Reviews Just In!

I was surprised to have a new review in for Wicked Desire but here's the link if you're interested in checking it out. Blackraven's Reviews gave it 4 ravens! http://www.blackravensreviews.com/?p=6880#comment-681

AND...drum roll please! The Promise just received 5 ravens and recommended read from Blackraven's Reviews!

Tory Richards has created a tale of heartache, passion, and love yet a chance for a brother to love again. Tory Richards has outdone herself in this romance. It is easy to root for Ryan, a soldier who has always been strong yet has a weakness for Shannon. Loved this book and definitely highly recommended for once again Tory Richards shows us she can create a story that easily comes to life.

Thanks Lena!

Contest!

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Hot X-Rated Excerpt

HER HANDS-ON MAN...warning, extremely explicit!

As soon as Jake closed his mouth over Ivy’s, he knew there would be no turning back. Kissing her was like savoring the first mouthful of the best scotch money could buy. She had Angelina Jolie lips. Decadently full, velvety soft, sweetly wet. And even though he suspected she’d opened her mouth to protest, he used it to his advantage, slipping his tongue inside to taste and explore hers. Her resistance melted away like a drop of snow on a sunny sidewalk.

Having her so near after months of going without her turned his cock so damn hard that he groaned in pain. He thrust against her, seeking relief, knowing he wouldn’t find it until he was buried inside her body. Releasing her wrists, he caressed down her soft arms to her full breasts.

Ivy whimpered and arched against him hungrily, encouraging Jake in the way he remembered. As their mouths continued to work feverishly against each other, Jake took hold of the edges of her blouse and ripped the fragile silk open.

He wasn’t playing games.

He pulled back enough to take in the bounty of her beautiful breasts. Ivy had never liked wearing a bra, but she had one on today. A scanty piece of lace that was sexy as hell. Enticing cleavage and soft flesh spilled over the lace shaping them and Jake could just make out her erect brown nipples. Losing control, he lowered his head and began to kiss, lick and suck the little crowns until she was squirming wildly against him.

Ivy cried out. He recognized her sound of pleasure, knew what she wanted. The next thing Jake knew, her hands were buried in his hair and she was holding him tightly to her. When he was done with her breasts, his hands fell to her writhing hips. He held her firmly, groaning weakly, letting her movements tease the throbbing hunger of his seeking cock. Damn, it had been too long! She felt too good against him and nothing else mattered at that moment but fucking her.

I don’t give a damn where we are.

Lust was riding him hard. The need to bury his cock in her tight pussy was driving him past finesse and protocol. They didn’t have time for foreplay and Jake knew he’d never make it anyhow. His hands went to the edge of her short skirt. He lifted the material up her thighs until it was around her waist.

“Oh god!” Ivy twisted with a mixture of panic and need in her voice. “Jake, not here.”

He was aware of her hands trying to push her skirt back down. He laughed huskily, easily overpowering her. “Anywhere, anytime, any way.” He groaned with pleasure at finding the sweet treasure between her legs.

Ivy gasped sharply. “I didn’t agree to anything.”

“You forget that I know you, baby. The sounds of your pleasure, the way your body comes to life when I touch you. You’re as horny as I am right now.” He flicked his finger across the silk covering her wet mound. He felt her legs tremble with reaction.

“No, Jake…”

Jake ignored her. If she really meant no, he’d know it.

The Promise rates a 4.25 Star Review!

From Night Owl Reviews! Go there to read all of what the reviewer had to say.

Ms. Richards has become a favorite author of mine and the amount of story she’s capable of putting into so few pages is remarkable. Add her talent for combining romance and eroticism deliciously in a story and all I want is more. Contemporary romance fans need to read this story!

Words of warning to the reader: this story will make you long for a tradition-filled family gathering for the holidays and wish it came soon.

Manic Readers gives THE PROMISE 4 STARS! You can read the review here!

I just had to post this. It looks so much like my soul mate when he's napping. When I see him like this I watch his chest to make sure he's still breathing.

