So, letters, poems, and love-type speeches. Here’s where I fall away. I don’t ‘I love you’s’ in my books. I don’t do mushy. I read that in books and I want to poke my eyes out. I’m sorry.
Now, let me say, I love love. I love romance. I just don’t care for the way it’s often done in romance novels. Some authors get it and are down and dirty and gritty about it and that is what I love, that’s the kind of ‘love-type speech’ I want. I don’t want it sweeter than my birthday cake. I want it to feel real… I want my toes to curl and my belly to flutter, not my gag reflex to kick in.
I have a few books where love is mentioned, but not often.
Because it’s the official start of racing this weekend, I’m picking from Stick Shift again, cause well, I can.
“You left me.”
He walked into her house as though he owned it. What was he doing there? And why did he look so damned good? His jaw was shadowed from not having been shaved recently, and he looked tired, on edge. She’d been gone, what? A day?
His scuffed cowboy boots, faded jeans, and an untucked white button-down shirt made her drool.
She nodded to the box in his hands. “What’s that?” Neutral territory, she figured. Take the focus off her for a second until she could get her brain to register with the rest of her that Cam Carter was actually standing in her living room looking better than she remembered, and she’d remembered in really vivid detail.
He set the box down on the couch and then faced her with his hands on his hips. “Don’t try to change the subject. You left me. Why?”
Slowly, she dragged her gaze away from his hands, away from the long, strong fingers she remembered touching every inch of her skin. Inside and out. His mouth was set in a firm, unsmiling line, and his eyes were narrow in her direction. She didn’t like that look. “I thought it would be best.”
“Yes. I was just trying to do the right thing, Cam.”
“For who? You?”
“No, of course not for me. For you.”
“For me? If you were trying to do the best thing or the right thing for me, you’d have stayed with me instead of leaving town. You’d have talked to me, told me what you were thinking about doing. Dammit, Lily. You are what’s best for me.”
“Cam…” She wanted to reach out to him, touch him, hold him. Hell, she wanted to strip naked and then strip him naked. She wanted him to take her on the couch, on the floor, in her bed — she didn’t care where. Her body missed him, her heart missed him, and it was taking everything she had to stay plastered against the panel of the front door.
“No, I’m not here to listen to it. We’ve talked about age and fame, so those aren’t it. I don’t know what it is, and frankly, I don’t care anymore. I want you. Did you think that not talking to you, not seeing you, not having you in bed with me would change that? ”
He’d taken one step after another as he talked, until he was standing in front of her, so close she could feel his breath against her hair. She stared at a button on his shirt and refused to look up. If she did, she’d be lost. She might be older than him and she might not be famous like him, but she was every inch a woman who wanted him, who needed him. She’d been freakin’ damn miserable without him for all of a damn day. She didn’t want to find out how she’d feel without him for a week, a month, a year.
“I don’t need you to run from me or to run away because you’re trying to protect me. I don’t need protection. I don’t need a mother, Lily. I’ve got one. I need you. You are the one who gives me peace and eases me.”
“Cam…” Her heart ached for him. She had been trying to protect him.
“I was trying so hard to make you see how much you needed me, how much you wanted me, so that you wouldn’t leave. I didn’t take into account how much I would need you, because I didn’t think for a moment that you’d actually go. Whatever problems I’m having on the track are not your fault. Not in the way everyone thinks, at least. I don’t know how to balance the two things I want most in life when I want to be doing both at the same time. I need you for that. I need you to help me figure it out. I need you to be the haven, the calm.”
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It’s that time again. You know what time that is, right? Oh come on… Grins…
It’s racing season! NASCAR racing starts tonight and I am stoked! I cannot wait! So, there’s only book for me to logically choose from for today’s snippet and that would be Stick Shift. (yes yes yes, I know my readers are waiting for the next books in this series and I promise, you’ll get them…)
Today’s theme is Love Scene and it can either be open door or closed door. I’m thinking giving me an option was likely a bad idea…
He walked away and took Lily by the hand again, bringing it to his mouth for a kiss. She looked at him with unguarded lust and emotion. He had her. “Going to my place.”
He held out his other hand. “Give me your keys.”
“I didn’t drive. Alli did.”
“Do you want me to drive? I think I remember how to get to your house.”
