No...I don't have a new book out. Though I wish I did with a cover as hot as this! Just trying to help out a fellow author friend on release day.

                                                   
Blountville, Tennessee: Bestselling erotic romance author, Destiny Blaine, has a new book release from Resplendence Publishing. The long awaited Mary Had a Little Problem promises ménage romance readers a page-turning romance filled with hot love scenes and an unforgettable love story. Order your copy of Destiny’s romance of the year—Mary Had a Little Problem is out today: http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/353.html

Book Information:

Mary Worthington is a widow, or at least, she should’ve been. A former Navy Seals wife, her husband is killed in combat and Mary has a difficult time accepting the fact her husband isn’t coming home. Without a body to bury or witnesses to tell her what happened, there’s no way Mary can put the past to sleep until someone provides her with the truth about her husband’s final hours.

Trying to step out and socialize once again while pursuing facts about her husband’s death, Mary is introduced to Brock Taylor, a hard-core ladies man dedicated to the Marines and sharing himself with any woman who wants a piece of one. That is, until he meets Mary, a woman he’s known about through a past acquaintance.

Mary and Brock fall in love, plan a wedding in the Great Smoky Mountains, and well, things could’ve been headed toward a happy ending. However, six months after Brock finally wins Mary’s hand, Mary’s deceased husband reappears. And Mary wonders if she’ll be forced to give up one man in exchange for the other.

Excerpt

“The next time you try and set me up with some hardcore, sexy-as-all-fucking-hell military prick, I swear to God, I’m gonna—”

“Anna told me how to get here,” Brock interrupted her rant as soon as the door was pushed all the way back.

“Fuck my life,” Mary muttered, thinking she’d never seen a hotter man than the one in front of her. Even Luke would have a difficult time measuring up to Brock, and that was saying a lot.

Stop it right now, she thought. She didn’t have the right to gawk at this stranger like he was a packaged adult delivery for an overnight stay. “This is not happening to me.”

Brock winked, a devilish grin marking a permanent place on his face. “Prick? Really? Is that the best you can do?”

She released a troubled sigh. Apparently, he missed the compliment laced through that warm greeting.

“Why are you here?”

She saw the attitude coming from a mile away. “I was afraid someone might try to set you up with some hardcore, sexy-as-all-fucking-hell military prick. I’m here to save you.”

“From myself?” she asked, meaning she needed all the help she could get since she had the open-mouth-insert-foot concept down to a perfected science.

“Should I take that to mean you’re interested?”

“What do you want?” she asked, ignoring his underlying insinuations.

“An invitation inside would be a nice start.”

“Why?”

 “Maybe because it’s the polite thing to do, especially after you spoke so passionately about me.”

“The last time a soldier stood in my doorway, he brought bad news with him. Would you invite that into your home, Mr. Taylor?”

“Depends on what you consider bad news, Mary. And please, call me Brock. We’ll do better in the end if we start out with first names.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You think you could stand my answer?”

Mary propped her hands on her hips. “Depends. Think you can handle rejection?”

Destiny Blaine’s Mary Had a Little Problem can be ordered here on release day:
http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/353.html
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DONUTS AND DESIRES

I recently blogged over at Reviews by Molly and offered up an autographed copy of : CUPID'S ARROW, IT'S ALL IN THE JEANS or THE SENATOR'S DAUGHTER. Congratulations Diane! You're the lucky winner. I'll be in contact with you:)

Monday Man Candy

They're so purty! Like Viking warriors! The kind who conquer and ravish:)

Bah!

Had to go in to work this morning. Will be a short day if I have my way. Stayed up late watching syfy like an idiot! Coffee might help. I hope y'all are having a wonderful weekend.

LOL...I was cuddling with my granddaughter in bed this morning and we were talking when she said, "Grandma can you talk with your mouth shut? Your breath stinks!"

This Broke My Heart

Navy SEAL Jon Tumilson lay in a coffin, draped in an American flag, in front of a tearful audience mourning his death in Afghanistan. Soon an old friend appeared, and like a fellow soldier on a battlefield, his loyal dog refused to leave him behind.

