Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week Fifteen

This wasn't just a win, it was a blowout. I have a soft spot in my heart for the Browns, but that was terrible. Still, we're in the lead in the division. Can't complain about that. There is always next week and the potential to fall. Let's not think about that. :-)

To keep us occupied, here are the honorable Mentions from last week: 

"This is gonna leave marks."

He did a face plant. I would expect it to.

"One tackle--see what you can hit."

The person being tackled, I would assume. 

"Those big guys up front absorb a lot of blockers."

They should. They're up front. 

"Nice move to get out of it."

He appreciates your sentiment.

Jeepers. Hitting, tackling...and no one got hurt except the guy with the marks. Interesting. 

Now on to those football funnies of the week.

"Hard to outrun."

Maybe he doesn't want to.

"He's got room if he wants to take it."

Good. He's been waiting on that room. 

"Punctures right through the middle."

Probably better than going askew and hurting something.

"Completely turned him loose."

He's the man about town and on the prowl!

"Quick little hitter in the middle."

That's because he got punctured. You'd hit, too, if you were punctured. 

"Wrapped up."

In what? Tape? Rope? Pictures, please!

And now for that Doozy of the Week. I love these. These are so much fun.  

"He rubs people the wrong way."

It's a talent.  

~

Since you're reading this, I'll bring this up. There's a Bengals player whose daughter was diagnosed with cancer. A portion of his jersey sales are being donated to the Cincinnati Children's Hospital to help with cancer research. It's a great cause. I've ordered mine. Want to know more?

Here's the article link and here's the link to the shop if you're inclined. 

Thank you!

Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals

By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0

 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)],

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week Twelve

That was a close one. I wasn't sure what would happen, but we managed. Still on top of the division. Squee!!

Here's to a great week next week. 

Until then...here are the honorable Mentions from last week: 

"explosive down the middle."

Get this man a tissue.

"big and explosive."

Seriously. Someone get him a tissue and some fiber.

"tending to air it out."

After whatever was explosive, I'd hope they would air it out.

"they're gonna sling it."

Ew. Where? So I know when to duck.

This has been a screwed up, smelly week. Now on to those football funnies of the week.

"Satan lives at the bottom of the pile."

He does? I had no idea. I thought it was turf and sweat.

"right in his bread basket."

As long as he's not still explosive, I suppose this isn't too bad. 

"wrapped up."

Again, if it's done after the explosivity, then it's not so bad. If it's before...then ick.

"wipe that one off."

Golly, it's a dirty week, isn't it? Gross.

"looking for a deep shot."

After that mess? I don't think so. Wash.

"he's there--huge!"

Interesting. Just..interesting.

And now for that Doozy of the Week. I love these. These are so much fun.  

"Keep pushin', pushin' and he'll fall right into your lap."

After that pushin', I'd hope he does.

~

Since you're reading this, I'll bring this up. There's a Bengals player whose daughter was diagnosed with cancer. A portion of his jersey sales are being donated to the Cincinnati Children's Hospital to help with cancer research. It's a great cause. I've ordered mine. Want to know more?

Here's the article link and here's the link to the shop if you're inclined. 

Thank you!

Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals

By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0

 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], 

via Wikimedia Commons

Monday Moans ~ Miss Me Baby

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I love my Ghost Explorers and the subsequent story, Miss Me Baby. The book came out in October. Missed it? Want a taste test? Why not? Grin. Here's a little bit from Miss Me Baby.

Miss Me Baby

Total-E-Bound
Contemporary, Paranormal
M/F, spanking
Novella
Available here Say you’ll haunt me, since I’ll never stop loving you.

Felicity Black never quite understood love. She worked her assets to get what she wanted and didn’t care who got in the way. Until she met John. He saw past her superficial self to the woman inside. Death separated her from John before she could tell him how she truly felt. Now she’s got her chance...just not in the way she expected.

John wanted Felicity to haunt him. She had been the only woman to stir not only his heart but his soul as well. But the woman claiming to be his lost love can’t be her... Felicity was dead. He has to decide whether to trust his gut or walk away from a new start.

