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As a continuation of our love-fest week, today's event is romantic scenes from our books!!

Check out this scorching scene between Mia and Ryan/Oliver! :)

***Warning The following scene is suitable only for those 18 and over***

Mia searched her brain. What hot guy would be asking for her? She walked out to the store, all body functions ceasing operation as she locked eyes with Ryan. No breathing. No heartbeat. How was she managing to stay upright?

“What are you doing here?”

“I needed to talk to you. I didn’t like how we left things last night.”

“I told you I’d let you know about the job soon.”

He stepped closer to her. “I couldn’t wait. I can’t stop thinking about you…the job. I really want the…um…job.”

Mia noticed Bryn, completely gawking at them, all giddy. “Um, let’s go talk in my office.”

She led him to the tiny room, barely big enough for a desk and a couple chairs, and closed the door.

“I think you’re great and you seem like a good fit for the job—”

Ryan curled his hand around her waist and yanked her body to his, the force knocking her breath from her body. And before she could regain it, he’d covered her mouth with his.

Mia inhaled as she turned her head to allow a deeper kiss, melting into him, her arms having a mind of their own as they wound around his neck. Was this really happening? The ridiculously amazing guy she couldn’t get out of her head was there, kissing her, and not because it was part of an interview.

Pulling his lips away, he moved them to her neck and the sensitive spot just under her earlobe, making it even harder to speak.

“We have to stop. We can’t do this. I might be your boss soon.” That was the easiest and quickest explanation for why she had to stop this rendezvous.

“I don’t care,” he said and continued exploring her body.

Her brain told her to pull away, to stop, but with Ryan caressing her body, all intelligence and sanity had disappeared. All the reasons why she had given up on men had drifted away.

Mia put her hands to Ryan’s jaw, sexy stubble pricking her palms, and pulled his lips back to hers. His body pushed hers to the wall, his erection—all seven and a half glorious inches—crashed into her stomach.

There were far too many layers of fabric between Mia and that fabulous piece of manhood.

She tugged at his expensive leather belt, fidgeting with it as he took the hint and pulled open her dress shirt. Did some buttons just go flying like a soap opera sex scene? She didn’t even care. All she cared about was his soft lips and moist tongue devouring her pert nipples.

Pushing his pants and boxers down just enough to release him, she grabbed hold. Damn, it felt so nice in her hand.

“I want you,” he murmured against her breast and looked up, his body pulsing from labored breaths. “Now.”

Had she ever seen a man so hungry in her life? There’d be no denying him. Ever.

Mia slammed her mouth into his. “I want you too,” she said against his lips.

That must have been all he needed. Lips still firmly attached, it took mere seconds for him to drop her trousers and panties to the floor. Mia shook out of her ballet flats as he grabbed her ass and lifted her up, pressing her to the wall as he pushed himself into her.

Mia moaned out as the entire length of Ryan filled her, and covered her mouth with her hand. They both giggled.

“Should I stop?” he asked, breath rugged.

Mia wound her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Fuck no.”

Where’d that come from? She was supposed to be the classy one.

The chair,” Mia said, needing to take a little bit of the control.

Ryan moved one hand from her behind to support her back as he moved to the chair, nearly tripping into it. “Damn pants,” he said and laughed.

Mia laughed too, but only for a moment. She pressed her lips back on his and rocked her pelvis, faster and faster. She was close. He was too. She remembered how his body had tensed just before orgasm. Everything about him in that moment was lean and hard and…hot. A hand nearly burned her skin as it massaged her breast.

Ryan moved his hands around her, holding tight, as his fingertips pressed into her back and ass, a concealed moan against her lips. And it took her over the edge.

Sweaty and drained, Mia rested her forehead on Ryan’s shoulder as her breathing returned to normal.

“So, about that job…”

Mia burst out laughing. “Yeah, I think it’s safe to say I enjoy your penis.”

Ryan rubbed his hands up and down her back and she thought she might fall asleep right there. Was that what it was like to peacefully drift away after making love to someone? Not that what they’d done had been “making love.”

But she had to move. She had things to do before she left the shop. And some errands to run after that, before her fifth and final interview that  night. She needed to remind herself this was all for a risky business venture that rested in her hands. Or was it her vagina? Either way, she had one more penis to test and she was beginning to think she would not be able to do it objectively with Ryan so fresh in her mind. This had been a bad idea on so many levels.

Mia sat up and re-hooked her bra. “I have to go.”

He leaned to her, forehead to forehead. “This wasn’t just about a job.”

