Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Books that need more attention giveaway hop!

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This hop is to bring attention to the books we love but need more attention.

I have one! It's Happy Birthday Baby! It's a short erotic story about a woman celebrating her 50th birthday with her two best friends in their favorite bar, not knowing they've arranged a special dance from the sexiest male stripper at the club. She goes home with him and they celebrate her birthday all night long. I happen to think it's a really cute story, very hot, and totally believable! The problem? The title!

Google it and see what I mean. It gets totally lost among the birthday songs, and birthday party images. Look what happens when you search for it on Amazon. The one and only, slightly negative review leaves out a few things like that Joe is 44, which I never thought as middle-aged, and the other woman was his sister. I tried to add a little depth to the short story, and not make it all about a night of sex. Also, Joe and Lana had been eyeing each other for months and he used her birthday to his advantage to meet her. He didn't make a habit of picking up women, and what's wrong with a 44-year old stripper? Anyone seen Magic
Mike? Matthew McConaughey is 44 and Joe (handsome stud) Manganiello is close behind him. I could look at them strip all damn day!

In all honestly I can't wait for my contract to be up with the publisher, who I love, so I can change the title. I have to wonder why it didn't occur to someone there what kind of problems an adult story with happy birthday baby in the title would be. Unless like me, no one thought about it. Live and learn. Below is a blurb and first chapter of this hot little story.

Blurb - What better way to spend your fiftieth birthday than with the hot male stripper you’ve been coveting for months! Proving you can have fun at any age, Happy Birthday Baby! from author Tory Richards is a celebration of life you won’t soon forget.

