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Steam The WindowsSandy Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17943828577241346808noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584696577190818682.post-71282632300658621952015-02-28T00:00:00.000-06:002015-02-28T00:00:03.310-06:00Hi all,<br />
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Thanks for coming out to help me celebrate my new release, Falling Hard (Eight Second Ride Book 1)<br />
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Blurb<br />
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Meet two champion bull riders--macho, muscled Marlboro Men, confident, cocksure cowboys--from their struggle for survival in the rodeo arena, and 8 seconds of fame on the back of a 2000 lb bull to their most private encounters behind closed doors where their world is about to explode… <br />
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Levi Bond is a seasoned pro, competing for the World Championship. Bull riding is what gets his adrenaline pumping, his heart racing, and makes him feel like a million bucks. That, and the idea of getting it on with Curt Walsh, one of the up and coming stars of the bull riding circuit. Powerfully attracted, Curt’s confused and unsure which way he wants his life to go. Will Levi still be around, available and interested when the final decision is made? <br />
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Get set for a wild ride in this cowboy romance, sizzling with intense desire, unbridled passion, and unexpected emotion as Levi and Curt, drawn together like mega magnets, battle not only life threatening, white knuckled action in the arena, but cruelty and bias outside it. The prospect of falling in love is as terrifying as staying on the bull without it killing them!<br />
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Excerpts<br />
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Excerpt 1<br />
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Curt watched Levi from the corner of his eye as he tried to keep his focus on the sports program playing on the television. He wondered if his friend was in a lot of pain. He didn’t appear to be, but he knew Levi well enough that, like any other rider, they hid their pain well. If Doc thought they were in too rough of a condition to ride, he made it well known they would be doing it against his advice.<br />
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He drained his beer and signaled for the waitress to bring him another. Tonight he wasn’t in the mood for company of any sort. Thus, the reason he’d blown off the brunette who’d sat down with him. Not that she wasn’t pretty or anything, but tonight he didn’t feel up to entertaining.<br />
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His ride this weekend earned him a little cash. The big winner was Levi. He’d taken home the first prize for the week. If I’m going to make finals, I need to get my shit together and ride.<br />
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He hurt all over. His body telling him he needed a break. With only a few weeks left to qualify, he couldn’t afford to stop. None of the riders could if they wanted to be in the finals. Vegas was coming up fast and furious.<br />
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Man, he wanted to go home for some rest. Texas called to him. The family place called to him. A break sounded wonderful and he knew his parents would like to see him. The finals screamed his name this year though. The ranch could wait. He had a good foreman and friend watching the place for him while he did his thing.<br />
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His heart felt heavy. Someday he wanted a partner, a spouse to run the place with him, but he knew that would be a long time coming. His preference in sexual partners made it difficult to settle down. He didn’t want just one, he had a mind for two.<br />
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Curt didn’t know Levi’s sexual preferences, but he had an idea. They’ve never discussed it like so many men do on the circuit, but he’d also never seen Levi with a woman. Not that he couldn’t be married or something and just didn’t pickup buckle bunnies on a regular basis. Curt was almost sure Levi liked cock, funny thing was, so did he. He liked both actually. Pussy was nice on occasion too. There weren’t too many women who got off seeing two guys together though. Any woman like that would be special, he knew. Oh well, he would know when the time was right if there was to be a woman in the mix. Right now, he wanted a nice tight asshole to plunder.<br />
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His gaze swung to Levi again as his friend leaned against the bar. Levi glanced his way and did the chin tip thing guys do as he raised his beer in salute. Curt waved him over. If nothing else, they could share a beer or two and go their separate ways at the end of the night, never knowing which way things might work should they actually discuss their sexual preferences in detail.<br />
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Levi pushed off the bar and sauntered toward him, his hips doing a slow shift as he walked. The man was built and ready for a ride if Curt knew anything at all. Tall at about six foot, broad in the shoulders and lean in the hips, he had the perfect body for a bull rider. His dark hair hung barely below his ears and his green eyes made Curt think of new sprouts. He wasn’t sure what Levi’s nationality was if anything other than white. His features didn’t support any specific nationality like American Indian, African American or anything besides good old Caucasian.<br />
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Levi was good. He’d been on the circuit quite a few years, longer than Curt had been by just a few though. Curt joined the professional tour about five years past now and Levi had been one of the best even then. This year Levi had a chance at the world finals and so did Curt. They both were hoping for a string of good rides to keep them in the running for the title.<br />
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“What’s up?” Levi ask, coming to a stop next to the table.<br />
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“Not much. You?”<br />
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“Nothing here either.” Levi tipped his chin up. “Did you want me to join you?”<br />
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“Yeah. I figured you looked lonely over there all by yourself. I’m just sitting here chilling until my body unwinds from the adrenaline rush. Drinking a beer. Checking out the pickings in the bar. You know.”<br />
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“Yep.” Levi brought his beer to his lips, taking a couple of long swallows.<br />
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Curt swallowed hard as he watched the other man’s Adams apple bob with each sip. His groin tightened uncomfortably behind the fly of his jeans. Thank God, the table is hiding my hard-on.<br />
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“You did awesome today on the back of that final bull. Great ride.”<br />
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Levi set his beer on the table. “Thanks. You got a good score on yours too.”<br />
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“Not good enough to beat you though.”<br />
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Levi smiled, showing off a gorgeous grin. Curt had the insane urge to bite Levi’s lower lip. The growl rumbling in his chest almost came out between his lips, but he managed to suppress it before he gave himself away. He wasn’t sure he wanted to reveal his attraction to the other man, just yet. He’d have to be careful. Gay action on the circuit could ruin a man’s career if it ever got out. The other guys might be a bit weirded out if they found out one of their riding buddies was gay or bi-sexual as in his case.<br />
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Excerpt 2<br />
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Curt pushed his plate away and leaned back in the seat. Levi got the impression he was totally relaxed in his element. “If I’m totally off base here, let me know, but I get the distinct feeling you are into me.”<br />
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Levi swallowed hard. What the hell is he getting at? “I’m not sure what you mean, Curt.”<br />
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“I mean you want to fuck me.”<br />
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Aw, hell. Levi blew out a breath, hesitating several seconds to gain the nerve to admit his sexual preference to the man across the table after keeping it a secret for so long. “Okay. Yes, I’m gay. I like men. I like you, but I get the feeling you are into women.”<br />
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“I am.”<br />
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“Then no worries. I won’t try anything with you. I’m okay with it.”<br />
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Curt leaned in toward the table. “Easy man. I’m bi.”<br />
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“You’re what?”<br />
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“Bi-sexual. I like both men and women depending on my moods. Today, I like men. Yesterday, I was into the two women in my room, but it ended up being a lady-fest so I watched. I got off on that too.”<br />
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“Wow. All right then.” Shock did a little dance down his spine. Curt did like men. Did he like him enough to want to fuck though? “So what exactly are you saying?”<br />
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“I want to be balls deep in your ass tonight,” Curt whispered loud enough only he heard him. “Got a problem with that?”<br />
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Levi shivered in anticipation. “Nope.”<br />
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“Good.”<br />
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Levi wanted Curt’s full lips wrapped around his cock more than anything in the world, but if he would actually have his fantasy man deep in his ass, he couldn’t wait for the night to come.<br />
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After they paid their bills, they walked casually across the street to their hotel. Their steps grew rushed as they approached the door to their room. Levi pulled out the key card to open the door, but before he could slide it in, Curt grabbed him by the shoulder, spun him around and crushed his mouth against Levi’s. Teeth gnashed, lips melded, and tongues danced as Curt pinned him to the door.<br />
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When Curt finally moved back, their breaths came out in ragged pants of desire and need.<br />
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“Let me open the door.”<br />
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“Yeah.”<br />
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Levi’s hands shook as he tried to slide the key card into the lock. It took a couple of tries to get the card to work.<br />
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“Easy, cowboy. We got all night.”<br />
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Levi glanced over his shoulder as he opened the door. “Anticipation is gonna kill me.”<br />
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Curt gave him a crooked little smile that made his balls ache.<br />
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The door no more than banged shut before Curt was all over him, pulling at his clothes, unzipping his pants, and pushing both his shorts and jeans down.<br />
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“I want this cock.”<br />
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“It’s yours. Suck me.”<br />
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Curt dropped to his knees in front of Levi. “I’ve wanted to suck this for months.” Curt dove in, taking Levi’s entire cock in his mouth. Levi wasn’t necessarily a big man as far as cocks go, but having Curt deep throat him was enough to drive him up on his toes.<br />
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“Easy there,” Curt whispered against his flesh as he licked his cock from base to tip. “Such a beautiful cock. You are one gorgeously endowed man.”<br />
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“I want to see you.”<br />
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“In a minute. I’m worshipping this magnificent piece of flesh here first. You’ll get your chance.” Curt sucked, licked, and swirled his tongue around and around Levi’s cock.<br />
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Levi’s leg shook from trying to hold back his orgasm. He need to come so bad, he felt like his head was about to explode out the end of his dick. “Please. I can’t handle it anymore.”<br />
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“Your turn, but first, in the shower,” Curt said, getting to his feet as he began working the buttons on his shirt.<br />
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Within seconds, his clothes lay in a heap near Levi’s shirt as he worked his boots and jeans off as well.<br />
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“I plan to fuck you clear into tomorrow.”<br />
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Levi headed for the bathroom, hoping the shower was big enough for the both of them, but if not, they would have to migrate to the bed. He didn’t care, either way. He leaned in to turn on the shower. Curt grabbed his hips, rubbing his hard cock along the crack of his ass.<br />
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“Are you ready for me?”<br />
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“Hell yeah. I’ve been ready for months.”<br />
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“Me too.”<br />
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“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Levi asked, turning to face him. “We could have been fucking already.”<br />
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Curt kissed him lightly on the mouth. “I wasn’t sure about you. I’d heard rumors, but nothing solid. You keep to yourself very well, so I had to make double sure before I approached you.”<br />
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Once the door was open on the stall, they both stepped in under the spray of the hot water. Curt opened the soap and lathered his hands until they were slick. His hands were everywhere on Levi’s body, smoothing over his chest, down between his legs, around to his ass, washing every inch of his body before he murmured, “Rinse.”<br />
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Levi turned toward the water, letting it cascade over his face, neck, and chest as he felt Curt kneel in the shower stall and bite at his ass. He’d never felt anything so erotic in his life.<br />
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“Such a nice ass to fuck.”<br />
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Curt spread his cheeks, kneading the twin globes in his hands as he licked and bit at the flesh of his butt. One finger rimmed his back hole, pushing in to the first knuckle. “You are tight, my friend.”<br />
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“It’s been a while.”<br />
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“You’re going to feel magnificent around my cock.” Levi clenched his ass around Curt’s finger. “Oh yeah. You like the sound of that, don’t you?”<br />
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“Fuck.”<br />
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“We will do that too.”<br />
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Levi closed his eyes as he pushed back against Curt’s fingers. He thought back, realizing it had been several months since he’d had sex, and man, was he primed to go off in seconds after Curt penetrated his ass. He wouldn’t be able to hold back for very long even though he wanted to ream Curt’s ass, too, before the night was over.<br />
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Do you like westerns? I love them myself. Of course, that may be the reason I write them.<br />
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What do you like about the western cowboy? Do you like contemporary or historical westerns?<br />
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I've written them both, but I think I like the contemporary westerns the best. I like to be able to torture my cowboys a little before letting them have their happily ever after. There is something about the cowboy that does it for me. I'm not sure if it's the way they are with their women, how they dress or the hard working attitude. Maybe a little of everything.<br />
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No, I'm not married to a cowboy although I've brought him kicking and screaming into my world with 4 horses, 3 dogs and 2 cats. We do love our animals. I'm particularly fond of my horses. I have 2 Tennessee Walker mutts and 2 retired racehorses I got from a friend who could no longer keep them. We have our little 6 acre ranch with our old farmhouse and I'm happy as a little pig in a mud hole. So I'll keep writing my cowboys into their stories, finding them the love of their life and torturing them just a little before they get their happiness in the end.<br />
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Here is a little snippet of my upcoming release in my Cowboy Dreamin' series. This is Jeremiah and Callie's story.<br />
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Coming soon from Secret Cravings Publishing - 6/28/2014<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jeremiah Young has been
Callie Lewis’s full-on crush from the time she was a freshman in high
school and he tutored her in Math, now they are both grown ups trying to find
their way in the world. Can she convince herself he is her Forever
Kind of Cowboy before he walks away?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Jeremiah does the finances
for Thunder Ridge. He’s managed to build quite a little nest egg for himself
and his family over the last few years with smart investments, but he wants to
make sure he can take care of a family before he puts his feet in that pool.
