Start Your Engines…

It’s that time of year, y’all and I couldn’t be more excited! NASCAR starts this weekend, on Saturday night with the Budweiser Shootout in Daytona. When we lived in Florida, we went almost every year once we realized how much my son loved watching racing on television. We’ve been to several races in Daytona, never the 500. Not yet. I hope one year soon we’ll get to go.

As most of my readers know, I am a big, BIG NASCAR fan. I watch every weekend and when the races are held in Charlotte, we’re there, rain or shine, heat or cold. It’s exhilarating. It’s exhausting. It’s entertaining. It’s research. It’s stress relief. I stand up and scream at the top of my lungs. And that I can give my son those memories, well, I wouldn’t trade that feeling for anything.

On Sundays, throughout the season, I’m going to be posting something about NASCAR. I haven’t figured out what yet and I don’t expect most people to care, but there will be a few who do, and those posts will be for you. And perhaps, I’ll even start posting little tidbits here and there about the next couple of race car books I have in the works… Drive Shaft and Gear Grindin’.

Speakin’ of… How about a few lines now from Drive Shaft (unedited, of course, so please forgive any typos, etc…)

Cam leaned his hip against the side of the stock car and crossed his arms over his chest. She couldn’t get over hot how he was and how damn lucky Lily was to have landed him. Not that Cam wasn’t lucky too, but…

Crapola. What was wrong with her? She was eyeing the older guy and the taken guy. Totally not like her. Totally a sign she needed to get laid.

“You two getting back together?”

“Huh? No,” she answered and judging by the smirk on Cam’s face, a little too vehemently. “We’re just friends.”

“You two hang out a lot still, so…”

“Yeah, no. Just friends.” She took a step back and pointed behind her. “I’m gonna go call him,” she said again. “Sorry to bother y’all.”

“Not bothering me. How about you, Jake? Are you bothered?”

“Nope, not a bit.”

“See, we’re not bothered.”

Jake had come to stand beside Cam and suspicion started to set in. She looked back and forth between the two men. “Okay, well, on that strange note….”

Alli turned around and started walking. She continued to look over her shoulder every couple of steps, though. Both men were staring after her, the oddest looks on their faces.

“You’re here for me.”

That was a voice she hadn’t heard before and it stopped her in her tracks. Alli spun on her heel and looked beyond Cam and Jake in the direction of the back office. She’d helped Lily, Cam, Jake, and Grant get the large warehouse size space set up and knew every inch like the back of her hand. “I’m here…” she paused and took in his long, lean body clad in dark jeans and cowboy boots, and his collar-length shaggy blond hair beneath his cowboy hat. “…for you?” Given his yumminess and the heat spiraling through her body that was just fine with her. A faded red T-shirt stretched across his chest, but not too tightly. There was a little scruff on his chin and he was young, she noted again. Damn good looking from across the room, but too young.

She let her gaze travel from his boots to his hat again. Had she told herself enough times that he was too young for her? The way her belly was doing those funny little swirly-do’s she didn’t think she had. Not near enough.

“Yes, ma’am.” He winked. “Me.”

Alli groaned and the sound echoed around the cavernous room. Oh dear God, he called her ma’am. With a wink. Yep. Way too fucking young. “I don’t understand.” But she was afraid she did. She just needed some clarification before she started plotting Grant’s untimely demise.

Hot Yummy took a few steps toward her and those swirly-do’s in her belly picked up speed. If they kept it up, they were going to end up as a full blown twister. She took an unconscious step back. “Grant set us up? You mean like a…”

“A blind date,” he finished for her.

His smile was sweet, then, patient and when he spoke, his voice was calm, gentle. Alli smiled in spite of herself and in spite of the fact she was gonna kill Grant. Her ex-lover and the very first male best friend she’d ever had. She was gonna kill him.

Hot Yummy was looking at her with that same sweet smile but his eyes were daring her to…to what she didn’t know, but, there was challenge staring back at her.

Normally she would rise to the bait because she could give as good as she got, but not this time. She was… She had too much on her plate and she didn’t need the distraction. “Oh, I’m… He shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

He shifted and slipped his hands in his back pockets. “Why shouldn’t he?”

“Yeah, why shouldn’t he?”

Alli looked over Hot Yummy’s shoulder. “I don’t need any help from the peanut gallery, thank you.” She coasted a quick glance over the young hunk’s body before meeting his gaze again. “Because I can find my own dates and don’t need his help in doing so.” The retort was a little more biting than she’d intended, but she wouldn’t apologize for it. She’d walked into a situation she wasn’t mentally unprepared for. She didn’t like it.

The man nodded. Man was a bit generous, she thought. He looked like he could still be eighteen, maybe twenty.

“He thought you might like to have a little fun. Said you’ve been pretty busy lately with going back to school and all. Thought we might have some things in common.”