Tumilson’s Labrador retriever, Hawkeye, was photographed lying by Tumilson’s casket in a heart-wrenching image taken at the funeral service in Tumilson’s hometown of Rockford, Iowa, earlier this week. Hawkeye walked up to the casket at the beginning of the service and then dropped down with a heaving sigh as about 1,500 mourners witnessed a dog accompanying his master until the end, reported CBS.

I just blogged about quickies at...

Getting Naughty Between the Stacks     

I just found out my assistant at work is talking crap about me on her face book page. A good friend of mine discovered her page and sent me the comments. Not only backstabbing but lies! Hummm...what to do? Nothing!

A little humor to start your day

It takes 7 seconds for food to pass from mouth to stomach. A human hair can hold 3 kg.
The length of a penis is 3x the length of the thumb.
The femur is as hard as concrete.
A woman's heart beats faster than a man's.
Women blink 2x as much as men.
We use 300 muscles just to keep our balance when we stand.
A woman has just read this entire post.
The man is still looking at his thumb.

Excerpt Time!

All the Right Moves

Annie lay back and floated, too exhausted from
their lovemaking sessions to do any swimming. It
wouldn’t be long before they’d have to head back so
she could get ready for work. Marshall had already
expressed his reservations about her going in that
morning, which might be the reason he was so quiet.
Annie appreciated his concern but had told him that
was one argument he wasn’t going to win.
Detective Thomas didn’t like losing.
Smiling, Annie stared up at the fathomless void
above her. She wasn’t worried about sharks or any
other dangers the ocean was home to, her danger
was in the hands of a sexy detective. Making love
with him had thrown an element into their situation
she hadn’t counted on.
Something brushed against her, and she moved
to her feet with a soft sound of fright.
“Relax, it’s just me.”
He was close enough that Annie could reach out
and touch him if she wanted. “Is it time to go back?”
“Soon.”
She sensed he had something on his mind.
“You’re not going to bring up my going into the office
again, are you?” His low rumble of laughter was her
response. “Trying to come up with a new idea of why
I should stay here?”
“Oh, I can think of one good reason to keep you
here.”
His voice carried the sexual undertones Annie
was already learning to recognize. “We could spend
the day making love.”
She laughed softly. “Spend the day in bed?”
“I didn’t say we’d be in bed.” There was no
denying the humor in his tone. “I can think of a lot of
places two people can make love, Annie.”
He reached forward and slipped his hand
around the back of her neck. Annie found herself
drawn to him until they were flush against one
another. She caught her breath at the pleasure
zinging through her when her erect nipples brushed
against his hard chest.
“And where might that be, Detective?” God she
was weak! It appeared Marshall had woken the
sleeping woman in her, one easily turned on by the
sound of his voice when it was hoarse with desire,
the look in his eyes when they were filled with
arousal.
“Right here for one.”
“I like the sound of that, Detective.” She couldn’t
believe how far she’d come in so little time, but
Annie recognized the boldness of her response.
Marshall made her feel confident and sexy.
Annie waited with anticipation for Marshall to
kiss her. She wanted his lips on her, his tongue
inside her mouth. As the gentle movement of the
water fused them together, she became increasingly
aware of his hard on. She arched against him,
hoping he took the hint that she wanted him as
much as he wanted her.
When his kiss came, it was not a gentle attack
but it affected all of Annie’s senses. Pleasure
fluttered inside her belly, her heart rate picked up
speed. When she opened her mouth, he rewarded her
by slipping his tongue inside to mate with hers.
Soon their mutual moans of desire surrounded
them. Then Marshall’s hands slid down her body,
cupped her ass, and pulled her up against his fully
aroused shaft. It wasn’t enough. Annie wanted to
feel him against the sensitive button and parted her
legs, inviting entry.
“God…that feels good!” she gasped when he
released her mouth. She let her hands travel over
his broad shoulders and down his muscled back. She
tugged on his ear lobe with her teeth, barely holding
back restraint.
Marshall shuddered against her. “Do you know
what feels even better?” He moved Annie up and
down his throbbing flesh. “This!” His hand moved
between them to grasp his penis and guide it inside
her welcoming body.
Annie purred like a satisfied cat. Holding onto
his shoulders, she arched back as far as she could go.
As he braced himself against the swaying water she
began to move her hips back and forth. Her
excitement escalated when his hands smoothed up
her ribcage to caress her breasts.
She moved faster. He stroked her breasts a little
rougher. With a growl, he bent forward and took a
nipple in his mouth and tongued it. Then he began
to lap at her breasts as though enjoying an ice cream
cone. Growing weak, Annie didn’t know how much
longer she could hold on, thankful when Marshall’s
hands moved to her hips.
“Like this?” He pulled her hips back until only
the very tip of him was left inside her and then
impaled her on his rock hard flesh in one long, slow
stroke.
“Yes!” Annie said with feeling. She clenched her
muscles around him. “Do you like it, Detective?” Her
actions got a swift and pleasurable response.
Marshall groaned low, his hands bruising on Annie’s
waist as he lost control. “Oh hell…Annie…” He
began moving in and out of her with blinding speed.
Annie leaned back until she was practically
horizontal with the water. The position forced
Marshall further inside her womb and caressed the
very spot that would bring her release. She wasn’t
afraid he’d let her go beneath the surface, trusting
the strength of his hands as he controlled their
movements.
She was close, but she sensed Marshall was
closer as he picked up speed. She reached between
their bodies for his plunging shaft and took it into
her hands. He was forced to halt while she ran the
tip of his flesh over her little throbbing button.
Seconds was all Annie needed to bring herself to
climax.
Crying out, she released Marshall so he could
continue what he’d been doing. The uncontrolled
gyrations of her body seemed to push him over the
edge.
“Shit, Annie!”
When his body began to convulse much like
hers, he pulled her up and slapped his mouth over
hers. He clutched her to him roughly, until gradually
his hips slowed down and only an occasional tremor
shook him.

