Sunday Snoggin' With Ever Fallen in Love!

There's nothing better than a hot kiss on a lazy day. Thanks to Blisse Kiss for having the Sunday Snogs. Love them! So which snog am I featuring today? Glad you asked. Grin.

I'm featuring my racing novella, Ever Fallen in Love. A domination, a submissive and race trucks. Can't get much better than that! Here's a little bit about the book:

Ever Fallen in Love
Total-E-Bound
Contemporary
M/F, BDSM, Spanking, Anal sex

Tucker lost the love of his life once, but this time, he’s not taking no for an answer.

Once a driver, always a driver...

Racing consumes Tucker Poston’s life. Until he sees her again...Megan Rodney. She’s the one person to come between him and his ride. She’s the only woman to understand him. The only woman he’s ever loved. Circumstances tore their love apart. Now he’s determined to show her the contents of his soul, even if it means losing his heart.

Being a driver doesn’t warm his lonely nights. Too bad she’s not interested.

Megan’s not about to fall for his smooth lines and slick image. She’s got a good life as a team owner for a stock car team. Still, memories of their love affair burn bright in her mind. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the man who pushed her away, wants a second chance at forever?

Reader Advisory: This book contains a little spanking, anal play, and domination shared between former lovers, but no one’s complaining. For good measure, there’s the sizzling use of a Camaro hood for outdoor pleasure.

Available here, here, here, and here!

And now for that snog!

“You’re one of the smartest people I know.” Megan shuffled backwards, halted only by the unforgiving metal of the car against her legs. Damn, she’d backed into the cars. Using his arms to cage her in, Tucker rested his body against hers and pinned her to the fender with his hips. “Then why did I run from the only woman I ever really loved? Why did I avoid her until she married another man?”

She needed a joke. Something to dissolve the tension growing between them. Better yet, something to deflate the erection burrowing into her thigh. “You’re into self-flagellation?”

“Cute. I’d rather spank you.” He shifted his hips, rubbing his cock into the cleft of her thighs, right against her fabric-covered clit. She shivered and he nodded. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” He swiped his tongue out over her bottom lip. Tease.

“Tucker.”

“Why do I lay awake at night imagining you’re with me, Megs, making love until dawn? Seeing you atop the hauler gives me a hard-on only you can ease. Seeing you smile melts the ice around my heart. Put the two together and I’m putty in your hands. I want to touch you, taste you, tie you up and make love to you.”

“You’ve been in one too many crashes with a loose helmet.” Megan wiped her cheeks. Trust him to say nice things when she wanted him to continue the jackass routine or fuck her senseless.

“Nah, I’m bewitched by you. I want to see you bound to my bed, pleading with your eyes. I want to hear you cry my name.”

He kissed her again, but this time it wasn’t a crushing urgent kiss like before. This kiss was the kind that meant business. His lips glided over hers as his tongue invaded her mouth. Megan moaned and Tucker pushed farther. She balled her fists and shoved them against his chest.

Sunday Snoggin' ~ Ever Fallen In Love style!

Tucker lost the love of his life once, but this time, he’s not taking no for an answer.

Once a driver, always a driver...

Racing consumes Tucker Poston’s life. Until he sees her again...Megan Rodney. She’s the one person to come between him and his ride. She’s the only woman to understand him. The only woman he’s ever loved. Circumstances tore their love apart. Now he’s determined to show her the contents of his soul, even if it means losing his heart.

Being a driver doesn’t warm his lonely nights. Too bad she’s not interested.

Megan’s not about to fall for his smooth lines and slick image. She’s got a good life as a team owner for a stock car team. Still, memories of their love affair burn bright in her mind. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the man who pushed her away, wants a second chance at forever?

Reader Advisory: This book contains a little spanking, anal play, and domination shared between former lovers, but no one’s complaining. For good measure, there’s the sizzling use of a Camaro hood for outdoor pleasure.