“Yeah well, it’s still none of his concern. I’m sorry to break our blind date, but I just…” She shook her head. “I can’t.”

There, she’d said it. She’d said no even though she’d wanted to say yes in the worst way. She took her keys out of her pocket and started for the door again. Damn Grant for knowing her so well. Damn him for interfering. Damn him for putting a cowboy in front of her. She’d never been with a cowboy.

“Why can’t you?”

“What?” Her mind was already on calling Grant and giving him a piece of her mind. A thank you, as well, but only after a piece of her mind.

“Why can’t you go have a beer with me? Why do you have to break our blind date?”

He was coming closer and man oh man oh man. “Um. Uh…”

 “You’re… I just don’t have the time.”

“Really? You were making the time when you thought you were going out with Grant.”

Crap. He had her there. She couldn’t tell him the real reason though. She wasn’t even sure what the real reason was. “I don’t know you. I don’t know anything about you.”

“Have a beer with me and you can learn all you want or need to know.”

“We’ll vouch for him,” Jake offered. “He works for us.”

“Yeah, he sure does.”

She glared over Hot Yummy’s other shoulder and through clenched teeth, said, “Not helping, Cam.”

“What else, Alli? What other objection do you have?”

Hot Yummy pulled her attention back to him and he was suddenly standing so close, so very close. He smelled like… God, he smelled like Stetson. Her boyfriend in high school wore that cologne. It turned her on so much when she’d bury her face in his neck and… She didn’t even know they still made it.

Looking at him from this close, he didn’t appear as young as she first thought but he was still… “You’re too young.”

“Oh shit, Alli. Not you too with that lame ass argument.”

“Shut up, Cam.”

“Lily tried to pull that crap with me. Don’t listen to her Jason.”

Alli was well aware of the merry-go-round Lily and Cam went on about their age difference. “Shut up, Cam.”

“Yeah, man, don’t listen to her about that age thing. She did date Grant after all and he’s what? A year younger than you?”

Another peanut from the gallery. “Not helping either, Jake.”

Hot Yummy nodded his head and she shook hers.  “Only by a few months, but you do have a point.”

They were ganging up on her. Not the fun sex kind of ganging that three hot stock car guys could give her, if one wasn’t in love with one of her best friends and if the other didn’t have the hots for another best friend, that is.

“No, there is no point to be had.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to date anyone. I would have gone out tonight with Grant because he’s my friend and friends do that. I’m not looking for a date with –”

“I can be a friend,” Hot Yummy stated matter of factly. “I can be a damn good friend.”

Please enjoy the following song and video by Brad Paisley, called Old Alabama. It features Brad, the band Alabama, Darrell Waltrip, and Jeff Gordon…

Have a great weekend…


Race Day in Charlotte! And a Masked Update…

And y’all KNOW what that means!

I have uploaded Masked to Smashwords and it is available now! I have uploaded it to Amazon and Barnes and Noble, however it is not available at either of these yet. Amazon should be available later tonight, but Barnes and Noble won’t be available for 24-72 hours. I’ll let you know though as soon as it is…


A Dominant with a flogger and a secret.

A submissive man with a mask and a desire.

A tricky encounter? Or a treat to be savored…?

Masked is the first in a trio of short stories about the developing feelings and between submissive Bobby and dominant Thor. Approximately 5000 words.

Bobby tells himself the mask he’s been wearing all month is just part of the Halloween theme of Abyss, the alternative lifestyle club he frequents. But it’s not the truth. He’s in the closet and he’s ready to come out. Only problem is the man he’s interested in is a friend. And straight.

For a month of weekends, the man in the black mask has been watching Thor as he’s flogged, paddled, and whipped woman after woman. His unwavering gaze prompts Thor to wonder what he could possibly want. Is he a stalker? A jealous dominant or boyfriend? Thor is unsure, but decides it’s time to find out.

Something in the eyes of the masked man strikes Thor as familiar, but he’s unable to figure it out before the man makes his wish known. He wants a spanking. Bare-handed. In private. From Thor.

Secret identities and hidden desires unfold between the seemingly straight Dominant and the submissive harboring a deep, long-held onto lust.


Y’all have a great day and I’ll be in touch!


I Met Kyle Busch!

(this was the image that was the first inspiration for Cam Carter in Stick Shift…cocky, self assured, a little wicked and devilish)

Yes I did!

He was doing a signing at Walmart, organized by NOS Energy Drinks. The store is down the street from me and well, hell, y’all KNOW I’m not gonna pass up the chance to meet him.

I’ll pass up the chance to meet authors (Eden Bradley is the exception for this) and music stars and actors and most other sports stars (save for a few in golf, football, and racing), but Kyle Busch. Not unless I’m dead and since the rapture didn’t happen over the weekend, I’m still alive and kicking and WOW…

We stood in line, me, my son, and my mom for little over an hour.

I got the guys behind me to let me take a picture of their really cool motorcycle helmets.

