Friday, December 31, 2010

Friday Flirts - Last Post of 2010...

No it's not the last post of my blogging career. (I hope you aren't sad about that.)

But it is the last blog post of 2010 for me. Sniffle, sniffle.

So for my final post (of '10), I'm going to leave you with a yummy pic and a little update.

Update: I started working on the NASCAR novella I wrote over five years ago. Same characters, but slightly enhanced plot. If you've read Monday Moans, you've met the driver and the owner (hero and heroine). I'm really excited to get moving on this story and hope to sub it in early 2011.

I gave my high school reunion story to my CP and should get that back soon. I have no idea if it's even near submission ready. Guess I'll find out. But it's a favorite (aren't they all), so I'll give it my best when I get it back.

I'm going to finish my menage story this coming month. I've put my mind to it.

That's it for the updates. Now for the hottie.



Happy, Sexy New Year!!!!

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Thank You Thursday - Christmas Edition

Actually this is for the new year, but I wanted to mention the things I've been thankful for in the past year. I'm not real good at Thursday Thirteen, but I'll give it a shot.


13. My Sony E-Reader - what a great invention. I can take a gadjillion books with me and it's about the size of a trade paperback. Mine's black, but you get the idea.

12. Snoopy Fuzzy Sleep Pants - warm, cozy, and adorable. Can't be beat.

11.Cell phones - I accidentally washed my brand new one last December. Yeah, wasn't my best move. Thankfully it wasn't a super expensive phone, but it was the principle of the thing.


10. My iPod - tunes make the world go round and add to the general inspiration for my stories. Without my iPod, I'd be stuck using my Walkman and yes, I have the CD version of a Walkman still. (I even know what a turntable is and the pain of changing a record needle because it wore down too far. Beat that.)

9. The Internet -- wonderful thing, the internet. I can talk to mom without leaving the house and annoy the BFF in far, far away land. At the same time. I can look at things that would make most blush and then turn around and write the stories in my head.

8. My Laptop - take it with me, write what I want when I want and it keeps my legs warm.


7. NASCAR!!! Heck yeah. You thought I could make a list without it? What else would I do on Friday nights and Sunday afternoons? Keep in mind. I can't just sit and watch a race. I have to have a notebook or my laptop open.Heaven knows I can't write (or when I was in school, do homework) without noise.


6. Gary Allan - the guy writes and plays the music of my career and my life. Trust me, you should listen to him, too.

5. Editors past - I know it sounds like the Ghost of Christmas past, but I'm telling you, a good editor is like gold. You never want to lose them. Thankfully even though mine might not be editing right now, I still have her as a friend. Best thing in the world.

4. Editors present - Yes, it truly sucks ogre balls when you get a rejection letter, but editors, though occasionally the bane of the author's existence, is truly an asset. I've got some fantastic editors (even when they reject/ask for revisions). They know what they're doing and help me to shine as an author. (Did I meet the butt kissing quota yet? )


3. My BFF - She's like family. She knows me better than just about everyone (except maybe Dh). She's seen me with my hair down and laughed when I shouted one of the most oddball things in pubic. (Yes, I'm talking about lube.) We can bounce things off each other (let me tell you, it's a sight to see) and be sarcastic. She's the Shawn to my Gus...or is it the Gus to my Shawn...not sure......


2. Contracts - yuppers, I wouldn't be here talking to you without the drive and the contracts. I love my publishers and my editors. They had the faith in me to give me a chance. I love my readers and hope they continue to find my writing interesting enough to come back for more. Yes readers, I love you.

1. My family - no one else (save for BFF) puts up with me, can time that time of the month so distinctly, knows when to make me laugh, take me to dinner, and (sigh) put me in my place. They know when to give me an 'atta girl, too. Love ya!

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

What the Wednesdays - Christmas Cookies!!!!


My what the Wednesday is about Christmas Cookies. You're probably wondering why I'd complain about something wonderful, like cookies. I'm confused about it, too. I love Christmas cookies. Can't wait for the season because--duh--there are cookies.


Sprinkles, colored frosting, chocolate. Yeah, there's lots to sample and even better places to eat cookies off of. Don't give me that look. I know you've considered licking the sprinkles off someone's chest after eating cookies. And if you haven't--you should try. It's fun.



My what the? is the subsequent guilt. Duh. We have all these wonderful commercials reminding the public at large to restrict our diets and watch what we eat. I agree to an extent. Eat everything, but in moderation. Makes perfect sense. I adhere to this theory. But man oh man, does there have to be so many yummy cookies to try? Boggles the mind.


Oh well. Never let it be said I didn't eat, drink, be merry. (And if you ask Sandy Sullivan just how merry I can be, I'll lie. Yes, I'll fib right through my teeth.)


Here's to a Happy New Year full of cookies and good cheer. Sorry, didn't mean to get crumbs all over everything. No, I lied. I'll be in the corner licking the crumbs...off him.

Monday, December 27, 2010

Monday Moans

So I thought today I'd give the characters the day off and write a Monday Moan of my own. I know. Why listen to me when one of my heroes has his day? I often wonder the same thing. But you have to remember. My guys and gals sometimes need time off, too.

Hence the idea for this Moan. Instead of a moan like a hubba hubba, this one's a Monday Moan like in my local paper. (Except, this one is about the characters.)

It's the holidays, and you'd think the characters would be all active. You know, that whole concept that I have time to write and time to play with them.

NOOOOOOOOOOOO...

So, fine. I didn't get out the paper, the computer, the pens...nothing for a couple days. Oh baby did they crab. Hee hee. Worked though. They came out, played, and informed me they wanted their stories told. (yes, I'm grinning from ear to ear because of my own creativity)

I also got on iTunes and played. That was a lot of fun. I find sometimes the characters react to certain songs. Works really well if its something a little funky and off-beat. For example, I watched Shrek 2 since it was on tv and youngling wanted to watch it. Talk about some great songs. And with no notebook, pen or laptop handy, characters chattered. Tucker and Megan FINALLY told me what they wanted to do and how their story would work out.

Well, I guess this wasn't so much of a crab fest as I'd expected. Works for me. I'm off to spend my giftcards for books. (Did you think I'd get something more....utilitarian? Come on. This is me. I'd breathe, sleep, and immerse myself in books if it were possible. Duh.)

Friday, December 24, 2010

Merry Christmas...Eve!!!


Since I won't be blogging tomorrow, I'm wishing you and yours a Merry Christmas full of lots of wonderful things to unwrap.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Thank You Thursday! New Book Video!!!

Thanks to Goddess Fish for creating this book video for my February release Careless Whisper. It's fantastic!



Tell me what you think! (Oh and I love the muscle man shot that it's paused on. )

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

All I Want For Christmas....Finale!



Sweet sugarplum pie.

Few people had the power to commit Santa to the naughty list. Actually—just one. Jessica. The sheer material captured her breasts, but left nothing to his imagination. The crimson in her cheeks and her supine position in the chair meant one thing. He finally got his Christmas wish—well, one of them.

He’d captured her in the midst of pleasuring herself.

His tongue thickened in his mouth. He needed to taste her, but damn if he could make my lips move. She captured his breath with a smile and his cock hardened behind his zipper. The fuzzy red pants might have kept him warm during the deliveries constricted around his legs. He should shrug out of his jacket, but damned if he could move.

Jessica licked her lips and his dick jerked. The marabou dusted her hips as she stood. “Reindeer got your tongue?”