SNOGGIN' GOOD TIME:

“Tucker, we can’t do this.”
“I don’t give a damn what anyone else has to say.” His erection jabbed into her belly. “I know what I want—and you’re it.” Tucker nuzzled her neck, nipping and licking a path along the gold chain she wore. “And you’re still wearing my necklace.”
“We can’t do this because you work for me.” She clawed at his shoulders. For purchase? To push him away? Hell, she wasn’t sure.
“Season’s almost over. November’s here with two races and a bye week to go.” The gravel in his voice radiated to her core. “And you haven’t said why you’re wearing the teardrop.”
“I told you. It matched my skirt.” What a liar she was. “You can’t prove I’m still interested.”
“Other than your wide eyes.” Tucker palmed her breast beneath the protection of his jacket and her cotton dress shirt. A groan vibrated in his throat as her nipples pebbled under the silky tank and the lace of her bra. “And the flush on your cheeks. But I can test my theory.” He rubbed his erection against her thigh. Megan gasped to catch her breath. “You respond to me, babe. You get the me no one else knows about.” His hands moved under her blouse, teasing the bare flesh of her stomach and sending pinpricks of sensation to every part of her body. “Damn this feels good,” he murmured. “You feel good.”
Tucker scooped her into his arms. “I don’t want to stop until your bottom is rosy and you’ve come from my hand five times.”
“Just five?” Her voice sounded breathless and needy in her ears. She screeched as cool metal met bare skin. “Tucker!”
“Mmm. We’ll fuck until the sun comes up. Handcuffs, toys… I don’t care.” He worked the rest of her tank top out of the hem of her skirt. “I love hearing my name on your lips.”
“Where are we?” She placed her hands flat on the hood of the car, her legs akimbo. “Won’t someone see us?”
“I own everything in a fifty acre radius. If someone’s spying, they’re also trespassing.” He skimmed her gauzy skirt up over her knees. Passion blazed in his eyes. “You are so damned sexy in cowboy boots. Come here.”
Megan scooted to the edge of the hood, the movement pulling up her skirt and exposing her legs to the lacy edge of her panties. Tucker kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers as he slipped the straps of her tank top and bra from her shoulders. The heat from his touch matched the fire in her blood. Her underwear dampened as he nuzzled the hollow of her throat.
“Tucker,” she murmured.
He raised his head and stared at her a moment. “Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.”
She instinctively moved to repair the damage to her attire. He stilled her hands.
“I like seeing you aroused. The primal look in your eyes. Your lips are a little swollen. Makes me hard as steel to know I made you so hot.” Tucker shoved the hem of the shirt up over her breasts and unclasped her bra. Her nipples beaded in the chilly air. Raw hunger flickered in the depths of his eyes. “I need to taste you.”

Thank you Thursday...Outtakes!!

I thought I'd put an outtake of one of my stories here to thank my readers. I mean, why not? Here's a snippet from the original version of Ever Fallen in Love. This isn't edited other than by me and never made it into the actual story because it just wasn't ready so...grin and read on! I hope you enjoy.

"I want us to stay together this time, babe."

"I’d love to," she murmured. "I miss the races--the sights the smells, the fans...all of it. No one at the college is terribly interested in racing. All they care about is facts and figures and making lots of money."

It was almost as if she could step back in time and feel him in her arms.

Megan tilted her head back and kissed him. That same familiar electric current ran the length of her spine. His kiss was a little harder in return and more direct, but it still meant the world to her. She wanted to be as close to Tuck as physically possible. She threw caution to the wind and slid her hands inside his shirt and gingerly ran her fingers along his ripped chest.

His hands were rough against her smooth skin as he slipped the straps of her dress down her arms. Her breasts rose in anticipation. Tucker planted wet, nipping kisses on her swollen nipples.

"Yes. Please. More," she moaned.

He slid out of his shirt and continued to kiss her. She arched her neck to give him access to the sensitive spot on her shoulders. He was the only lover she had ever known, but at this moment, she was sure he was the best. Her cheeks flushed and her heart pounded in her chest.

Weak-kneed, she rested her head on his chest and breathed in his scent. "Make love to me, Tucker."

"Yes." He shucked his khakis and boxers in on swift motion, revealing the reaction she created. Megan slid out of her dress and pressed her body along his. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroking and teasing him.

"You feel so good," he gasped. "Lean back and relax." He ran his hand along her wet slit. His breath tickled her flushed skin. She sucked in a sharp breath. Tucker nudged her legs apart. He used two fingers to probe her slick, wet opening. Her muscles tightened around him.

"You’re so pretty and wet." He lowered his lips to tease her with his mouth. He licked and probed her until she found release.

Megan shuddered and gripped his shoulders.

"Yes, baby," he coaxed. "Go with it."

She shivered at his words and the orgasm that overtook her.

"I want to be inside you," he said.

She nodded. "I want that, too. Right now."