Chapter 1

I was twenty minutes into my fiftieth birthday, sitting at a table in a bar that I couldn’t recall the name of even though I’d been coming here for four months. My girlfriends were making fools of themselves as I sat quietly sipping a warm beer. This wasn’t my scene, and never had been, but Sandy and Helen pressured me into coming with them every Saturday night because of my lack of social life. Longtime friends, I knew they meant well. So as soon as we walked through the door I made a beeline for my usual table in a dark corner, and planted myself until they were ready to go home.
Tonight, Sunday, they thought they were doing me a big favor by dragging me here to celebrate what some would call a milestone. Big deal, I was fifty now. I didn’t feel any older, and thanks to my friends and the total makeover they’d treated me to earlier today, I certainly didn’t look any older. In fact, I could easily pass for forty.
Lord, what can I do to get out of here? I’m not interested in watching men young enough to be my sons take off their clothes and flaunt their barely packaged goods in my face. I’m uncomfortable as hell, and more than once I felt the heat of embarrassment burn its way up my neck and into my cheeks. I wished my friends would remember that I’m still here and look my way at least long enough to realize I’m not enjoying myself.
I picked up my beer and pretended to sip at it, glancing at the clock on the wall behind the bar. Fortunately, I have the next two weeks off, but I knew they had to work the next day. Being that it’s almost twelve thirty, we were already in the next day. The thought crossed my mind to remind them of that, but I knew this was nothing new for them. Too many times Helen had shown up for work with a blinding hangover, while Sandy would just call in and leave the office short of help.
Feeling the call of nature, I got up and made my way to the bathroom. I couldn’t help but look at the new me in the entranceway mirror, and have to admit I was rocking it. My once mousy brown hair had blonde highlights in it now, and the new cut left it falling to my shoulders alive with body and bounce. My makeup had been toned down to what I usually wore, giving me a younger, natural appearance. Most of it focused on my brown eyes, giving me an exotic, sultry look. I supposed that was my Hawaiian blood, thanks to my mother’s side of the family. A full native Hawaiian, she and my Caucasian father met while he was stationed in Oahu.
I took care of business, and washed my hands, noticed a button had come undone, and reached up to take care of it. Damn it! I frowned when I found the button was missing. The georgette blouse, cut low enough to show an amount of cleavage that I hadn’t shown off since my thirties, revealed even more flesh now. I wasn’t a prude; I didn’t mind showing off my assets, only I liked to do it in a more subtle way. This clingy blouse didn’t leave anything to the imagination. Neither did the short skirt I was wearing.
I sighed, deciding the missing button and my aching feet would be a good excuse to leave. We’d been at it for hours anyway. When I reentered the main room I wasn’t surprised to see that a lot more people had arrived. Most of the tables were occupied, as well as the stools at the bar. The noise coming from multiple conversations coupled with the loud music made hearing anything significant almost impossible.
Surprisingly, I heard my name and I glanced in the direction it came from.
“Come here!”
It was Sandy, waving me over to where she and Helen were standing at the front of the stage. They had a ringside view of the dancers. The one gyrating directly above them was only wearing a thong, and had money sticking out of it from all directions. He was the same dancer I’d been secretly admiring since the beginning. Reluctantly, I made my way to them, forced to do a little gyration of my own between tables, chairs, and people.
“I think I’m leaving,” I said before they had a chance to say anything.
“You can’t go!” Helen protested loudly.
“Is this the birthday girl?” asked Joe, the sexy dancer on stage. His name was the only thing I knew about him. I guessed him to be around thirty, and in remarkable shape. The little thong he had on was covering an impressive cock, unless the bulge was all money. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling.
“Yes, she is!” Sandy all but screamed up at him.
“A special birthday,” Helen added, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer to the stage. “The big five-o!”
Before I could respond to that, I found my upper arms grabbed and Joe lifted me onto the stage as if I were a child. My eyes nearly bugged out of my head as I looked at him, and back at my friends, wondering what else they’d done. Their huge grins warned me that I had another birthday gift coming, and my churning stomach told me I wasn’t going to like it.
“Let go of yourself for once!” Helen yelled. “Have a good time!”
“You only live once!” screamed Sandy with an enthusiastic grin on her face.
I gulped and looked at Joe, his handsome face split with a grin from ear to ear, and the next thing I knew he was lowering me backward onto a chair. Where had that come from? I hadn’t noticed it being there before. Then he began dancing, and it was clear I was going to get my first lap dance. All of a sudden it was just him and me as he twisted and gyrated sensuously before me.
At the side of us beyond the stage, I could hear my friends laughing and urging Joe on, tossing dollar bills at him with encouragement to do more. Before long everyone in the bar got involved, clapping, stomping, screaming encouragement, and I swear the music became louder. I couldn’t even distinguish Helen and Sandy’s voices anymore. Once I accepted the fact this was happening, I tried to relax and show some enthusiasm. I know my smile wasn’t exactly sincere.
“My name’s Joe,” he said, staring down at me and moving fluidly to the music.
“This isn’t my thing, Joe,” I said, barely able to look him in the eye. So instead, I focused my gaze on his six-pack, which looked hard and glistening. Had he oiled down or was it sweat?
“I know.” He surprised me by responding in a kind tone. I glanced up at him sharply. “I can always tell when a woman isn’t into this. I’ve been dancing for a long time.”
I didn’t say I wasn’t into him. The truth of it was, if we’d been alone and met under different circumstances things could have been different. I just wasn’t into public displays, especially by someone paid to show me attention. Without warning, he parted his muscular thighs and moved his lower body until he was standing over my lap. He was so close I could smell him, a pleasant manly scent of spice and musk. I felt my cheeks burn when he thrust his thong-covered cock close to my face.
I gasped. “Is this even legal?” I was beginning to feel nervous and self-conscious of our intimate position in front of a room full of strangers. It became worse when he lowered himself onto my lap.
“Relax. I’m not going to fuck you. I’m just going to make you a little less tense.” As he spoke I felt his fingers and then palms slowly move beneath my skirt against my outer thighs. “Don’t you want to feel good, Lana?”
I couldn’t believe the rich sound of his low voice was making my body respond. The way he spoke my name, like a soft caress, heightened my awareness of our position. The noise surrounding us faded into the background. I was conscious of his hands slowly pushing my skirt farther up my thighs until he couldn’t go any higher. He lifted his hips slightly, pushing the rest of my skirt out of the way. Then I felt his naked butt cheeks against my thighs.
“What—what are you doing?” My heart began to pound erratically.
“I’m making you feel good.” All of a sudden, we were as close as we could get, and I had nowhere to look but into his laughing blue eyes.
It was that moment when I realized Joe was older than I first thought, closer to forty. His thick blond hair made me think of a trimmed lion’s mane, falling imperfectly around his strong-boned face. I was intensely aware of the heat and strength of his large hands, where they were still resting against my upper thighs while he gyrated. Every once in a while he gently squeezed my flesh until the tips of his thumbs nearly reached the elastic to the thong covering my pussy. I suppressed a moan when my lower body began to tingle with wet awareness.
During this time, Joe didn’t stop dancing, but his movements slowed until he was moving against my body with a lazy, precise action designed to turn up the heat. As we stared into each other’s eyes, I became aware of his hands moving to mine and linking. Then my arms were lifted slightly away from my body and behind me, where I could feel Joe transfer both of my hands into one of his. The action caused my breasts to expand until they were nearly in his face.