Callie has been a friend all these years so when did she grow up to be a
gorgeous woman?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Can two stubborn,
individualistic people come together to build a lifetime of love or will their
pride and goals get in the way of a forever kind of love?<span style="color: #333333;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Do you like contemporary romance? Me too. Thus the reason I write it although I do write historical too or I did. I haven't in awhile.<br />
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Contemporary romance is nice because to me, it's easier to imagine myself in the heroines shoes living the life of the tortured victim saved by the gorgeous hero. For me the hero is always an alpha cowboy. LOL I know, big surprise, eh?<br />
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In my latest WIP, I'm writing about one of the Young brothers in my Cowboy Dreamin' series. This will be book 5 and so far the one winning the race for my attention is Jeremiah. He's the financial planner/investor for the family and the ranch. He's the money man and boy does he do a good job for both himself and his family.<br />
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Unfortunately, he's stubborn as is all alpha males, right? He think he knows what is best and for now, it's not Callinda Lewis who he has known since he was a little kid. They grew up together, went to high school together, but he has never thought of her as anything other than a cute nerdy sort of girl who likes lots of things boys like. She's into cars, four-wheelers, fishing, hunting, and hanging out. They aren't really best friends or anything, but he's always considered her a friend. She's always wanted more.<br />
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Well they start hanging out together as friends more, until Jeremiah has a chance to get laid by a guest at the ranch and stands up Callie on their date out at The Dusty Boot.<br />
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Anyway, let's just say, Callie is not a happy camper and tells Jeremiah off.<br />
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So far the attraction sparks are there, but Jeremiah is scared of the depth of his attraction to Callie and she's pissed because he stood her up.<br />
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This should be an interesting story when it's all said and done.<br />
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For now, I'll leave you with my inspiration for Jeremiah and let you drool of this mighty fine young man until the book releases in June.<br />
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Mesa Arraguso writes about hot cowboys for a living. Being a romance writer has it perks and its drawbacks. She spends a lot of time alone in front of her computer, but she gets to fantasize about incredibly hot men wearing cowboy boots and Stetsons. While visiting San Antonio, Texas for a writer’s conference, she finds herself stranded on the back roads of Bandera only to be rescued by one of the most gorgeous men she’s ever encountered, be it fantasy or for real.</div>
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Joel Young is a cowboy. From the top of his Stetson to the tip of his dirty cowboy boots, he’s cowboy through and through. Along with rescuing women when they do silly things like running out of gas miles from town on a dirt road, he spends his days herding cattle, fixing fences and breaking horses.</div>
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Secret Cravings Publishing is celebrating 3 years in business with a fantastic blog hop from January 15-30 with the Grand Prize being an IPAD 2, First Prize is a Kindle Fire, Second Prize is a $50 Gift Certificate and Third Prize is a $25 Gift Certificate.<br />
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What you have to do is find all the letters on each authors blog participating in the hop. Check out the contest rules at <a href="http://secrecravingspublishing.blogspot.com/">http://secrecravingspublishing.blogspot.com/</a>. Check out the great authors participating in this blog hop for more great prizes from each one! You'll need to find my letter on this blog page, put my name next to it when you send in your entry.<br />
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Hi everyone,<br />
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Today's post is all about Wounded Warriors. I'm a big supportive of this cause since my husband is retired military. He was in the Air Force for 20 years and spent plenty of time overseas. Luckily, he was never hurt in the line of duty, but there are plenty of men and women out there who have. There is a continuing need for services for these folks.<br />
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So for every comment on this blog over this weekend, I will donate a dollar to Wounded Warriors.<br />
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Also, if you comment, I will give away a signed ebook copy of Make Mine a Cowboy, so comment away while we help some guys and gals who need us and get into the drawing for a signed ebook of my first book in the Cowboy Dreamin' Series.<br />
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Mesa Arraguso writes about hot cowboys for a living. Being a romance writer has it perks and its drawbacks. She spends a lot of time alone in front of her computer, but she gets to fantasize about incredibly hot men wearing cowboy boots and Stetsons. While visiting San Antonio, Texas for a writer’s conference, she finds herself stranded on the back roads of Bandera only to be rescued by one of the most gorgeous men she’s ever encountered, be it fantasy or for real.<br />
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Joel Young is a cowboy. From the top of his Stetson to the tip of his dirty cowboy boots, he’s cowboy through and through. Along with rescuing women when they do silly things like running out of gas miles from town on a dirt road, he spends his days herding cattle, fixing fences and breaking horses.<br />
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Can one handsome cowboy and a city-girl from LA find common ground in the Hill Country long enough to see beyond a quick fling?<br />
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SCP BLOG HOP!<br />
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So what to blog about? Hmm.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. :-)<br />
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So what do we do when we don't have an idea on a story? We punt!<br />
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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.<br />
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Be sure to check out the other hoppers at <a href="http://www.secretcravingspublishing.blogspot.com/">www.secretcravingspublishing.blogspot.com</a><br />
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Here is the cover and stuff! Enjoy!<br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Will the secrets she’s harboring keep him from getting close?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Can he learn to trust women again or should be play the game to find out what’s she’s up to?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Excerpts - Rated Adult</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">Jeff hopped out of the truck, slamming the door behind him. “Who the hell are you? What are you doin’ on Thunder Ridge land?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Excuse me?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“What are you doin’ on my land?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Surveying. What does it look like?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">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?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“We’re doin’ a land survey, Jeff.” George motioned to the woman next to him. “This here is Terri Kennedy.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Nice to meet you.” She held out her hand, but he ignored it with a scowl.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“No one ordered a survey of our land. You don’t need to be on our property.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“It’s not for Thunder Ridge. It’s for the new development.” George looked uncomfortable as he shifted back and forth on his feet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Get the hell off my property,” Jeff snarled. “We ain’t supportin’ the developers takin’ over the ranch land out here.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“We have a right to use this road to survey the property boundaries. It’s a county road.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Not as long as you’re off the blacktop, it ain’t. It’s Young property.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Is he correct, Mr. Scott? Is this private property beyond the blacktop?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, ma’am.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“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.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, ma’am.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">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.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Did you say something?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“No, ma’am. Get your business done and get off this road.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“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.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">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.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“They are the firm handling the land development in this area.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“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.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“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.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Just get done and get out of here. If you ain’t gone before I get back, I’ll have you arrested for trespassin’.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Try it, buddy! We aren’t on your property now.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“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!”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">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.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“I shouldn’t.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“But you want to.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yeah, I do.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Then do it.” She sucked in a ragged breath, blowing it out on a sigh. “Afraid?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">He dragged her closer still. “I’m not afraid of you.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">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.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“I don’t want to fuck you.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">She tossed back her hair and laughed. “Have you got a salami in your pocket then?”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“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.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Then do it cowboy. Right here, right now.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">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.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">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.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“You’re so slick.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“I want you inside me.” He worked his fingers into her grasping pussy while his thumb worked her clit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“I want you to come for me.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“Now? But…”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“You can do it. I feel your body vibrating around my fingers.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif;">“You’re beautiful when you come.”</span>Sandy Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17943828577241346808noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584696577190818682.post-34421232469120071122013-07-17T01:00:00.000-05:002013-07-17T01:00:05.225-05:00Cover Reveal for Kathleen Gallagher's new book!<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center; text-indent: 0in;">
<b><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";">COVER REVEAL FREYA’S
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<b><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: "Book Antiqua","serif";"> </span></b><b><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif";">COMING TO SECRET CRAVINGS PUBLISHING AUGUST 2013<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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<span style="color: #17365d; font-family: "Baskerville Old Face","serif";">The
passionate, sex-starved witch, Freya Meyer is tired of wasting time with
unsatisfying lovers. She’s in search of a man who can keep up with her. Prospects are slim in Bartlett, the sleepy
little town in the White Mountain Region of New Hampshire. </span><span style="color: #17365d; font-family: "Baskerville Old Face","serif"; font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-family: Andalus;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #17365d; font-family: "Baskerville Old Face","serif";">A sultry
stranger with a French accent behind the counter at the Country Store is new to
town. Family commitment and an unsettled past leads Paul Marton back to his
childhood roots. On the rebound from a scandalous romance, Paul tries to ignore
Freya’s advances, and he doesn’t let on how he falls prey to her seductive
ways. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="color: #17365d; font-family: "Baskerville Old Face","serif";">When Paul
ignores her advances, Freya knows what she must do. A love spell is bound to
cast the shy stranger straight into her arms. With the help of the full moon,
Freya’s wishes may come to fruition. Can a lonely witch capture one night with
her dream lover… walk away, and never look back? Is there a way to tame a wild
witch’s heart?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Kathleen’s blog. <a href="http://kathleensplacetoreflect.blogspot.com/?zx=e33c25154ce308d9">http://kathleensplacetoreflect.blogspot.com/?zx=e33c25154ce308d9</a><o:p></o:p></div>
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erotic romance. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, Joseph, and their two
puppies, Chaz, and Luc. Her children are all grown, but her three grandsons keep
her spirit energized. She is a registered nurse who works in an emergency room.