THE RESCUE

You gotta watch the video after reading this! It's the kind of thing that makes your heart feel good.

On the morning of May 18, 2011, my wife noticed a deer in our yard that appeared to be frantically looking for something in the rocks that form a wall on our property line in Brush Prairie, WA.

When we first went out with our neighbors, we didn't see anything, but the deer wouldn't leave our yard. We went back to our house and watched; after a few minutes the deer came back.

We went out to the area the deer was concentrating on and could hear a baby fawn crying in the rocks. We moved some of the rocks and smaller boulders and saw a baby fawn's face in the rocks. He had apparently fallen in one of the gaps and was now trapped.

The larger boulders were too heavy to move, and we didn't want the rocks to cave in on the baby deer.

We called our Clark County Fire District 3. The B Shift team came out; they were able to move the larger rocks out of the way with the Jaws of Life enough to be able to reach in a pull the baby fawn out and reunite it with its momma. The fawn, maybe stuck in there most of the night, quickly went to nurse its momma.

One of our neighbors took some video clips of the fire department's rescue. I edited the clips into this short clip. After sharing it with some friends they thought that it was just too cute not to share with more people; my neighbor agreed to let me upload it.

http://www.wimp.com/fawnrescued/

Monday Man Candy

Gotta love a man in a towel!

A Carat is a Carat...isn't it?

Any person who's bought jewelry and knows what a carat is probably knows how big it is. I've never heard there was a difference between a carat diamond and a carat gem stone, have you? I recently bid on eBay for a pair of garnet earrings that were advertised as 2 carats. Expecting the stones to be a carat each, I was so disappointed when they arrived in the mail. They were beautiful, but the gems were not 2 carats. They were a total weight of 1 carat, which made the stones about a half carat each.

When I complained to the seller they said they were sorry I was disappointed with the size and asked if I was I going by a carat diamond or a carat gem stone. Am I crazy here? They quickly refunded my paypal account, which I didn't ask for by the way.

I wonder how big they think an inch is...

Sixteen Years in a Bag

When I retired from Disney I brought home two good sized boxes of stuff. Junk that I'd collected over the years. Plaques, awards, the yearly cast member gifts, pictures and poop. Yes you heard me, I brought home poop. How many people can say they have a ball of Kudu poop, and didn't have to go to Africa to get it? I don't know how it was treated but it's glossed over with a shellac kind of substance. There's no odor and it's hard. I use it as a paperweight. What I really wanted was elephant poop. That would have made a neat lamp base!