Her action jolted him into action. Nodding, Nick crossed the space to her and wrapped her in his arms. Jessica squealed.

“I caught you in the act,” he murmured against her neck. Her vanilla scent curled around him as he nuzzled the delicate skin. “I like it.” He palmed her ass, adding quick swats to accentuate his words. “You’ve made the naughty list, my love.”

“Not yet.” She disengaged from his arms and stepped back two feet. Taking a ribbon of silk in each hand, she tugged open the bow between her breasts. The diaphanous material skimmed down her shoulders and pooled at her feet, leaving her in the tiny thong.

Nick rubbed his cock. “Come here.” The logs on the fire crackled. Heat engulfed the room, but nothing like the flames of desire licking his body from within.

“For my present?” Jessica bridged the gap and dropped to her knees. She stared up at him with wide eyes as her fingers worked the zipper on his now snug pants.

“Jessica.” He groaned as she reached into his trousers and removed his cock. Nick thrust his fingers into her hair when she nuzzled the engorged flesh. “Take me in your mouth, love.”

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants.

“No love. Like this.” He released her hair and stilled her movements. “You look beautiful on your knees.”

Jessica cupped his balls as she kissed the crown of his dick, lapping the come from the tip. She encased him in her mouth and hummed, the vibration going straight from his penis to deep in his belly. Love and lust flooded his body and tightened in his balls. His head lolled on his shoulders. Her tongue curled around the tip of his cock, swathing him in her liquid heat.

“Jess.” He pistoned his hips, fucking her mouth and teetering on the edge of oblivion. He swayed on his feet. “Too much, sweets, but damn it feels good.”

As the orgasm built in his veins, Jessica released him with a smacking pop.
Gasping, Nick stared at her through heavily lidded eyes. The first fingers of sunlight stretched across the room and illuminated her blond hair, giving her the look of a halo. His wife might be pure of heart, but she was far from angelic. “If I am on the naughty list, I believe I need a reprimand.”

Nick shivered and sat down in the armchair. “Come here.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Jessica crawled across his lap, her ass proudly displayed. Nick slapped the creamy flesh, leaving a pink handprint. “You forgot the rules.”

“Punish me.” She wiggled her ass, pinning his dick between the fur lining his coat and her heated skin. “Please?”

He grabbed the beautician’s shears on her makeup table. “You give me no choice.” He snipped the expensive silk, leaving her bottom completely nude. Cream from her pussy dampened his thigh. “My Jessica.” He smacked her butt four more times, twice per cheek.

Her moans filled the room and her hips pumped on his lap. “Fuck me, Nick.” Jessica peeked over her shoulder, her eyes twinkling. “I need to feel you inside me.”

“Stand, my love.” When Jessica did as told, Nick kissed the tender flesh. He wrapped his hand around his erection, coating himself in his liquid excitement. “Turn around.”

He gasped as she straddled his lap. Using both hands, she positioned him at her opening. Jessica slid down on his length, burying him to the hilt in her moist heat. Balls drawn tight, he wouldn’t last long. Nick tweaked her turgid nipples. He sucked one hard tip between his lips. The taste of sweat and vanilla exploded on his tongue. Releasing her, he tugged hard on her hips and began to pump into her body.

Jessica twined her arms around his neck and feathered kisses over his face. “I love you, Nick.”

“I love you, too, Jess.” Nick surged upward and emptied his seed into her womb. His heart thundered as he sank back in the chair and cuddled her. With Jess, every orgasm rocked him to the core.

“Merry Christmas, Nick.” Her breath fanned on his skin. “Did you like your present?”

“This is what I wanted for Christmas.” He sighed, his body relaxing. Sleep beckoned. “Loving my wife, seeing her hot for me. It’s all I wanted and more.” He chuckled and toyed with the destroyed satin. “Seems I ruined the gift I gave you.”

“You made up for it.” Jessica kissed him, stroking the hairs at the back of his neck. Her tongue tangled with his as she dropped her hands and unbuttoned his jacket. She spread her hands over his undershirt. “Let’s go to bed. You’ve earned a long winter’s nap and I’m getting cold.”

He scooted forward in the chair and kept her in his arms. “After we make love three or four more times, chilly girl.” Nick stood and strolled to the bed. “I’m not nearly done warming you up and exploring your many gifts.”

Jessica giggled and tumbled against the sheets. “The greatest gifts are always worth sharing.”

“Merry Christmas, baby.”
* * *


Merry Christmas to all, and to all a steamy, sexy night!!

W.Z

Monday, December 20, 2010

Monday Moans!

Hi! I'm Daisy Greene and it's my turn to do Monday Moans. Really, Julian wanted to be here, but if he was, then this post wouldn't end. He loves to talk. It also happens to be a bit late for him. He's crashed out already. I'm not surprised. It takes a lot of out a guy to follow my boring self around all night and to survive on blood.

Oh...I forgot to tell you. He's a vampire. Tall, inky black hair that falls across his brow...fiery blue eyes, perpetual five o'clock shadow, and lots of chiseled muscle. Oh! And he's my protector.

I haven't said anything to him, but I'm glad he's my shadow. I'm scared to tell him the God's honest truth: I love him.

I know, I'm a boring, run-of-the-mill art student trying to be somebody. I'll be the first to admit, I'm cute, but I'm not gonna stop traffic. Put me in four inch heels and a little black dress... I'll fall on my face. Give me charcoals, a 18"x 24" piece of cardstock and a nude and let me wear sloppy clothes so I won't mess anything up and I'm golden. I'm a very simple girl.

But there's a slight issue.

For all my simplicity, there's this vampire who wants me. No, not Julian. I couldn't be that lucky. No, this one is Andreas. I'll be honest. He scares me. Keeps saying he needs me (me?) to populate his race. I've done some research. Vampires can't populate with humans. They can't populate with other vampires. Vampires must be made. I don't want to be made. (Ok, Julian could change my mind, but since that's not in the cards, we won't go there.) So I have no idea what he means. And yeah, it's scary.

But I've got to get to an exam. One more and it's Winter Break (a.k.a. Christmas Vacation!!!!).

See ya!

Friday, December 17, 2010

Friday Flirts

**Sigh**

Yanno, I hate edits. Strike that. Actually, I love edits. Edits make a story more than it was. They help shape and craft what was once raggedy into something tight and fluent. So, I lied. They aren't that bad.


But I find it's hard to get down in the dumps about them. Sometimes it seems like they never seem to end and there's not a light at the end of the tunnel. Then again, some are a breeze. Oh well.

I've decided one of my resolutions (and no, I rarely make resolutions) is to turn the frown upside down. Yup. I've noticed in the last few months, things career-wise (I say that loosely, because I'm still not totally in belief that being an author is a career--it feels more like finding my pals and taking them out to play) are looking fantastic. With 5 releases this year, I'm doing well. I'm getting better at promo and finding my way sales-wise. But in general, I've had a hard time. Yes, I love to laugh, and be silly, and have a good time. It just seems that I find myself so bogged down in the little things, I've forgotten what it is to smile a little bit. Call it confessions of the seasonally depressed.

But this is Friday Flirts, not Ramblings Day (I dunno if there is such a thing, but hey, who says I can't invent one). So, here's the flirts:


I have a couple paranormal stories I'm working on. I finally got them out of the dust and have twiddled bit to see if they are something to make a go on. The cat is sitting next to me kneading the pillow. He's suggested I resurrect one of my kitty shifter stories. We'll have to see.