I felt my heart skip a beat, and I sucked in my breath. His gaze moved over my face with an admiring light, and then lowered to my breasts. Hot lava engulfed me when I remembered my blouse was missing a button and I could feel cool air on my skin. I glanced down to see what he was seeing. More than just deep cleavage, my blouse exposed the tops of my lacy bra.
His dance had changed. I was vaguely aware we had an audience, that we were still on stage, yet none of that seemed to matter anymore. Joe’s actions were turning me on to a degree that made me worry about wetting my skirt, and I was powerless to stop him. Before I knew it, I was responding to everything he was doing to me. I couldn’t help it. He’d opened the door to a long time of abstinence, and my senses were suddenly on full alert and responding happily.
“Are you doing this on purpose?” I whispered, feeling like I was losing myself.
“Doing what, Lana?” His tone sounded innocent, yet the look on his face said he was anything but.
“You know what. Turning me on,” I explained sharply, angry because I knew he was playing with me. “Is this part of the dance? I doubt my friends paid you to turn me on and then leave me hanging.” I shouldn’t have said that but it was what I was feeling, a bad habit since I often did it without thinking first.
“Is that an invitation not to leave you hanging?”
What did he mean by that? Without warning, he moved forward and I felt his lips against the flesh swelling over the top of my bra. He kissed me there, and then buried his nose into my cleavage, inhaling deeply. I shuddered wildly and moaned, thankful for the loud noise surrounding us. Oh my God, what does he think he’s doing? I chanced a glance away from the stage to see the audience was still encouraging him, oblivious to what Joe was making me feel.
“I like what you’ve done to your hair,” he mumbled in between kisses as he made his way to my ear. “You’re a very pretty lady, and tonight you’re extra breathtaking.”
He chewed on my ear with a tenderness that sent a spark right to the core of me, so intense that it frightened me. “Joe, I think this is enough.” He scooted closer until I could feel the ridge of his hard cock at the juncture of my thighs. I caught my breath, because suddenly it didn’t feel like a game anymore. I knew my pussy had to be wet. As I acknowledged that with another moan, his mouth moved up my chest, and then from the base of my neck, where the pulse was, up to where my chin began, I felt the warm, wet, roughness of his tongue. Oh, God, I was so aroused that I began to tremble.
“I’ve been watching you, Lana, and wanting you for months.”
What? There must be something in my ears because I couldn’t have heard him correctly. It’s true I’d been coming to Big Dicks for a while now, tagging along with Sandy and Helen just to shut them up. I’d noticed Joe the first night; who wouldn’t? He was every woman’s dream. His charisma and dance moves were so hot that he didn’t even have to strip down all the way before women were panting with their tongues hanging out. I was no exception; only I remained where I could hide my fascination and ogle him all I wanted.
“I know you’ve been watching me too. You think no one sees you sitting in the dark, but I can feel your gaze on me when I’m up here. I can feel your eyes stripping me before I remove my clothes.”
I wanted to deny it but lying never came easy to me. Besides, it was a moot point now because I was with him, and revealing just how much he was turning me on. Had my friends guessed the truth and set me up? I cast a glance to where I’d seen them standing, only they weren’t there any longer. A moment of panic seized me until I reasoned that they’d probably gone to the restroom. When I felt Joe move, again I looked into his eyes.
“I…I…” I couldn’t find the words.
His crooked smile was inviting and sexy as hell. The gleam of humor in his eyes was mesmerizing, like the rest of the man. Still holding my hands against the back of the chair, his grip relaxed enough to tell me that I could break away if I wanted to. Was he testing me? In the pretext of a dance move, he shifted his hips until the bottom halves of our bodies collided with spine-tingling results.
“Sweet Jesus,” he rasped, “you make me hot.”
Instinct told me this wasn’t part of the show. I gasped and closed my eyes, letting the erotic moment consume me. His cock throbbed against my thinly covered pussy, causing it to buzz with pleasure. A crazy thought entered my mind, and I wished I’d purchased the naughty panties I’d seen in the sexy intimate apparel magazine I’d received in the mail the other day. The ones with the split in the middle of the crotch. Then Joe could slip inside me and none would be the wiser. Just for a second I squeezed my thighs and rocked forward, wishing there was nothing between us. Was that a low groan?
“Lana, open your eyes and look at me.” He was so close I could almost feel his lips caressing mine. I reluctantly did as he asked.
“Have you ever seen me invite another woman up here on stage?”
I thought about it, and it dawned on me that I hadn’t. What was he trying to say—that I was the first one? “That doesn’t mean that you haven’t when I wasn’t here.”
“You can ask anyone who works here and they will tell you that I haven’t. Unlike the other dancers, my contract has a clause saying that I don’t have to give exclusive dances to anyone.”
I’m sure my confusion showed. “Then why—” Then it dawned on me that Sandy and Helen must have paid him something extra. I could understand why. So far, he’d managed to keep up his dance moves while we held an insane conversation. Joe was very good at what he did. Why give it away free?
I tried to hide my disappointment, deciding to focus on the here and now, and what he was making me feel. It had been so long since I’d had the attentions of a handsome man, so long since I’d felt like an attractive woman. I wondered what else Joe had been paid for. The thought of sleeping with a virtual stranger was surprisingly electrifying and not something I would have ever thought of doing. But why the hell not? I’m a single woman with needs like any other.
By the time the music stopped my whole body and soul was aroused to the point that I was certain I wouldn’t be able to walk off the stage. I was tingling from head to foot, and had an itch between my legs that needed tending to, immediately. I watched as Joe slowly stood, our eyes locked until I couldn’t stand it any longer and I lowered my head to look down. There was no way he could hide the hard-on behind his black thong. He didn’t even try.
He helped me to my feet. “Come home with me.” He wasn’t asking.
I glanced around for my friends, shocked to see them waving at me from the entrance doorway before they quickly turned and exited the place. What the hell? They were deserting me? I looked back at Joe.
“Relax, birthday girl. I promised them if you weren’t interested that I would get you home.”
“I’m not a girl.” I don’t know why I said it, other than to bring attention to the fact that I was a woman and much older than him.
His sexy laugh stoked the fire between my legs. “No, you’re a very sexy lady.”
Oh my, he thought I was sexy? “Older woman.”
“Not that much older, Lana, and age is only a number. So, will you come home with me?
This time he asked, and I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“Good. Wait for me at your table while I go shower and dress.”
As I took the side stairs down off the stage, I was already thinking about changing my mind. I must be crazy to think about going home with a man I didn’t know. I was still horny as hell but I could take care of that with a little help from the overused dildo under my pillow, and there was always my little purple rabbit. My clit was actually throbbing, and it wouldn’t take long to have an orgasm.
Reaching my table, the first thing my eyes lit on was the folded note propped up against my glass. I sat down and reached for it at the same time.
Please don’t be mad at Helen and me for leaving you. We’ve been coming to Big Dicks a lot longer than you have, and we know and trust Joe. He confessed to us a couple weeks ago that he’d like to get to know you. Don’t do anything you don’t want to, honey. Happy Birthday!
Smiling, I reached for my small purse where I’d left it hanging on a hook under the table, and slipped the note inside. Seems my friends had thought of everything. Their note set my mind at ease about going home with Joe.

