Catching Up

It’s Friday! Yay! Of course, the weekends for me are just more of the same as my days of the week so…

I have emailed all the authors that were giving ebook presents with the list of names of their winners that were picked through Random.org. If you are on this list, you should be hearing from the author beside your name within a few days.

They are:

Carol B. – Reveal Me from Cari Quinn
Terri Lee – Entangled Trio from Cat Grant
Patti – Old School from Eve Cassidy
Maria D. – any one available title from Selena Blake
Elaing8 – Bullhandler from Morgan Sierra/Dee Carney
Janeen – Wrapped Around Your Finger from Fallon Blake
Susan C. – His Client from Ava March
Leni – any one available title from Madison Chase
Amanda – any one available title from Mari Freeman
Jolene – any one available erotica title from Cara McKenna
Slav – any one available title from Samantha Kane
Miranda – autographed print copy of From Thirty Days to Forever from Shayla Kersten
Eve – any one available title from Vivian Arend
Donna – any one available title from Eliza Gayle
Nancy G – any one of my available titles
Estella – any one of my available titles
Cindy L. – any one of my available titles

I have been working this week on Forever in Blue Jeans. It’s going slow. If any of you recall, about 3 months ago, the word count was very close to complete, however now if you look to the sidebar you’ll see it’s not anymore. I have deconstructed it. About 3-4 times. I didn’t like it. As I’d said before, I was trying to write a safe book, but that just wasn’t working for me. I ended up hating it. It was work and it wasn’t fun and it wasn’t a story that was working for me as the writer. I have talked endlessly to my dear friend Fallon Blake about it and I know she was ready to throttle me. I took a long break from it and when I came back, I had a new plot. I took the old plots apart, kept a few things, but tossed so much more and it’s being completely re-written now. I don’t think 35,000 is going to be the final word count. It’ll be longer, I’m fairly certain, but how much longer, I’m not sure. Just know that I’m working on it. Blue is going to get her story written if it kills me…

You’ll see I’m also slowly, very slowly working on a number of books over there on the sidebar. Earlier today another couple plots invaded my thoughts and are begging to be put down into words. It would appear that my muse has returned and brought reinforcements. YAY!

Drive Shaft is the second book to follow Stick Shift and it is about Alli, one of Lily’s friends.

Get Lost is a contemporary m/f about a woman that just loses it when pushed too far and retreats into the mountains.

Too Bad is Jackie and Mac’s story from Ink Spots.

Polar Shift is the second book in the Denali Heat Series, and this one is Patrick’s story.

Bound for Pleasure is a BDSM m/f that is the second book in a series y’all haven’t heard of yet from me. It follows one couple from a set-up reunion meeting through different stages and explorations in a relationship. More on that one later. It is a different kind of story for me and one that my mainstream readers may not care for due to the heavier BDSM content.

And as I said, there are others playing around in my head that I will get to as soon as I can, including a loose plan to write a longer story for Thor and Bobby from my free read, Masked.

I hope all of you are doing well and be sure to check in for Snippet Saturday tomorrow. Have a great weekend!

~lissa

Snippet Saturday – Letters, Poems, Love-type Speeches

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.

Snippet:

“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.”

“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.”

Please remember to check out the following authors and their snippets…

Emma Petersen
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
Eliza Gayle
Lauren Dane

And please remember that if you are participating in my Birthday Bash for the presents, commenting is not required or necessary on Saturday Snippets.

Have a great weekend! I’ll be watching the Daytona 500 tomorrow! Woot! Let’s Go #18!

~lissa

Snippet Saturday – Love Scene

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…

Snippet:

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.”

“Okay.”

He held out his other hand. “Give me your keys.”

“I didn’t drive. Alli did.”

“Excellent.”

“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.

“Cam?”

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.”

“What? Here?”

“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.

“Cam?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“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.

“Oh no.”

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?”

“Mmmm.”

“Mmmm?”

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.

For more snippets, visit the following authors:

Jody Wallace
Emma Petersen
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
Eliza Gayle
Shelli Stevens
TJ Michaels
Lauren Dane
Helen Kay Dimon
Leah Braemel

Have an awesome weekend! Oh and again, Snippet Saturday is NOT part of the Birthday Bash so commenting, while always welcome is not necessary and will not count toward whether you get a present at the end of the month!

~lissa

Snippet Saturday – Dark Moment

Dark moments? Black moments? Sadness? Despair? Hurt? Anger?

We all have these in our real lives and we seem to love them in our romantic fiction lives too. We want that moment when there are just no answers. Oh sure, in romance we know it’s all going to work out in the end, but, we don’t know anything like that in real life and more often than not, they don’t work out. At least, that was my experience…

I’m picking a scene from Stick Shift. It’s between a secondary character and the heroine, Lily. There’s tension and strife and while both want what’s best for the hero, Cam, no one is really sure it’s all going to work out…least of all, Lily.

Snippet:

Lily walked into the bathroom and was immediately cloaked in steam. The man took longer, hotter showers than any woman she knew. She set a cup of coffee beside the sink. “There’s someone at the door, Cam.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know. The doorbell rang as I was coming upstairs. I didn’t know if I should answer it or not.”

“Yeah, just make sure it isn’t press of any kind. It shouldn’t be, but…I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Okay.”