I'm also working with Megan to get a couple of her stories in shape. She's got a great M/M story going and a bdsm vampire one that with a little tweaking will be really cool.

I'm going to finish "All I Want For Christmas" this weekend for posting on Wednesday. Hope you enjoyed. I'm also going to post it on the site and make it a page here on the blog.


Whew. Going back over the post and reading what I have going makes *me* tired. I'm going to hunt down some hot cocoa and find the notebooks I need to get moving.

Enjoy!

(and 9 shopping days until Christmas! Consider an ereader or ebooks! I've got some great suggestions for my books and some by other authors I think you'll love!)

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Thank You Thursday - Review for Steamy Reunion by Jambrea Jo Jones

I'm making another recommendation. I just read this book, and let me tell you, I needed a cool drink and a moment to hunt down the DH.


Steamy Reunion by Jambrea Jo Jones
Ellora's Cave
Contemporary
38 pages
m/m, anal sex

Ambrose Firth hated high school, so why is he contemplating going to his fifteen-year reunion? One name—Noah Winters. Noah stars in many of Ambrose’s wet dreams, but the man was a jock, and in high school, Ambrose was a geek. Not anymore. But he isn’t dating anyone either. Not wanting to seem desperate, he does what any self-respecting gay man would—he hires an escort.


Noah is everything Ambrose remembered—and then some. With a little push from his “date”, Ambrose determines to decipher the mixed messages Noah’ s been sending all night. Imagine Ambrose’s surprise when Noah can’t keep his hands off him. But Ambrose wants more than just a romp. Noah better hold on for a steamy reunion.


Ambrose Firth is all grown up and man is he looking hot. Noah Winters has no idea what he's up against. Throw in a fairy gay father and you've got yourself a hot story.

Jambrea Jo Jones isn't one to skimp on the story. I was pulled in from page one and instantly took a shine to Ambrose. He might have grown up, but the high school kid who spent way too much time being picked on still lives inside. I felt for him. He was an underdog and managed to make something of himself.

Noah makes a fine hero because he, too, deals with things we've all had to go through--the pains of high school and fitting in. But when he set his mind to getting what he wanted, man, oh, man, it was hot. I read and reread this story, savoring it each time.

If you want a book that's sure to tug at your heart and make your blood heat, this is the book for you.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

All I Want for Christmas...part one

I thought for a small gift to my readers and fans, I'd pen a short Christmas story. It's a hot one. So grab a Hot Toddy, find a blanket--or better yet, the lap of the one you love--and settle in for the first part of a hot Christmas night.




How to give the man the perfect gift?

Jessica adjusted the bow between her breasts. Nick should arrive at any moment from his yearly ride. Sure, she loved knowing he made millions of people--namley children--very happy. But spending time making toys of all shapes and sizes for more than just kids...well, it took lots of time. She didn't mind sharing him. The world loved him.

Problem was, so did she. And a girl could get pretty lonely on Christmas Even when the man she loved wasn't home.

She smoothed the straps over her shoulders. The marabou at her hips tickled her sensitive skin. Running her fingers over the slippery skirt, she danced to a song only she could hear as she peered at her reflection in the mirror. Her nipples puckered in the chilly air. She bit her bottom lip and stole a look at the clock.

He'd be back soon. Magic and glitter sparkled in the air.

What if he walked in? Jessica glanced at the door. Silence filled the air. Hmmm. She rubbed her thighs together. Just a touch. Wouldn’t hurt anything. Might even take the edge off. She sat down in the overstuffed rocker and her legs fell open. The spicy scent of her arousal filled the air. Her damp panties clung to the slick skin.

Everyone spent time on the Naughty List.

She snorted. It wasn’t like she’d never touched herself. But to have him walk in? Talk about happy accidents. She grabbed the remote next to the chair and clicked on music. Holly jolly Christmas tunes blared from the three foot speakers. She scrunched her nose and adjusted the sound. Flicking through the discs, she debated her choices. Definitely something...throbbing. Lots of bass. The first strains of a deep guitar lick started and she nodded.

The remote slipped from her fingers as she eased back in the chair. Her eyelids drooped. He might not be home yet, but damn if she’d waste the moment. She untied the chemise with one hand and placed her other hand at the thin band of her panties.

Thumps on the rooftop signaled his arrival. Always the showman. She snickered and caressed her mound. People saw Nick and projected their vision of the jolly old elf. No one really knew the dashing sleigh driver never aged past thirty-two. His hair wasn’t white and his belly certainly didn’t jiggle.

Ah, the wonders of fantasy and projection. She moaned and tugged the skimpy satin aside, plunging two fingers into her silky depths. Nick embodied the wonders of the season and the best of human nature. Her nipples pebbled as footfalls echoed in the hallway. Far from a saint, he made her holiday wishes come true over and over. Didn’t hurt he knew quite a bit of magic. And the magic he did with her body.

She closed her eyes and licked her lips, imaging Nick wasn’t in the other room conferring with the elves but rather in the bedroom with her, making her Christmas wishes come true. She gasped and bucked her hips, fucking her fingers.

“Nick,” she murmured and plucked her nipple, so close to going over the edge into ecstasy. “Oh!”
Voices from the other room broke into her sensual fog. She stilled. Oh shit. Having the elves hear her wasn’t on the agenda. She brushed an errant lock of hair from her eyes and strained to listen for him. The voices died away into nothing. The refrigerator door thunked shut and glass clinked in the other room. His milk and cookies. How man could sustain himself on confections never ceased to amaze her. Instead of standing before the fire as she’d planned, Jessica placed the satin back over pussy and hooked her leg over the arm of the chair. Her climax could wait for him. Hell, she wanted it that way.

The door opened and electricity zinged through her veins. Nick strode into their bedroom, his coat dusted with snow. He slid the hat off his head. “My love, you waited up.” Amber and jade sparkled in his eyes as a grin kinked his mouth. “For me?”

She swallowed past the lump in her throat. Love and lust crashed within her body. “This is our night. I’ll always wait for you.”

* * *

Monday, December 13, 2010

Monday Moans

**Snap**...**Snap***

Ugh, I thought I unloaded the paparazzi back in Indiana. Guess I didn't. Hang on.

(checking teeth for lipstick and finger-combing hair...quick spritz of perfume)

Ok, I'm ready. I can see you grinning. Yes, it's me. Jade Weir. Sorry. I'm not going by that name any longer. Nope. It doesn't really fit. And no, I didn't have a breakdown or decide to reinvent myself--well not totally.

My name is really Jaden Haydenweir. I grew up on and around the movie lots in California. My dad, Rexx Weir made sure I cut my teeth on acting. Never said I was any good at it. My biggest claim to fame is simply being the daughter of a magazine mogul. Sure, I tried to act for a while. I even did some modeling. Turns out, people only wanted me for my pictures and the name recognition.

Such a rip-off.

Anyway, I'm back in Crawford, Ohio. A certain man of the law told me to come back any time. His door was always open. I hope so. I finally got my head screwed on straight and am ready to have a life that doesn't consist of camera flashes and people shouting my name...unless the sheriff's deputy wants to do the calling...er...um...

Anyway, I need to get moving. If I linger too long, Judi will wonder where I am.

**Air Kissses**

Friday, December 10, 2010

Friday Flirts

Ah, it's that time of the week again. Friday Flirts. YAY!