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Saturday, September 27, 2014

SEAL of Approval

...coming soon! 

Yes, I've decided to do another interracial version of a book that I've already written and published. Touch Me (the interracial version of Up in Flames) is still selling strong. I feel as long as I make it clear to my readers that the interracial version is the same story, only making the necessary changes with regard to my heroine, that I'm okay. 

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

See what I've been doing all day...

Below is an unedited excerpt of Wild Marauders MC from Lynch's POV, the story that never ends it seems. I spent a whole day writing a sex scene between Lynch and Kat, actually it turned into a whole chapter. I knew it was going to be exhausting, because Lynch isn't a slam, bam, thank you kind of man. I promise the book will be finished one day soon. I hope to get it out in December of this year. At least that's my goal.

WARNING: it's very dirty!

Before Kat bombarded me with questions and the other shit going through her mind I slammed my mouth down onto hers. I would tell her whatever she wanted to hear later. Right this second the only thing on my fucking mind was fucking her. I’d gone a week without sex before, hell, I’d gone months, but going a week without Kat wasn’t working for me. She’d been on my brain since I saw her sweet ass on the back of Lenny’s bike as they rode away from my house. Not being able to locate her for the week following had been fucking hell. 
I never wanted to go through that hell again. 
Her mouth was soft beneath mine, the sweetness within teasing my tongue to explore every fucking corner. I was still holding her arms above her head knowing that I could probably let her go, but hell, I was enjoying the rush of dominance in my blood that came with claiming a woman in the most raw and basic way. 
My woman. 
I was going to fucking own her. 
My cock was about to fucking explode in my pants, and dry humping Kat between her legs wasn’t helping. I needed inside her. On the way down her body I took a moment to squeeze and tweak her tit through the thin tee-shirt she was wearing, losing my fucking mind when she arched the hardened tip into my hand. I pinched her nipple roughly, and then lifted her shirt so I could take the abused bud into my mouth. I sucked on it hard, drawing the blood to the tip until it was red as a strawberry. 
“Lynch−” she cried when I shaped her tit to get some of it into my greedy mouth. Kat was so responsive, her body twisted and moved sensuously beneath mine begging for more. If she was on a dance floor doing these same moves on a stripper pole the men would storm the stage to have a piece of her. 
I locked my mouth around her tit and while I nibbled, sucked and tongued the pliant flesh my hand continued down her body to the waistband of her boy shorts. It was so fucking easy to slip beneath the elastic and inside, going straight to her swollen, pink pussy lips. I teased the seam open and slipped inside. Fuck! 
Swallowing her moans, I added another finger and began to move them in and out, making sure to glide over her sensitive clit. Each time I touched the tiny package of nerves Kat shuddered and strained against the hand holding her captive. I let go and she was like a fucking wildcat. Even with my cut on I could feel her nails dig into my back. Not good enough. I wanted them on my naked flesh, so I could feel her passion as it tore my flesh. 

Saturday, September 20, 2014

This time next week I will be on a cruise. I am so looking forward to it as it's been ten years since I've been on one. I'm going with my niece, who is like a second daughter to me. I wish my daughter could go with us like old times. 

I pulled out my suitcase and cleaned it up, yeah, it had about an inch of dust on it. Already bought some Dramamine. I don't know if I'd get sea-sick but I'm not taking any chances. Just have a couple more things to do and then sit back and wait. 

My intention is to sit, read, and chill. Oh, and eat. We have a room with a balcony! There's something so soothing and peaceful about being out in the middle of the ocean, and I hope inspiring for some fresh story ideas for 2015.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Coming October First!


“What’s so funny?” he demanded to know. A quick look revealed Dammit was still smiling up at them.

“A two-hundred-pound man being held at bay by a little pooch, that’s funny.”

“These are new boots,” Matt pointed out, crossing his arms menacingly. “Is this the thanks I get for repairing your washing machine?”

“Are you trying to intimidate me…Sheriff? Maggie put her hands on her hips in response to him crossing his arms. She was aware the action caused her breasts to swell gently over the low top of her dress. “I’d be careful if I were you.” Her eyes dropped down to Dammit and back up again. “I think I’m the one with the upper hand for a change. Why, I bet I could get you to do just about anything I wanted right now.”

Matt growled threateningly but the light in his eyes told a different story. He was enjoying their playful banter as much as Maggie was. “You can try, baby, but don’t blame me if things get out of hand.”

Maggie’s heart did a flip-flop at the way he’d said baby. Her eyes locked onto his, the look in his gaze heating her blood. “And what might those things be?” Maggie inquired softly, her gaze dropping to his naked chest. She reached up to run her finger over him lightly. “I think I can handle anything that might get out of hand,” she teased, then threatened when he made a slight move, “You better not move a muscle, Sheriff, or you’re boots are history.”

