the pit wall, but well out of earshot.
“You don’t mind, do you?”
“You sure? You’re not saying much.”
“What did you tell him about me?” She really hadn’t meant to ask, but curiosity got the best of her.
Cam laughed and took hold of her hand, walking with her toward the garage area where he’d parked his truck earlier. “Nothing. Honest. I only told him I’d met you and liked you and…”
She stopped short, causing him to have to stop as well. He turned and looked at her, and that’s when she noticed the redness of his cheeks. “Oh my God. You told him that we…” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “That we…spent the night together?”
“No, I didn’t tell him. He figured it out.”
“Not really. I don’t care that they know. Why should you? I want you. I can barely keep my hands off you. Being with everyone tonight will be a lesson in restraint that I don’t want. Seeing you on Sunday will take every ounce of willpower I’ve got not to put you over the hood of the car and fuck you in front of the world, making sure everyone knows that you’re mine.”
He’d stepped closer with every word he spoke until he was pressed tight against her body. He held her around the waist and she felt every inch of his cock through their clothes. His eyes, uncommonly devoid of sunglasses at the moment, had darkened to a near-midnight blue. The lust she read on his face matched the lust his words had brought to life in her body.
“I know you have doubts about me, about this. I’m not letting you go. You should probably start figuring out how to say yes at the end of the month.”
“Yes? To what?”
He didn’t answer her, just kissed her lips in the sweetest way and started leading her to the truck again. What was he up to? What was he planning? Did he really believe he wasn’t going to let her go?
He opened the door to the truck cab for her, and when she was inside, he walked around to the driver’s side and climbed up behind the wheel. “You like wings? Beer?”
“Yeah. What’s Billy’s?”
Cam pulled out of the garage lot and wound his way around the infield to the tunnel that would take them out to the main highway.
“It’s a little bar that one of the guys’ brothers’ owns. We go there a lot, at least once a week before we head out of town. I usually end up buying him a new pool table each season because one of us inevitably ruins one of them.”
“We do get rowdy; we do get drunk. Not many women hang out there either, so that’s a very good thing. No telling what I’d have to end up buying Billy if women were around.”
“Oh my.” She didn’t know what say. And oddly enough, she was looking forward to being around them all.
“Maybe I should call Alli and see what she’s up to.”
“The one from the autograph line?”
“No. They’ll have her on the pool table. My crew has the most young, single guys of any of the other crews. It wasn’t planned that way, but that’s how it happened. It works for us. We’re all young. Ronnie is the oldest of us and is like a big brother or father figure. We look up to him, and he looks out for us.”
“Sounds like a family almost.”
“It is. It’s a lot like a family, and that’s the only way it will work. We have to be as close as brothers.”
Lily smiled at the thought. She knew he was far away from home living on the East Coast and his family being on the West Coast, and she liked the idea that he had a surrogate family. Even if they were all guys, they took care of one another. It was how she, Alli, and Candi had always been. As close as sisters without actually being blood, though all three of them had sworn they’d been separated at birth at one time or another over the years.
Cam pulled into the dirt parking lot of a small wooden building. At least from the front it looked small, and she wasn’t sure how all the people from all the cars out front would fit inside such a tiny place if it wasn’t larger toward the back. He helped her down from the cab and locked up the truck. She was nervous to meet the other members of his crew. If Ronnie knew they had slept together, didn’t that mean everyone else likely did as well?
“C’mon. They won’t bite. Not like I do at least.”
He grinned at her with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, and she wanted to kick him in the shin. “No, they don’t. Though if you don’t wipe that blush off your cheeks, they’re going to know something’s up.”
“Is that so?”
“Then you should do something about the bulge in your pants.” Lily slapped her hands over her mouth, and her eyes widened. She couldn’t believe she’d just said that. What the hell was wrong with her? Around Cam, she was a completely different person. Flirting and smart-mouthed comments and sex on the first date were things that Alli did, things that Alli could get away with, but…
“How do you suggest we take care of it?”
“Cat got your tongue, woman?”
Lily shook her head, afraid to speak, afraid of what might come out of her mouth. Cam just grinned at her and ushered her inside the bar.
It was going to be a long night.
Have a great Monday!
by Mlissa | May 9, 2010 | Home Schooling, Loose Id, Stick Shift
To all the mother’s out there…Happy Mother’s Day. And yes, I know I’m a little late, but, I’ve been busy relaxing and spending time with my kids and family today and being a mother. I can’t tell you how much I love being a mom. It’s the best thing that ever happened to me and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
I spend a great deal of time with my kids, sometimes more than anyone else I know. I home school and love it. We have arguments and tough times just as all other families do, but, the time I get to spend with my kids through home schooling, the chances I have to see those looks of ‘A-Hah! when they get it, those moments I get to watch as they learn something new, as they figure out something different. I treasure and cherish each of those.