Here's a picture of Jezzie checking it out. I guess you have to be a lover of animals in a big way to really understand the coolness of having something this unique. Maybe not.

Anyway, I finally got around to going through those boxes this morning. Sixteen years in two boxes dwindled down to a bag in record time. Things that were important to me at some time, were just taking up space I no longer have. My ten year plaque, still in the box, and the castle I couldn't wait to get. My partner's in excellence statue. I wore the pin proudly. You'd have to be a cast member to understand the significance of that award, which they no longer give out.

Sixteen years of service stuffed into a bag. Pictures, small keepsakes, and poop.

I'm exhausted! Had the day off from real work but watched my grandchildren. I don't feel old until I've spent a day with them. Mason is all over the place now and we have nothing to contain him. Unlike a week ago when a circle of well placed pillows kept him within reach. Now he can climb over them and it won't be long before the little devil will be walking. Alivia was a big help, chasing him for me. After a while though she got tired of that. Don't blame her. What five year old wants to spend her time chasing her 8 month old brother?

You can bet our next investment will be one of those fence things. The kids are planning a cruise in a couple weeks and there's no way I'm going to chase after him the whole time. Too old for that!

Well, I've reached another milestone in my life. Not only has another age spot appeared on my hand, but I invested in one of those eye glass chains so I can keep my reading glasses on me at all times. Even though I have several pairs, one in my purse, one by my chair, and one at work, I've lately found that when I need to see something I'm nowhere near them. Do you know how frustrating that is? And my arms aren't long enough either!


The new age spot is really kind of pretty. It looks like a big freckle...but let's call it a beauty mark! LOL

I bought my first caffe latte this morning and it sucks! I know it must be me because Starbucks has the best coffee. I guess I just don't have the sophistication to enjoy it. Give me back my mocha iced coffee with extra cream!

You know my auto insurance dropped me? I put in one claim in twenty something years and they drop me like a hot potato! Is that fair? About as fair as turning the one claim I reported into three separate claims. That way I had to pay the deductible multiple times. They said since the damage to my car happened on three different occasions that it was counted as three separate claims. It didn't matter that I wasn't at fault. Only that I turned in three claims within six months of each other. Now I'm stuck looking for new insurance. Something should be done about insurance companies who sit back and take your money for years on end and when you finally turn in a claim they abandon you. Doesn't your safe driving record count for anything anymore?

Can you believe these gowns?

They're made out of balloons! Would you wear one? Very creative but I'd have reservations about actually donning one. I wonder how much hot air goes for? I bet they squeak when they walk. To each his own I guess. They're balloontastic!

Author Wendi Zwaduk is on tour!

My Life Outside Writing....

I want to thank Tory Richards for having me here at Romance with an Attitude. I’m having a great time on my tour and am excited to be here. I’ve been asked lots of questions along this tour, but the question I’ll try to answer here is what my life is like outside of writing.

Hmm. I don’t know how glamorous it will sound...but here goes. When I’m not writing, which happens a lot more than sometimes I’d like, but I’m a regular person. Okay, so what’s a regular person? I’m a mom and a wife, so I have those things to do. Laundry because any mother knows how many articles of clothing a child can go through, especially when said child is messy. Hey, he likes to play in the sand and run around the yard. I get the honor of vacuuming. Yes, it’s an honor...okay, not really. But someone has to keep the tumble weeds of dog and cat fur under control. It’s not that either dog is particularly furry, but hey, it adds up. And then there’s playing. Got to take time to play and have fun. We go to the zoo, to the county fair, work on art work together...you know, have fun.

As I said, I’m also a wife, so there are those things to do, but the fun thing is DH is the best research partner. Yup. He willingly sacrifices himself for my art.

I’ve got a day job which I both love and sometimes wish I could give up. I’d love to be able to write 24-7, but that’s not in the cards right now. Got to bring in a little cash for the grocery trips and the outings at the zoo. I know this will sound strange, but it’s a nice diversion, too, when writing is not going. There are times when the story won’t flow or the characters won’t cooperate. I’ve got the family and the EDJ for a break.