Can a second chance at a first impression lead to love or a lifetime of heartbreak?

Reader Advisory: This story contains an out-of-body experience, voyeurism, spanking, rough sex, masturbation, and a chance for love to strike twice.

“You’re wearing too much now, Sweets.”

Felicity snapped her fingers. The thin tank and jeans she’d been wearing disappeared, leaving her in nothing but a thong. “You were saying?”

John yanked her tight against him and raked his nails down her chest. Felicity shivered and leaned into his touch. She moved his palm to her breast.

“Pinch it.”

John rolled her nipple between his index finger and thumb. Felicity moaned and caressed the bulge in his pants. She rolled her hips and shifted her damp pussy over his thigh. “John, fuck me.” She clenched her teeth and tilted her head back. “So good. Harder. Mark me. Fuck.”

Holy hell. If she kept up grinding on him and talking dirty, he’d come in his pants. He glanced around the space they were in. Four walls and a bed. Perfect…if he had any idea where the room was located. He mentally shrugged and walked to the bed with her in his arms.

“Lay down.”

Felicity gave him a sideways smile and dipped her head once as she sat down on the edge of the mattress. John grabbed the thin band of elastic on her thong and pulled. The flimsy fabric gave way, leaving her bare. Felicity cupped her breasts and opened her legs.

“Beautiful.” He worked the button on his pants. Seeing her glistening pussy and smelling the sweet scent of her arousal got to him every time. He struggled with the zipper. “Fuck.”

Monday Moans - Last of the Year!!

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Since it's the last of the year, I thought I'd share a story I love that I haven't talked about in a while. Somewhere I Belong. I'd love to find a Sully of my own. Grin. Enjoy this sexy snippet!

Get your copy here!

And now for that moan!!

“I’m not looking for love.” Marley shoved her hands into her back pockets. Her breasts arched towards him. “I’m running away at a full sprint.” 

“That’s when love finds you, when you aren’t ready.” He traced the neckline of her T-shirt. Sully cupped her breast, flicking his thumb over the beaded tip.

She slapped her hand through the air and backed away. “Save the syrupy stuff for one of your power ballads. I’m sitting this one out.”

“I’ll put in all the schmaltz I can, if the song’s written for you.” He grabbed the waistband of her shorts and tugged her flush against his body. Her mewl turned him inside out.

She stared at his shirt a moment before gazing into his eyes. “Hey, I’m not perfect or beautiful, and I speak my mind, I’m not the kind of woman—”

Sully gave into temptation and dipped down to taste her, silencing further explanation. Marley whimpered, thumping her fists against his chest. After a moment of hesitation, she opened to him, twining their tongues. He wrapped his arms around her body, cradling her, learning her curves. “You need time, but you make it hard for me to behave.” He broke the kiss and tangled his hands in her hair. “I want you.”

“Sully, this—us—can’t happen.” She panted and fisted his shirt. Her cheeks glowed a pinkish hue. “I won’t let it.”

He willed his breathing to slow to normal. She churned him up in too many delicious ways to count, and he wasn’t about to let her get away so quickly. “I’m not the same man I was when I left. Please don’t push me away like I pushed you.” 

Marley nibbled the inside of her cheek and toyed with the hem of her shirt. She cast her gaze downward. “My past isn’t rosy either. To use your words, I don’t know how to explain it.”

Sully smoothed his hand over her cheek, tilting her head to meet her gaze. “I’m here when you’re ready to talk.”

Visual Monday Moans

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Since I just started a shifter story, here's a nice man and lion sculpture. And yes, this is a fun story to start. :-) Can't wait to see where it goes! Enjoy!!

Monday Moans with a Picture!

I decided to switch gears a little this week. It's the holidays and everyone is getting a teensy stressed (stressed? there's no stinking stress around here!). Anyway, so for the moan, I found this picture on WikiCommons and thought, this totally lends to a story. Not sure how just yet, but yanno, it does. I'll have to corner Kealie and see what she says. Anyway, enjoy the sinfully hot pic!