CASSADAGA

Anyone who lives in Florida has probably heard of a small, spiritualist town called Cassadaga. It's just half an hour down the road from me and I went there for the first time on Friday. A good friend went with me. We decided we wanted to experience our first readings. The town is tiny, and has always been known for that kind of thing. As I drove down the narrow road toward the camp I noticed several houses with signs out front saying they were psychics, inviting you to stop.

I continued driving to the camp, looking for the Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp Bookstore and Information Center located in the Jackson Davis building on Stevens Street. A place I'd tried to set my nextar to but Cassadaga wasn't recognized so I was left on my own. Hummm...not sure why it wasn't recognized since it's been around for 116 years.

After doing a little shopping we grabbed a bite at The Fish House in the Cassadaga Hotel. I had fish tacos and Laura had scallops. The food was good. Thank goodness it wasn't too hot because the ceiling fans would not have been enough for either of us. If they had air we didn't feel it. When we were done we went back to the bookstore and paid for our half hour sessions with a medium that took place at Harmony Hall, circa 1897.

It was an interesting experience that turned a little emotional for me when I felt certain she'd channeled into my dad's spirit. If you want to believe in that kind of thing. I did and do believe the possibility of anything until proven otherwise. And she said some things she had no way of knowing. My friend left her session feeling the complete opposite. She thought it was a waste of money.

We left shortly after that, thanks to the rain. Below is a link you might find interesting if you want to know more. It goes into more detail of the history and there are a lot of interesting photos.

http://blog.peacerivervalleyflorida.com/2011/03/cassadaga-floridas-oldest-spiritual.html

Wow!

Gee, it's hard to believe that there are places like this that really exist.

It's Okay...

He has artism...meaning autism. That's what the woman said.

I was shopping with my daughter yesterday. She was in front of me, pushing the cart. We noticed a woman and boy, around ten, walking toward us. At first I thought the woman had a problem. She was nervous and hovering over the boy with both arms on either side of him, trying to control where he went and what he did. He didn't say a word, just seemed interested in touching everything along the isle. As they walked past us he reached out and ran his hand over my daughter's butt.

I know my expression must have given me away. I was in shock. My daughter looked back at me as if to say, what the hell? That's when the woman said, "It's okay, he has artism." Is it okay?

I don't know anything about autism except the little bit I've seen on TV. I feel for those who have to live with it and deal with it every day. But am I wrong to think that the woman should have tried to explain to the boy that you don't touch strangers? Someone else might have reacted differently and screamed molestation, or reacted physically. She didn't even offer an apology and her saying it's okay just didn't sit right with me.

The little boy just kept on walking as if nothing happened, touching everything he found interesting and the woman went right back to hovering over him and putting things back that he picked up. I don't even think she was shopping for anything.

5 pearls of wisdom to remember

1. Money cannot buy happiness but somehow, it's more comfortable to cry in a Mercedes Benz than it is on a bicycle.
2. Forgive your enemy but remember the bastard's name.
3. Help a man when he is in trouble and he will remember you when he is in trouble again.
4. Many people are alive only because it's illegal to shoot them.
5. Alcohol does not solve any problem, but then neither does milk.

Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting. Well, for example, the other day, Mary my wife and I went into town and visited a shop. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket.

We went up to him and I said, 'Come on, man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?' He ignored us and continued writing the ticket. I called him an asshole. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn-out tires.

So Mary called him a shit head. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing more tickets. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote.

Just then our bus arrived, and we got on it and went home.

We try to have a little fun each day now that we're retired. It's important at our age.

Well, I decided to join twitter and goodreads. As if I need one more place to remember to go to keep in touch with friends and family. And promote my books. Let's be honest. Twitter seems easy enough, just pop in once in a while and twit. Goodreads was a little more difficult to set up and until I figured out what I was doing I started out by adding my own books to my book shelf. And why not? I've read them all, several times, and I loved them! LOL I don't have much time for reading these days so most of the books I listed were read years ago.

Tootles!

Ha! Finally caught the little bugger and wiped him down good! They ain't happy but they sure smell purty.