But we were talking about my life outside of writing. I love to grocery shop. I do. I get to wander the store, looking for whatever I need to feed the family for the week, but I also get to people watch. It’s an outside of my writing life activity, but it feeds into my writing. I love to add people I see into the stories. Most of the time it is very organic—I see something and say, hmm, what if I do this with this character? But most of the time I let the characters do their own things based on what I see.

When I’m not writing I like to read, too. To write well, in my humble opinion, you have to be a reader. You do. How else can you know what’s hot, what’s selling, what’s new, and what is along the same lines as your work. Get the creative juices flowing, too. Not copying. Never that. I mean, how can you twist and turn the general idea—boy meets girl, boy romances girl, boy (or girl) screws up and loses girl, boy and girl get back together—and make it into your own ideas. My favorite thing is to somehow work racing into the story. I love to watch the races, to learn about race lingo and to adapt it to what the characters are doing. So I watch the races, read books, and work on my ideas.

Looking back on what I’ve written here for the blog and I see that even when I think my writing life is separate from my life, it’s really not. It’s all intertwined and mish-mashed. It all works together and I like it that way.

I always dreamed of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I tend to write books with titles taken from songs because music is one of my many muses. I earned a BA in education at Kent State university and as well as a Masters in Education from Nova Southeastern University. I've tried my hand at teaching, waitressing, and retail sales, but writing holds my heart. I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I have six books under contract and more than my brain can handle percolating. I can't wait to share them with you! http://www.wendizwaduk.com http://wendizwaduk.blogspot.com

Hey folks! Wendi will be giving away ($10 Amazon gift certificate) to one commenter. So follow the tour and the more you comment, the better your chance of winning. The tour dates can be found here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2011/06/virtual-book-tour-ever-fallen-in-love.html.

Tucker lost the love of his life once, but this time, he’s not taking no for an answer.
Once a driver, always a driver...

Racing consumes Tucker Poston’s life. Until he sees her again. Megan Rodney. She’s the one person to come between him and his ride. She’s the only woman to understand him. The only woman he’s ever loved. Circumstances tore their love apart. Now he’s determined to show her the contents of his soul, even if it means losing his heart. Being a driver doesn’t warm his lonely nights. Too bad she’s not interested.

Megan’s not about to fall for his smooth lines and slick image. She’s got a good life as a team owner for a stock car team. Still, memories of their love affair burn bright in her mind. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the man who pushed her away, wants a second chance at forever?

Contains a little spanking, anal play, and domination shared between former lovers, but no one’s complaining. For good measure, there’s the sizzling use of a Camaro hood for outdoor pleasure.


Excerpt
“I come in peace.” Tucker Poston took a step back. In one hand, he held earphones. In the other, the radio. “Want me to talk to him? I’ve got my own headset. I understand race brain.”

“Race brain?” She rolled her eyes. “You can talk, sure. I didn’t expect you.” I’m not completely upset. She took in the way his t-shirt contoured to the dips and valleys of his chest. Muscles rippled under the soft cotton. She licked her lips. Years ago, she’d spent countless hours touching and tasting his skin. A slow burn started deep in her heart. For a split-second, she’d almost admit she missed him.

“Eric got waylaid. Your rear tire changer had his foot run over by the number four truck.”

“If it’s not one thing, it’s another.” Megan tugged at the hem of her blouse, smoothing out unseen wrinkles. She sucked in her stomach. What would he think of her extra pounds? Guys of Tucker’s calibre liked women in the size two range. Her size eight wasn’t anywhere close.
She turned away and massaged her forehead. She wanted to smack herself. What would he think? What was she thinking! His opinion didn’t matter, regardless of his obvious sex symbol status. She meant nothing to him.

“Eric suggested you and I settle our differences—at the track.” He wrapped the earphones around his neck and clipped the radio to his belt loops. “I want to help you and I’d guess there will be another couple laps under caution. What’s the team frequency?”