Many people say they don’t have the patience to home school and one of the things home schooling has taught me is more patience than I had before we started. As a mom I have learned things about myself and about my kids, how they learn, how they process things, who they are becoming and they learn these things about themselves. It has brought us closer and gives us a unique relationship that is worth everything to me.
Now, for the second part of this blog, an excerpt from Stick Shift to get some of you excited about this release. Grins…
“Oh my God! He’s signing autographs today!”
Lily turned and was nearly run over by Alli, who was on her way to the front of the gift shop. “Who?”
“Cam Carter,” Alli gushed, grabbing Lily’s hand and pulling her toward the gathering crowd. “C’mon. If we hurry, we can get in at the end of the line.”
Lily froze. She’d never been one for celebrity crushes, but she had one on the twenty-five five-year year-old race car driver. She was certain to make a complete fool of herself if she went anywhere near him, though she was dying to get up close and personal to look into those serious eyes. “You go on. I’ll wait out in the car for you.”
“The hell you will! You’re coming with me. I dragged you out of bed to give you the grand tour of race shops, and believe me, this is way better than anything I had planned.”
“Seriously, Alli? I’ve seen the race shops dozens of times, so you didn’t have to drag me out of bed.”
“Seriously, Lily. If not for yourself, then for me. Please? You need to come with me and make sure I don’t end up making a complete ass out of myself by jumping across the table at him or something.” Alli continued talking a mile a minute, and pulling her toward the line on the far side of the lobby, which was lined from one end to the other with glass trophy cases on one side and floor-to-ceiling windows on the other. They had to do some fancy maneuvering around the two race cars on display but finally found their way to the tail end of the line. “Besides, you know you want to meet him too. And Candi will be so jealous when she finds out.”
Alli had a point. Candi was big Cam Carter fan and would be green with envy when she found out she hadn’t gotten to meet him and they had. At the same time, she might get over it more quickly, given that she was in Italy tasting fabulous food and wine while they were stuck stateside.
“He’s just a guy, Alli. And you don’t even like him all that much. I’ve been here since mid-April, and you’ve heckled him during every race we’ve watched.”
“Oh please, Lil. I do like him. I just…you know, play devil’s advocate when he’s on the track. He’s an in-your-face and up-your-ass, ‘get the hell out of my way’ driver. Besides, I don’t really have a favorite. I like ’em all. Especially the single ones.”
She had a point. “That’s true. There’s never been a man you haven’t liked. But he’s still just a guy. Yeah, sure, he drives a race car…” Lily shrugged. “What’s the big deal?”
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Lily looked away from Alli. She knew exactly what the big deal was about Cam Carter. Currently the hottest race-car driver on the circuit, Cam was young, aggressive, and winning. A lot. The fans loved to hate him, and from the crowd gathered in the lobby of the race shop, they loved to love him too. He had it all: fame, fortune, boy-next-door good looks, smarts that rivaled men’s twice his age, and the kind of cocky confidence that most women loved. Including her.
Damn, what a package.
“Just a man? Just a driver? You’re telling me that if he offered himself to you on a silver platter, you’d look at him and think of him as ‘just a guy’? The heckling is all in good fun, and you know I don’t mean anything by it. And he’s just so yummy, Lil.”
“Yeah, sure, yummy in a robbing-the-cradle kinda way.”
“He’s not that young,” Alli said, slanting Lily a sideways glance.
“He’s twenty-five. You’re thirty-two.”
“That’s not a bad age difference. Just because you only date men our age, when you decide to date, that is, doesn’t mean the rest of us have limited ourselves.”
“Oh shut up and get over there before you miss your chance.”
Alli grinned. “Right. Come on.”
Lily sighed. Watching Cam as he smiled and laughed and chatted with the people gathered around, she smiled to herself. The truth was, she found him incredibly cute, and his charisma was just plain hard to resist. She was a fan, a huge fan, but would only dare admit it to herself, unless she was at a race, and then she kept it purely race related, grinning at the gibes thrown out at him from those around her. How would it look for a woman her age to be openly lusting after a man so much younger? It wasn’t Alli she needed to be worried about. It was herself. Looking at him did funny things to her, and she wouldn’t even think about the fantasies he’d inspired. Her insides were having a freakin’ parade. She’d never met any celebrity before, and though most people outside the racing community didn’t know his name, race fans — hundreds of thousands of race fans — knew exactly who he was.
Before she knew it, she and Alli were up next, and Lily’s heart kicked up speed. Damn, but the man had great eyes, and his smile… Her belly flipped, then flopped to be so near to that smile.