She hesitantly met his gaze. If this moment was actually happening, it had to be a ploy. He clearly didn’t need a piddly modeling gig when he obviously already made big bucks. “I have to go. I have another interview tonight and I have things to do before.”

Ryan’s head fell back. “Please don’t go.”

“I have to,” she said and detached herself from him. Damn, he was sexy sitting there on her office chair, dress shirt unbuttoned, strong thighs on display. And of course, his other powerful body part still half erect. He really was a work of art. She tried closing her shirt, but she’d lost most of its buttons.

“I’m sorry about your shirt.”

Damn, that smile was sexy. He could destroy every shirt she owned if it garnered a grin like that.

“It’s fine,” she said and pulled a spare Classy sweatshirt from her desk drawer. She pulled it over her head and stepped back into her pants. Ryan finally stood and pulled his up too. The typical post-coital redress.

“Please call me as soon as you make a decision.” He moved to her and placed a simple kiss on her lips. “Or just call me…for any reason at all.”

“You better get yourself together and go.” She stepped behind her desk and sat down, pulling out a random file so she’d look busy.

“Goodbye,” he said and opened the door.

Mia could feel his gaze burning into her. Don’t look up. “Bye.”

After what felt like a year, Ryan left and closed the door behind him. Mia slumped in her chair and could finally breathe. Why had she let him ravish her?

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Six Sentence Sunday!!!!

I remembered!! (Thanks to my alarm on my cell phone AND my computer already being on.)

Here goes...from my book I just finished! No name yet, but it's done!! I am currently in the editing phase!! I LOVE this paragraph!! LOL!

Enjoy!

This was why she was still single. Men were assholes. Pigs. Scum that lived on the assholes of pigs. But it was her own fault this had happened. She should have known. 

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Some Karma for Six Sentence Sunday!

Tomorrow is the release day for Karma Kameleon the sequel to A Bitch Named Karma, and my second full-length published novel! So in honor, I will post the first 6 sentences from Karma Kameleon!

Enjoy!

“Rich, I’m pregnant.”

The last time I’d said those exact words to him, it had led to our breakup and my entrance
to a dark and dreary pit of misery. This time, instead of a dumbfounded, confused expression, a
huge grin formed on Rich’s face and he kissed me. We laughed and he told me how happy he
was and how much he loved me.

“This is perfect.” He lay next to me on our bed and combed his hand through my hair.

And if you want to join the party, stop back tomorrow for all kinds of fun and prizes!! I'll be partying all day on my blog, Facebook author page and Twitter!

Way too fun to pass on this blogfest!!!

This blogfest sounded way too fun to pass up!! HUGE Thanks to Brenda Drake for hosting!!

So here's the deal. I need to post the first 250 words of my manuscript and you all have to guess how old my main character is! It's all based on the voice of my character!! :)

So here it is!

Only once in her life had Bobi Jordan felt pretty, sexy, and desirable, and it was nearly ten years ago. But that had all changed.

Pulling open her cardigan, she showed off her latest purchase.

“You’re right. Those are some of the nicest boobs I’ve ever seen in my life.” Her sister, Marcy, couldn’t have been more monotone if she’d tried.

            “See. I told you. Now you gotta touch them.”

            “Oh no! I agreed to look at them. I draw the line at feeling you up.”

            Bobi smiled, shaking her head at her prude of a sister, and caught a glimpse of her reflection in the full length mirror, brand new 34 DD’s on display. Would she ever tire of looking at them? And they were so damn perky she didn’t even need a bra. Never again would she be made fun of for having the smallest boobs in history.

            “I personally think they’re too big,” said Kim.

            “Oh, you’re just jealous.” Finally Bobi had something her lifelong friend could be jealous of. “Besides, my doctor said these are the most popular size for implants.”

“Yeah, if you’re a Dolly Parton impersonator.”

Bobi recalled the day she’d gone for her consultation. She’d been working for Dr. Michael Gellerman, plastic surgeon, for almost four months. He’d approached her and mentioned the great discount he gives his employees.

“My staff is my greatest advertisement,” he’d said and winked at her. “All the girls have breast implants. You should think about it.”

So there it is! Leave me a comment and let me know how old you think Bobi is! I'm interested in hearing the replies!

High Drama Blogfest today!!!!!!!!!

I love love love blogfests!!!!! Maybe someday I will actually organize my own!!

Today I am participating in this fun one from DL at Cruising Altitude. This one's all about drama!!! And as a women's fiction/contemporary romance writer...drama is not hard to come by!!

Today I chose a scene from my recently released novel, A Bitch Named Karma. Also available on Amazon.

