SCP BLOG HOP!
So what to blog about? Hmm.
Even as authors we struggle for things to talk about on blogs that don't sound stupid or the same thing everyone else talks about, our books. We can talk about those all day long, but I'm sure you'd like something a little different.
How about the inspiration behind out characters? Where do we get our ideas? I've heard that question more times than I care to admit to I'll spill my secrets.
I'm always looking for inspiration for my characters. I love pictures of cowboys, especially without a shirt. I do like my guys in Wranglers, but Levi's will do too. I like guys in cowboy hats, boots, and jeans. Sorry, that's just me, but I get inspiration from a lot of different places. Watching people at the grocery store, at the airport or a couple walking past. Maybe two people who only connect with their gaze while they are standing in line somewhere. It can be anything, anyone, anywhere as an idea begins to form.
What happens if I don't have an idea? That happens too. I'm currently struggling with an idea for a cowboy Christmas romance. I'm writing a short story for a romance in an anthology along with some very talented ladies including Becky McGraw, Sable Hunter, and Desiree Holt. Do have an idea of what I'm going to write? Not a frickin' clue! I must brainstorm this weekend on a story line that hasn't been done to death.
I'm also being called to the new Jayne Rylon/Mari Carr book called Hope Springs. It's sitting on my Kindle as we speak, calling my name. I love the Compass Brothers/Compass Girls series and it's killing me not to read it. Maybe if I write ten thousand words tomorrow on this new story, I'll reward myself with the book. :-)
So what do we do when we don't have an idea on a story? We punt!
As for now, here is the blurb and a teaser for my new book, Healing a Cowboy's Heart. I'll give away a free pdf to three lucky commenters on this blog of Make Mine a Cowboy which is the first in this series, so be sure to leave a comment to win.
Be sure to check out the other hoppers at www.secretcravingspublishing.blogspot.com
Here is the cover and stuff! Enjoy!
http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=680
Blurb
Jeffery Young is tired of women and their games. His son’s mother did enough damage to his heart to last a lifetime. Now, he had to deal with the architect helping the land developers tear up the local ranches for their houses. Not on his watch.
Terri Kennedy had her own plans. As the architect for a large land development in Bandera Texas, the deal would put her business on the map, but dealing with the stubborn, bullheaded male from the local ranch didn’t come with her job description. Maybe staying on their guest ranch would give her some clues as how to handle Mr. Stubborn Jackass.
Will the secrets she’s harboring keep him from getting close?
Can he learn to trust women again or should be play the game to find out what’s she’s up to?
Excerpts - Rated Adult
Story Excerpt
Jeff hopped out of the truck, slamming the door behind him. “Who the hell are you? What are you doin’ on Thunder Ridge land?”
A petite blonde stood next to a larger guy he recognized from the land surveyors office in town. He noticed right away how her hair caught the sunlight, bouncing it off the curls when she turned to face him. Green eyes the color of spring grass gazed at him behind the small round glasses perched on her nose.
“Excuse me?”
“What are you doin’ on my land?”
“Surveying. What does it look like?”
The woman sounded way too damned perky for his taste. “Who are you?” He turned to face the man from town. “George, what’s goin’ on here?”
“We’re doin’ a land survey, Jeff.” George motioned to the woman next to him. “This here is Terri Kennedy.”
“Nice to meet you.” She held out her hand, but he ignored it with a scowl.
“No one ordered a survey of our land. You don’t need to be on our property.”
“It’s not for Thunder Ridge. It’s for the new development.” George looked uncomfortable as he shifted back and forth on his feet.
“Get the hell off my property,” Jeff snarled. “We ain’t supportin’ the developers takin’ over the ranch land out here.”
“We have a right to use this road to survey the property boundaries. It’s a county road.”
“Not as long as you’re off the blacktop, it ain’t. It’s Young property.”