I bought a package of fragrant quick wipes for animals with the brainy idea of giving my cats a kind of bath. Man they are smart animals! I opened the package and withdrew two, looking around the room and wondering who I should get first. As soon as I got out of my chair Woofy took off like a bat out of hell, and I haven't seen him since. Gin Gin was nowhere to be seen so I made a grab for Jezzie. Have you ever tried to wipe down a wiggling cat? I did it in record time, got a good scratch from her back nails for my efforts, and she took off for sights unknown. I eventually got Gin Gin. To my surprise she tolerated the wipe down fairly good. I'm still looking for Woofy. In the meantime I have two wipes sitting at the side of my chair just in case he forgets I'm looking for him and comes to me first. He's the chicken in the middle.

Exercise for People over 50

Begin by standing on a comfortable surface, where you have plenty of room at each side. With a 5-lb potato bag in each hand, extend your arms straight out from your sides and hold them there as long as you can. Try to reach a full minute, and then relax. Each day you'll find that you can hold this position for just a bit longer. After a couple of weeks, move up to 10-lb potato bags. Then try 50-lb potato bags and then eventually try to get to where you can lift a 100-lb potato bag in each hand and hold your arms straight for more than a full minute.

(I'm at this level.)

After you feel confident at that level, put a potato in each bag.

Whoohoo! Even with the Twilight Zone marathon going on the last two days I managed to get the first edits done on The Mercenary Way. I was so glad to get it off to my editor.

Everyone have a good 4th of July holiday yesterday? We had ribs and corn on the cob on the grill. My son-in-law is a good cook!

HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!

10 ways you know your date's not for you

1. Your date is devoted to another...like his mother?
2. Your spending habits don’t match...he wants to save, you want to spend:)
3. Your politics are too different...what's politics?
4. Your sweetie just doesn’t get your jokes...very important!
5. Your love interest isn’t ready...for what? SEX?
6. Your honey wants kids and you don’t (or vice versa)...true.
7. Your tastes are too different...he's wine and roses, you're beer and tacos.
8. Your lifestyles clash...a big one!
9. Your first connection fizzles...if he doesn't have a big one! :)
10. Your relationship has you on edge...and we ain't talking the bed:) Edge of the bed, get it? LOL

The Future?

OMG...too funny! I'm watching a Twilight Zone episode right now where the story line takes place in the future...the year 2000!!!

I have got to buckle down this weekend and get The Mercenary Way done! Before my kind, patient editor starts yelling at me. Thank goodness I'm off the next four days. No more excuses.

My Favorite Little People!

Alivia will be 5 in August and starting kindergarten. Mason just turned 7 months and has two little teeth on the bottom. This picture was taken when they recently went to Gatorland.

What is a Grandparent?

Grandparents are a lady and a man who have no little children of their own. They like other people's.

A grandfather is a man, & a grandmother is a lady!

Grandparents don't have to do anything except be there when we come to see them. They are so old they shouldn't play hard or run. It is good if they drive us to the shops and give us money.

When they take us for walks, they slow down past things like pretty leaves and caterpillars.

They show us and talk to us about the colors of the flowers and also why we shouldn't step on the flowers and also why we shouldn't step on 'cracks.'

They don't say, 'Hurry up.'

Usually grandmothers are fat but not too fat to tie your shoes.

They wear glasses and funny underwear.

They can take their teeth and gums out.

Grandparents don't have to be smart.

They have to answer questions like 'Why isn't God married?' and 'How come dogs chase cats?'

When they read to us, they don't skip. They don't mind if we ask for the same story over again.

Everybody should try to have a grandmother, especially if you don't have television because they are the only grownups who like to spend time with us..

They know we should have snack time before bed time, and they say prayers with us and kiss us even when we've acted bad.

A 6-YEAR-OLD WAS ASKED WHERE HIS GRANDMA LIVED. ''OH,'' HE SAID, ''SHE LIVES AT THE AIRPORT, AND WHEN WE WANT HER, WE JUST GO GET HER. THEN WHEN WE'RE DONE HAVING HER VISIT, WE TAKE HER BACK TO THE AIRPORT.''

GRANDPA IS THE SMARTEST MAN ON EARTH! HE TEACHES ME GOOD THINGS, BUT I DON'T GET TO SEE HIM ENOUGH TO GET AS SMART AS HIM!

IT'S FUNNY WHEN THEY BEND OVER, YOU HEAR GAS LEAKS AND THEY BLAME THEIR DOG.