“Hi, Cam! Oh my God. I can’t believe I’m meeting you. Can you sign this T-shirt?” Alli held up a brand-new shirt she’d just bought, and beamed at him, while Lily stood slightly behind her, trying not to stare. Cam winked and smiled brightly at Alli. Why wouldn’t he? While she was thirty-two, she didn’t look a day over Cam’s twenty-five and had the bubbly personality that he seemed to go for, if his on-camera girlfriends were any indication.
He reached for the shirt, but Alli held it against her body. “Sure.” Seeing his long, slender fingers lying flat against the shirt, holding it down against Alli’s chest while he signed his name, Lily had visions of being naked on the hood of his race car, those fingers inside her, that hand holding her down, that mouth…
“Lil? Earth to Lillian.”
Lily shook herself out of her erotic thoughts with a guilty smile and looked at Alli, who was now bouncing up and down and holding up the T-shirt with Cam’s signature against her jiggling boobs. Lovely.
“Yeah, fine. Sorry. Let’s go.” She tried to nudge her friend, but Alli wouldn’t budge. She was staring at Lily oddly, and it made Lily feel uncomfortable, as though her friend and Cam and everyone else in line knew what she’d been thinking.
Alli shrugged then and looked back at Cam with a wink. She blew him a kiss. “Thanks.”
“Not a problem.”
Lily watched his smile and started to follow Alli past the table, but he stopped her by reaching out and tugging the sleeve of her shirt. Startled, she looked over at him.
“What about you?”
Crap. “Oh, uh…no, thanks. I didn’t bring anything with me for you to sign,” she said, her voice soft, her gaze darting away from his face, and heat creeping into her cheeks.
“Why not? Don’t like me?”
There was humor in his tone, and she made the mistake of quickly returning her gaze to his. The crowd laughed at his always present sarcasm, but Lily was beginning to tune them out. Dark sapphire eyes danced with merriment, and she couldn’t help but return the smile. “I like you just fine.”
“Embarrassed by it? As you know, I am the favorite of fans everywhere.”
More sarcasm and more laughter accompanied an “open arms” gesture, but the look between Lily and Cam was changing. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Alli glancing back and forth between them and scolded herself for making a spectacle. She didn’t like to be the focus of attention in groups of people. She preferred to just blend in, stand on the outside, observe. The way people were staring at them made her uncomfortable.
The way Cam was staring at her made her uncomfortable in a completely different way.
She and Alli needed to get out of there.
“No, I’m not embarrassed. I just…”
She could see in his face that he was waiting for her to continue. When she simply shook her head and didn’t say anything else, he smiled a softer, more personal smile and took a picture from a nearby stack of promotional photos. He signed his name, then flipped it over and quickly scribbled something else.
“Oh, um, Lily.” Heat touched her cheeks and slid through her body to pool between her legs. He had such young features, like those of a guy just entering his freshman year at college, and his antics were less than grown-up most times in his dealings with the press, but his eyes — his eyes belied a maturity that tugged at her. He’d found balance for both sides of himself, a balance that had seemed to escape her. She’d seen what his combined focus on fun and maturity had done for him on the race track, and she wondered about that same focus being trained on a woman.
“Lily. Just Lily?”
“Short for Lillian,” Alli supplied.
“Pretty name. Here you go, Lily, short for Lillian.”
“Th-thank you.” She took the picture and was careful not to touch him. If she did, she might do exactly what Alli had warned she would have done if Lily weren’t with her.
His cocky smile returned for the benefit of the crowd, but the look in his eyes was still all for her.
I hope everyone had a great weekend and that all the mothers had a great Mother’s Day.
by Mlissa | May 8, 2010 | Kyle Busch, Loose Id, Nascar, spanking
It’s almost time to go racing, y’all! Tuesday, May 11 is when Stick Shift, my second Loose Id title is released! I cannot tell you how much I loved writing this book.
Now, as most of you know, I’m a very big Nascar fan. I pull for Kyle Busch, Bobby Labonte, and in general anyone that beats out Dale, Jr and Juan Pablo!
And yes, I am in general, not very well appreciated in the stands. But hell, when you’re surrounded by Jr Nation and the only one NOT hollering at the top of your lungs for him…
It’s all in good fun! I love going to the races, I love the atmosphere, I love charging the drunk guys a dollar every time they make me get up to let them out for the bathroom and more beer! Funny thing is, they’ll pay it!
Going to a race in the South is hot and sticky and dirty and generally one of the very best times I have all year. Yelling like that really allows one to relieve a lot of tension and frustration.
Stick Shift was inspired by these experiences, by the fans (And man, the people watching… I’ll be twitpic’ing this year because you just wouldn’t believe me about some of these things if you couldn’t see it yourself! Like, the belly flopping in mud puddles last year in the infield during rain delays! Like stilettos and mini-skirts and women getting pissed when men make comments about them! Oh, and let me not forget to mention the guy that had his hand up… Okay, yeah, LET me forget to mention that one! It still haunts me!), by the race car drivers, by my own imagination.