Yeah, I'm actually pretty excited about it. I have a ton of work in progress, but I decided there were a couple things that needed said. Yessir.

First: Tangled Up came back for first edits. Not too bad which made my day. Turned back and waiting for second round.

Farmer. Oh, how I had high hopes for you, dear story. But there also comes a time when one has to step back and say, yanno, this just isn't working. (Doesn't hurt if one has this blugeoned over one's head more than once by a very tenderhearted, but honest CP). So on the shelf you go.

I decided since he went on the shelf, one of my shelved stories was coming back out. Last year, I penned a tale of high school reunion. Seeing as my 15 yr is coming up soon, I thought it was a great story. Is it? No clue. I put it in the hands of a couple CPs. We'll see. (Fingers crossed it doesn't suck.)

Jade/Marlon have been submitted. And that's all I'm gonna say about them.

That's all for now. I have to get working on a couple other WIP's. The characters get cranky when they think they've been ignored. (Which, in their minds, is often.)

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Thank You Thursday - A Review !

Today for Thank You Thursday, I thought I'd post a peer review. I love to read and when I happen across books by people I know, it's even better. It's been said, reviews can be dangerous or they can be delicious. I hope I share some yummy goodness on Thursdays with books I own and love. So yeah, I had to share the reading joy!


Lust Me, Trust Me by Jessica Jarman
Total-E-Bound Publishing
Contemporary, Paranormal, Action/Adventure, Suspense
51 pgs

Book one in the Into the Shadows Series

Thrust into a dark world of vampires, Sarah has to make a life or death decision—can she trust a man who is the very thing that almost killed her?

As an operative for the Triumvirate, Fen has always focused on his mission. His current task is to find Tynan, a vampire suspected of going rogue, and his pregnant girlfriend and bring them before the Triumvirate. When he finds the vampire brutally murdered, his focus turns to the girl. Did she run or was she captured by whoever killed Tynan?

Sarah Feeney just wants to disappear. After barely surviving the horrific attack with Tynan, she is trying to fade into the background and simply stay alive. When she comes face to face with Fen, he claims to be on her side. She can't deny the attraction between them. But after all she's been through, can she go from lust to trust with the vampire? Her decision could very well kill her.


When the chips are down, this is one man you want in your corner. Fenlon is a vampire I want on my back in any tough situation.

Ms. Jarman had me hooked from page one with tight writing and great world building. Within a matter of sentences, I felt like I was a part of Fen and Jae's world. The suspense hit all the right notes and the sex? Can you say scorching?

As a hero, you don't get much better than Fen. He's determined, lethal, and just plain sexy. When he's got his target, hell hath no fury. I loved that he fought against his baser instinct for her. Even alpha's have soft sides. Jae is a great balance for Fen and I have to admit, I want to see this poor guy get his own story.

Sarah makes a wonderful heroine. Sure, she's gotten herself into a tough situation, but we can relate to her. Ok, not the vampire part, but the devotion to family and the fear factor. I felt her fear as if I were in her shoes and that's a hard feat for authors to accomplish. Kudos to Ms. Jarman. I liked that Sarah isn't one to back down. She gives Fen a run for his money and it's wonderful to read.

If you want a book with steamy sex in the shower, a couple of bites for good measure, and an alpha that's--enter silly pun--to die for, then you need to read Lust Me, Trust Me. It's a great read.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

What the? Wednesdays - Snow!!!

I live in an area of the country where we get snow. You'd think I'd be used to it. Might even be good at driving in it.

You'd be wrong.

I like LOOKING at snow. I like seeing it fall on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day while I am inside WATCHING it.

Do I like driving in it? Not on your life. I can drive in snow, but if I don't have to, I'm much happier.

And it snowed today. Well, it started Sunday and hasn't stopped yet. Sigh. It's nice because then I don't have to take the youngling to school (SNOW DAY!!!) and then I can stay in and write. But with family in, then I can't write because family tends to read over the shoulder.

So I'm at a temporary stand still. Oh well.

It's nearly Christmas. I can't complain. In fact, I might have to go outside and make a snowman.

Ta!

Monday, December 6, 2010

Monday Moans

I didn't do a Monday Moan today because my character, Gypsy, didn't show up. Imagine that. I trust her to follow a schedule and she bails. Oh well. I've got a great Tasty Tuesday lined up and hopefully either she'll cooperate on Wednesday or Thursday. Wouldn't cooperation be a thank you?

Saturday, December 4, 2010

A Review!!!

I gotta hand it to google alerts. I didn't think I'd find ME in them. Really. I'd like to think my books are good and people love them, but in reality, I have no idea until I get a review back. Sometimes this is a good thing. I was really surprised in the review for Learning How to Bend from Whipped Cream. I've had others that made me cry.

So imagine my shock and happiness when I got this little doozy in my alerts:
http://skipmaslan.blogspot.com/2010/12/youll-think-of-me-by-wendi-zwaduk.html

Skip's Reading - Whispers in the Dark:
You'll Think of Me by Wendi Zwaduk was a wonderful read! The story was moving and gripping and kept you reaching for more. The characters were strong and full and deep and it was easy to identify with them and feel their pain and joy. A great story and one I can definitely recommend!

Why thank you Skip. I appreciate it. Made my day!!!

Friday, December 3, 2010

Friday Flirts

Friday Flirts.

I wanted to have something fantastic to post today. I did. I feel sometimes like I'm falling a tad short.

Ok, so what am I working on?

Still have the NASCAR book in the works. I want to get farther on it. We'll see. Time is a minimum.

Halfway through the menage story. It sorta got kicked to the back burner. I'll get there.

Got PRM sent to the editor. I won't even hazard a guess on that one. Lest time I did, I fell flat on my face. What have I learned? Mum is the word. :)

Farmer is with CP, so he's at a stand-still. No worries.

I think that's all right now.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Thank you Thursday

I wanted to share something to be thankful for...



Six pack abs.




Wednesday, December 1, 2010

What the? Wednesday...Shoving in the Store

I guess Wednesday is soap box day, but I have to talk about this. Why is it when people are in a store, getting gifts and something happens to be on sale, one feels the need to take the item from someone else's hands? Why must there be shoving?

I'm a simple gal. Really. (Don't ask DH he'll tell you otherwise.) When I holiday shop, I have a list, I go with the list and rarely deviate. Why? Cuz I'd go broke and forget everything. I'm a listy girl.

I happened to be holiday shopping and saw SODA was on sale. SODA. This isn't a huge deal. Right? You can buy soda (or what some call pop -- sorry. Pop was my great Grampa, not a fizzy drink made by Pepsi....anyway) pretty much anywhere. And when one store has it cheap, usually a couple more fall into step. Good gravy. I won't say the price or the place, but let's suffice it was cheap. I haven't seen it this low since I was in college (oh lands does that date me?!?!?!?!) But you should've seen the ADULTS scrambling to get SODA.

SODA!!!

I need my Mt. Dew fix (no TrueBlood comments, please), but would I shove someone out of the way, or better yet, rip the soda out of their hands so I'd get it first and at that price?

Sorry. No.

This is the holiday season. A time to put all differences aside (now I have an earworm). You'd think it wouldn't be a big deal.

But my first thought wasn't, gee this is the holiday season, let's get along. It was good gravy, please don't let there be a small person in that hornet's nest. The tot would not only end up being brained, but the lessons taught? Yes, youngling, you take what you want and if it happens to be out of someone else's hands, well, you win. Come on. That's against common manners.