“That sounds like a threat. I think I’m at an unfair disadvantage here.” His body was beginning to show signs of responding to her closeness. “You’re enjoying this,” he ground out. “I’m eager to see how far you’re willing to go.”

“Even if it means bringing you to your knees?” She brought her face closer to his chest and under his watchful scrutiny kissed him lightly. His skin smelled warm and musky, and faintly of the soap she’d used on him earlier. Determined to keep it light, she gently ran her open mouth back and forth over his flesh, losing a little bit of control when her lips brushed his nipple. Her heart jumped, butterflies settling low in her belly.

She couldn’t help herself. Her tongue came out, flicking over the hardened nub, over and over again. Maggie heard his gasp and glanced up, his eyes were glazed with desire. She was trembling inside as the situation began to spiral out of control at a rate she couldn’t keep up with. She liked touching Matt, kissing him. She liked the feel of his muscles quivering under the touch of her hands. And by the dark look on his flushed face, he liked it too.

“Ever been brought to your knees before, Sheriff?” she murmured in a seductively low tone. The desire in his darkening eyes promised Maggie both heaven and hell. And she wanted both.

She had no doubt she could bring him to his knees in a heartbeat.

“You do and I’m taking you with me,” he growled back, watching her finger continue to move over him. She ran a nail from his neck down the center of his chest, to where the triangle of crisp hair disappeared beneath his jeans. Below his belt was his impressive hard-on, pushing against his fly. She recalled all too clearly how good it felt being filled by his cock.

His eyes were bright with burning intensity. After the briefest hesitation her finger continued its downward journey, moving over his belt and slowly, brazenly, tracing the length of his straining zipper. He was big and powerful. They both caught their breath. Matt’s hands were dangling at his sides, clenched into tight fists. Dammit had taken off long ago and as far as she was concerned the game was over. 


Matt apparently felt the same way. He sucked in his breath, grabbing Maggie to him and slamming her body against his. Her startled cry was one of pleasure, not pain, and died beneath the onslaught of his hard, unyielding mouth. She welcomed his rough embrace, and matched the wildness in him. Passion for passion. The intensity of his need thrilled her and she wound her arms around his neck, clinging to him wantonly. Her full breasts were flattened against his bare chest and she opened her mouth to accept the stabbing thrust of his tongue.

Maggie moaned shamelessly. Flames of desire licked at her body as his hands began to travel over her curves, sending her into a whirlwind of sensations. She cried out when they moved from her shoulders down her back, to cup her buttocks, bringing her intimately closer to his burning arousal. All the while Matt thrust his hips against her until they were up against the wall.

Once there, Maggie found herself against the wall. Matt seemed careful not to crush her with his impatient need. His hand moved to the front of her bodice, quickly and expertly undoing the tiny buttons until enough were undone that he could part the material, baring the hidden bounty there. Maggie thought she would die when he stood back a moment to take her in, before tenderly running his palm over her breast as if in awe. His look made her feel beautiful, and desired.

Crying out, she arched into his caress, burying her hands in his hair and clutching him closer when he bent his head and began to nibble and kiss the exposed flesh. His tongue licked a path to the swollen, quivering peaks, driving Maggie a little crazy. She reached down to the belt buckle on his jeans, impatient with her own burning hunger. She wanted him. Now. “Mathew…” Her husky plea demanded everything. “Please…love me,” she begged.

His answer was an animal growl, his actions backing it up. Burying his hands once again in the soft flesh of her buttocks, he jerked her up against his hardness and held her there. Letting her feel his need, grinding himself against her. His nostrils flared with a sharp breath when she began moving her hips in response.

The breath rushed from his body in uncontrolled spurts. “Keep this up and I’ll come just like this…”

“I want you inside me when you come…” she insisted feverishly, trembling wildly against him. She kissed his neck and shoulder, running her tongue down his naked chest while her nails raked the bunched muscles of his back. She could feel something smooth and warm at the center of her womanhood, turning her bones to mush. Making her legs buckle.

She was primed for love and wished fiercely there weren’t any clothes between them. Maggie didn’t care if Matt lowered her to the floor and made love to her. She wanted him too much, and she thought she was getting her unasked for wish when all at once he lifted her into his strong arms.

Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his hips, not questioning where he was taking her. Not caring. She continued to caress his flesh with her hands and lips, seductively rubbing her naked breasts against him and purring like a contented kitten. While Matt moved through the kitchen he nibbled and suckled at the skin below her ear before traveling over the flesh of her neck.

“I’ll never make it upstairs to any bed,” Matt rasped, making it to the dining room table. He cleared it with a single sweep of his long arm, sending the doily and an empty wooden bowl to the floor.

Maggie didn’t have time to protest when he lowered her to the smooth dark surface, pulling her fanny to the very edge of it. The violent hunger in him matched hers, and protesting didn’t enter her mind when Matt moved her skirt aside and pulled her bikini panties from her before parting her legs in one fluid motion. Nor did she have time to feel vulnerable, exposed or embarrassed when he stared down at her nudity for a breathless moment before pressing forward.