“No. I’m fine.” He squeezed her hand as they finished the walk to the designated parking area. He located his truck after a few minutes and got Lily settled inside before he climbed behind the wheel. He turned his head toward her to find her staring at him with that same hungry look from before. “How are you, baby? You look kind of shaken.”
“I am. That was the most scared I’ve ever been in my life.”
She hadn’t put her seat belt on yet, and he reached over and pulled her close. “I’m safe. I’m good. I’m not hurt.”
“I know, but that hit — it was so hard, and you…you…” She took a deep, shuddering breath and turned her face into his neck.
“I’m sorry, baby.” It was a terrible crash. There’d been blackness, followed by lots of stars, and then everything slowly came back into focus. He wasn’t dizzy or light-headed; he was just… He pressed his lips to the top of her head, inhaling deeply. She smelled like a race: cars and rubber and dust and engines. His very favorite smells.
He’d been in bad wrecks before, worse than this one, but that was different. It had just been him before, so to speak, and that wasn’t the case this time. She was involved now. His first thought after the crash once he’d realized all his body parts were still in working order, was of her. Every thought since then had been of her. Was she all right? Was she scared? Was she worried? She wasn’t weak, and he knew that, but there was an emotional price in sports like this for the significant others and family members.
She was his significant other too. There was no doubt about that.
He’d fallen so hard for her. He didn’t fight it, hadn’t even thought to fight it, didn’t want to fight it. He’d always been a believer in things happening for a reason and for whatever reason, fate had placed her in his path.
Her voice was husky, much like it was when she was aroused. He smiled. The urgent need for her that had assailed him when he’d seen her outside the care center hadn’t diminished, but he’d tamped it down in the face of her worry. It flared to life now. She lifted her head, and he turned his toward her. The kiss was like lightning, searing and white-hot. It flashed across his soul and struck his balls with intense lust. They weren’t going to make it back to his place.
He broke the kiss and glanced around. The race was still going on, and while the lights around the track were bright and could be seen from miles away, they were so deep in the infield, the only other people who would happen by would be other drivers who had wrecked like him. Sure, security did passes, but he wasn’t worried about it.
“Get your jeans off.”
“Yes, here. Get them off.” As he was issuing the order, he was tearing at the buttons on his, freeing his rock-hard penis. He pressed the button near the door and pushed the seat back as far as it could go, which wasn’t too much farther, maybe an inch or two. He tilted the steering wheel. The second she had her jeans off, he grabbed for her and pulled her over his lap.
The space was tight, but the close confines were soon forgotten as she straddled his thighs, and he thrust his cock inside her cunt. Lips clashed again, tongues danced, and the tightest pussy he’d ever known was riding him. Her body pressed his into the seat as she fucked him. She didn’t let up, and he wouldn’t have allowed her to if she’d tried.
She groped at his shirt until she’d worked her fingers under it, then scraped her nails along his skin. The way she squeezed his cock when she rose up so that only the crown was inside her drove him insane. She slid back down with such sweet ease that he hissed his breath out between clenched teeth.
Sex with her was frenzied, hard, and full of desperate hunger. His balls ached to spill deep inside her, and he grabbed at her ass, rocking her on his lap.
He sighed against her neck. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“No more than you are for me.”
Cam smirked and licked her skin. He couldn’t deny the truth in either of their words. But goddamn, going out like this was whole lot better than going out any other way he could think of.
He pressed his heels to the floor and lifted his ass off the seat. Her moan echoed through the cabin of the truck. He did it again, and she simply held on, gripping his waist. She tilted her head back, leaving the column of her throat open to his mouth. It was an invitation he couldn’t refuse as he grasped her skin between his teeth and sucked. He intended to leave a love bite on her, a physical mark on her creamy skin that she couldn’t deny or hide.
“I see lights coming toward us.”
Reluctantly Cam lifted his head and looked out the window. Security. Shit, he thought with a grin. The golf cart was still down at the end of the row of parked vehicles, but eventually it would be even with them. If the guard got curious and flashed his light in the windshield, he’d see Lily. Getting caught screwing by track security could be a bit of a sticky situation.
He was torn between continuing like they were and having her finish him off in her mouth. But God, he loved just being buried inside her. “It’s security.”
She tensed as soon as the word was out of his mouth. He had known she would. Exhibitionism wasn’t something he’d imagine to be too high on her fantasy list.