Enjoy!

My hands felt clammy and trembled even more. “Rich, I'm pregnant.”

He stared at me, eyes wide open, mouth trying to form words.

“Oh, wow,” he finally got out. “That was not what I was expecting at all.”

“I know. I was just as shocked myself.”

“When? How? We were careful every time.”

My tears started to fall again. This was going to crush him. “The baby isn't yours. I got pregnant before we even met. I swear I never knew.”

He said nothing as I burst into tears. He held me tight and I cried as hard as I had seventeen years ago. It had been that long since I'd felt such despair or let myself feel any real sadness.

I calmed down and waited for the question I knew he would ask next.

“Have you told Zak yet?”

“It's not Zak's either.”

“Then who?”

“Marcus.”

“The one night thing?” Rich asked and I nodded my head. “Does he know?”

I nodded again. “At first I wasn't even sure if I was going through with the pregnancy or not. But I decided to keep the baby and Marcus and I are going to raise it together.”

Rich sat quiet and expressionless. It worried me.

“So badly I wanted this baby to be yours. You have to know that.” I brought his hand to my lips, kissing his palm. “I love you, and I need you in my life and the baby's life. Please tell me there's hope for us.”

“I don‟t know,” he said, then stood up. “I just don't know.”

He walked out of the room leaving me to wonder where he was going and what he'd be doing. Would he come back? Would he stand by me? Did he really love me like he said he did?

I lay on the bed a crying mess, preparing myself for a life without Rich. Visions flashed through my head, a montage set to sappy music. It showcased the things he and I did together as a couple, things I now imagined doing alone or not at all. Would I ever walk through the park and not envision the two of us having a picnic and making out like teenagers? Whenever I passed the Empire State Building, I'd always think of the time he sang quietly in my ear as we slow danced on the outside promenade of the eighty-sixth floor. Playing gin rummy at three AM, fighting for the last spoonful of mint chocolate chip ice cream, watching reruns of seventies sitcoms. These were the simple silly pleasures that Rich introduced me to, the things that made up our life together.

My mind wanted to think positively. He'd just declared his love for me. That had to count for something, right? Maybe he could accept this and we'd live happily ever after.

It was past midnight when I woke to the door opening. I must have cried myself right to sleep. Rich sat down next to me on the bed, the smell of liquor and smoke radiating from his clothing. His face stayed emotionless.

“I can't do this. I'm sorry.”

“I thought you loved me?”

“I do but I can't deal with all this...stuff.”

“Stuff? As in, the kid that's growing inside of me?”

“Um, well, yeah.”

“I thought you were different. I thought you wanted to be with me and support me through anything.”

“It's not even my kid!”

“It's not about that. It's about us and you being a man and being here for me!”

“What do you want from me?”

I looked at him and as much as I did love him, I knew he didn't love me unconditionally and that's what I needed.

“Nothing.”

Lack of time...so I'm posting a scene for you!

So sorry...blogging time has been cut down to nothing this week...so much to do...so little time...story of our lives, right?

I will get to drawing the winners for my Chicken Soup for the Soul giveaway...I promise I will! :)

In the meantime, here is a scene from one of my WIPs. It's the opening chapter to something I've titled The Greener Grass.

I'd love some feedback...are you interested in reading more??? Does this opening grab you and make you wonder what happened???



“You can’t marry him, Mia.”

“I can and I will,” she replied and peered into the antique mirror above the vanity in the dressing room of the small chapel. She adjusted her necklace then smoothed a simple ivory satin dress. Mia looked to the clock, fifteen minutes till ceremony time. She then reached for her bouquet, an elegant arrangement of miniature calla lilies.

“He doesn’t love you like I do.” Josh took the flowers and placed them back on the vanity. He brought both her hands to his lips while his sad eyes pleaded with her.

“He’ll never treat you like I did.”

Mia didn’t know what else to say to him. They’d been on this merry-go-round for months. She’d explained her feelings to him over and over again.

“I love him. I’m sorry. We were meant to be together. Why do you keep making me say things that hurt you?”

“He’s an asshole! You’re meant to be with me!”

She sighed and pulled away from him then walked to the mirror and checked the stability of her simple up-do. This was a second wedding for her and her groom, no veil, no poufy gown—just the two of them and about fifty of their closest family members and friends.

“Please don’t do this.”

Mia looked into Josh’s teary eyes once again. He stood there in sneakers and faded jeans. A wrinkled button-down shirt pulled slightly in his mid-section and his dark hair showed bits of gray on the sides. “I think you need to leave now.”