He groaned deeply. Her arms reached for him, but he refused to give in to her silent demand. Even though it wasn’t the first time he’d seen her naked, how was he to know an unexpected shyness filled her, lying on her back partially exposed before his eyes?

For some reason, he wanted to prolong the final moment of possession. He gazed down at Maggie, his passion-glazed eyes staking a claim to everything they touched, before he kissed her hungrily. Maggie welcomed his hard kiss, welcomed the roughness of his touch as he finished unbuttoning her dress before pulling it down off her shoulders, tearing it in his haste to have her totally naked beneath him.

His fingers clenched into the soft flesh of her buttocks, kneading the flesh that filled his hands while grinding the shaft of his arousal against the folds of her femininity, teasingly at the gates.

Their moans of animal frustration and mutual satisfaction filled the silence about them. Her nails raked down his muscular back as she began to slip from reality into a world where nothing but the pleasure-filled moment mattered. She arched her body wildly into his but it wasn’t enough.

He surprised her by pulling away.

Originally published at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Busy Weekend & FREE Read!

My company from Maine is gone so I plan to finish a manuscript since I didn't write a single word all week. Today, though, I'll have the grandkids as their parents need a date night, and tomorrow I'm going to see, No Good Deed. Now that looks like a good movie! At least I don't have much left to write before my favorite words, the end, arrive:)

Oh, before I forget, Free just until Monday you can pick up a copy of Party Time, book #4 in my Serve and Submit Series. Smashwords only!

RJ is a Marine, home on leave. Georgia is the woman he gave up before his last deployment. They run into each other at a party and soon realize they still have feelings for one another. As they take up where they left off they have little time to decide, can they say goodbye for good this time, or accept that they belong together?

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Night Terrors

My little grandson Mason has night terrors. He'll be four in December. If you've never seen a child during an episode I'm telling you that it's frightening, and scary as hell. My grandkids often crawl into bed with me at sometime during the night. The first time Mason had a night terror I tried and failed to wake him, comfort him during the event. It only made him more frightened and violent. In doing research I realize now that you should just leave the child alone and they will come out of it by themselves.

Last night Mason had a terrible night terror that lasted about  five minutes. During that time he was crying out, Memaw, Memaw, which is what he calls me. That's the first time he's called for me as it's usually mommy and daddy. He thrashed around and cried out saying several times no, no, and I don't want to. I had to cover my ears because I just couldn't stand lying there and not comforting him. I wanted to cry.

The articles I've read says children usually outgrow night terrors and that they usually occur between four and twelve. Mason has been having them for at least a year already. It's so hard, and heart-breaking hearing him go through an episode.

I pray he outgrows them soon! He's such a sweet kid and he's always happy. Always smiling.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Another Wild Marauders MC TEASER!

WARNING, explicit language. This is from Lynch's point of view - unedited excerpt. I should have a release date soon.

I was sitting at a table close to the bar with Lenny, Wizard and Yank, discussing their run the night before, and trying to keep Kat, and her sexy fuckin' curves out of my mind. I should have fucked her instead of walking away, Christ, my cock was still hard, but I'd wanted to show her that she wasn't going to control me by giving me her body. I did things my way, and in my own good time. I might want her like fuck but I was just strong enough, and mean enough, to deny myself.

Yeah, I was a real bastard.

Yank, my treasurer, had just confirmed the payoff we'd received was the full ten grand as promised. I had a strict rule that once the goods were delivered and we were handed the payoff that we got the fuck out of there, not counting the money until we were back at the compound. Never could tell if the cops or feds had been tipped off and were on their way to the area, or already waiting to make the jump on us. Usually when that happened they didn’t make their presence known until the deal was done. Besides, I knew if the money came up short, we would get it one way or another, later.

“Good payoff for a short haul,” Yank said, leaning back in his chair.

“The best kind,” Wizard agreed, reaching for his beer.

“The next run won’t be as close, or as easy.” I downed my beer and held up the empty glass. Almost immediately one of the club's sweet butts, a tired looking brunette with too much makeup on and not enough clothes hurried over with a replacement. I ignored her blatant attempt to catch my interest. “What’s the total in the safe?”

Yank didn’t hesitate. “Forty-seven grand.”

I nodded, satisfied. “Make sure our affiliates in town get their cut, pay the brothers, and give Poker’s widow a couple grand.” I didn’t need to ask Yank what would be left. I knew right down to the last penny, and I trusted Yank with the clubs money.

“Poker was a loyal brother.” A moment of silence followed Lenny’s comment as each remembered the fallen brother in their own way. “To Poker,” he followed up, raising his drink. The rest of us did the same.

A shrill whistle echoed through the bar, followed by several unintelligible remarks that were meant as a compliment for the recipient in a crude biker’s way. I watched Tank’s eyes grow round, Ripper’s jaw drop, his beer paused in mid-air on the way up to his bearded mouth, and Fat Boy slap his beefy hand over his heart, before I turned to see what the fuckin' fuss was about. I released a hiss, my gaze falling on where Kat was standing in the entrance way to the room, no doubt looking for me.