If she didn’t know better, she’d swear their relationship was a scene right out of Relationships, Inc., one of those stupid reality shows she couldn’t stand. They were casual, acting as though they weren’t merely lovers. They talked; they carried on domestic situations with breakfast, reading the paper, making love until noon, talking politics. It was all rather surreal, and she seriously didn’t know what to make of it.

She looked out the peephole, and a relaxed smile crossed her face. “Ronnie. Hi,” she said after opening the door to him.

“Afternoon, Lily. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

Her smile faltered a little at the look on his face, the tensing of his shoulders, the strain of his own smile. No, he hadn’t expected her, and she was suddenly even more uncertain about things. Did he know something she didn’t? “Come on in. Cam said he’d be down in a minute.”

“Thanks.”

She closed the door behind him. “Would you like some coffee? I just made a fresh pot.”

“Sure.”

He followed her as they went to the kitchen. She busied herself with coffee mugs and creamer. He simply watched her, watched every move she made. The easy manner from the night before and from all other meetings with him was gone. In its place was tension.

She placed the mug in front of him at the end of the counter, then turned and stared out at the backyard. Well, it would have been a backyard. Instead, though, it was the tee box of the sixteenth hole on a golf course. She actually enjoyed the mornings she’d been at Cam’s, watching group after group tee off. She’d sit out on the deck, or they’d sit out there and talk as though they were any other normal couple and not some unknown woman and a famous, hot, young race car driver.

She had a feeling her surreal reality was about to come to an end.

Ronnie cleared his throat behind her. “How is he today?”

She looked over her shoulder at him. “He’s fine.”

“Any lingering effects from the crash?”

“No, not that I can tell.”

“Has he talked about it at all?”

“He did some last night and a little this morning.” She moved to the sink and placed the midnight-snack dishes in the dishwasher. They’d gotten up around two in the morning for grilled cheese and milk. “What’s wrong, Ronnie?”

“I was worried about him when he didn’t show up in the shop this morning. He usually comes in to look at the car, see what news there is.”

“Oh.”

“Lily, look, I like you a lot. We all do. You’ve made that boy smile more than anyone or anything else in a long while.”

“But?” She knew there was a “but.” There had to be. The soft, placating tone of Ronnie’s voice, the grim set of his mouth, the way he wouldn’t really look at her when he talked — there had to be a “but” coming.

“He’s distracted. He’s never distracted. He wasn’t focused last night like he should have been.”

“The wreck wasn’t his fault.”

“No, it wasn’t. It might have been avoided though, if he’d been paying more attention to what was going on on the track rather than asking me how you were doing and if you were enjoying yourself.”

Heat bloomed in her cheeks. She hadn’t heard that on the radio. True, she’d been kind of out of it herself, lost in thought, but she felt sure she’d have remembered or tuned in had she heard her name. “I’m sorry, Ronnie. I didn’t realize.”

“I know you didn’t, and I can’t put this solely on your shoulders. All this time he’s been spending with you makes me think his head isn’t in the right place. He’s running for a championship, and he’s not going to get it if he continues to be distracted.”

“Are you asking me to stop seeing him?” She stopped all her fiddling and faced the weathered and seasoned crew chief. She knew Cam thought of him as a second father, and she would hate to be the cause of any strife between them. She didn’t want to know the answer to the question she hadn’t wanted to ask.

“No. I’m just saying that maybe it would be better for him — and for the team — if you and he didn’t spend quite so much time together.”

“He’s asked me to come to California with him.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea right now, Lily.”

“What don’t you think is a good idea?”

They both turned to see Cam walking into the kitchen, a grin on his face that was aimed right at her. It broke her heart. Dressed in jeans and a T-shirt with bare feet, he looked more like a college student than the one of the top five stock car drivers in the nation. This was one of those times when she seemed to be reaching for stars.

“I was just telling Lily that I don’t think it’s a good idea for her to sit in the stands at the race next weekend. People have seen her with you, and I’m just not sure that sitting with the regular race crowd is safe for her.”

Lily was both grateful and not at Ronnie’s blatant lie. She knew why he’d done it; she just wasn’t sure it was the right thing to do. At the same time, how could either of them tell Cam the truth of what Ronnie had said? He wanted her to distance herself from Cam, and she knew Cam wouldn’t take that well at all.

Cam smoothed her hair in a gentle caress and kissed her. “Why don’t you want to sit on the pit box?”

She hoped her lie was just as convincing. “Alli couldn’t find anyone to buy the tickets, and we don’t want them to go to waste. Candi paid good money for them.”

“Really? I guess I can understand that. I’d rather have you on the pit box, though.”

“I know. Me too.” Was her smile convincing? “Look, I’m sure you two have things to talk about, so I’m going to go out on the deck.”

Cam let her go, his face full of questions, but when she kissed his lips, his smile was back. The French doors were already open, so she closed them behind her after stepping outside. What would Ronnie say to Cam? Would he now tell her lover the truth of what was being discussed before he had walked in?

She took a seat in one of the Adirondack chairs and closed her eyes against the warm spring day and tried not to think about her heart unraveling.

Be sure to visit the following authors today for their Dark Moments snippets:

Leah Braemel
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
Eliza Gayle
TJ Michaels
Lauren Dane
Jody Wallace
Sasha White

~lissa

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