By Marc from San Jose, CA, United States (Hotter Boy Bartender Assistant) [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Monday Moan ~ Miss Me Baby

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I forgot to post the Sunday Snog yesterday, so today I'm bringing back the Monday Moans. This one is from Miss Me Baby!

Say you’ll haunt me, since I’ll never stop loving you.

Felicity Black never quite understood love. She worked her assets to get what she wanted and didn’t care who got in the way. Until she met John. He saw past her superficial self to the woman inside. Death separated her from John before she could tell him how she truly felt. Now she’s got her chance...just not in the way she expected.

John wanted Felicity to haunt him. She had been the only woman to stir not only his heart but his soul as well. But the woman claiming to be his lost love can’t be her... Felicity was dead. He has to decide whether to trust his gut or walk away from a new start.

Can a second chance at a first impression lead to love or a lifetime of heartbreak?

Reader Advisory: This story contains an out-of-body experience, voyeurism, spanking, rough sex, masturbation, and a chance for love to strike twice.

Number of pages 58
Genre Paranormal/ Contemporary
Book Length Novella
Erotic Rating Total-e-burning
Sexometer 2
eBook Format ePub/HTML/PDF/Mobipocket(prc)
Send direct to Kindle? Yes
Cover art by Posh Gosh
ISBN# 978-1-78184-104-4
Available here!

And now for that moan!

She smoothed both hands up his chest and leant back in his arms. Felicity arched back over his forearms, giving him a delicious view of her breasts. She grabbed his shirt and slid up his body. “You should be naked. I want you.”

Hell, yeah. John untangled himself from her and ripped his shirt up over his head. He snorted. Getting naked in a dream always went so much smoother than in real life. He tossed the shirt out of sight and scooped her back into his arms.

“You’re wearing too much now, Sweets.”

Felicity snapped her fingers. The thin tank and jeans she’d been wearing disappeared, leaving her in nothing but a thong. “You were saying?”

John yanked her tight against him and raked his nails down her chest. Felicity shivered and leaned into his touch. She moved his palm to her breast.

“Pinch it.”

John rolled her nipple between his index finger and thumb. Felicity moaned and caressed the bulge in his pants. She rolled her hips and shifted her damp pussy over his thigh. “John, fuck me.” She clenched her teeth and tilted her head back. “So good. Harder. Mark me. Fuck.”

Holy hell. If she kept up grinding on him and talking dirty, he’d come in his pants. He glanced around the space they were in. Four walls and a bed. Perfect…if he had any idea where the room was located. He mentally shrugged and walked to the bed with her in his arms.

“Lay down.”

Felicity gave him a sideways smile and dipped her head once as she sat down on the edge of the mattress. John grabbed the thin band of elastic on her thong and pulled. The flimsy fabric gave way, leaving her bare. Felicity cupped her breasts and opened her legs.

“Beautiful.”

It's Monday Moan Time...with Visuals!

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I really like this picture and he reminds me so much of Sav from Tangled Up that I thought a visual Monday Moan was in order. Yeah? I like it. Plus, I've had Sav, Arran and Mindy on the brain. So enjoy!!

Monday Moans ~ Miss Me Baby

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My featured moan today is from Miss Me Baby. Felicity really wanted her story told and well, I couldn't say no. Here's the moan!

Say you’ll haunt me, since I’ll never stop loving you.

Felicity Black never quite understood love. She worked her assets to get what she wanted and didn’t care who got in the way. Until she met John. He saw past her superficial self to the woman inside. Death separated her from John before she could tell him how she truly felt. Now she’s got her chance...just not in the way she expected.

John wanted Felicity to haunt him. She had been the only woman to stir not only his heart but his soul as well. But the woman claiming to be his lost love can’t be her... Felicity was dead. He has to decide whether to trust his gut or walk away from a new start.