My dick stood to attention, remembering what it felt like being squeezed by her tight cunt. The clothes I’d picked up for her outlined her lush curves, revealing that she was a delicious handful. Most of her shapely legs were bare, as was her midriff and one shoulder where the top had slipped down. I grinned, noticing she’d used the lip gloss I’d provided. It had been a last minute purchase and my cock jerked at the thought of having those full shiny lips close over it. I wondered if she knew how fucking sexy she was. Her gaze finally landed on me and she began to make her way in our direction, ignoring the crude remarks and looks of the other men.

“Where do you want me?” She was looking down at me. Her innocent question drew loud laughs from my surrounding brothers.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

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When a ruthless gem smuggler mistakes Sarah for her best friend Susan, she's kidnapped and stashed on an island. Her only hope of rescue is Susan's cousin Clint--a man whose my-way-or-else attitude is as infuriating as his muscular body is distracting.

Clint, ex-Navy SEAL turned mercenary, desperately needs a vacation. Rescuing a kidnapped woman from an island paradise isn't what he had in mind. And when he encounters Sarah's sassy mouth and tempting ways, he soon realizes he's the one in trouble. Clint and Sarah elude her captors, but there's no escaping the attraction sizzling between them. With danger pursuing them, they have to learn to work together. But can an opinionated florist and a rugged mercenary ever find common ground?

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Grabbing his duffel bag, Clint sprinted in the direction of the trees, leaving Sarah to follow. She’d learn soon enough that he wasn’t going to wait for her. They’d almost reached the safety of the trees when the first shot rang out. It whizzed past them ricocheting off a nearby tree, splintering the bark over their heads. He glanced back, swearing. Just as he’d expected, Sarah had come to a halt and was looking around as though wondering what had just happened.

“Keep moving!” he commanded, grabbing her arm. He gave her a violent shove in front of him where he could keep his eyes on her, and ducked when another bullet whizzed past. Soon after, a volley of gunfire erupted, forcing Clint to push her to the ground before they shot her head off.

She screamed when he careened into her and, in seconds, they were slipping on the muddy earth. Keeping his hands on her hips, he forced her to crawl behind a large tree. As they came to rest against it, flying bark sprayed the area around them.

“We have to keep moving!” Sarah cried above the sound of gunfire. “They’re coming!” She tried to struggle to her feet, but Clint easily held her down.

“No!” he said against her ear. “They’re still back at the house. They’re shooting wild, hoping to scare us out in the open. We still have a good head start,” he finished in a calm tone.

“You sound like you’re used to this,” she commented, trembling beneath his weight. She cried out again when another bullet hit the ground in front of them.

Clint forced her head down, lying protectively over her, all the while knowing that if a bullet went through him, it would probably go through her too. “Pray, angel.”

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Monday, September 1, 2014

Author Amanda Meuwissen

I’m a Writer Because I Want to Change Lives

I’m the youngest of five children and my closest in age sister is six years older, so I had a lot of time as a child as just me, and a lot of time alone with my parents once I was a teenager. I could basically be considered both a youngest child and an only child, and my personality reflects that.

I also moved out into the country away from any nearby kids my age when I was only five years old, so I spent a lot of time playing alone. This, I feel, really fueled my imagination, because I was always outside in the trees fighting dragons, or deep in my toys thinking up fantastical tales. That was my entertainment.

That and TV, movies, and video games, which I devoured liberally all my childhood and which helped me develop an instant love of all forms of storytelling. It was inevitable that I would want to create my own stories. I wrote from an early age, though for years it didn’t occur to me to pursue being a writer. I wrote for me, and eventually for those few early fans of my fanfiction.

Finally, Junior year of high school when I was trying to decide where to attend college and what I wanted to major in, I realized that my two greatest loves were writing and acting. What finally made the choice between the two for me was a comment on one of my fanfics at the time.

There was a fanfic by another author that I had adored, dealing with depression and eventual suicide. I contacted her to say how much I loved it but that I really wished the character could have lived, that they could have found some hope. She agreed, but hadn’t been able to write it herself in a way that worked. She handed it over to me to create an alternate ending where the character was able to find some peace, at least enough to strive forward.

I received an anonymous review from someone who said that what I wrote really touched them, during a time when they were truly depressed and considering suicide themselves, and that it had made them stop and reevaluate why they needed to keep going. I was so dumbstruck, so touched that something I wrote could do that for someone that I knew I could never do anything else.

I strive with every piece of writing to maybe, just maybe, reach someone again as I did then. That mere possibility that we could change someone’s life for the better is all the reason anyone needs to take up the pen.

The Incubus Saga
by Amanda Meuwissen



INCUBUS: Nathan only ever wanted a normal life, but for him, life, family, and love are anything but normal.

On the other side of the Veil, dark and light fae exist outside the knowledge of most humans. Nathan Grier was born human, but his twin brother Jim is a changeling. On the run since they were children, time for both of them is running out. Turning to fae hunter Sasha Kelly for help, Nathan must soon face his growing feelings for the other man while trying to save himself and his brother from a fate worse than death.

CHANGELING: Nathan Grier’s dark fae bounty looms overhead. As he faces the very real threat of becoming a slave to the bounty’s owner, his brother Jim uses his changeling abilities more and more trying to save him. Every changeling throughout history turns evil once their powers manifest, meaning time may be running out for both of them as Jim nears True Awakening.