“Is he correct, Mr. Scott? Is this private property beyond the blacktop?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Well then, we shall move to the blacktop area.” She stomped her booted feet as she moved twenty feet up the road. Her curvy little ass bounced with each step, emphasizing the cute roundness much to his chagrin. “Now, we can continue where we left off. I’m sure you can make the adjustments to the measurements.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The little smirk on her kissable lips drove his anger higher. He didn’t want to notice anything about the woman, but here he stood watching everything about her. “Fuck.”
“Did you say something?”
“No, ma’am. Get your business done and get off this road.”
“You know you don’t have to be so surly. I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m here as the architect for Meyer, Jessup and Cole.”
Jeff moved closer. Something about her pissed him off. Was it the development or her in general? He didn’t care. She needed to leave and leave fast. “Whoever they are.”
“They are the firm handling the land development in this area.”
“We don’t want a damn development here. We have plenty of problems with not enough open land for the wildlife around here. Having houses will take away the natural habitat.”
“I’m sorry, sir, but there isn’t anything I can do about it. I’m only here to make sure the surrounding property the developers bought will be able to handle the architecture they are planning to build.”
“Just get done and get out of here. If you ain’t gone before I get back, I’ll have you arrested for trespassin’.”
“Try it, buddy! We aren’t on your property now.”
“You were lady,” he growled, spinning on his booted heel and heading back to his truck. “Damn infuriatin’ woman. Who the hell does she think she is? This is our property. She doesn’t belong out here in her fancy shit-kickers, her designer jeans or her fancy western shirt. Like her outfit would make her fit in. Ha!”
Adult Excerpt
His cock hard between their straining bodies kicked up her desire to raging. She could feel every inch of him against her stomach. Water clung to his lashes, making them looked like diamonds in the sunlight. The man was beautiful.
Silence stretched between them. She wasn’t sure what to do. She wanted to feel his mouth against her again, feel the heat raging between them. “Kiss me.”
“I shouldn’t.”
“But you want to.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Then do it.” She sucked in a ragged breath, blowing it out on a sigh. “Afraid?”
He dragged her closer still. “I’m not afraid of you.”
The hard plains of his chest brushed against her peaked nipples. Her whole body ached from wanting to be closer, needing to be closer. “You’re afraid of what you want to do to me. You think because we’re supposed to be enemies, you shouldn’t want to fuck me.”
“I don’t want to fuck you.”
She tossed back her hair and laughed. “Have you got a salami in your pocket then?”
“Fine,” he growled. “I want to fuck you until the sun drops in the western sky. I want to bury myself in your sweet heat and let you scald me until this need for you burns out like a blue flame.”
“Then do it cowboy. Right here, right now.”
He picked her up by the waist and she wrapped her legs around his middle. She wanted this, needed this more than her next breath. Ever since she’d first run into this tortured, lonely man, she’d wanted to hold him, comfort him and fuck him into tomorrow.
The fine gravel lining the edges of the pond bit into her back when he laid her down. His fingers made quick work of the front of her shirt, parting it to reveal her water soaked bra to his gaze. “Beautiful.”
He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking it through the sheer fabric of her bra. Her whole body hummed as he bit the flesh. “Ah, God.” Within seconds, he had her bra open and her breasts revealed to his scorching gaze.
The warmth of the sun quickly dried the water on her skin as he peeled open her jeans. The wet fabric clung to her, making it difficult for him to work his hand into the parted material. A brush of his fingers over her throbbing nub shot her straight into mega arousal. “Please, Jeff.”
“You’re so slick.”
“I want you inside me.” He worked his fingers into her grasping pussy while his thumb worked her clit.
“I want you to come for me.”
“Now? But…”
“You can do it. I feel your body vibrating around my fingers.”
He stroked her clit quickly. Her body shot straight through the buildup to orgasm in seconds flat. Her scream of his name bounced off the rocks around them, drifting off on the wind as she slowly came back down, blinking in surprise at the intensity of her orgasm.
“You’re beautiful when you come.”