He pulled her face toward him and kissed her lips, licking at them, trying to melt her rigid posture. When she sagged against him again and started grinding on his cock, he pulled away. “Wanna finish me off in your mouth or wait until we get back to my place?”
She lifted and worked her way off his lap. He immediately wanted to pull her back but didn’t have to as she bent and took his cock between her lips, drawing him into her mouth.
Fuck yes. The woman was definitely going to kill him.
Her head bobbed up and down in his lap after she laid herself flat on the bench seat of the cab. Her bare ass jiggled as she wiggled against the cool leather, and it was only then that he realized one of her arms was not visible. She was masturbating.
He reached over and swatted her ass. She responded with a deep-throated moan and a nip at the head of his dick. Naughty girl. He’d get her later for that one.
The security cart pulled up in front of Cam’s truck just as he turned the ignition. The guard waved up at him, and Cam grinned as he lightly pressed on the gas pedal and gunned the engine.
Cam got them out on the open highway through back roads that weren’t yet crowded with what he knew would be a bitch of a traffic jam. Lily kept writhing on the seat, riding her clit and sucking at his cock, pulling on him, licking him, driving him toward an orgasm that he hoped didn’t cause his second crash of the day.
Her movements became more frantic, and she lowered one of her legs to the floorboard. She pushed her face down to the bottom of his cock, and her throat opened up for him. She wasn’t sucking him but was breathing roughly through her orgasm. Her body rocking on her fingers with her ass in the air, and her little grunting noises around the shaft inside her mouth pushed him to the edge of reason.
He depressed the Cruise Control button and planted his feet flat on the floor board just a fraction of a second before he pumped his seed down her throat. His balls pulled tight against his body as his cum gushed from his cock and he held the wheel in a death grip.
She swallowed everything he gave her, and when he was somewhat calm again — and she had cleaned all remnants of stickiness from his cock — he tapped his foot on the brake to gain control of the speed again.
She lifted her head from his lap, then sat up, licking her fingers while staring straight ahead through the front window, a slight smile on her face.
He realized then that he might have to rethink the whole exhibitionism thing.
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It’s not been a very exciting week. I’ve spent it trying to get back to myself. I’ve been a bit down, a bit muddy in the head, restless, etc… I caught up on some shows I’d DVR’d, watched a few movies, watched hours of cooking shows on Food Network and Cooking Channel, read a little bit, napped, did some writing by hand, made a few lists on some new ideas. I haven’t talked to anyone really and have only tweeted a little.
I don’t know other authors like this. I’m sure there are some, but, none that I know specifically. I go through these periods and usually when I come back on the other side, I’m motivated, inspired, and my writing is better.
I’ve also gotten a few really good reviews this week, but…
Okay, one said the story ended too abruptly without the reader knowing what happens after… Well, honestly, what’s wrong with a little imagination? I don’t write ‘I love you’ endings. I don’t write a lot of complete endings where everything is spelled out. I lose a lot of interest in books after the couple gets together and I even get bored with writing too much after it. I realize this is me and most people want a more complete ending with ‘I love you’ and everything spelled out. I know I need to learn to write it and am working on it. I actually added an epilogue in my seasonal book, Arrested Holiday. And I’m gonna tell y’all, it was hard for me.
Another review for another book of mine said that the hero and heroine’s involvement, how it began was highly improbably. My issue with this is… yeah, it is highly improbable, but then, 90% of the romance novels, novellas, quickies, etc… that I read are so far beyond probable and possible and realistic that most times I roll my eyes and think ‘yeah right!’ At the same time, this is fiction, this is fantasy and if we can’t venture into dreams come true because of however improbable the idea is…what are we doing?
A lot of my books have down to earth people, real people, plus sized girls, real jobs, not at unlimited amount of money and resources, and only once have I written about someone that might be famous and well-off. I have a few other books about this kind of hero, but, if the average woman can’t fantasize about him, about the actor, the singer, the race car driver, the football player without being reminded of what is improbable, then why create the fairy tale in the first place? I want realistic characters. I want the everyday, independent woman. I even want the everyday, independent man. I do though, want a little bit of fantasy in my books. Not so much that I can’t relate in any way, shape, or form which is what most romance and erotic romance is to me…too much that I can’t relate to, but there’s some out there that are perfect for the real woman. That’s my goal as a writer.