Her passion for story telling began when she was a young girl. Since her father
was a professional magician, she learned how to use her imagination while
assisting him with his act. When Kathleen is not writing, her favorite place to
relax is down the Jersey Shore. You might find her under an umbrella, wearing a
straw hat, dreaming of a new story. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
Sandy Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17943828577241346808noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584696577190818682.post-2555502077994720242013-07-12T20:06:00.001-05:002013-07-12T20:06:50.470-05:00Writing cowboys!Since this blog hop is about westerns, I thought I'd write about writing westerns! Hey, what a concept, huh?<br />
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I do love to write westerns. They are my favorite book to right. No, I don't have to do a lot of research on them while I'm writing, because I know cowboys, horses, ranching to some extent and since it's part of who I am, I'm comfortable writing it.<br />
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Where do I get my ideas? I get them from everywhere. I hear a song and it'll spark an idea. I see a person at the airport and it'll spark an idea. Many of my stories have come from song titles or pictures. I currently have two pictures on my office wall. One is a group of 9 cowboys. No, they don't all look like they are related, but they sparked the idea for Cowboy Dreamin'. 3 of them look like they could be triplets, thus my triplets in the series, Joel, Jason and Joshua. Only Joel has his own story right now.<br />
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That brings me to the other picture on my wall. It's of a guy who is Joel to me. He has the most amazing blue eyes! Wow! I mean really, wow!<br />
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Sorry, I can't find the picture on my computer right at the moment.<br />
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Anyway, the guys in this series are a complicated bunch. Jeff's the oldest and his story will release in late August called Healing the Cowboy's Heart. Joel's is already out called Make Mine a Cowboy. (<u>which I'm giving away a three signed ebooks to three lucky winners so leave a comment!</u>)<br />
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Available at Secret Cravings Publishing, Amazon, B&N, Smashwords, Itunes, Diesel, Bookstrand, All Romance Ebooks and several other ebook retailers near you!</div>
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Now for a few questions from me ~<br />
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What do you look for in a cowboy romance?<br />
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Do you want lots of western stuff in your cowboy romance?<br />
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Does the hero have to be a cowboy?<br />
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Give me your opinion!<br />
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Love you all!<br />
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~ Sandy<br />
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P.S. Check out <a href="http://www.secretcravingspublishing.blogspot.com/">www.secretcravingspublishing.blogspot.com</a> for more great western authors including Jaydn Chelcee, Sarah Cass, Cindy Christiansen, Kathleen Ball, Tamara Hoffa, Marie Rose Dufour, Jeanine McAdam and many more!Sandy Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17943828577241346808noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584696577190818682.post-13301326442552077522013-05-31T01:00:00.000-05:002013-05-31T01:00:00.413-05:00Romancing the Cowboy with Sandy Sullivan!<div class="MsoNormal">
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Erotic westerns but also sweeter. My historical’s are on the sweet side. To me
it wasn’t normal to have them going at it hardcore with a historical
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Me. I like the way they talk. The ma’am, darlin’,
honey make my panties melt. I also like the way they handle themselves. A real
man is tough as nails when it comes to the things he needs to take care of, but
is as soft as a fluffy bunny with his lover.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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coming 6/5 called Make Mine a Cowboy. I’m going to put a blurb and excerpt
below. I'll pick a winner Monday morning at 8am central time. Good luck!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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cowboys for a living. Being a romance writer has it perks and its drawbacks.
She spends a lot of time alone in front of her computer, but she gets to
fantasize about incredibly hot men wearing cowboy boots and Stetsons. While
visiting San Antonio, Texas for a writer’s conference, she finds herself
stranded on the back roads of Bandera only to be rescued by one of the most
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through. Along with rescuing women when they do silly things like running out
of gas miles from town on a dirt road, he spends his days herding cattle,
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out of her thoughts. She jumped and screamed as a face appeared near her door. Blue
eyes with long lashes stared back beneath a black cowboy hat. Black hair
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of the water. You’ll be washed away. It’s rising fast.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“I can’t. I’m out of gas.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Open the door.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Hell, no. Do I look crazy to
you?” she asked, her voice shrill with terror.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Trust me. If I were a serial
killer, I wouldn’t be out in this shit trying to find women to abduct. I’m
going to help you, but you need to get out of the car first before we’re both
swept away.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">Mesa bit her lip. Should she
trust him?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Ma’am?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“All right.” She eased open
the door to find the water almost reached the bottom of the car. The cowboy
pulled the door the rest of the way as she grabbed her purse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“We have to hurry,” he said, offering
her a hand to help her from the car. “Let me help you. This water is rushing
pretty fast.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">A red horse stood patiently
several feet away with its head down, riding out the storm the only way horses
knew how. <i>A</i> c<i>owboy on a real horse out here in the middle of nowhere? Surely, it’s
safe. I mean serial killers don’t ride horses, right? <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">She stepped aside to allow
him into the room. “Just set it on the bed and I’ll unpack it in a minute.” She
told him to sit on the edge of the bed as she took a spot between his spread
thighs. She exhaled forcibly through her lips so she could focus on the task at
hand and not his hard thighs now encasing her lower half. The cut on his lip
didn’t look too deep. With her finger inside the cloth, she dabbed at the cut.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Ouch.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Sorry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“It’s okay. I know you didn’t
mean to hurt me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">He winced as she dabbed again.
It had to hurt, she knew but all she could think about was kissing those full
lips. She wanted to see his eyes dark with desire. Feel his hands on her bare
flesh. Have those lips on other places of her body like her breasts, her
nipples, or her clit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“You okay?” he whispered,
glancing up through those impossibly long eyelashes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Yeah.” Her heart pounded
behind her ribcage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Your pulse is fluttering.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“I know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Why?” His voice continued in
a soft, coaxing tone reminding her of how he spoke to the horse while she gave
birth to her foal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“It’s nothing, Joel.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“Do you want me to kiss you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">She closed her eyes and
licked her lips. <i>God, do I ever want you
to kiss me. More than my next breath. More than a winning lottery ticket. More
than…</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">The next thing she knew, he
had twisted her around so she lay flat on the bed with him hovering over her.
He bent down and brushed his lips against hers so softly she wasn’t sure if he’d
actually kissed her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“You shouldn’t be doing
this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">“I know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">He kissed her again, this
time with his tongue softly brushing her lips as if to ask for permission to
deepen it. Her lips parted of their own accord without her even thinking beyond
how his lips felt against hers. The dip of his tongue tore a moan from her
mouth. She tangled her hands in the front of his western shirt, wanting nothing
more than to remove the barrier between his skin and hers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi;">The fire burning in her gut
prompted her to return kiss for kiss, touch for touch. The caress of his
fingers against the side of her breast brought her straight up on the bed,
breaking the kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Sandy Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17943828577241346808noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584696577190818682.post-40333529369019596852013-05-18T01:00:00.000-05:002013-05-18T01:00:00.625-05:00Cuddle Up With a Contemporary Romance Blog Hop!<img height="295" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/428651_10200511198001271_1893300566_n.jpg" width="400" /><br />
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Welcome to the Contemporary Romance Secret Cravings Blog Hop!<br />
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Yee HAW!<br />
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We celebrating all contemporary romance novels this weekend so make sure you check out all the participating authors. There will be tons of books and other stuff given away this weekend!<br />
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For me, let's see what I want to post about.<br />
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Y'all know I love cowboys. Every shape, size, nice chest and six-pack to go with it so I guess I'll post a little about my coming release. I don't have a buy link yet, but I do have a HAWT cover!<br />
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It will be available in the next couple of week. So be on the look out for the buy link coming soon!<br />
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For now, here's the blurb and an excerpt:<br />
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Blurb:<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Mesa Arraguso writes about hot
cowboys for a living. Being a romance writer has it perks and its drawbacks.