“Daddy!” they heard from behind and Olivia rushed into her father’s arms. Her ivory chiffon flower girl’s dress shimmered in the sunlight that shone in through the window.

“Hey, Peanut! You look gorgeous!” Josh hugged his little girl then put her down and twirled her.

“Mommy,” Olivia said and turned to her mother. “Grandma said you need to come out now.”

“Okay. I’ll be right there. Go get your flower basket and get ready!”

She ran off and Mia took one last glance in the mirror. She was ready to walk down the aisle to her new life. Sean was waiting for her. She didn’t want to make him wait any longer than she had to. They’d spent far too much time apart as it was.

She grabbed her bouquet and walked toward the door.

“Mia, please. Think about what you’re doing.”

“I have,” she said then left the room, leaving Josh there alone.

* * *


Mia stood in the vestibule, the doors leading to the church were closed. She could hear the gentle sounds of harp music from inside. It was two minutes to three. She called Olivia over and fixed the bow that was tied in the back of her dress. She fluffed the soft fabric then gave her a gentle kiss on the nose.

Mia nodded to the church attendants and they opened the doors for her. Olivia glided down the aisle tossing the lavender and white rose petals just as they had practiced at home for weeks.

Mia stood in position, waiting for Olivia to finish her grand walk. She could see Sean, a sexy half-smile on his face—the same one she’d fallen head-over-heels in love with so many years ago. Seeing that smile gave her all the courage she needed to take that first step onto the worn hardwood aisle of St. Mary’s Chapel. She remembered the joy and fun of a teen summer and how alive his kisses had made her feel.

Mia took a few more steps as the harpist played a simple Canon in D. It was those same kisses years later that brought Mia out of the depression of just existing. Sean had awoken every cell of her being and she remembered what it was like to soar and fly and have excitement in her life once again.
She knew what she was walking towards when she stepped forward that afternoon. She was stepping into the life she should have had.

* * *


Josh waited ‘til Mia had started her journey down the aisle before he took a seat in the very last pew. She’d told him to leave but he just couldn’t. How could he walk out and let the woman he loved, his wife, marry another man? But Mia wasn’t his wife any more. She’d made her decision regardless of his promises to change. She told him she didn’t believe he could change and it didn’t matter if he did. She didn’t love him anymore.

Josh watched Mia take her place in the front of the chapel, a glow surrounding her. He looked to the people sitting in the pews in front of him, the people he used to call “family”. These same people gathered in a grand cathedral many years ago for a similar reason. Now, there were fewer decorations and this bride’s dress was much plainer than the one she wore the day of her first wedding, but Mia looked just as beautiful, just as excited.

Mia wanted Sean and Josh couldn’t understand why. More than a decade earlier it was Sean’s indifference that pushed Mia into Josh’s arms. Did she forget what he was like back then—a conceited rich boy who did whatever the hell he wanted? But once again Mia was under his spell. She insisted that he’d become a different person, he’d matured. Josh still saw the same asshole, but this time Sean had mesmerized his daughter as well as his wife.

Josh remembered the smug smile Sean often wore when he and Mia dated for the first time, that look of entitlement. Josh sat in the shadows then, invisible to Mia. Until that one day. One day changed everything and Mia saw the man that Josh was, or at least the man he used to be.

Josh blinked back to reality just in time to hear the pastor say “Speak now or forever hold your peace.” In the few seconds of silence that followed, Josh saw the last thirteen years of his life sit waiting to be erased, Mia’s finger hovering over the delete key. He debated on standing and proclaiming his love for her, begging her to come back to him. But he looked to her face. A smile reached from one side to the other and he realized it had been a long, long time since he had given her a reason to smile like that. Her arms were outstretched, hands resting in Sean’s. His face carried an expression Josh had never seen. Was this a sincere smile? Maybe Mia was right; maybe she was where she was supposed to be. It didn’t matter what he wanted. Her happiness was more important. Josh slowly stood and crept from his seat, exiting the church. The day was sunny and warm—the perfect day for a wedding.

Finally back to work...got lots to do!

My laptop had to be rushed to the Computer Hospital AKA hubby's uncle's. We have always gotten our computers from his uncle, who builds them for a living. He is also a fantastic computer surgeon. He had her back to me in only two days, which I appreciated to no end. She is mostly good as new...but I fear she will never be 100% :(

But anyway, I am now working on selecting the excerpt that will be listed on my page on Lyrical Press's website!! And wow is it hard!!! They want a scene toward the beginning of the book...something that makes a reader want to read more, obviously. But I don't want to give away something that is meant to be a surprise!