I don't mean to sound like a Scrooge, but this is why I tend to do all my shopping for Christmas in July. People aren't quite so intoxicated by the season, the cold, and whatever else has gotten into them.

Am I old? Grumpy? Probably.

Next time you're at the store intent on getting whatever it is you need, just think for a moment first. K?

I'm going to go back into my bat cave, write, and try to get rid of my earworm. Oh, and 24 more shopping days left. Watch your toes, your arms, wallets, and fellow man. 'Tis the season to be merry, jolly, and courteous.

Ta.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Monday Moans

Oh that man! I just read last week's Monday Moans piece. Tucker Poston. I swear. The man will be the death of me.

I should probably introduce myself before I clamor on about him. How do you do? My name is Megan Rodney. I am the full owner of Blitz Racing. We run two full time stock truck teams (think stock cars, but trucks instead). I've got one full time driver who is young and well...you saw what Tucker wrote (but no, not Tucker). I think the world of Mathew, but he's a definitely a rookie. I said two teams. Yes, I have two. The second team is currently without a driver because the former driver...well, let's just say he didn't fit in a Blitz (tends to happen when the ego outgrows the talent and the driver spends more time in the pits and the coach than he does on track). So you could say I'm driver hunting.

Don't for one moment get that confused with man hunting. Did that, got burned royally twice, and not going through it again. With who? My ex-husband the oversexed and terror of the asphalt track, Rick Rodney. Let's say he spent more time with his junk out and about than he did at home. The other? That would be Tucker, but it's not a very long story or terribly exciting one so I'll keep it quiet.

He'd like a home at Blitz? So he can pad his resume and move on, no doubt.

**Sigh** I loved him once. Maybe even part of me still does, but it doesn't change the past. I want a man to stand beside me at the track, want to be in pictures because he loves me not the media, and the same man to cuddle me close at night when the Ohio winds pick up and snow flies. Find me that man and I'm golden.

Tucker?

Ummmm....

We'll see.

Friday, November 26, 2010

Visiting at Jenika Snow's Blog!

Where am I today? Jenika Snow's blog! Want to read the interview? Sure you do. Go here: http://www.jenikas.blogspot.com



Visit me and drop a comment. I might even give away a copy of You'll Think of Me to one random commenter.

Friday Flirts

I know, most of you are out shopping. Well, I'm not. I'm not one for the crowds, being shoved to get a cheap tv or parking out in BFE. I can't see the point in sitting in the snow/wind/rain/cold just to be the first in line for an iPad.

But that's just me.

I'd rather do my shopping online or later or (if I had my way) way early. Yes, I'm one of those irritating people who has their shopping done by Halloween. (If I don't, I chafe. Really.)

So, because I'm a derelict and forgot to mention my NEW RELEASE on RELEASE DAY. (Long story...needless to say, it was forgotten in the shuffle of life).

Get your copy of You'll Think of Me.
Not only did I get a fantastic cover, but at a little over $5, it's a steal (but don't really steal it - cuz that was another hurdle from this week).

Cade is one of my favorite characters and it's a story near and dear to my heart.

The man of her dreams finally came home from the war, but is he still the man she remembers or have his demons changed him forever?

Melanie Roberts loved her best friend more than she could ever imagine, and for longer than she wants to admit. Though once lovers, she's resigned herself to being no more than his best friend and roommate. On the eve of his return from deployment in Iraq, in order to keep her heart from breaking, she decides she's moving on—after one last sexy night.

Cade Nicholson has come to a decision. As he comes home damaged in both body and soul from his latest deployment, all he wants is to find comfort in Melanie's arms. Unsure and unsteady in expressing his love to the only woman to hold his heart, he has to find a way to convince her of his true feelings.

Can two best friends overcome their demons to prove their love for one another before past decisions come back to haunt them and it’s too late?

Reader Advisory: This book contains anal and outdoor sex.


Get your copy today!

And in other news:
Remember me talking about Please Remember Me? For all of you who read Cass and Logan's story (Right Where I Need to Be), well, PRM which is Marlon and Jade's story, is back from the CP and **I think** all the kinks are worked out. I'm writing the synopsis little by little (since they are so not fun) and hoping to have it to editor within two weeks. Am I scared? Heck yeah. Submissions are never my strong point. Stomach ends up in knots and I'm scared the editor will hate it (even after the CP's, beta readers, and everyone else whose helped in the revision/polish process has given it the go-ahead.)

So wish me luck and grab a copy of You'll Think of Me.

Ta for now! (I've got a synopsis to write.)

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

What the? Wednesdays ... Cell Phones and Shopping Carts

Okay, I know this will come off as a crank-fest, but....when you've been run over by a cart-wielding gabber...you'll understand.

Happened to be at the grocery store and wandering the aisles. I know. Bringing a list would help. Sad thing? I had a list. Sometimes you just need that time with no small people or large people. Meh.

Anyway, I'm wandering down the froze food aisle when I notice this woman talking at top volume on her cell. I think to myself, gee...she's really involved in her conversation. I keep moving and yet another woman in on her cell. This time though, the woman had a small person with her. Problem? Small person is darting around the aisle. Mom/Gramma/Auntie/Babysitter (or whatever her relationship to the child) is paying NO attention. This would not normally bother me, but this time it did.

Why?

Because I just about ran the tot over. Keep this in mind: I'm wandering, so I'm not going particularly fast down the aisle. Small child runs up the aisle, screaming. Startles me because the child came from behind me. Okay, I can still deal. It was the moment the child runs IN FRONT of my cart and then STOPS that bothered me. I kid you not, I skidded to a halt because I thought I was about to run the tot over. So I say, You'd better watch where you're going.

You'd think this would be where the mother would get off the phone and harness child.

You'd be wrong.

"Don't run over my child. She's not hurting anything."

I tell you, my jaw dropped. This parent, still on the phone, mind you, couldn't bring herself to deal with the child and blamed me for minding my own business.

Now I have no problem with those who want to use cell phones in the store. You realize you're super loud--I don't want to hear you inform the person on the other end that you need to buy underwear because yours are splitting, and I really don't need to know that your gout has cleared up. When you're in the store and on the phone, you know you're not really watching where the cart is going and will take absolutely no responsibility when you run into someone ("Don't step in front of me. I had the right of way."). And then there are those with children. I am a parent and my child has been known to wander from time to time. Guess what? If you get off the phone, you know Little Johnnie has just grabbed five boxes of fruit snacks. It's true. Also, if you get off the phone and corral Little Susie, you'll find that you don't get so many rude stares from the people LS has run over as she bounds up and down the aisles.

I'm sure your conversation on the phone is important. Mine are. But think about where you are and what you're not doing in order to be on the phone talking about paint drying. We don't want to hear it and we don't want to have to play interference while buying Frosted Flakes.

Just sayin'.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Monday Moans

Ah the craziness begins. If you're like me, it's actually just finished. Confused? I can see you cocking your head like my dog, Dega.

Let me introduce myself, I'm Tucker Poston and I race stock cars for a living. Well, sort of. You see, the season just ended yesterday. I love Miami in fall. It's still like a mild spring day. Plus there's the sea salty air and the acrid tire smoke. So, the festivities and the thrill of the season are over. The hard work is ahead because we have to prepare for next season. Thanksgiving? Christmas? Yeah, they're coming up, but not as essential as tire tests and dyno testing. Come on. I'm a competitor. I want to win, not watch the race from the bleachers.