My son talked to me about his day with his grandmother. They went to Hendrick Motorsports today and saw Chad Knaus, crew chief of the #48 Lowes Chevrolet. I played peak a boo with the baby in front of me who like to laugh. I marveled at the size of the line, which wasn’t huge but wasn’t small either. And then …

Yes. I was a fan girl. I was not squee’ing at this point, but WOW!

(he was signing my shirt)

(after he signed my hat)

I simply think he’s adorable. He’s got the smile down pat and rightly so. He said hey, how ya doin’… and I. Was. In. Heaven. He was kind and polite. NOS Energy people were everywhere, police and security were too. They didn’t let people touch him or get next to him. They moved the line very quickly and even though it was like a tightly run ship, it was awesome to meet him. All night I have gone around saying ‘I met Kyle Busch’. And I did. It was cool.

On Saturday, we went to pit road and that too was awesome.

It’s been an interesting week. I’ve got a lot of research material for my next racing book. I’ve got a lot of fun memories and the week isn’t over yet. I think we’re going to KBM (Kyle Busch Motorsports) tomorrow or Thursday. I even managed to get a little writing done today and will try as I can for more over the next days.

Y’all are amazing and I thank you for indulging me in my love of NASCAR and Kyle Busch.


It’s Race Day in Charlotte and You KNOW What That Means!

Yep! It means yours truly is headed to Charlotte Motor Speedway for some racin’!

My boy Kyle won the truck race last night. I wasn’t there cause it was my daughter’s 17th birthday. But, it’s all good. I will be at tonight’s race, sitting on the front stretch between the exit of pit road and the flag stand. I also have pit passes for before the race. So, that means … RESEARCH! Purely and totally 100% research and NOT anything to do with me absolutely loving the sport.

I tell ya, what I do for my job…grins

I will try to tweet pics from tonight.

I hope all of you are having a wonderful weekend so far and will continue to do so! And no, there’s still no word from my editor.


A Random Thursday Post

Today’s post is exactly that. Random. As a matter of fact, it’s so random, I completely forgot what I was going to blog about. Isn’t that lovely?

Let’s see if I can at least come up with thirteen things to talk mention…

1. Tonight is the NFL Draft. I think there will definitely be an NFL season. I think players get paid too much. I think rookies that get bonus’ higher than the salaries of veteran players is outrageous. I think there’s too much talk about ‘Show Me The Money’ and not enough talk of ‘What kind of player are you going to be for me, for the team, for the fans?’ I don’t think Cam Newton should go first. I do think I’ll be handing my husband a tissue to cry into when the Jacksonville Jaguars make some hideous draft choices.

2. My family and friends in the Alabama area are fine and safe and their homes are still intact. My thoughts go out to those who have been injured, have lost everything, have lost someone near and dear.

3. I am reading Rednecks and Roses by Judy Mays. It’s freakin’ hilarious. What’s been done to her is appalling and atrocious.

4. I’m going to Atlanta this weekend with my family. DH and DS are going to a Braves game of which I could care less. DD and I are going to spend the day at the Georgia Aquarium. We’re staying in a downtown high rise hotel and are going to have a blast. I hope to visit reader Janeen’s family’s Italian Restaurant Saturday evening before we head back home.

5. People that abandon animals should be shot.

6. Trader Joe’s has some of the most addicting foods and snack items. Ever. My current obsession is their Chile Spiced Mango slices. I love their selection of cheeses too.

7. I am loving both my Kindle and my Nook Color. Both are very different but wonderful.

8. I am going to the Lori Foster event in June. Are you?

9. Twisted Up will be turned in tomorrow evening before I leave for Atlanta.

10. I watched the new trailer for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2 today. I will be devastated when all is said and done. As with Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter has been an awesome adventure. My daughter has grown up watching HP and to her, it signifies the end of her childhood as she’s always known it. It is bittersweet but I cannot wait to see it July 15th.

11. NASCAR will be in North Carolina next month and y’all know I’ll be going so’s I can scream and yell my fool head off. It will help inspire me to work on Drive Shaft. At the present time, Alli is nursing her second beer.

12. Did y’all know my books are available on Barnes and Noble for the Nook? I’m guessing by the rankings that most of you don’t. Most of your friends don’t either. I’m hoping to change that soon with a Nook giveaway.

13. It’s 6:30pm and I need to get working on more revisions before the Draft starts in a couple of hours.

13 1/2. Yes, I am getting up at 3something in the morning to watch the wedding. I watched Princess Diana get married. I watched her funeral. It’s only fitting that I watch her son. I wish them the very best of life and I hope their marriage fairs better than his mother’s did. You can see her in his smile. I have always been fascinated by British history, by the monarchy. The first book I read, that I remember aside from Cinderella was called Good Queen Bess about Queen Elizabeth I. She has always been my heroine and I think that’s where my fascination began with history in general and with British history in particular.

Have a great night.


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