Tucker started slowly, but quickly began to thrust into her as his climax built. They came together in a simultaneous orgasm. He collapsed on top of her and sighed. His sandy hair, damped with sweat, hung over his forehead.

"I love you." He lowered his lips to hers. "God, I love you."

"I love you, too." She wrapped her arms around his neck. They stayed tangled up in each other for a few moments longer, until he covered her with his dress shirt and slid on his khakis. Sated, she kissed his neck and snuggled up in the crook of his arm before falling asleep.

As much as she loved him, Megan knew they would part. The day had been too magical to last forever. She sighed, brushed a rogue tear away, and continued to walk away from him. Still, she couldn’t deny that she still had a torch for Tucker.

Day Four Redux....yeah, I kinda deleted the post by accident....oy

This posted on Thursday, but I'm a goob and accidentally deleted it. Fire me.



Where am I today? Anita Philmar's blog. I totally encourage you to head over there. And hey, you can put your name in the hat for the GC! I'd do it if I were you.

Oh and the spotlight over at Whipped Cream is still going throughout the week. Today is the last day for that, too. :-) Come on over. Hey, it's another chance and who doesn't want to win a GC? One of the days I've got a vingette with Megan and Tucker as well as more cool stuff. Check it out!

Want more info on Ever Fallen in Love? Here's the blurb:

Tucker lost the love of his life once, but this time, he’s not taking no for an answer.

Once a driver, always a driver...


Racing consumes Tucker Poston’s life. Until he sees her again...Megan Rodney. She’s the one person to come between him and his ride. She’s the only woman to understand him. The only woman he’s ever loved. Circumstances tore their love apart. Now he’s determined to show her the contents of his soul, even if it means losing his heart.

Being a driver doesn’t warm his lonely nights. Too bad she’s not interested.

Megan’s not about to fall for his smooth lines and slick image. She’s got a good life as a team owner for a stock car team. Still, memories of their love affair burn bright in her mind. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the man who pushed her away, wants a second chance at forever?

Reader Advisory: This book contains a little spanking, anal play, and domination shared between former lovers, but no one’s complaining. For good measure, there’s the sizzling use of a Camaro hood for outdoor pleasure.

Get your copy here!

And here's an excerpt cuz I wanted to:

“Just once I’d like to catch a God damned break.” Tucker Poston had pulled into his garage stall and wrenched his race helmet from his head. “Bastard knew I was there and still shoved me into the wall.” He tossed the safety gear out of the window. “This shit has to end. I’m tired of racing crashed cars.”

“Just like Cline knew you were there the week before, and yeah, the shit has to end. I’m tired of replacing crashed cars.” Guy Turner tapped on the roof of the car. “Get out, Poston.”

Tucker ground his teeth together. Just what he needed…his ass handed to him on a platter. He wriggled out through the window. “Mr Turner, I swear—”

“Spare me the excuses.”

Raking his fingers through his hair, Tucker glanced at the midway. Although he heard Guy’s rant, the words didn’t register above the roar of cars thundering down the backstretch. The tangy scent of race fuel and motor oil permeated the air. A whip of late-October breeze caressed his cheek. He noticed none of it after the flash of chestnut hair caught his eye. He shifted position to keep her in view, using the guise of removing the rest of his safety gear. He had to see this woman again. Make sure it was her.

“Are you listening to me?” Guy stepped into Tucker’s line of sight. “She’d better be cute.”

Tucker stared at his car owner. “What?”

“I know you ain’t gettin’ any—when you do, you race well. Eighth place doesn’t win races. So I am to assume you’re checking out a woman.” Guy turned and whistled. “Holy shit.”

“What?” Tucker tugged the zipper on his uniform down and flapped air into the suit. October in Virginia wasn’t that hot.

“You’re staring at Megan Rodney.”

“Nah,” he lied as he rubbed his eyes and caught a flash of her face in his mind. Megan. Heat stirred low in his belly. Memories of Megan and their past rushed into his brain—the taste of her kiss, the tickle of her hair on his cheek, the low tone of her sigh when they made love.

The moment he told her goodbye.

“I oughta set you up with her. She needs a good lay and you need to get your head out of your ass.”

“Sure, sell me for parts.” In Megan’s hands, he’d willingly offer whatever parts she wanted. His cock, his mouth, his tongue… Damn. If he didn’t get his priorities straight, he’d be caught in the middle of the garage with a hard-on.