But that's part of my problem. Yeah...you see, my team decided I wasn't amounting to the next best thing to sliced bread. Sucks. I'm free to seek other employment. Translation: find another team and don't the door slam you in the butt on the way out. Fine. I've got my skills and I can drive when the machinery is up to par. I've got some options. She just doesn't realize it yet.

Megan.

I'm telling you, Megan Rodney was my future back when I was young and dumb and full of vinegar. Was. Yeah, you read that right. She was until I jacked it up. I got a bit ahead of myself and thought I didn't need her love and support. Heck, she was just a kid like me when I started out. But she loved me back then. My ego got the best of me and I pushed her aside thinking the glitz and glamour were more important. They ain't what they're cracked up to be.

You might be thinking at this point that I plan to crawl back to her to get a job.

Bingo.

But, that's not the only thing and certainly not the important part. Yes, she owns a team and yes, she's looking for development talent. Difference? I might need a ride, but I'm also willing to beg if it means being more than just her driver. I want everything. I want the house, the dogs, and the beautiful girl.

This ain't regular rubbin' is racin'. This is the chance to make my life what it should've been from the start.

I'll let you go. I've got a team owner to woo.

Later.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Friday Flirts

So I haven't been real good about posting my Friday Flirts. Going to be honest for a moment. I'd like to say it's because I've been neck-deep in a WIP.

Not exactly.

Sure, I'm writing. I'm not exactly sure what I'd do if I wasn't. But at the same time, I've had to let more than a couple things impede my forward momentum. Is it all bad? Nah. It's life. Yanno?

So am I working on something? Yup. Want to know more about them? Sure! I'd love to share.

I am on the cusp of having Please Remember Me done. It's Jade's story. Remember her? She's the socialite PITA from Right. I love her because I really got to know her. I think you'll like her, too. Oh, but you'd like to know the hero. Deputy Marlon Cross. Think Ewan McGregor. That's who I had in mind as I wrote. There's a peeper, a giggly older lady, and a Basset Hound named Sparky. Want to read it? Well, I have to finish, but I'll get moving.

I have to write a synopsis and I'm scared to death that the book isn't good enough. Why? It's like this: when Right was subbed, the process was almost like a fairy tale. It happened rather smoothly and was a bit too easy. Now before you get on my case, I'm not sure how the heck I did it. Really. I worked darn hard on the MS and sent it to the CP and editor. Apparently the editor liked it. So I am just about to the cross roads with PRM. I've sent it to a CP (Three actually) and worked to revise and correct. But I'm scared to death. What if the magic with Right isn't there? What if it's turned down because it's too long? What if there is a major plot hole that no one noticed? What if it just doesn't move the editor?

So yeah, I'm just a little bit scared. (But I have my BFF standing by with pom poms. And yeah, that makes me feel pretty good.)

I'm also still plugging along on Gypsy's story (from My Immortal) and my menage story (currently titled Savin' Me).

So wish me luck as I kick my butt and get moving on PRM. Watch me work! :)

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Thank You Thursday

There's been some changes so I wanted to make today my thank you day to my editor. She isn't my editor anymore, but after four books worth of hard work, she deserves a thanks!

I didn't know over a year ago how rough my work was. At the time I thought it was pretty polished. I subbed and nothing. Guess I just needed to find the right person. My sub found her inbox and the rest is history--sort of.

It wasn't all, "yes, I want this". I'll be honest. She actually rejected and asked for revisions on the sub. I thought my world would end. How could I have possibly screwed up an 11k ms that bad?

Ah, I had to get my ego in check a bit. Once I did that, and found a fantastic CP to go through the story line by line (Chele was a Godsend--still is). Then the story was good enough and clean enough.

Again, it wasn't super easy. There's that response time. (Enter ear worm) "The waiting is the hardest part". No kidding. I knew better than to expect an immediate response. I mean, sheesh, I wasn't important or anything. When the acceptance finally came, I screamed.

Thus started a four book relationship. It's nice to have someone who understands the point you're trying to get at, even when you aren't sure. And someone to talk to about a change that you think might totally ruin the story. Oh and the response time? Hey, it sped up a bit and you won't hear me complain in the least.

The editor/author part has come to an end and though I'm sad, I'm glad, too. I learned a lot and how have to face the challenge of wowing another editor. So thanks Jess for rooting for me and showing me I have what it takes.

You rock!

What the? Wednesday - I finally hit my goal...

November is the month of pressure. No kidding. For some reason, I seem to take on about fifty more projects than even the most organized person can accomplish, and somehow I can't understand why I can't get them all done.

But to my What the? I stress myself out with things like NaNoWriMo. Guess what? I'm hovering at 13.5k. Not a huge shocker. It's been put in the background a bit. But really, why do I do this to myself? I can't tell you, so I'm not sure why I'm complaining other than I needed to tell someone.

And now to my goal. Not the 50k. HA! No, I had this goal to reach 65k in a WIP. I managed to hit it finally today. Remember, this is my NaNo story from LAST year. I worked all year to polish it (and I put it up for a while because, hey, I knew in the December 1st format, it wasn't ready for anything). So I'm cheering my little milestone and wondering if I can possibly reach my 50k NaNo goal.

Somehow, I doubt it.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Monday Moans

Ok, just for a friend of mine, I'm putting in a pic today. He complained I don't have any pretty pics ~~ translation, I don't have any of girls. Brat. So, here are some girl ones.


I really want to write about her...soon.


Love this one.


Always a favorite.

Friday, November 12, 2010

Friday Flirts

Got some great new idears, but I thought I'd give a shout out to the upcoming works. This is Friday Flirts, you know.

November 22 -
You'll Think of Me releases at Total-E-Bound.

The man of her dreams finally came home from the war, but is he still the man she remembers or have his demons changed him forever?

Melanie Roberts has loved her best friend more than she could ever imagine, and
for longer than she wants to admit. Though once lovers, she's resigned herself to being no more than his best friend and roommate. On the eve of his return from deployment in Iraq, in order to keep her heart from breaking, she's moving on -- after one last sexy night.

Cade Nicholson has come to a decision. As he comes home damaged in both body and soul from his latest deployment, all he wants is to find comfort in Melanie's arms. Unsure, and unsteady in expressing his love to the only woman to hold his heart, he has to find a way to convince her of his true feelings.

Can two best friends overcome their demons to prove their love for one another before past decisions come back to haunt them and it’s too late?

January 2011 -
Tangled Up from Total-E-Bound

What if the person you want for the rest of your life isn’t one... but two?


Mindy Mayes knew her husband was bisexual from the moment they met. She loved Arran with her whole heart until the day he asked for a separation to be with his partner, Sav. Through the ups and downs of life after the marriage, she, Arran and Sav remained close.

Things are about to change.

Though he walked away, Arran’s never given up on a life with Mindy. He’s in love with Sav and totally committed. But it’s his wedding anniversary. What if they took the threesome created out of friendship and made it into something more?

Maybe the perfect number is three after all.

And coming February 2011 - from Total-E-Bound
Careless Whisper

He’s her kinkiest desire, if she’s willing to open her heart and believe in him.