“Forty-seven. I can’t afford another trashed truck.”Although her gaze travelled south for a moment or two, Megan groaned. Noticing the way his jeans hugged his body and accentuated the strong muscles in his legs wasn’t going to make Mat a better driver. Nope, all it did was kick her libido, back from a long hibernation, into high gear. Truth be told, she didn’t want to deal with Tucker. The wounds from his betrayal were way too fresh even after ten years. Damn. Coupled with his way of wrapping her around his finger and she didn’t stand a chance of keeping him at bay.

Tucker hooked his index finger under her chin. “Hey, I’ve got a good rapport with him. He’s scared he’s not going to finish or keep his ride. It’s paralyzing. I know where he’s at because I’ve been there too many times.”

Her heart pounded and her hands shook. If she waited another minute, Mat could put the truck into the wall. Then again, Tucker could make another move and get closer. Megan shoved her second thoughts aside in favour of her team.

“See if you can get through to him, Professor Race Brain.” She found the frequency on his headset. “I’ve got faith in you.”


Tory, I'm so glad I got to blog here today. I'm willing to answer questions or comments. Thoughts? Questions? Something you want to get off your chest, so to speak? I'm all ears.

Monday Man Candy

Hubba! Hubba! A little early folks. I have a special guest dropping by tomorrow!

Cool Picture

See the dog?

Ok...I'm officially a senior now, I just joined AARP! The first time they sent me information in the mail I was offended. I thought 65 was the magic number, not 55.

An old married couple was at home watching TV.

The husband had the remote and was switching back and forth between a fishing channel and the porn channel.

The wife became more and more annoyed and finally said...

"For god's sake! Leave it on the porn channel. You already know how to fish!"

Monday Man Candy

Don't try to kid me. I know exactly where your eyes are staring!

I'm sure I'm going to hell for watching syfy on Sunday but oh well, at least I won't be alone! Worked yesterday so took today off. It's been a busy week in our household, what with Alivia turning five. Birthday? More like birth week:) There was something almost every day.

It's an important month for her because not only did she turn five but she will also be starting kindergarten. She's excited now, but I bet when the day comes she'll feel and act differently. I don't think she understands that the friends she's made these last four years at day care will be going with her. We only know of one little girl.

On a different subject. Do you think the extreme heat is affecting our tires? Two days in a row I witnessed a blowout on the interstate, and it got me to thinking. One happened right in front of me, and I could see how it could easily have turned into an accident. The vehicle lost control for a moment, thick ribbons of tire went flying. I had to swerve to avoid running over the biggest piece. As I continued down the road I took note of all the rubber on the shoulder, seeing more than usual.

The heat has always been wicked in Florida but lately seems hotter than usual. And when you have to be out in it you feel the effects fairly early on. It literally sucks the life right out of ya! Thank god for the relief of air conditioning.

Let's PARTY!

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Whoohoo! I get to go to work everyday with people who don't like me...because I'm the boss. I'm not taking it personal though, they didn't like their old boss, either. They don't like change. They don't like being told what to do. They don't like being held accountable for what they do. And they definitely don't like being sent back to do the job right! LOL

How do you know when it is time to "hang up the car keys"?

I say when your dog has this look on his face!

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FOUR HEARTS!

Vicky says…The Promise is a good sexy story about life, love and family. This is obviously a love story, but the secret of The Promise is that second love, finding love after the first one dies, is not a betrayal. You don’t have to forget your first love to find happiness with your second. Just as a true, unselfish person (love) would want one to move on afterward. All this is nicely packaged in a sexy story with a great supportive family. Now that is The Promise we can all only hope to live up to!

Here's a blurb of the book.

Shannon Hayes' husband David was killed in Iraq nearly a year ago, and now she must face her first holiday season without him. With a toddler in tow, she travels to the Vermont farm where the rest of the family has gathered for the holidays. There she comes face to face with the man who was with him when he died, and her destiny, his older brother Ryan.

For the first time in years, Ryan returns home to keep a promise he made to David — to take care of Shannon and their daughter. It's a pledge Ryan is reluctant to keep because he's been secretly in love with Shannon since first setting eyes on her. Their attraction to each other is instant, intense and soon the promise isn't the only thing between them.

Monday Man Candy

God, it's hot in here!