“Shit. You ain’t got any parts she could use other than someone to direct her team. Women don’t need to own race teams.” Guy threw his hands in the air. “Since we’re in the garage area, why don’t we talk cars? Got any ideas for how we make your speeds better? I’d love to have both my cars finish the race for a change.”

Tucker turned his back on Megan’s position. The cars. Right. Focus on something other than his cock or his irritation towards Guy Turner. “Maybe we should share equipment like you promised at the beginning of the season. Boyd’s team could stand to share their findings once in a while.” He followed behind Guy as he strolled away. “I can make things work if I have the right equipment.”

Guy stopped at the second car. “Lower your voice.” He groaned. “You make it sound like I give you shit and expect miracles.”

“My rear end gear broke in two straight races. Makes me wonder what you are giving me.”

“You want good stuff? Prove to me you can handle it. Boyd gets better stuff because he’s twenty-three and winning. I put the money where the performance is.”

“But—”

“No buts. Step up, improve your attitude, and I’ll consider a change. Keep up the DNFs and you’re out. Plain and simple.”

The Last Day of the Tour

It's the last day of the tour and I have to say I'm a little teary about it. I love the blogs and the hopping. I love talking to readers. It's always a blast.

But today is the last day, so where am I? I'm hanging out with my dear friend Nancy over at My Odd Little World. I've had a great time at her blog in the past and I totally encourage you to head over there. And hey, you can put your name in the hat for the GC! I'd do it if I were you.

Oh and the spotlight over at Whipped Cream is still going throughout the week. Today is the last day for that, too. :-) Come on over. Hey, it's another chance and who doesn't want to win a GC? One of the days I've got a vingette with Megan and Tucker as well as more cool stuff. Check it out!

Want more info on Ever Fallen in Love? Here's the blurb:

Tucker lost the love of his life once, but this time, he’s not taking no for an answer.

Once a driver, always a driver...


Racing consumes Tucker Poston’s life. Until he sees her again...Megan Rodney. She’s the one person to come between him and his ride. She’s the only woman to understand him. The only woman he’s ever loved. Circumstances tore their love apart. Now he’s determined to show her the contents of his soul, even if it means losing his heart.

Being a driver doesn’t warm his lonely nights. Too bad she’s not interested.

Megan’s not about to fall for his smooth lines and slick image. She’s got a good life as a team owner for a stock car team. Still, memories of their love affair burn bright in her mind. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the man who pushed her away, wants a second chance at forever?

Reader Advisory: This book contains a little spanking, anal play, and domination shared between former lovers, but no one’s complaining. For good measure, there’s the sizzling use of a Camaro hood for outdoor pleasure.

Get your copy here!

And here's an excerpt cuz I wanted to:

“Just once I’d like to catch a God damned break.” Tucker Poston had pulled into his garage stall and wrenched his race helmet from his head. “Bastard knew I was there and still shoved me into the wall.” He tossed the safety gear out of the window. “This shit has to end. I’m tired of racing crashed cars.”

“Just like Cline knew you were there the week before, and yeah, the shit has to end. I’m tired of replacing crashed cars.” Guy Turner tapped on the roof of the car. “Get out, Poston.”

Tucker ground his teeth together. Just what he needed…his ass handed to him on a platter. He wriggled out through the window. “Mr Turner, I swear—”

“Spare me the excuses.”

Raking his fingers through his hair, Tucker glanced at the midway. Although he heard Guy’s rant, the words didn’t register above the roar of cars thundering down the backstretch. The tangy scent of race fuel and motor oil permeated the air. A whip of late-October breeze caressed his cheek. He noticed none of it after the flash of chestnut hair caught his eye. He shifted position to keep her in view, using the guise of removing the rest of his safety gear. He had to see this woman again. Make sure it was her.

“Are you listening to me?” Guy stepped into Tucker’s line of sight. “She’d better be cute.”

Tucker stared at his car owner. “What?”

“I know you ain’t gettin’ any—when you do, you race well. Eighth place doesn’t win races. So I am to assume you’re checking out a woman.” Guy turned and whistled. “Holy shit.”

“What?” Tucker tugged the zipper on his uniform down and flapped air into the suit. October in Virginia wasn’t that hot.

“You’re staring at Megan Rodney.”

“Nah,” he lied as he rubbed his eyes and caught a flash of her face in his mind. Megan. Heat stirred low in his belly. Memories of Megan and their past rushed into his brain—the taste of her kiss, the tickle of her hair on his cheek, the low tone of her sigh when they made love.