The dead don’t always rest in peace. Some stick around to make the lives of the living hell on Earth. Ryan Black knows the frustration of dealing with the dead. He’s a Ghost Explorer. He’s conquered houses filled with apparitions, abandoned school buildings that house angry vermin, and managed to woo the female population of Snake Falls, Ohio. But he’s about to face his toughest challenge, convincing sceptical Samara Jacobs she not only shares his gift, but holds his heart.

Women fall at Ryan Black’s feet and Samara’s determined not to be one of the many—that is until she’s forced to work with him. He’s certain ghosts exist and willing to prove it. The more she gets to know the man behind the television persona, she decides the handsome klutz who chases things that go bump in the night isn’t so silly after all. But is he worthy of her love?

This book contains anal sex and a little harmless domination.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Thank You Thursdays

Thank you for racing. You all know I love me some racing, but there is one division that holds my heart. Yes, it's Late Model Dirt Racing, World of Outlaws style!

Thank you to Tim McCreadie and Josh Richards for making it look like a whole lotta fun to drive fast and turn left.


Ain't it a purty car?


My, sir, that's some massive...wood...


He looks young, but don't let the baby face fool you. He's got skills.


Nothin' purtier than a shiny new race car.

Here's a video (courtesy of Texas Dirt Network)


Well, I'm ready to go write a hot and heavy race car romance... be back....later

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

What the? Wednesdays - Silly Catch Lines

I went on vacation. Yup, sure did. You wondered why the posts were a tad...thin? Hey, I can't come up with lots of witty things in advance. Sorry. Anyway, while I was on vacation, I saw a couple hilarious catch phrases and or silly signs.

"Work 'n' Woody"

Yes, my perverted mind so didn't take that as the little push car for the race cars. Nope. It was a-pushin' but not cars.

"Slick Woody's Corn Hole"

Come on. It's a corn hole business, but man oh man, my brain read something totally different into it. And if you aren't sure, corn hole is that game with two boards, elevated a bit with a hole in the middle of said board to throw corn filled bags (aka bean bags with corn) in them. Like horse shoes, kinda...

"Fatz Cafe"

Just sounds...wrong...but I guess they have good food.

"Kevin and Gary's World Tour"

Reminded me of "Zack and Miri Make a Porno". I have friend named Gary and Kevin and since I haven't heard a whole heckuva lot from Kevin....they could be on a world tour.

I had more signs, but I lost the paper I wrote them down on. I'll hunt and get back to you.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Tasty Tuesday! New Cover!!!!


I wanted to share with y'all. This turned out way cooler than I had pictured in my head. I have to say the Total-E-Bound artists rock. I'm a lucky writer girl!

Monday Moans




The boys are all rioting. They can't decide who got to talk, so I put them in their places. Hee hee. I'm evil. Enjoy the dual eye candy while they fret that I put them all in time out. ***muwhahahahahahaah***

Notice my torture theme?

They did, too.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Friday Flirts! A New Contract!

Remember the Ghost story I talked about? Heck, Ryan stopped by already to chatter about it (he loves to chatter). Well, with a little love, care, and lots of polish, I sent it in. I gave up talking about what I've subbed because, well, I hate redacting and I hate getting my own hopes up. So even tho I let him chatter, I really didn't say I'd subbed it.

My editor loved my concept and the story and contracted it! Careless Whisper will come out late February 2011. Cool, ain't it? I'm stoked. Squee!

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Thank You Thursday


I'm slacking. Can't you tell? Yup, slack days mean hot guy pics. :::Shrugs::: Gotta get inspired somehow. :P

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

What the? Wednesday

I really don't have any complaints today. It's my b-day, so I'm pretty good. In fact, as a present to you, I'm posting some of my favorite eye candy.





Enjoy!

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Cover Faery Visited!!!

Squee! I wrote a MMF story..Arran's story. And I got the cover this AM. I love, love, love it. Total-E-Bound has the best covers.



What do you think?

I'm good. Real good.

Monday, November 1, 2010

I'm an AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT!

I've had three books pubbed at Total-E-Bound. I love it there. Really. Want to know more about me? Well, they've made ME the Author Spotlight This month! How cool, yanno?

Want to read it? Sure you do. I wrote it and I wanted to read it. :P
http://www.total-e-bound.com/aspotlight.asp?

Tell me what you think!

Monday Moans

Wendi was part of a halloween hunt, and a guest blog, and pimped Megan and Kealie's stuff, as well as pimping Menagerie stuff (did you read that story...whew!) Then there's the excitement of halloween, cuz yanno, halloween is a lot of work and play.

So she's letting me talk...well, write. Anywho...the name's Rhett. Rhett Ione. I'm in the Air Force and my blood runs red, white, and blue. Or jet fuel. Either works. Give me a curvy woman--blondes are my poison--or a gun metal grey beaut, yanno, the kind that have props, jet engines, and mega fire power.

Want to know more about me? I love tats, but know when to keep them contained. Hey, I won't lie, I like women. Tall, short, curvy, blonde, brunette...ok, blondes are my poison, like I said, but guys can look.

Why am I here? Wendi invited me. Her book, You'll Think of Me comes out on November 22 and, you guessed it, I'm in the book. I love both Cade and Mel (not in that way, he'd kick my ass--for seeing him in that way and because if Cade thought I wanted to be with Mel in that way, I'd lose my nads. Hey, Cade's my boy, but his last deployment to Iraq was anything but fun. Yeah, I worry about him. But I know Mel is the one woman who is strong enough to deal with him and love him the way he needs.

Man...I hate when I get deep. Makes me all depressed. Damn.

Ok, I'm going back to doing something involving juggies and beer.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Do You Want to Know a Secret?

A Halloween Read...Enjoy!


“A Halloween party isn’t a party until someone has to clean up.”
On a labored sigh, Pennelope Anderson twisted her tawny hair into a clear plastic clip. She nudged a garbage bag chock full of crinkled cups and paper plates. An avalanche of refuse tumbled out onto her feet. “My friends are pigs but I can forgive them because we have a good time.”

A warm hand covered hers. Her gaze shifted to her best friend, Nicky Lyons. Eyes the color of unripened lemons pinned her to the spot. He licked his bottom lip and knelt next to her. “My time with you is always good.”

Nervous giggles slipped past her lips and a shiver slid up her spine. “You’re just saying that to make my day.” God, she had to get a grip. Measuring her words, she paused. “And I love it.”

A hank of raven hair slid over his forehead. “I see.” The corner of his mouth kinked. “How about spending more time with me, besides dressed in costumes?”

Forcing her breathing to slow, Penn shrugged and twisted the bag closed. “You’re not a commitment kind of guy and I’m a relationship kind of girl. Look at how many women you’ve dated in the past year. I can’t compete.” Although a short, spicy evening of passion enticed her, she refused to ruin a strong friendship for a one-nighter.

Tipping his head, he crinkled a dark brow. “Are you sure about that? This Lyon could change his stripes.” He shook open a new bag and lined the garbage bin.

Covering her mouth with her hand to smother a chuckle, she raked her gaze over him. Sinewy muscles rippled under his tight black T-shirt and she yearned to smooth her fingers over the dusting of beard on his cheeks. Okay, how to change the subject to something a little less—distracting? “I’m not sure about stripes, but you did change out of your vampire get-up in a quick fashion. Don’t tell me you left it stroodled all over my bathroom. I think there’s still white and black makeup smeared around my sink.”

Nicky rocked back on his heels. “And you spared no time losing the skimpy black dress in favor of your favorite jeans. Not that I didn’t like the dress, mind you.”