She spends a lot of time alone in front of her computer, but she gets to fantasize
about incredibly hot men wearing cowboy boots and Stetsons. While visiting San
Antonio, Texas for a writer’s conference, she finds herself stranded on the
back roads of Bandera only to be rescued by one of the most gorgeous men she’s
ever encountered, be it fantasy or for real.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Joel Young is a cowboy. From the top
of his Stetson to the tip of his dirty cowboy boots, he’s cowboy through and
through. Along with rescuing women when they do silly things like running out
of gas miles from town on a dirt road, he spends his days herding cattle,
fixing fences and breaking horses. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Can one handsome cowboy and a
city-girl from LA find common ground is the Hill Country long enough to see
beyond a quick fling?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">As
the water began rising rapidly she realized she needed to get the hell out of
her car before it was washed away. In the distance she could make out several
larger rocks. "If I can get on top of them, I should be safe from the
rush. Of course, that means I'll be out in the rain getting soaked.” Fear rose,
threatening to choke her with the lump in her throat. She rubbed her arms
trying to calm the chills while deciding what to do. She really didn’t have
much choice. Water ran in rivulets down the windshield. Lightning continued to
flash and thunder rolled over the area. She sucked in a large breath as she bit
her lip. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">A
moment later a <i>tap, tap, tap</i> on her
window startled her out of her thoughts. She jumped and screamed as a face
appeared near her door. Blue eyes with long lashes stared back beneath a black
cowboy hat. Black hair ruffled slightly with the wind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Ma'am?
Are you all right?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"I'm
fine."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"You
need to get this car out of the water. You'll be washed away. It's rising
fast."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"I
can't. I'm out of gas."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Open
the door."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Hell,
no. Do I look crazy to you?" she asked, her voice shrill with terror.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Trust
me. If I were a serial killer, I wouldn't be out in this shit trying to find
women to abduct. I'm going to help you, but you need to get out of the car first
before we're both swept away."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Mesa
bit her lip. Should she trust him?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Ma'am?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"All
right." She eased open the door to find the water almost reached the
bottom of the car. The cowboy pulled the door the rest of the way as she
grabbed her purse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"We
have to hurry," he said, offering her a hand to help her from the car.
"Let me help you. This water is rushing pretty fast."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">A
red horse stood patiently several feet away with its head down, riding out the
storm the only way horses knew how. <i>A</i>
c<i>owboy on a real horse out here in the
middle of nowhere? Surely, it's safe. I mean serial killers don't ride horses,
right?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Excerpt</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He
winced as she dabbed again. It had to hurt, she knew but all she could think
about was kissing those full lips. She wanted to see his eyes dark with desire.
Feel his hands on her bare flesh. Have those lips on other places of her body
like her breasts, her nipples, or her clit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“You
okay?” he whispered, glancing up through those impossibly long eyelashes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Yeah.”
Her heart pounded behind her ribcage.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Your
pulse is fluttering.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“I
know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Why?”
His voice continued in a soft, coaxing tone reminding her of how he spoke to
the horse while she gave birth to her colt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“It’s
nothing, Joel.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“Do
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">She
closed her eyes and licked her lips. <i>God,
do I ever want you to kiss me. More than my next breath. More than a winning
lottery ticket. More than…</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">The
next thing she knew, he had twisted her around so she lay flat on the bed with
him hovering over her. He bent down and brushed his lips against hers so softly
she wasn’t sure if he’d actually kissed her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“You
shouldn’t be doing this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">“I
know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">He
kissed her again, this time with his tongue softly brushing her lips as if to
ask for permission to deepen it. Her lips parted of their own accord without
her even thinking beyond how his lips felt against hers. The dip of his tongue
tore a moan from her mouth. She tangled her hands in the front of his western
shirt, wanting nothing more than to remove the barrier between his skin and
hers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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HEE HAW!!! Man oh Man was this a great read. I totally related to Jacie because I too am a very strong willed woman and was defo not looking for love when I met my current husband. I was definatley not looking to get married and all that jazz...been there and done that with a negative result. Now Jacie was never married but she had her heart broken by an ex boyfriend/business partner. Her plan was to find a nice piece for the night and move on the next day. Well Kyle (town jackass) approaches her and she eats him alive.<br />
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While all this is happening Tucker sees her and is like "HELLO There Darlin!!" A little flirting, dancing and pool and then the 2 decided to have a fun night together. Well damn Kyle for cock blocking Tucker and he is left hawt and alone. Well Kyle isn't done being a "charmer" and causes more issues for Jacie. *drum roll* Tucker to the rescue. The 2 make a business arrangement that is beneficial for both parties to get to Vegas. Well business turns to pleasure...lots and lots of pleasure......Guess what kiddos?? They kinda develop feelings for each other. NO you say? Yes it is true :)<br />
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I love this story. It kept me on my toes and even a little teary eyed at the end. I was like "Stubborn old bachelor and friggin' independent women!! Admit the love already!!" I loved the epilogue but I tend to enjoy epilogues. I think it is a great ending to the couple and you can see what is going to happen.<br />
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My fav scenes were in the Vegas hotel when the big boob chick hit on Tucker AND when the horse rider hit on Jacie. It was classic Jealousy you see seeping out of the others pores!!! It did give me a giggle.</div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Jacie Hawkins drives big wheelers for a livin'. Something not a lot of women do. Littleton Oklahoma is just a dry stopover for a few hours of rest and relaxation at the nearest bar. Jacie needs to find a hot cowboy to release some of her pent up frustrations on for the night, but wannabe's aren't her style.</span></div>
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Sandy Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17943828577241346808noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584696577190818682.post-52422276153150733262013-03-03T12:38:00.002-06:002013-03-03T12:38:39.982-06:00Trouble With a Cowboy!Get yours today!<br />
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">18 wheels had her heart until one hard-up cowboy found her kickin' up her heels and propositions her to take his bull to Vegas.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Jacie Hawkins drives big wheelers for a livin'. Something not a lot of women do. Littleton Oklahoma is just a dry stopover for a few hours of rest and relaxation at the nearest bar. Jacie needs to find a hot cowboy to release some of her pent up frustrations on for the night, but wannabe's aren't her style.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Tucker Marshall needs a big-rig driver to haul his prize bull to National Finals Rodeo and he needs one fast. Who would have thought he'd find one shootin' pool at the local bar dressed to kill and takin' numbers?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Lean hips and a bull rider belt buckle blocked her view of the multitude of cowboy boots standing nearby. Her gaze crawled up a flat, chiseled abdomen, across sculpted muscles, over a firm jaw to meet sexy brown eyes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"What's the frown for, pretty lady?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">She tipped the bottle to her lips to take a long drink, keeping her eyes on the gorgeous man in front of her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Once she'd swallowed, she said, "Contemplation."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Huh?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;"><em>Great. Probably barely made his way through high school.</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"I was trying to figure out how many of them," she nodded to the crowd twirling on the dance floor, "are real."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Real?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Real cowboys or just wannabes."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Brown eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled as he hooked his fingers behind his belt buckle and tilted the shiny metal up. "Mine's real, sweet thing."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Is it? Where did you win it?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"National Finals Rodeo last year. Bull ridin'."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Is that right?" She took another sip of her beer.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Yeah." The cowboy pulled his shoulders back proudly.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"You know, that's funny. I rode last year. I sure don't remember you. What did you say your name was?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">The man frowned as a trickle of sweat appeared over his lip. "Kyle Fredrick."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Kyle…" She tipped the bottle to her lips again. "Mmm…nope. I sure don't remember you. You know what else?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">His eyes narrowed as he shifted from foot to foot. "What."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"I have an <em>official</em> belt buckle in barrel racing." She tapped the buckle at her waist with her fingernail, and then pointed toward his. "That's about the worst fake I've ever seen. The real one, honey, is gold with World Champion Bull Rider on the bottom and your name engraved just above that." She stood in front of him so they stood toe-to-toe. "That trinket might work on one of those rhinestone babes out there, but it won't work on me. I know the real thing when I see it."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">When the music changed, bathing the bar in silence for a moment, she heard a soft chuckle to her left. Tipping her head, she locked gazes with the guy two stools down. He lifted an eyebrow and tipped his hat as a crooked, half-smile graced his mouth, showing off pearly-white teeth with a dimple in his left cheek. Before she got a good look at the color of his eyes, the cowboy in front of her pulled her attention back to him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"You're a bitch."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"I've been called that before. You'll have to come up with something more original…Kyle."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">With a pissed-off growl, Kyle spun on his heel, disappearing into the crowd farther down the bar. Jacie took her seat again, propping her boot heels on the rung of the chair and tipped the bottle to her lips. Beer slid down her throat in a cool wash of satisfaction.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Moments later, two-stools down cowboy moved one stool closer when the man next to her headed for the door.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Elbows balanced on the bar behind her as the bottle dangled from her fingers, she glanced sideways and her gaze met the prettiest baby blues she'd ever seen. One sweep from the top of his black Stetson and dark hair, over his broad chest and down his yummy torso, told her a lot. <em>A working man.</em> Dusty cowboy boots peeked out from the hem of his jeans.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Hi," he offered.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Hi, yourself."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Name's Tucker." He held out his hand. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">She stared at his palm. <em>Calluses. Working hands. Short nails. Clean.</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Grasping his hand in hers, she wasn't prepared for the zing of electricity pricking her skin where they touched.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Jacie."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Nice to meet you, Jacie."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"You, too Tucker."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Sorry about that guy."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Why? Is he a friend of yours?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">A short snort left his mouth. "Not in this lifetime. I'm only hopin' you don't judge the whole lot by him."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Nah." She smiled and lifted the bottle to her lips again, draining the remaining beer. "He's nothing new. I'm used to his type."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"What type is that?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"The lay 'em and leave 'em kind. Once he gets between a woman's thighs, he's gone."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">The chuckle returned. "Probably right on the money."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Occasionally, that's not a bad thing, but tonight…not necessarily what I'm looking for."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">He leaned closer as the music started again. The spicy, almost citrusy scent of his cologne and virile male mixed with…cattle, reached her nose. <em>Interesting.</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Can I buy you another beer?" he asked, his breath rushing over the shell of her ear.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">One shoulder lifted in a shrug. "Sure."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Signaling for the bartender, he stood to pull some money from his front pocket, bringing his chest into close proximity with her shoulder. The heat radiating off his skin sent shivers skittering across her arm, and she fought the urge to rub the flesh to calm the goose bumps.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">His tanned hand held a bottle out in front of her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Thanks."