Can a second chance at a first impression lead to love or a lifetime of heartbreak?

Reader Advisory: This story contains an out-of-body experience, voyeurism, spanking, rough sex, masturbation, and a chance for love to strike twice.

Available here~

And here's the moan!!

She smoothed both hands up his chest and leant back in his arms. Felicity arched back over his forearms, giving him a delicious view of her breasts. She grabbed his shirt and slid up his body. “You should be naked. I want you.”

Hell, yeah. John untangled himself from her and ripped his shirt up over his head. He snorted. Getting naked in a dream always went so much smoother than in real life. He tossed the shirt out of sight and scooped her back into his arms.

“You’re wearing too much now, Sweets.”

Felicity snapped her fingers. The thin tank and jeans she’d been wearing disappeared, leaving her in nothing but a thong. “You were saying?”

John yanked her tight against him and raked his nails down her chest. Felicity shivered and leaned into his touch. She moved his palm to her breast.

“Pinch it.”

John rolled her nipple between his index finger and thumb. Felicity moaned and caressed the bulge in his pants. She rolled her hips and shifted her damp pussy over his thigh. “John, fuck me.” She clenched her teeth and tilted her head back. “So good. Harder. Mark me. Fuck.”

Holy hell. If she kept up grinding on him and talking dirty, he’d come in his pants. He glanced around the space they were in. Four walls and a bed. Perfect…if he had any idea where the room was located. He mentally shrugged and walked to the bed with her in his arms.

“Lay down.”

A Phantom Monday Moan!

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The Phantom of the Opera

Gaston Leroux and Wendi Zwaduk
Total-E-Bound
Novel
historical
m/f, bdsm, spanking, multiple partners
Available here!

The Classics Exposed…

A chance sighting at the Opera, fated love, and three lives in turmoil.

One man pledges to own her, while another wants her heart. The Opera sets the stage for romance and intrigue. In the catacombs below the building lives a man rife with sorrow and passion. The Phantom. But he’s not content to live alone. He wants to possess the one woman who can set him free.

His Christine.

Viscount Raoul de Chagny doesn’t believe the rumours of a Ghost living below the Opera. He only has eyes for Christine, his childhood friend and first love. Together they embark on a sensual journey of discovery and fiery desire.

But she can only have one man. Will love raise her up or tear their world apart?

And now for that Moan!!

Raoul groaned and picked up the pace. He rose up on his hands and planted his knees. Each time he surged into her, a little more colour filled her cheeks and the smile came back. She clawed at his back, her touch burning his skin.

“Yes, love. Mark me and show me who you love.” He quickened his pace. “Show me.”

Christine writhed beneath him. She dug her heels into the small of his back. “My body tingles.” She arched her hips and met him thrust for thrust. “I cannot breathe, but I don’t want to miss any of this.”

She tipped her head back and moaned. Oh, bloody hell. If she continued making noises, he’d have to employ a way to keep her quiet. The servants didn’t need to know what they were doing. Raoul silenced her moans with his kiss. God in heaven, he’d never be able to hold back long enough to place his seed on her belly rather than in it. Every last part of his body went tense. He reared back and pulled his cock from her pussy. He clamped his mouth shut and spilled his sticky offering on her thigh. Ribbons of the pearly liquid decorated the curls covering her pussy. A sheen of sweat glistened on her skin and her breasts heaved. He’d never seen anyone so beautiful in his entire life.

No matter the cost, he had to have her forever. His.

Raoul collapsed beside her and fought to catch his breath. “Did you enjoy what I did? I tried to make our coupling something for you to enjoy. I have so much more I can teach you, if you’ll let me.”

It's a Monday Moan Release Day Moan!!

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It's a release day moan today. Sunshine of Your Love comes out today!! I'm excited and a little scared. I mean, this is a historical. A recent historical, set in 1970, but still. The Historical market is really tough. If you stopped by yesterday for the Snog, then this is where it gets hotter!! So here it is.

Available here!

Here's a white hot Monday Moan excerpt!