And don’t, as readers, forget that this is fiction. I don’t get real technical in this book. There’s some race jargon, but for the most part this is a book about the characters, just as every other book I write. I write about characters, about their interactions with one another, about their feelings, about their sexual desires, about what touches them.
By the time May is over, you’ll all probably know way more about Nascar than you ever wanted to know, but, I’ll try to make it as fun for you as it will be for me. Grins…
Stick Shift, as I said, is my second title from Loose Id. It’s about a hot young stock car driver by the name of Cam that is shocked off his ass when he meets up with the smile of Lily in an autograph line. He’s hooked and little does he know at the time, so is she. The following is an unofficial blurb for the book. The official one won’t go up until Loose Id puts it up on their website.
Lily hasn’t taken a vacation in years. She an orchestra musician, a private music teacher, and a homebody. She’s full-figured, quiet and lives a fairly simple life. Aside from music, she has one big passion: stock car racing. She’s been a fan for as long as she can remember and makes the yearly pilgrimage to Daytona as often as she can. When she’s offered a chance to get away to North Carolina and attend two weeks of races, she jumps at it. Little does she know what chance has in store for her…
Cam Carter is one of the most successful young drivers in the top tier of the stock car racing circuit. Traveling all over the country, he’s well known to racing fans, loved by some, respected by a few, and hated by others. He’s arrogant, strong willed, and a consistent winner. What he doesn’t have is balance…until he meets a pretty, curvaceous, and unassuming fan named Lily.
Lily fears the difference in lifestyles, ages, and personalities while Cam in turn, embraces them. Can they find a way to cross the finish line and take the checkered flag together? Or will the obstacles push against them until they crash and burn?
That’s all for now! I’ll be posting excerpts over the next couple of days. This book contains some spanking, a piece of clothing used for a gag during outdoor sex play, some car sex, a trip around the race track at 200mph, and some molasses cookies!
The green flag will drop on Tuesday!
by Mlissa | May 3, 2010 | Coffee Time Romance, Loose Id, Nascar, Samhain Publishing
I don’t have anything specific to talk about today but thought it might be a good idea if I at least posted something! I don’t want y’all forgetting about me!
I was just reminded by smokinhotbooks that Mother’s Day is this coming Sunday, May 9th. Grrr… I want to hire someone to come do a complete and total cleaning of my house, from top to bottom, including windows. I don’t see that happening. $$ isn’t available for that this month. She also mentioned a massage. Damn her! I’d LOVE that too. Might even kill for it…lol. I’ve never had a massage, not a professional one, but I just know I’d love it. I just know I could become addicted to that. The $$ isn’t available this month for that either. No, this month, $$ is already spent and it’s only May 3rd. Both of my kids have birthdays this month, there are 4 NASCAR races to attend, and my daughter is going to prom.
Ah, prom. Thank goodness I don’t have a thing for scanning and uploading pics from high school onto the computer and then online.
I had definite 80’s hair for proms. I went to 4 of them. But, my daughter will likely only go to one prom during her high school years and no matter what, I would not miss the chance to see her as she walks out the door. Prom is a right of passage. It’s important. It’s one of those things that you wonder about ‘what if’. There are other events like that, but…prom is usually the first in that line of things. And whether it’s the first prom, second prom, only prom, I wouldn’t miss any of those moments. My mom is coming up to NC a week early so she can see my daughter all dressed up, to take pics, to do the whole grandma gushing thing, the whole taking pictures thing.
And though my daughter is almost 16 and believing that family is a dud and that friends are ‘all that’…well, I felt the same way, but while I’ve had some good friends throughout my life, I am glad my mom was there for me during those important, once in a lifetime moments. Family always came first to her and family comes first to me. Much as I need a vacation and a break, I would give my last dime, my last breath for my kids. I give so much of myself to my kids and home life, I give the same to my friends.
And speaking of moments, I have a book release this month. Yes, I know I had a release last week and so far, as of this writing, Sweet Caroline is sitting at #2 on MyBookstoreandMore. I’m excited about that. It’s an awesome feeling. But, I have a release coming next week, May 11th from Loose Id. Stick Shift! Hot yummy race car driver that loves winning, molasses cookies, spanking, and sexy older women. What fun we’ll all have with that one!
Fun. This article is not fun.
This one, is. I love Julia Roberts. I have for years and years and years and I think I always will.
This is fun, too! From May 2nd to May 28th, Samhain Publishing and Coffee Time Romance are presenting excerpts and prizes in what they call Spring Showers!
So, make sure you come over, visit, talk to the authors, comment on the excerpts, and maybe even win!
I don’t really have much else today. I need to spend some time writing today and after lunch here, I think I’ll be getting right on that.
I hope all of you have a wonderful week.