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"You're welcome." He sipped from his beer, but when he lowered the bottle his eyes found hers again. "What are you doing in Littleton, Oklahoma?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Hanging out with you."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Yeah, right. A babe like you doesn't <em>hang out </em>in small town honky-tonks."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">She flinched at his comment as she dropped her gaze to the front of his shirt. "Just passin' through."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"I see. Mysterious. Works for me." He set his beer on the bar behind her. "Care to dance?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;"><em>Do I really want those hands on me? Hell yeah!</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Sure." She set her bottle next to his before they headed for the dance floor.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">The song changed to a slow ballad causing her to cringe. Slow dancing with this gorgeous, rugged cowboy could send her right between the sheets with him in a heartbeat. Good or bad, she wasn't sure he would be the type to easily walk away from. When she turned, she sucked in a ragged breath before she slipped her hands up around his neck. He settled his palms on her hips. Her heartbeat hitched up a notch and her fingertips itched to run along the solid ridges of his pecs—ridges that came from hard work, not a gym.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;"><u>Adult Excerpt</u></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Before she could blink, his lips connected with hers. <em>God, he tastes and smells so good.</em>The same feelings of desire and need to get closer that she'd felt the first time he’d kissed her, washed over her. Never in her life had a man overwhelmed her senses like Tucker.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;"> As his tongue swept along her bottom lip, her desire hitched up a notch. She parted her lips and his tongue slid inside as a groan rumbled in his throat. Their tongues met, tangled and swept along each other, tasting, testing, exploring.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">She wrapped her hand in the hair at the nape of his neck, knocking his hat to the floor, forgotten in the heat of their passion.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">His hands tipped her head to the side to fit their mouths together better. The hardness of his erection pressed into her abdomen. Her clit throbbed to the rhythm of her racing heart. Blood rushed in her ears and saliva pooled in her mouth. His lips left hers to trace a path across her cheek to her ear. Hot breath singed her skin. The stroke of his tongue to the sensitive spot below her earlobe had her shivering. Soft moans and intimate whimpers of want and need left her lips. His palm slipped down her side to cup her breast. Her nipples tightened into achy nubs, begging for his touch.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Tucker," she whispered.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">He lifted his head to stare at her, his gaze intense. The blue of his eyes seemed almost swallowed by the black of his pupils. "Tell me you want this."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"God, yes. I haven't been able to think of anything else since we met."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"I'm glad I'm not alone."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Her craving for him spiked hard as he swept his thumb along her bottom lip. "I love the feel of your skin under my hands."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Touch me."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Oh, I plan to. Everywhere."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">The snaps on his shirt gave way with little more than a sharp tug. Belt buckle and jeans disappeared once he’d shucked his boots, but his black boxers did nothing to hide his impressive length from her gaze.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Oh my." She grazed his cock with the tip of her fingernail. A throaty moan came from deep in his chest.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Not fair."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Mmm? Why?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"You still have too many clothes on."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Well, we’ll have to rectify the situation shortly then, huh."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"You bet, darlin'. I wanna see if the real thing is anything like my imagination."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Trepidation raced down her spine with the memory of her ex’s words. <em>"You don't know how to be a woman, Jacie. You'll never be anything more than a tomboy trucker who gets her jollies behind the wheel of a big rig. They say men compensate with big toys. You don't know how to turn a man on."</em> Tucker obviously thought she was woman enough to satisfy him. Didn't he?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Hello, Jacie. Come on back, honey. Don't leave me hangin' here," Tucker said, skimming his thumb across her nipple even though her shirt kept them from skin-to-skin contact.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Sorry."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Where'd you go? Your eyes got all glassy. I know it wasn't from my touch."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Something someone said to me once just got in the way for a minute. That's all."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"It must have been unpleasant judging by your frown," he murmured. The pressure of his hand on her breast never lessened while his thumb continued to massage her nipple.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Let's not talk about it. All right? I need this. I need you," she said against his mouth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"My pleasure, darlin'. I want everythin' from you."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Both hands grasped the bottom of her shirt to pull it over her head.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Nice." He sighed, making her almost believe he liked what he saw.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Two fingers flicked the clasp of her bra sitting between her breasts and it fell at their feet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Shivers raced down her arms at the heat in his eyes. Her nipples tightened. Her clit throbbed. Both knees wobbled, almost giving out except for his grip on her waist.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"God, you're beautiful," he whispered as his fingers danced along her ribs.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">Her breath rushed from between her lips in a heavy sigh. <em>Maybe he does like what he sees.</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">He pulled her tight against him. Skin-to-skin, breast to chest, and everything in between touched, molded, and she felt the rush of desire she couldn't control. His lips brushed against her shoulder before they worked their way up to her neck. She tipped her head to the side as a soft whimper escaped her lips when he nipped at the sensitive skin.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"So soft."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;"><em>Good Lord, the man knows how to make my body sing. </em>"Please."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Please what, darlin'. Tell me what you want.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Lick me. I want your tongue."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Where?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">"Everywhere you can reach. Eat me up."</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 16px;">A soft chuckle left his mouth. His eyes smoldered with his own need. Her knees hit the bed and then they tumbled backward across the mattress in a tangle of arms and legs, much to the disgruntlement of her cat.</span></div>
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Sandy Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17943828577241346808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584696577190818682.post-74594884959341925792013-01-04T01:00:00.000-06:002013-01-04T08:34:50.683-06:002nd Anniversary Post<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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** My port of call is Belize**<br />
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Hi all,<br />
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Thanks for stopping by my blog for the 2nd Anniversary contest with Secret Cravings Publishing. You know I never know what to put on these things so I guess I'll just ramble a bit.<br />
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You all know I write cowboys. I do love them, you know. There's just something about the way they are. They make me all tingly and stuff. :-) One of these days I'm going to get to go to Vegas during National Finals Rodeo and just soak up the atmosphere. I've written about it enough times and yes, I've been there during the 2 weeks they have it going on, but I haven't went to the events. The cowboys take over Vegas during those 2 weeks in December and let me tell you...yummy!<br />
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I would also like to go there for the PBR World Finals. They do those in October. Maybe this year I'll make the trek and see it for myself.<br />
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What do you like about cowboys? What is about them that makes them so great to write about? Do you like to read cowboy romances? They seem to be good sellers as long as you get someone who knows how to write them. I hope I'm one of those. All writers have their niche and mine are cowboys. I do own horses and love to ride when I can. I don't get to do it as much as I'd like, but boy are my two spoiled! They are great pets but they eat a lot and they take work to maintain them such as shots, worming, cutting their hooves.<br />
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I spent 4 days at a dude ranch in San Antonio this past August. It was a fantastic experience! It totally renewed my energy and sparked a new series I'm doing called Cowboy Dreamin'. The first one will be out in spring of this year with a little luck. I need to buckle down and get busy. Joel (that's the name of the hero) is impatiently banging his spurs on the side of my desk as we speak. He and Mesa are going to get into a lot of trouble from what it sounds like. She's a romance writer who's lost her inspiration until she meets him. :-P I know. I'm evil to whet your appetite like that!<br />
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Leave a comment to win your choice of any of my available book! I'll chose a winner on Monday morning.<br />
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Anyway, off to write. Enjoy the little snippet of the book and the sexy cover!<br />
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~ Sandy<br />
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P.S. Make sure you check all the authors so you can get in on the grand prizes! www.secretcravingspublishing.blogspot.com<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Water ran in rivulets
down the windshield. Lightning continued to flash and thunder rolled over the
area. She sucked in a large breath as she bit her lip. <i>What the hell do I do now?</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">A moment later she
heard a tap, tap, tap on her window. She jumped and screamed as a face appeared
near her door. Green eyes with long lashes stared back beneath a black cowboy
hat. Black hair ruffled slightly with the wind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Ma'am? Are you
all right?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"I'm fine."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"You need to get
this car out of the water. You'll be washed away. It's rising fast."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"I can't. I'm out
of gas."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Open the
door."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Hell no. Do I
look crazy to you?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Trust me. If I
were a serial killer, I wouldn't be out in this shit trying to find women to
abduct. I'm going to help you, but you need to get out of the car before we're
both swept away."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Mesa bit her lip. What
the hell was she supposed to do now?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Ma'am?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"All right."
She eased open the door to find the water almost to the bottom. The cowboy
pulled the door the rest of the way as she grabbed her purse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"We have to
hurry," he said, taking her hand as he helped her from the car. "Let
me help you. This water is rushing pretty fast."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">A red horse stood
patiently several feet away with its head down, riding out the storm the only
way horses knew how. <i>A</i> c<i>owboy on a real horse out here in the middle
of nowhere? Surely, it's safe. I mean serial killers don't ride horses, right? <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
Sandy Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17943828577241346808noreply@blogger.com44tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584696577190818682.post-27552063094714041022012-12-07T00:00:00.000-06:002012-12-07T08:43:01.920-06:00Wounded Warrior Blog Hop!With this blog, we are requesting at least 30 comments and I'm donating $30 to the Wounded Warrior project. For each comment beyond 30, I will continue to donate an extra $1 for each comment so please spread the word!<br />
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So, I'm going to post a tidbit about my upcoming series called Cowboy Dreamin'. The first book is called simply Joel.<br />
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I'm working on this currently and it's going along swimmingly! Joel and Mesa are an interesting couple already. He's your typical alpha cowboy and she's a romance writer who gets stuck running out of gas in the middle of nowhere near Bandera Texas.<br />
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Here is an unedited excerpt to wet your whistle.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Water ran in rivulets
down the windshield. Lightning continued to flash and thunder rolled over the
area. She sucked in a large breath as she bit her lip. <i>What the hell do I do now?</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">A moment later she
heard a tap, tap, tap on her window. She jumped and screamed as a face appeared
near her door. Green eyes with long lashes stared back beneath a black cowboy
hat. Black hair ruffled slightly with the wind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Ma'am? Are you
all right?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"I'm fine."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"You need to get
this car out of the water. You'll be washed away. It's rising fast."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"I can't. I'm out
of gas."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Open the
door."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Hell no. Do I
look crazy to you?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Trust me. If I
were a serial killer, I wouldn't be out in this shit trying to find women to
abduct. I'm going to help you, but you need to get out of the car before we're
both swept away."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">Mesa bit her lip. What
the hell was she supposed to do now?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"Ma'am?"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"All right."