Dusting her hands on her jeans legs, Penn stood. She rolled her tongue around her dry mouth and tossed the garbage bag into the can next to the back door. “Okay, well, in other news, I think it’s time to let Fang out of the bedroom. He’ll probably need to run outside.”

Nicky followed hot on her heels. “He hates that name, you know.”

Frustration marred her forehead. She clutched the wooden stair rail and turned. “Does he? How do you know? Or is that a male thing—you telepath your inner desires to each other?” She snorted. “Cause it would be funny if you did.”

Swatting her ass, he urged her forward. Displeasure clouded his voice. “Would you really want to be referred to as a tooth?”

As she reached the top of the stairs, she edged her shoulder up in a thoughtful shrug. “When I found him, he hissed at me. Fang seemed appropriate. He thinks he’s tough, but he’s really a lover, despite what he likes or dislikes.” She stopped short in the hallway. “The door is cracked.”

With a grunt, Nicky ran into her. “I thought you left it shut. Did you forget?”

With trembling hands, she shoved the door open. Deafening silence met her ears. “I know this was closed. I closed it.” Her heart thundered in her chest. Fear pounded into her brain. “We have to find him.”

Trailing his fingers through her pony tail, Nicky tucked her tag into her sweatshirt collar. “He can take care of himself.”

“What?” She shrieked, jumping from his grasp. “It’s Halloween! Some people hurt black cats on Halloween. I can’t let that happen to Fang, even if he hates his name. I’d be lost without him. I love him.”

On a sigh, Nicky cocked his head. His brows rose beneath his dark bangs. “He’s safe.”

She burst past him, bounding down the stairs. “I’ll get his treats. Please grab the carrier. If he’s not in the basement, he’s probably just out in the yard.” Her hands fluttered through the air. “He’s a smart cat and can’t have gone far.”

With a firm hand to her shoulder, he stopped her frantic movements. Concern and something else shone in his green eyes. “Do you trust me?”

Penn let out a long breath. “Yes, more than I care to think about some times.” Why did she just admit that? He wasn’t that in to her. She bit her tongue. “Why are we just standing here? We need to find Fang.”

He brushed a rogue lock of hair off her forehead. “I know where he is.”

Clutching her chest, she rested against the living room wall. “Thank God. You always think ahead. Did you lock him in the basement? Or is he at your apartment?”

Nicky cocked his head. He tapped his chest, right above his heart. “He’s in here.”

She angled a brow. The low tone of his voice sent shivers through her body. “You ate my cat? That’s just weird.” Forcing her attention from his emerald gaze, she sighed when he didn’t laugh at her joke. “I know you didn’t eat him, so where is he—really?”

A calloused finger tipped her chin. No matter how much she wanted to remain indifferent, Nicky was the one man she couldn’t ignore. A growl rumbled in his throat. “I’ll ask again. Do you trust me?”

Without thinking, she spoke the words in her heart. “I trust you.”

“Then come upstairs with me.” As he tugged her down the hallway, she fought to register his words. Did he want to sleep with her? A lump lodged in her throat. She wanted him—once they found Fang.

In front of her bedroom door, he paused and leaned on the stark white frame. “I need to show you something.”

She held up her index finger to buy a moment of time, to slow him down in case his plans included taking the relationship a step further. “You can show me later. First things first, let’s find Fang.”

Angling his head toward her bedroom, he nodded and kissed the tip of her finger. “He’s in here. Safe and sound.” With a gentle tug, he helped her into the room and gestured to the bed. “Sit.”

Though feeling uneasy, she did as he asked. Chills ricocheted through her system. Something was odd. God, why did it have to be Halloween? Bad things happened on Halloween, like last year when her Labrador, Lugosi, was hit by a car, yet his body was never found.

Wrapping his fingers around her hand, Nicky knelt before her. “Do you know you’re sexy?”

Before she could stop them, words rushed past her lips. “In a baggy KSU sweatshirt, worn jeans, no makeup, and messy hair—that’s sexy all right.” He exemplified sex. She looked like the frumpy girl next door. Still, what did her looks have to do with finding the damned cat?

He chuckled. “A man can only take so much.” Her breath stuck in her throat as his hands braced on her thighs. He moved closer, situating himself between her legs. “You make one gorgeous witch, baby girl. I couldn’t take my eyes off you all night.”

Rolling her eyes, she snorted. “Because you worry about me.”

His breath warmed her skin and sent tingles to her core. “Because I love you.”

Could he want her for real? She didn’t see that declaration coming. Beneath her sweatshirt, her nipples pebbled. “Me?”

“You.” He pressed warm, wet kisses over her cheeks. “I lost my heart the day we met five years ago. With you, I’m free to be myself.”

His lips met hers. On a sigh, she opened for him. His taste, a mix of cola and spicy man rolled over her tongue. Sizzles shot from her core to her heart in warp speed. Could he be the one?

Nicky broke the kiss and cupped her jaw. “Did you ever wonder why you never see me in the same room with Fang?”

Working to catch her breath, she turned his words over in her mind. “Well, he’s shy. He only honeys up to me.” Like I want you to.

His thumb smoothed circles on her cheek. “He loves you, but he’s not who he seems. Do you want to know a secret?”

Nicky closed his eyes. His body fizzled and morphed at her feet. Before she could process his disappearing act, Fang appeared in his place surrounded by the rumpled clothing. The cat cocked his head and stared at her with vibrant green eyes.

With white knuckles, she grasped the comforter. Nicky was flesh and bone. She tasted him, fantasized about him. How the hell did he shift into—a cat? No, how did he shift into her cat? “I know what I’m seeing, but this isn’t happening. Nicky, wherever you are, stop trying to scare me.”

Fang’s eyes closed. He lowered his head. In a moment, Nicky sat before her—stark naked. She gasped and her eyes widened. Every inch of his ripped body imprinted itself on her brain. Another gasp slipped past her lips as she noticed his cock, long, thick, and steely against his thigh. She shook her head. “But you can’t be him. I brought him home. He hissed at me and wouldn’t come out from under the bed for a month. He escaped from the vet’s office...”

He caressed her cheek. “Baby girl, I have the ability to shift. I’m not evil and I won’t hurt you. Until I met you, I hid my abilities, but one look at your sweet body and I knew I wanted to be with you.”

“Is this a sick Halloween joke? ‘Cause looking at you makes me want you, but I’m not laughing at that trick.” Hot tears dampened her lashes. “Why didn’t you tell me before now? I wouldn’t have scheduled the appointment to have you fixed.”

Nicky kissed away her sadness. “I feared you’d run from me. I care too much to let you go. Despite the fact that you tried to have my nads removed, I’m in love with you.” His hands roved over her body underneath the baggy shirt. She groaned as he nipped her neck. His voice rumbled over her senses, turning them inside out. “And right now, I want to make love to you.”

Edging away from him, she ripped the sweatshirt over her head and tugged the clip from her hair. “Do you want to know my secret?”

His brow crooked again. “You can shift, too?”

“I’m in love with you, too.”

With a small chuckle, Nicky grinned. “I hoped you’d say that.”

Smoothing her hands over his pecs, she sighed. “So now you know my truth, do I get a trick or a treat?”

Deft fingers unbuttoned her jeans. Nicky growled. “It’s only eleven a.m. and I plan to treat you all day long until we collapse. Happy Halloween, baby girl.”

She fell against the mattress, tugging him along for the ride. “Happy Halloween, indeed.”