The moment he told her goodbye.

“I oughta set you up with her. She needs a good lay and you need to get your head out of your ass.”

“Sure, sell me for parts.” In Megan’s hands, he’d willingly offer whatever parts she wanted. His cock, his mouth, his tongue… Damn. If he didn’t get his priorities straight, he’d be caught in the middle of the garage with a hard-on.

“Shit. You ain’t got any parts she could use other than someone to direct her team. Women don’t need to own race teams.” Guy threw his hands in the air. “Since we’re in the garage area, why don’t we talk cars? Got any ideas for how we make your speeds better? I’d love to have both my cars finish the race for a change.”

Tucker turned his back on Megan’s position. The cars. Right. Focus on something other than his cock or his irritation towards Guy Turner. “Maybe we should share equipment like you promised at the beginning of the season. Boyd’s team could stand to share their findings once in a while.” He followed behind Guy as he strolled away. “I can make things work if I have the right equipment.”

Guy stopped at the second car. “Lower your voice.” He groaned. “You make it sound like I give you shit and expect miracles.”

“My rear end gear broke in two straight races. Makes me wonder what you are giving me.”

“You want good stuff? Prove to me you can handle it. Boyd gets better stuff because he’s twenty-three and winning. I put the money where the performance is.”

“But—”

“No buts. Step up, improve your attitude, and I’ll consider a change. Keep up the DNFs and you’re out. Plain and simple.”

Tour Day Three!!! I'm at TWO Places!!

So the tour continues and I have to say I have had a blast. Today should be a real workout - I'm at TWO locations today. I'll do my best to keep up.

So where am I? Book Junkie!! Now I have to say I've had a blast there in the past and today should be no exception.

Where else? News and Reviews from the Heart of the Dragons Den, that's where. I hope you'll join me and comment and put your name in the hat for the GC. You should.

Oh and the spotlight over at Whipped Cream is still going throughout the week. Come on over. Hey, it's another chance and who doesn't want to win a GC? One of the days I've got a vingette with Megan and Tucker as well as more cool stuff. Check it out!

Want more info on Ever Fallen in Love? Here's the blurb:

Tucker lost the love of his life once, but this time, he’s not taking no for an answer.

Once a driver, always a driver...


Racing consumes Tucker Poston’s life. Until he sees her again...Megan Rodney. She’s the one person to come between him and his ride. She’s the only woman to understand him. The only woman he’s ever loved. Circumstances tore their love apart. Now he’s determined to show her the contents of his soul, even if it means losing his heart.

Being a driver doesn’t warm his lonely nights. Too bad she’s not interested.

Megan’s not about to fall for his smooth lines and slick image. She’s got a good life as a team owner for a stock car team. Still, memories of their love affair burn bright in her mind. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the man who pushed her away, wants a second chance at forever?

Reader Advisory: This book contains a little spanking, anal play, and domination shared between former lovers, but no one’s complaining. For good measure, there’s the sizzling use of a Camaro hood for outdoor pleasure.

Get your copy here!

And here's an excerpt:

“Just once I’d like to catch a God damned break.” Tucker Poston had pulled into his garage stall and wrenched his race helmet from his head. “Bastard knew I was there and still shoved me into the wall.” He tossed the safety gear out of the window. “This shit has to end. I’m tired of racing crashed cars.”

“Just like Cline knew you were there the week before, and yeah, the shit has to end. I’m tired of replacing crashed cars.” Guy Turner tapped on the roof of the car. “Get out, Poston.”

Tucker ground his teeth together. Just what he needed…his ass handed to him on a platter. He wriggled out through the window. “Mr Turner, I swear—”

“Spare me the excuses.”

Raking his fingers through his hair, Tucker glanced at the midway. Although he heard Guy’s rant, the words didn’t register above the roar of cars thundering down the backstretch. The tangy scent of race fuel and motor oil permeated the air. A whip of late-October breeze caressed his cheek. He noticed none of it after the flash of chestnut hair caught his eye. He shifted position to keep her in view, using the guise of removing the rest of his safety gear. He had to see this woman again. Make sure it was her.

“Are you listening to me?” Guy stepped into Tucker’s line of sight. “She’d better be cute.”

Tucker stared at his car owner. “What?”

“I know you ain’t gettin’ any—when you do, you race well. Eighth place doesn’t win races. So I am to assume you’re checking out a woman.” Guy turned and whistled. “Holy shit.”