She eased open the door to find the water almost to the bottom. The cowboy
pulled the door the rest of the way as she grabbed her purse.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">"We have to
hurry," he said, taking her hand as he helped her from the car. "Let
me help you. This water is rushing pretty fast."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;">A red horse stood
patiently several feet away with its head down, riding out the storm the only
way horses knew how. <i>A</i> c<i>owboy on a real horse out here in the middle
of nowhere? Surely, it's safe. I mean serial killers don't ride horses, right? <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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So everyone who comments on the blog will receive a copy of Love Me Once, Love Me Twice (Montana Cowboys 1). Please leave your email address and I'll send you the book via email but you must leave a comment.<br />
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Joel (Cowboy Dreamin' 1) is scheduled for release Spring of 2013!<br />
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Where is the world is Sandy Sullivan?<br />
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Here are some hints<br />
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1. It's warm and humid in the summer and the trees turn a beautiful red/orange/yellow in the fall<br />
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2. The home of Walking Horses<br />
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3. The home of country music<br />
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Guesses?<br />
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All correct guesses are in the drawing for a complete series of Montana Cowboys in print. US only please. If you live outside of the US I'll send you an Secret Cravings Publishing GC equal to the amount the books cost which is about $50.00.<br />
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~ Have fun!<br />
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SandySandy Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17943828577241346808noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584696577190818682.post-28595249917418465442012-07-23T08:20:00.003-05:002012-07-23T08:24:47.790-05:00And the winner is..........<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color: rgb(32, 32, 32); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.194443702697754px; line-height: 18.05555534362793px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">pbrcowgirl-at-ymail-dot-com</span> </div><div><span style="color: rgb(32, 32, 32); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.194443702697754px; line-height: 18.05555534362793px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(32, 32, 32); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.194443702697754px; line-height: 18.05555534362793px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">I will be emailing you shortly to get your information. Congrats and thanks to everyone to stopping by during the Blog Hop.</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(32, 32, 32); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.194443702697754px; line-height: 18.05555534362793px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><br /></span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(32, 32, 32); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.194443702697754px; line-height: 18.05555534362793px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Sandy</span></div><div><span style="color: rgb(32, 32, 32); line-height: 18.05555534362793px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13.194443702697754px;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div>Sandy Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17943828577241346808noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584696577190818682.post-1898109818150007752012-07-21T07:46:00.002-05:002012-07-21T07:51:45.329-05:00Today starts Secret Cravings Publishing Scavenger Hunt Blog Hop!<div><br /></div><div><u>My Post</u></div><div><u><br /></u></div><div>How has your summer been? Mine has been busy and is looking like it's going to get busier. I love summer. The thunderstorms are fantastic, the kids are out of school, parties on the lake and lots of great food. Time with family is precious, so spend it wisely.</div><div><br /></div><div>For today's giveaway on my blog of a complete set of the Montana Cowboys series in print including, Love Me Once, Love Me Twice, Before the Night is Over, Two for the Price of One and Difficult Choices answer this question: What is your favorite summer time memory?</div><div><br /></div><div>One lucky comment will win so please make sure you leave your email address in your comment.</div><div><br /></div><div>As for the SCP giveaway, you must find my summer picture. It's not hard to find, trust me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks for stopping by!</div><div><br /></div><div>~ Sandy</div>Sandy Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17943828577241346808noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584696577190818682.post-10692122421488288112012-07-17T08:53:00.001-05:002012-07-17T08:54:53.449-05:00Come to a blog near you this weekend!<div><br /></div><div>Secret Cravings Publishing Blog Hop!</div><div><br /></div><div>Grand prize is a Kindle Fire so make sure you stop by this weekend to the anchor blog and chech out all the great authors to win.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1342531156_1" style="color: rgb(30, 102, 174); outline: 0px; line-height: 1.22em; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.142857551574707px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://secretcravingspublishing.blogspot.com/" style="color: rgb(30, 102, 174); outline: 0px; line-height: 15.428571701049805px; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13.142857551574707px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">http://secretcravingspublishing.blogspot.com/</a></span> </div><div><br /></div><div>See you there!</div><div><br /></div><div>~ Sandy</div>Sandy Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17943828577241346808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584696577190818682.post-43701771920961991242012-06-02T04:00:00.001-05:002012-06-02T04:00:01.056-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzi0glJvbZsJ6UmJZfHFkZv0IpxwoFdHOveIn4BzMBP2aFde7LIl6tLcy4KULfrt3v3mmYu1NV2mkVB0ZC2BOzejjKYnV09uJpRPznULy1IbYBFVs_RpKZdcjHt3kKGGtXauOl4o2eoSY/s1600/Two+For+The+Price+Of+One+Cover+ARe.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzi0glJvbZsJ6UmJZfHFkZv0IpxwoFdHOveIn4BzMBP2aFde7LIl6tLcy4KULfrt3v3mmYu1NV2mkVB0ZC2BOzejjKYnV09uJpRPznULy1IbYBFVs_RpKZdcjHt3kKGGtXauOl4o2eoSY/s200/Two+For+The+Price+Of+One+Cover+ARe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5748412106333751458" /></a><br /><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Sex Scene Saturday with Beau, Brandon and Emma from Two For The Price Of One (Montana Cowboys 3)</div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">A soft moan escaped her lips as she tipped her head to the side and back onto Brandon's shoulder, giving him better access to her neck. The moment the top eased off her breasts and exposed her taut nipples to the cool air, they bunched tight. Beau licked the tip of the right one, making her whole body tremble.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Nice," Beau whispered, before sucking the tip into his mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Her knees wobbled, and one of the twins' arms went around her waist to steady her, although she couldn't have said whose if her life depended on it. Blood rushed in her ears, and she could have sworn that at the very moment Beau sucked on her nipple, the tip of her breast and her clit were somehow connected. The tingling and throbbing she felt exploded into heart-thumping, pulsating need as cream spilled out of her pussy, wetting the silky thong between her thighs. "Please."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Tell us what you want, honey," Brandon murmured against her neck.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Suck harder, Beau."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"My pleasure, darlin'."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">The pull of his mouth on her nipple and the nip of Brandon's teeth on her earlobe had her body screaming to move, but she couldn't decide which direction to go to get more stimulation.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Please. I need…" Beau's mouth left her breast, and she groaned in frustration. "No, don't stop."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">His lips nibbled at the corners of her mouth right before his tongue slid inside to tangle with hers. Brandon did his own exploration of her spine, shoulders, arms and waist as he reached around, unsnapped her jeans, and lowered the zipper. Cool air hit her skin as the pants and panties pooled at her ankles, and Brandon nudged her to step out by lifting her foot and removing one boot at a time. The moment she stood completely bare from the waist down, Brandon's hands crawled up the insides of her calves as his lips danced over the flesh of her butt, nipping softly at each cheek.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Beau lifted his head and growled, "Damn, woman. You burn me up with those lips, but we need to get the rest of this off." He lifted the tank top over her head and tossed it aside. "Now where were we?"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"On the bed, honey," Brandon instructed, walking her backward until her knees hit the mattress.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Her breath caught in her throat as she watched both Beau and Brandon do a little striptease for her. Each had a smattering of hair trailing from one nipple to the other across a broad chest and then in a sexy path down until it disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. The bulge each sported threatened to rip the seams apart. Hot damn!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"You like what you see, darlin'?"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Oh, hell yeah," she whispered, capturing her bottom lip between her teeth. "More, please."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Beau unbuttoned his jeans and slowly drew the zipper down as her heart rate seemed to triple with each inch of his cock revealed. Long and thick, with deep veins running from base to head, the sight of it made her mouth water to taste the pearly essence of his desire clinging to the top. When the denim fell to the floor, she took a ragged breath, glancing at Brandon to see how far he'd undressed before looking back at Beau.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"You keep lookin' at me like that, and I won't be able to wait," Beau said, his eyes blazing with passion and need.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">She licked her suddenly dry lips. "Like what?"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"With those big blue eyes and come-kiss-me lips. I want to lick you all over."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Then do it cowboy," she murmured, holding out her hand and waiting for him to take it before drawing him down on top of her.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Moments later, Brandon crawled onto the bed beside them. The warmth of his skin heated every spot it touched. With his left leg tossed over hers, he effectively spread her thighs open for whatever came next, and what came next was Beau's feathery touch on the insides of her legs. Goosebumps followed the light skimming of his fingers from ankle to thigh, but he avoided the places she needed him most. Her thighs quivered and her pussy throbbed, waiting for him to touch it. She almost screamed when he avoided her pussy in favor of running his fingers over her stomach.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"You have magnificent tits, honey. Nice rosy nipples just begging for attention," Brandon whispered, running his lips over her shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">She cupped both breasts and lifted them in invitation—to which man, she didn't care. "I want your tongue, both of you." A purr escaped her lips when first Brandon and then Beau each took a nipple into his mouth and sucked. "Yes." Beau flicked her right nipple with the tip of his tongue, bringing a tortured moan to her lips as Brandon encircled the left. "So good."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Beau released her breast and blew a cool stream of air over the nipple, humming his appreciation when the peak stiffened and beaded into a hard point.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Unable to stop the emotions and desires flooding her body, she begged for more with soft whimpers and tortured groans until she felt one of the twins nudge her thighs apart.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Ah, God!" she screamed as the first lick touched her pussy. Her back arched when a wet mouth closed over a nipple and pulled it deep into the warm cavern. The wicked tongue between her pussy lips flicked, swirled, and speared, changing the pace so she couldn't zero in on any one thing to drive her over the edge of climax. Sensations swamped her, bombarding her from every direction. Soft nips of teeth on one nipple, the pinch of fingers on the opposite one, and the warm flick of the torturous tongue built the desire inside her to a fever pitch. Her body wasn't her own. They controlled the craving, spiraling want until she quivered uncontrollably. The tingling started in her toes, rushing up her legs to center low in her belly.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Please," she begged. "I need—"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"We know what you need, honey," Brandon whispered against her lips, leaving the cooling wet spot on her nipple open to the sensations of his chest hair sliding across the tip.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"She's so sweet, Brandon. Wait until you taste this," Beau said from between her thighs. "I could eat her all day."