Fae hunter and incubus, Sasha Kelly, is prophesized to save Nathan, but while Nathan has embraced his feelings for the other man, he fears their time together will be cut short—either from his impending fate…or Jim’s.



Incubus Excerpt

Nathan Grier hit the ground hard on his hands and knees, gasping for breath. Traveling through the Veil with Jim had always been so effortless. Nathan had forgotten how much his brother’s presence protected him. Without Jim, even a brief trip just hurt everywhere.

Pushing up from the ground and sitting back on his heels, Nathan gulped down air to steady his pulse. He looked around quickly, taking in the dark landscape. It was still night but there was light steadily growing on the horizon.

He did not have much time.

Nathan struggled to his feet and took a few pained steps forward to the edge of the cliff. Below was St. Brides Bay, empty of divers and kayaks at this early hour. Normally, Nathan would be able to clearly see the lush green hills, steep drop-offs, and spattering of flowers that had not yet died with the growing autumn cold, but for now the world was covered in darkness.

He pulled his jacket more tightly around him, swallowing hard as he peered down the long expanse to the beach below. The wind was whipping harshly through his short black hair as if it desired nothing more than to see him blown right over the edge.

Turning back to the Veil doorway he had come from, Nathan saw that it was no longer visible, though he knew it was still there. He had crossed the ocean in search of a Power Point strong enough to summon a Messenger. The doorway was where the Messenger would appear.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Amanda Meuwissen is the author of The Incubus Saga and the novelette The Collector. She has a Bachelor of Arts in a personally designed major from St. Olaf College in Creative Writing, and has been writing and posting online for many years, including maintaining the blog for the customer engagement company Outsell. She spent a summer writing screenplay script coverages for a company in L.A., and is an avid writer and consumer of fiction through film, prose, and video games.

Amanda also serves as COO and Managing Editor for BigWorldNetwork.com. She oversees editing and series selection, as well as being involved in marketing and promotion, and is featured as a narrator for several BWN series.

Amanda lives in Minneapolis, MN, with her husband, John, and their cats, Helga and Sasha (no connection to the incubus of the same name).

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Labor Day

Labor is the burden of our being,
A weight that weds us firmly to the earth,
Blessed servitude that serves a common meaning
On which each may erect a sense of worth.
Remember, then, the beauty of a calling
Demanding both integrity and skill:
A dancer in the drifts of early morning,
Yet traveling towards sunset through sheer will.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Excerpt of Wild Marauders MC

Almost done with this story friends. This unedited excerpt is from Lynch's point of view -

I took Kat to my office and continued through the room to where my bedroom was located. Pulling her inside the room, I slammed the door shut and released her. She turned to face me, slamming her hands on her hips. Sweet fuck! Her nipples were practically poking through the silk covering them and putting her hands on her hips only stretched the material tighter. But what really got to me was the arousal on her flushed face. I was glad to see that I wasn’t the only one confused over the fucking lust hammering at us.

I looked her up and down, crossing my arms over my chest. “Take it off.”

Her jaw dropped and her eyes grew round. “What?”

“Take it off. It doesn’t belong to you.” I glared pointedly at her top. She was going to have to learn to stop taking things without asking first. As far as I was concerned, this was a fucking lesson.

“Where’s my shirt?” she asked, looking around the room.

“Your shirt belongs to the club now. You belong to me. Now take it off.”

"I'm not a fucking piece of property!" she frowned. "I don't belong to anyone."

I could see the stubbornness in the tilt of her chin. For a moment we stared each other down. Jesus she was a pain in the ass. I had half a mind to give her to Chicken to take care of.

"You're crazy if you think I'm going to strip for you!" she hissed. "You're a pig!"

I narrowed my gaze at her insult, raising an eyebrow. "Is that the best you can do?" I don't know why I was putting up with her shit. The whole situation with her was turning into one big fuck-up.

With a huff she swung around and proceeded to pull the top out of the waistband of her jeans.

“No, baby.” She turned her head enough to look over her shoulder at me. “I want to see those tits.”

She turned back to me.If looks could kill I’d be dead but I didn’t let it bother me. My gut told me that she was fighting against something between us, too. Once the top was free of her pants she reached for the hem and brought it up and over her head. She threw the garment at me, her large tits bouncing with her movement. By the time I caught it and glanced back she’d crossed her arms over my favorite parts. With a snarl I tossed the top aside and went to her.

"Don't touch me!" she said, backing up with nowhere to go. A gasp escaped her when I backed her up against the wall.

“I told you I want to see your tits, and that includes your nipples.” I grabbed her wrists and jerked her arms apart, my gaze zeroing in on her magnificent, big nippled tits. Shit, I knew they were the real deal. I reached forward and covered them, squeezing the heavy mounds until she reacted.

The breath hissed from Kat and I knew I had to have a lick.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Look What's Available for Pre-order!

You can pre-order Out of Control at Amazon, Smashwords or All Romance Ebooks right now friends!
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Logan Knight is recuperating from a fire that killed his two best friends. Libby Turner is on a mission to keep her beloved grandmother out of an assisted living facility. From the moment the two meet, sparks fly and they can't keep their hands off each other. Can they stick to their plan of keeping their relationship strictly sexual or do they give in to the love that claims their hearts?

***Previously released as It's All in the Jeans at Whiskey Creek Press under the author's real name.***