“What?” Tucker tugged the zipper on his uniform down and flapped air into the suit. October in Virginia wasn’t that hot.

“You’re staring at Megan Rodney.”

“Nah,” he lied as he rubbed his eyes and caught a flash of her face in his mind. Megan. Heat stirred low in his belly. Memories of Megan and their past rushed into his brain—the taste of her kiss, the tickle of her hair on his cheek, the low tone of her sigh when they made love.

The moment he told her goodbye.

“I oughta set you up with her. She needs a good lay and you need to get your head out of your ass.”

“Sure, sell me for parts.” In Megan’s hands, he’d willingly offer whatever parts she wanted. His cock, his mouth, his tongue… Damn. If he didn’t get his priorities straight, he’d be caught in the middle of the garage with a hard-on.

“Shit. You ain’t got any parts she could use other than someone to direct her team. Women don’t need to own race teams.” Guy threw his hands in the air. “Since we’re in the garage area, why don’t we talk cars? Got any ideas for how we make your speeds better? I’d love to have both my cars finish the race for a change.”

Tucker turned his back on Megan’s position. The cars. Right. Focus on something other than his cock or his irritation towards Guy Turner. “Maybe we should share equipment like you promised at the beginning of the season. Boyd’s team could stand to share their findings once in a while.” He followed behind Guy as he strolled away. “I can make things work if I have the right equipment.”

Guy stopped at the second car. “Lower your voice.” He groaned. “You make it sound like I give you shit and expect miracles.”

“My rear end gear broke in two straight races. Makes me wonder what you are giving me.”

“You want good stuff? Prove to me you can handle it. Boyd gets better stuff because he’s twenty-three and winning. I put the money where the performance is.”

“But—”

“No buts. Step up, improve your attitude, and I’ll consider a change. Keep up the DNFs and you’re out. Plain and simple.”

The Tour Continues...at the Forbidden Bookshelf!

So who won the GC?

Karen C!!!

Email me off blog and I'll get you your prize!
Congrats!!!

Where I am today?
Why, the Forbidden Bookshelf, that's where. Come on and join me. I love to chatter and welcome comments.

Tucker lost the love of his life once, but this time, he’s not taking no for an answer.

Once a driver, always a driver...


Racing consumes Tucker Poston’s life. Until he sees her again. Megan Rodney. She’s the one person to come between him and his ride. She’s the only woman to understand him. The only woman he’s ever loved. Circumstances tore their love apart. Now he’s determined to show her the contents of his soul, even if it means losing his heart.

Being a driver doesn’t warm his lonely nights. Too bad she’s not interested.

Megan’s not about to fall for his smooth lines and slick image. She’s got a good life as a team owner for a stock car team. Still, memories of their love affair burn bright in her mind. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the man who pushed her away, wants a second chance at forever?

Contains a little spanking, anal play, and domination shared between former lovers, but no one’s complaining. For good measure, there’s the sizzling use of a Camaro hood for outdoor pleasure.

Flirty Friday

So it's Friday. Time to talk about what's on the schedule, what's coming up, and what I'm up to.

On the Schedule?

Ok, I had a guest coming 8/15, but circumstances have put the interview off for a time. Nichelle, my heart goes to you.


Monday! Monday! Monday! On Monday, I'm talking about my latest release, Ever Fallen in Love. This is a near and dear to my heart because it's got a racing arc to it and it's the first ever thing I'd written. It's very much edited and revised since that originally penning. But in celebration of the release, I'm having a contest. Want to take part? Win a GC to Amazon, BN or TEB? Stop back and comment on Monday about your great love. Easy Peasy. And while you're at it, Please Remember Me comes out from Total-E-Bound in print. Want a copy? Click here. It's sure to be a treat.

What else is happening next week? I'm the Spotlight Author over on Whipped Cream. Cool, huh? There's a contest going over there, too. Read my spotlights. You'll learn new things about me and should have some fun.

What's Coming Up?

I'm chatting on the Whipped Cream Yahoo loop on 8/27. Come on over and have a blast for the Anniversary Bash. You could win a kindle, nook or $150 GC to Amazon or BN. Cool, eh?

September 11th, I'm blogging over on Hitting the Hot Spot. I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to talk about as well, it's a heavy day. But come check it out and maybe we can swap stories.