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span>I hope you enjoyed the scene. Leave me a comment and be in the drawing for your choice of my back list. I'll chose a winner on Sunday morning. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span>~ Sandy</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; "><span ><span style="line-height: 24px;">http://stellaandaudra.blogspot.com</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; "><span ><span style="line-height: 24px;">http://saschaillyvichauthor.com/2012/05/11/sex-scene-saturday-the-playground/</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; "><span ><span style="line-height: 24px;">http://authortinafolsom.blogspot.com</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; "><span style="text-align: left; line-height: 24px;"><span >http://sasse-yvette-hines.blogspot.com/</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; "><span style="text-align: left; line-height: 24px;"><span >http://dianadericci.com/?p=528</span></span></p></div>Sandy Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17943828577241346808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584696577190818682.post-88960080032397023012012-05-19T06:00:00.000-05:002012-05-19T06:00:11.017-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTvqfquBt9L-KfxEVxFs4kb9NZObqpOkp4XIYGQYvAlHlOIbsLE2AEEPswFQTDg-8GeGPHO0qV50oEviwIeYT5hU5T5P38y5-ZDT6qEopAlz6ttfAHpX72wO5wCNTA3wbSF2SQjFynM3k/s1600/Difficult+Choices+Cover+ARe.jpg" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTvqfquBt9L-KfxEVxFs4kb9NZObqpOkp4XIYGQYvAlHlOIbsLE2AEEPswFQTDg-8GeGPHO0qV50oEviwIeYT5hU5T5P38y5-ZDT6qEopAlz6ttfAHpX72wO5wCNTA3wbSF2SQjFynM3k/s200/Difficult+Choices+Cover+ARe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5744020769616851602" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Sex Scene Saturday - Jake, Colby and Delaney from Difficult Choices (Montana Cowboys 4)</span><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"I bought handcuffs and nylon rope the other day, anticipating doing this," Jake replied, pulling out the toys from the adult store he'd found.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Nice."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"You're going to stick that huge thing in my ass," Delaney asked, her eyes wide with wonder and a little fear as Colby laid her on the bed. "Is it going to hurt?"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"A little at first, babe, but you'll love it by the time we're through. There's nothing like the feeling of being so full there." The packaging came apart in his hands as he withdrew the cone-shaped plug. He squirted lube on it, rubbing it around a bit as her worried expression grew.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">She chewed her bottom lip with her teeth, nodded, and rolled onto her stomach. "Okay, but go slowly."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">The moment her perfect ass rose to meet the smack of his palm against it, he almost lost his rigid control on his own desire. "Spread her cheeks, Colby."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Staring at her puckered hole, Jake groaned and closed his eyes for a second. To bury his cock there would be a dream come true. Not today. Today Colby would be there in her virgin hole. His time would come…soon. He spread some of the cold liquid around her anus, working it into the tissues until he could slip one finger inside her. The last thing he would ever do was hurt this woman, either physically or emotionally.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"It feels weird."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Weird?"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Good, but strange." She pushed her butt back toward him. "I need more, Jake, please."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">He pushed two fingers past the ring of muscles and she groaned her pleasure as he scissored them, working them in to spread her more. "Ready for the plug?"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Her breathing hitched as she held it for a moment before she nodded. After he removed his fingers, he pressed the lubricated plug's nose through. Delaney hissed and cried out, "Burns."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"I know, baby," Colby said, kneading the muscles of her stiff shoulders with his hands. "Relax. It will be easier."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"I'm trying."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Easy, darlin'," Jake whispered, slowly pushing the plug past the resistance until it was fully seated inside her. "Better?"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"God, it feels incredible. I'm stretched beyond belief. I have this full feeling," she murmured, rolling over onto her back.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Give me your wrists." When she complied, Colby wrapped the fur-lined cuffs on and stuck the Velcro sides together. "Lift your arms up toward the top of the bed." Colby threaded the small chain through the slats in the headboard, snapping it to each cuff.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">She pulled slightly against the restraints and shot Jake a worried look.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Too tight?"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"No, but…"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"You'll be fine. I'm not going to tie your ankles unless you don't keep your legs open." Jake spread her thighs and wiggled into position between them to lick at her pussy. "Nice." The smell of her arousal sent tingles down his spine. The glistening wetness on her pussy told him the whole scenario turned her on to screaming proportions. With a slow lick from slit to clit, her hips rose as a moan escaped her lips.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Harder, Jake."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Mmm. Mine to play with. You lie back and enjoy."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"God please," she begged, pulling at the restraints and trying to close her legs.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">He reached up to smack the inside of her thigh lightly. "Leave them open. I'm not done yet."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Don't tease me, Jake. I need this."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">The decision to not prolong her desire came with Colby's lubricated fingers against his asshole. They all needed this so badly, he knew denying their pleasure this time wouldn't be wise. "Fuck my ass, Colby." The moment the hard, broad tip of Colby's cock slowly penetrated Jake's ass, Jake sucked Delaney's clit between his lips and flicked the tip with his tongue.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Oh God, oh God, oh God!"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Cum flooded his mouth as Delaney's pussy quivered against his lips and her whimpers of ecstasy reached his ears.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Colby pounded against his ass as each hard thrust pushed Jake's tongue into Delaney's pussy. The tongue fucking prolonged her climax until she whimpered in another growing orgasm.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: left; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: left; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span >For one lucky commenter, I'll give away a choice of my backlist. Please leave a comment and your email and while you're at it, check out the links to the others participating in Sex Scene Saturday!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-align: left; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-indent: 0.3in; line-height: 150%; "><span >~ Sandy</span></p><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></div><div><span ><a href="http://jenniferarmintrout.blogspot.com">http://jenniferarmintrout.blogspot.com</a></span></div><div><a href="http://www.boonebrux.com/blog.html">http://www.boonebrux.com/blog.html</a></div><div><span ><a href="http://stellaandaudra.blogspot.com">http://stellaandaudra.blogspot.com</a></span></div><div><a href="http://tillygreene.blogspot.com">http://tillygreene.blogspot.com</a></div><div><a href="http://sasse-yvette-hines.blogspot.com/">http://sasse-yvette-hines.blogspot.com/</a></div><div style="font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></div></div>Sandy Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17943828577241346808noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584696577190818682.post-59659257876110182632012-05-18T06:00:00.001-05:002012-05-19T08:06:11.208-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTCVnCCjyMneCwXSrRWH-B9WkibOygIh57hM91hMLuDXJqAzedZurcHEQ4UWL5Ln65DPUxfvTnYt-K9LHrFxFIW9i5HjbE91Whk-4qXzUyn8NT2UzArA4hzPmSOvdXWkwC3pK0xAhys5k/s1600/Snidely.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTCVnCCjyMneCwXSrRWH-B9WkibOygIh57hM91hMLuDXJqAzedZurcHEQ4UWL5Ln65DPUxfvTnYt-K9LHrFxFIW9i5HjbE91Whk-4qXzUyn8NT2UzArA4hzPmSOvdXWkwC3pK0xAhys5k/s320/Snidely.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8xhwrVYAArHuUJRvBF1JG06VagrZwBXIv40aTQKuJaYlYGq2tI-Ju4g7zv8mdZoGxqa0YnfpTbSnnv0Pj_KETnE9QbUGx6Mgl03EM5nfTLKqsvNa6zfF5mHk0VmtJREYfjwy8ESuGuU/s1600/When+We+Meet+Again+Cover+Bookstrand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ8xhwrVYAArHuUJRvBF1JG06VagrZwBXIv40aTQKuJaYlYGq2tI-Ju4g7zv8mdZoGxqa0YnfpTbSnnv0Pj_KETnE9QbUGx6Mgl03EM5nfTLKqsvNa6zfF5mHk0VmtJREYfjwy8ESuGuU/s320/When+We+Meet+Again+Cover+Bookstrand.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">Nancy Miller (Ethan's wife from When We Meet Again)</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->1.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Are you upset your name is not in the title?</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;">Well, since you asked....yes, I am. Instead of beingcalled When We Meet Again, it should have been called How To Hurt Your WifeAgain...and Again...and Again.</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->2.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Why do you hate Brynn Saunders?</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;">Because that selfish girl would do anything to havemy husband. I've been living in her shadow since day one when I met Ethan. Hecompared me to her. He didn't make it so obvious but I knew. I saw the longstares off into nowhere and I knew he was thinking of her.</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->3.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Do you have a love interest or are you forced tobe alone?</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;">No, I do not *wipes nose with a Kleenex* I am beingforced to be alone. I mean *cries* who's going to want me? A middle-aged woman with two children. ((Yells))See what you have done to me you little tramp. Now I'm a washed up menopausalmother with no one to love me. </div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->4.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Do you have any annoying habits your author didnot share with us in your book?</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;">No! I am the victim in all this. There is nothing wrongwith me!</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->5.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Did you get the revenge you wanted?</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;">Revenge? Why Heavens no. Not that I haven't thoughtabout it mind you. But what good would it do. </div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->6.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->A<a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=3584696577190818682&postID=5965925787611018263" name="_GoBack"></a>re you happy with theprofession your author chose for you and why?</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;">Profession? I don't have a profession. I was a happystay-at-home mother until that Jezebel came along. Now I have to work.((harrumph)) Now I have to actually work.</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->7.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Would you like to be taller, blonder, thinner orsmarter than you have been portrayed?</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;">Why? *looks down at her body* Is there something wrong with me? Doesn't myplain appearance, frumpiness and graying hair appeal to you? Plus, why would Iwant to look like Brynn. The perfect one. All blonde, the perfect voluptuousfigure. </div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->8.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Are you planning to make an appearance in asequel? </div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;">Sequel? Why in the Hell would I put myself throughthat torture. Goodness no! I don't think my delicate psyche could handle beingbetrayed and tossed aside like trash again.</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->9.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Now for a personal question. Did you get any sexin the book? Was it enough or would you have liked more? </div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;">Maybe if I had gotten a little I would be back for asequel. More? I don't know about that. I am what most would consider a prude. Imean, sex was great in the beginning of mine and Ethan's relationship but astime goes on, sex becomes less and less important. I am quite content beingsex-free.</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->10.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Didyou get to kiss the hero/heroine?</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;">Only when I had to. I mean, we were married afterall. The only time I do recall actually kissing him was when we had sex thatnight after I conceived our firstborn. Then it was downhill after that.</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->11.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Didyou kill anyone? Did you want to?</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;">Oh my! No, I most certainly did not! Not to say thatthe thought hadn't crossed my mind a time or two.