Over last weekend, I found that I had gone down a size. Weight Watcher’s is working for me. Slowly. But it’s working. I’m eating real food, not having to limit carbs or fats or sweets or meat or coffee. This is good for me. I agree with the sentiment that if you don’t have choice, you aren’t likely to keep at it for long. Then again, other people have more will power than me. I am proud of myself however. I am enjoying playing with food again, trying new recipes, tweaking old recipes, having a little Halloween candy, and again, my coffee. Y’all know how I am about my coffee.
Some of my new favorite ingredients are: Light Butter, Turkey Pepperoni, Laughing Cow Light Cheese Wedges, Celery, Gingersnaps, Reduced-Fat Sliced Cheese (provolone, swiss, colby-jack), Pesto, Goat Cheese, ground chicken/turkey, Italian Turkey Meatballs, Gourmet Garden Herbs and Spices.
Y’all no doubt have noticed all the race car pictures. We live down the street and around the corner from most of the NASCAR race shops. These images are from Joe Gibbs Racing, home of Kyle Busch, Denny Hamiln, and Joey Logano. Also down the street we have, Hendrick Motorsports, Ganassi, Rousch Racing, Petty Racing. A few miles up the road, you’d find Kyle Busch Motorsports, Penske Racing, JR Motorsports, Red Bull Racing, Michael Waltrip Racing. In the other direction, up a few miles, would be Richard Childress Racing and Kevin Harvick Incorporated.
Race shops are all over the place here. If you watch Speed TV, they are just down the street and around the corner.
And though I know many of you aren’t fans of NASCAR, it’s a big part of my life because it’s a big part of my son’s interest in life and well, I’m good with sharing it with him, having something to do together, enjoy together. Y’all know how important it is to me to be a part of what makes my kids happy. I can’t imagine NOT wanting to share things with my kids, creating those memories, being able to talk with them. So, from time to time, I’ll post pictures from the race shops. Just indulge me…
We had a great time at the races in Charlotte, and y’all KNOW I was absolutely ticked when Kyle lost. But, it was fun still to be with the crowd and with my family. Drunk people are the most hilarious. There were these 4 women, two of which were so drunk they couldn’t walk without help. The one woman just thought she was the shit and it was so funny. They had tickets and seats somewhere, but they either didn’t know where or didn’t care. They were walking around our section, sitting in whatever 4 empty seats they could find or until someone came and asked them to move. Well, after about an hour of them moving around, stumbling up and down steps, falling into each other, a non-drunk woman there with her kids and husband, went and found the cops. We never saw the 4 women again.
Now, I don’t have any problems with you wanting to drink beer. I do have an issue with how many drunks drive after sporting events, but, what I don’t understand is why pay so much for tickets and drink so much that you have no idea what’s going on? Seriously, why? Aside from the fact that you provide me a great deal of entertainment, but why drink SOOOOO much that you can’t remember your name, the name of your team or driver, or where you parked your car?
Anyway, I don’t really have much else to talk about today, but knew I needed to spend a little time with y’all. I need to see about planning dinner, eating a bit of a snack, go to the store, find the new cupcake and jelly roll pans I need for baking the next couple of weeks (red velvet cupcakes and coca-cola cake) along with the birthday present for my neighbor’s son.
I’ll be posting tomorrow for Snippet Saturday so tune in, though I forgot what the theme is… I’ll have to go look it up. My ‘Noles aren’t playing this weekend, but will be playing Thursday night.
Cracklin’ Rosie comes out Tuesday!!!!
If y’all haven’t joined in the Night Owl Romance web hunt (banner to the right), why not? Go hunt!
I’ll be participating in a hunt starting Sunday as well where I’ll be giving away a copy of Cracklin’ Rosie! You can find more information at Samhellion.com
I’ll be chatting on Wednesday at Kris Cook’s place, doing an interview on Thursday at Drea’s Place, celebrating the release at the Romance Studio on Friday.
In case y’all didn’t know, Jaz’s book, Ink Spots has been contracted by Ellora’s Cave. I’m so very excited by that… Arrested Holiday, which is coming from Loose Id at some point, is in line edits. I’m going to be participating in NaNoWriMo in November.
Lots coming up!
Have a great weekend, y’all!