September 12th - Treble Antholgy releases from Total-E-Bound. I'm really psyched about it because it's the first anthology I've ever taken part in. Parkur, Jacoby, and Juniper were fun to write and I hope the fun I had translates into the story.

What am I up to?

I'm always working on Gypsy's story. Seems she gets sullen and doesn't want to cooperate. It happens.

I've had a request for me to finish my firefighter story. I gave bits of it to a friend and she wanted to know how the whole thing comes together. Might have to dust that one off and get moving on it.

I'm still wavering on finishing the sequel to Careless Whisper. Lis really wants her story told, but I don't know. Thoughts?

Anyway...unless I'm helping Megan or working with the CPs I'm going to get some writing done this week. (I hope.)

Monday Moans

I thought I'd stop by today for a short post. I'm in between races and have a moment of free time. I'm a crew chief co the Blitz Racing teams. My good friend Tucker races for us, too. Its a good place to be. Great people. Great resources. Ok, there is one person there... I don't know. I care about her, but I'm married to the race team... I am my job. I don't think she gets that. Then again, I don't always get it. I'm scared to tell her I care ave scare to tell her my secrets. I have some ghosts in my... past that I don't think she'd approve if right off. Sucks. I think I love her. I mean I can't see life without her, I'm just not how to keep her in my life.... Enough for now.

Eric

A New Contract!!!

For Thank You Thursday, I have a new contract to announce. Yuppers. It's been over six years in the making and gone through about fifteen different versions. What am I talking about? Only the one book that started it all and got me into the idea that maybe, just maybe, I can write...maybe. Hey, you won't hear my say I am the best author out there. I know I've got tons to learn. But this story is near and dear to my heart. I know I say that every time. But if you've been with me on the ride since the beginning, you'll know that racing is one of my passions. I can't race.
Can't figure out the clutch. But I love to watch racing. And I know a couple of drivers and have talked to a few more. Even know a spotter pretty well. (He tells the drivers where the traffic is on track, in case you were scratching your head.)
My first story, first romance I ever attempted was a race themed story. I had this awesome guy picked out for a hero and a great heroine to tame him. But I had no idea that there were words that shouldn't be use. These crazy things called passive voice and point of view changes, head hopping....since then, I've gotten a little better. I know how to not use, if at all possible, passive voice. I know the skill to keeping certain words (was, had, did, has, is) to a minimum, and I realize that if you switch POV's mid scene, it had better be REALLY important.

So my news? The book, six years in the making, has been contracted by Total-E-Bound. I can't wait!!!

Friday Flirts

I'm hanging out over at the Total-E-Bound blog today!! Come on over and read my post. I'm talking hotties and procrastination.


Want an update as to where I'm at in the world? Sure you do!!

NASCAR story is almost done. I'm at the point of fixing little things here and there and trying to polish the rough edges. Hope to sub that soon.

Menage story is way back on track. 2500 words from the min. So I can't wait to get back to it.

Farmer is next on the docket. I want to get back to him and really whip him into shape. I mean, why not? Whips are fun. Ask Megan.

That's all for now. Unless edits roll in and derail everything. Which happens.

Toodles.
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Startin' With Me

My Free Read at Whipped Cream! Read it and let me know what you think!

Monday Moans ~ RACE TIME!!!

Wendi let me have the blog again because well, racing started this weekend. Yup. Irwindale had the Toyota All Star Showdown and in Daytona they had the Rolex 24. Now, I love me some Chevy muscle, and when I saw the new Camaro race car...yeah, I drooled worse than a sex-starved man in a nudie bar.

I mean, look at it.

Dayum. It screams 'look at me, love me'

I do.

But its also near my most and least favorite times of the year. Favorite? Nascar season starts in about three weeks. I miss screaming around the track at 150+ mph.
Least favorite? Valentine's day. Why? Because the woman I love doesn't want a whole lot to do with me. It's my own damn fault. You probably remember me and Megan. She's one in a million. Hopefully my contract situation will be worked out soon and I can get back on track.

Hopefully.

Here's to the worst of times leading to the best of times.

~Tucker

And Don't Forget to Check out These Awesome Authors: Megan Slayer, Kealie Shay, Menagerie Authors, Jessica Jarman, Devon Rhodes, Ashley Ladd, Linda McMaken, Cheryl Dragon, Marianne Arkins, Anne Rainey, KA Mitchell, Mychael Black, and Jenika Snow!

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!!!!

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.

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.