</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->12.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Didyou spread any nasty rumors? </div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;">Of course I did. But the damn author chose not tobroadcast that. I did a mighty fine job too. I can't even get credit for itthough. Not in written word. </div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->13.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Didyou lie?</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;">Lie? Who? Me? Well, I guess if you consider... No. Idid not. That is not my personality to take advantage of someone. *smugly looksaway*</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->14.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Howmany re-writes did you have to live through?</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;">Oh, the torture! More times than I care to remember.Like I really wanted to relive thosescenes more than once.</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->15.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Didyour author listen to you when you tried to redirect her/him?</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;">Absolutely not! I tried to get the author to see mypoint of view but it was fruitless. I mean, why did I have to be hurt in allthis. I wanted a happily ever after ending. I guess Ethan and Brynn got one butI didn't. So not fair! *crosses arms and pouts* </div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->16.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Didyou get enough time in the story or do you feel shortchanged?</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;">Enough time? Even katydids have a longer life spanthan I had getting my time in this book. I swear! The time I was allotted waspathetic!</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->17.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Doyou want your story to become a series with you as a recurring character?</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;">I would love to have revenge... I mean, I would lovethe opportunity to have a story with my point of view and what I had gonethrough. Seems so one-sided.</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left; text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]-->18.<span style="font-size: 7pt;"> </span><!--[endif]-->Didyou fight much with your author or did you two see eye-to-eye?</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: left;">Her? She had a one track mind. Get Ethan and Brynntogether and forget the rest of the world. It's always about Brynn and what shewants and screw everyone who gets in her way.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">A PDF copy of When We Meet Again is being given away- justleave a comment for your chance to win with a valid email address. Contestwinner will be announced Monday, May 7. Good luck!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://dawneprochilo.blogspot.com/">http://dawneprochilo.blogspot.com</a> </div><div><br /></div>Please visit the other participants in the Villain-tines Blog Hop at:<div><br /></div><div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28px; background-color: rgb(165, 240, 254); line-height: 22px; ">Imogene Nix <a href="http://www.imogenenix.blogspot.com/" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: Arial; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(145, 54, 173); background-color: rgb(236, 240, 239); text-align: left; text-indent: 21.6pt; ">http://www.imogenenix.blogspot.com</a></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 28px; background-color: rgb(165, 240, 254); line-height: 22px; "><span lang="EN-US"></span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-indent: 28px; background-color: rgb(236, 240, 239); clear: none; font-family: Arial; line-height: 22px; "><span lang="EN-US">Cynthia Arsuaga<a href="http://www.romanticwordsbycynthia.blogspot.com/" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: 'Century Gothic', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(145, 54, 173); ">http://www.romanticwordsbycynthia.blogspot.com</a></span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-indent: 28px; background-color: rgb(236, 240, 239); clear: none; font-family: Arial; line-height: 22px; "><span lang="EN-US">Mike Arsuaga<a href="http://mikearsuaga.weebly.com/blog.HTML" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: 'Century Gothic', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(145, 54, 173); ">http://mikearsuaga.weebly.com/blog.HTML</a></span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-indent: 28px; background-color: rgb(236, 240, 239); clear: none; font-family: Arial; line-height: 22px; "><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Tabitha Shay </span><a href="http://tabithashay.blogspot.com/" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(145, 54, 173); ">http://tabithashay.blogspot.com</a></span><br /><span lang="EN-US">Sandy Sullivan <a href="http://tabithashay.blogspot.com/" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(145, 54, 173); ">http://sandysullivanauthor.blogspot.co.uk/</a></span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-indent: 28px; background-color: rgb(236, 240, 239); clear: none; font-family: Arial; line-height: 22px; "><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Jean Joachim </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia; "></span><a href="http://www.jeanjoachim.blogspot.com/" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: Georgia; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(145, 54, 173); background-color: white; ">http://www.jeanjoachim.blogspot.com</a></span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-indent: 28px; background-color: rgb(236, 240, 239); clear: none; font-family: Arial; line-height: 22px; "><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Marie DuFour </span><a href="http://marierosedufour.blogspot.com/" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(145, 54, 173); ">http://marierosedufour.blogspot.com</a><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "></span></span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-indent: 28px; background-color: rgb(236, 240, 239); clear: none; font-family: Arial; line-height: 22px; "><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Dawne Prochilo </span><a href="http://dawneprochilo.blogspot.com/" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(145, 54, 173); ">http://dawneprochilo.blogspot.com</a></span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-indent: 28px; background-color: rgb(236, 240, 239); clear: none; font-family: Arial; line-height: 22px; "><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Sandy Sullivan</span><a href="http://sandysullivanauthor.blogspot.com/" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(145, 54, 173); ">http://sandysullivanauthor.blogspot.com</a></span></div><div style="font-size: 15px; text-indent: 28px; background-color: rgb(236, 240, 239); clear: none; font-family: Arial; line-height: 22px; "><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Kellie Kamryn </span><a href="http://www.kelliekamryn.blogspot.com/" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(145, 54, 173); ">http://www.kelliekamryn.blogspot.com</a></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; text-indent: 28px; background-color: rgb(236, 240, 239); clear: none; line-height: 22px; "><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">Shannon West</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; "><a href="http://remyshannon.weebly.com/shannons-blog.html" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: 'Century Gothic', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(4, 140, 152); ">http://remyshannon.weebly.com/shannons-blog.html </a></span></span><br /><span lang="EN-US"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; ">Kenzie Michaels<a href="http://kenziemichaels.blogspot.com/" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: 'Century Gothic', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(4, 140, 152); "> http://kenziemichaels.blogspot.com</a></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Sandy Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17943828577241346808noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584696577190818682.post-87359530747300735022012-05-13T08:18:00.002-05:002012-05-13T08:20:00.530-05:00<span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">And the winner of yesterday Sexy Scene Saturday drawing is.... </span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">lisawolphcall@bellsouth.net</span></span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Congrats Lisa and watch for an email from me shortly.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Thank you everyone for your great comments about my sex scene. I appreciate you all tremendously.</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >Sandy<br /></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span ><span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 18px;"><br /></span></span></div></div>Sandy Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17943828577241346808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3584696577190818682.post-37002921693958514312012-05-12T04:00:00.001-05:002012-05-12T07:31:58.641-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJgjp0gQV0qsFJKcvA7_00UgRkc02Eh6WjKf3zUuOGDtvmaJ201xc1YSCgdEJV9s4MrW21H4ArbEG1SrqYJU2_HqB6cciLADX8p9apvlY7wwArlEKeyW1LzQv-beKAOb46AxCSMZixJc/s1600/Stakin%2527+His+Claim+Cover+Final.jpg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCJgjp0gQV0qsFJKcvA7_00UgRkc02Eh6WjKf3zUuOGDtvmaJ201xc1YSCgdEJV9s4MrW21H4ArbEG1SrqYJU2_HqB6cciLADX8p9apvlY7wwArlEKeyW1LzQv-beKAOb46AxCSMZixJc/s200/Stakin%2527+His+Claim+Cover+Final.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5741080698519746002" /></a><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br />Sex Scene Saturday ~ Corey and Marissa</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></div><div><a href="http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=28&products_id=316" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=28&products_id=316</a> <div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Cool air wafted across her breasts as the buttons down the front of her blouse released one by one under his fingers. The moment the front gaped open, he pushed it over her shoulders. He released the clasp on the front of her bra so her breasts now hung free.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"I want your skin against mine."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Next, she felt his fingers at the waistband of her pants, flicking the button free. Her pants and underwear pooled around her boots. She quickly toed them off and kicked off her clothing.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"God, you're gorgeous. Your skin is like silk."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">A soft whimper escaped her mouth when he nipped at the flesh over her collarbone, and then soothed away the sting with his tongue.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"I need you to do something."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"What?" she asked, drawing a fortifying breath to steady her shattering resolve.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Tighten this binder around me."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">He slowly kissed his way down her chest, stopping to flick her nipple with his tongue for a moment before continuing down her abdomen, until he sat on the edge of the bed. He quickly struggled out of his shirt so she could help him with the binding. He couldn't make love tonight or anytime over the next couple of weeks, so she felt safe enough standing in all her nakedness. She quickly stripped off the elastic binder as he groaned in pain. "You probably should take a pain pill."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"I will in a bit. There's something I need to do first," he said as she retightened it around his chest.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Better?"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Yes."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">Seconds later, she squealed when he tumbled her flat out across the bed. "What are you doing?"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Takin' care of you." He kissed his way across her chest, stopping to lick and nip at her nipples. The warmth of his mouth slid down her stomach until he knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed. His callused roughened palms slipped under her to pull her so her butt sat right on the edge. "Much better."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">He spread her thighs with his massive shoulders, leaving her open and vulnerable to his stare. "Corey, I…"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Sshh."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">The first nip on her right inner thigh made her yelp before a moan escaped her lips. Hot breath fanning over her pussy had her attempting to pull her legs together. But the man was determined. The first brush of his tongue on the outer lips of her pussy drew her head back as she arched into his touch. "Ahhh…"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">"Nice, but I think you can do better, darlin'."<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"">His wicked tongue danced over her outer pussy lips before he took a long, slow lick from slit to clit. "God, you taste amazing."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span >~ Sandy</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span >P.S. One lucky commenter will win their choice of my backlist so make sure to leave your email address!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: 21.55pt; line-height: 150%; "><span style="font-size:12.0pt; line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman","serif""><br /></span></p></div></div>Sandy Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17943828577241346808noreply@blogger.com5