Noel snuggled against her side. “You went out there naked.”

“Except for the sheet,” Cindy murmured. She shifted and turned to face him. Instead of going to sleep, she slipped one hand between their bodies and into the waistband of his boxer shorts.

Noel’s breath hitched and his eyes closed. She wound her fingers around his growing erection. He groaned and ground his hips into hers.

“Feels good.” Another groan as she worked her fingers up and down his length in long strokes. The start of a smile curled his lips. “Damn good.” Noel tumbled on to his back. “Let me lose these.” He yanked the boxer shorts down his legs and kicked the garment to the end of the bed.

She straddled his thighs and trailed her fingers over his dick. Liquid seeped from the blunt head of his cock. What did he taste like? She bit her bottom lip and scooted down his legs. With her gaze fixed on his, she swiped her tongue through the pre-cum.

Noel shivered and threaded his fingers into her hair. “Yeah.” He moaned. “More.”

Feeling bold, she licked the thick vein on the underside of his cock. Cindy took him into her mouth and rolled her tongue around his dick. She hollowed her cheeks and hummed. She scraped her teeth down his dick.

“Up and down,” he coaxed. “Easy, Sunshine.”

She bobbed her head, mouth-fucking him in time with the music playing in her head. Her breasts grazed the hair on his thighs, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She massaged his sac and rocked back on her heels. Noel’s grasp in her hair tightened and his hips bucked.

“Fuck.” His chest arched. “Oh.” He dug his heels into the mattress. His cock bumped the back of her throat. Salty seed burst on her tongue. She fought the urge to pull back and swallowed his offering. Noel went rigid, then limp beneath her.

Noel’s chest rose and fell with each breath. He opened his hand and patted the mattress. “You got me.”

Monday Moans ~ My Immortal

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Like the new banner? I do. It's white hot. Now it's time for Monday Moans. I love this time of the week. Happy shivers. Speaking of happy shivers, I'm featuring my novel My Immortal. The book has garnered some mixed emotions from readers. My vampires might not be run of the mill, but to me, that's what makes them fun. See what you think!

My Immortal

Total-E-Bound
Genre Paranormal/ Vampire
Book Length Novel
Erotic Rating Total-e-burning
eBook Format ePub/HTML/PDF/Mobipocket(prc)
eReaders Supported All current eReaders
Send direct to Kindle? Yes
Cover art by April Martinez
ISBN# 978-0-85715-275-6

What’s a girl to do when she finds out the man of her dreams is a 340-year-old vampire? Run like hell or offer her heart.

Being a vampire hasn’t been easy for Storm Richardson. He’s not programmed to kill or harm, unless he needs to feed. When he meets Stephanie 'Stevie' Persing, he knows he’s found his mate. But if he crosses the line between work and play, he risks losing the only person who matters—her.

Stevie’s been in love with Storm since the moment she laid eyes on him. He’s brooding, intense, and her one weakness. But is her heart too steep a price to pay for his love, especially when she discovers his deepest secrets?

Reader Advisory: This book contains minimal scenes of rape in a flashback as well as smokin’ hot sex in a hot tub, a pickup truck, and the shower.

Available here!

And now for that moan!

“Ah Stevie, this music makes me want to rush home to fuck you.”

A moment of shock flickered in her eyes as she froze mid-kiss.

He grasped her hips and tugged her closer. “Do you feel this, Stevie?” His erection pulsed against her curvaceous butt. “You do this to me, not a silly bet. No one else.”

Her lips parted and he captured them in a deep kiss. Heat rushed through his system. He needed a bed, now. Her nails scraped his scalp, but he didn’t care. He wanted her marks on his back, his arms, anywhere she damn well pleased.

A bump from one of the couples in the crowd broke his reverie. He glanced up to see Bruce and Cherylyn knotted up in their own sensual embrace. He snorted. Shitty timing. “Spin, Stevie. Photo time.”

She did as told and stuck a sexy pose by throwing her arm over her head and clutching the strap of her thin cotton dress. Pretending to capture pictures of Stevie, Storm took the photos necessary for the job and a couple extra for himself. So he sounded horny and a bit possessive? By the time he confessed, he wanted her for more than work partners.

A fresh burst of desire flushed his body. His cock throbbed to the point of pain. He nodded when he finished his handiwork and tugged her close once more. “Let’s get one of us together.” She snuggled against him and pouted for the camera. At the last minute, she turned and planted a wet kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“You want to play dirty?” Storm met her surprised grin.

Stevie crooked a brow. Her eyes flickered with the pulsing light display from the ceiling and a bit of mischief. “Maybe I do.”

He shoved the electric device into his back pocket and captured her lips. They couldn’t get home fast enough.

What a sweet torment.

Monday Moans ~ Sunshine of Your Love

Since I totally goofed and didn't get the Snog post up yesterday, I'm making up for it with a fun moan. I love this story and can't wait for it to come out so you can read it, too. Enjoy!

It’s 1970. The world is in upheaval. Can two people really make a difference and find love at the same time?

Noel Flynt signed up for the Army to carry out his family duty. He never expected the travesties of Vietnam to take their toll on him. He’s coming back to the world he thought he knew, but with everything changing around him, he’s going to have to learn he can’t live in the past.

Cindy Stephens couldn’t wait for Noel to return. She sees the man within the uniform and has loved him for as long as she can remember. But times have changed. She’s not the timid schoolgirl any longer. Can she accept his changes, too? The only constants are time and love.

Reader Advisory: This book contains one war hero, the woman who loves him, lots of hot sex, with a little spanking mixed in for good measure.

Available here on July 30th

And now for that moan!

“You went out there naked.”

“Except for the sheet,” Cindy murmured. She shifted and turned to face him. Instead of going to sleep, she slipped one hand between their bodies and into the waistband of his boxer shorts.

Noel’s breath hitched and his eyes closed. She wound her fingers around his growing erection. He groaned and ground his hips into hers.

“Feels good.” Another groan as she worked her fingers up and down his length in long strokes. The start of a smile curled his lips. “Damn good.” Noel tumbled on to his back. “Let me lose these.” He yanked the boxer shorts down his legs and kicked the garment to the end of the bed.

She straddled his thighs and trailed her fingers over his dick. Liquid seeped from the blunt head of his cock. What did he taste like? She bit her bottom lip and scooted down his legs. With her gaze fixed on his, she swiped her tongue through the pre-cum.

Noel shivered and threaded his fingers into her hair. “Yeah.” He moaned. “More.”

Feeling bold, she licked the thick vein on the underside of his cock. Cindy took him into her mouth and rolled her tongue around his dick. She hollowed her cheeks and hummed. She scraped her teeth down his dick.

“Up and down,” he coaxed. “Easy, Sunshine.”

She bobbed her head, mouth-fucking him in time with the music playing in her head. Her breasts grazed the hair on his thighs, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She massaged his sac and rocked back on her heels. Noel’s grasp in her hair tightened and his hips bucked.

“Fuck.” His chest arched. “Oh.” He dug his heels into the mattress. His cock bumped the back of her throat. Salty seed burst on her tongue. She fought the urge to pull back and swallowed his offering. Noel went rigid, then limp beneath her.

Noel’s chest rose and fell with each breath. He opened his hand and patted the mattress. “You got me.”

“I do?” Cindy sat back on her heels and wiped the corners of her mouth. “Feel a little better now?”

“Better is putting it mildly. Come here.” Noel opened his arms. “I want to hold you.” She crawled up next to him. Noel rested his cock between her ass cheeks and held her tight in his arms. “I can handle the darkness when I’m with you.”

Monday Moans ~ Right Where I Need to Be

Moans are always so much fun. This one is sort of from the vault. It's been out a while, but I love these characters, so I had to share.

Right Where I Need to Be

Contemporary
Novel
Wild Rose Press
Available here!

Logan Malone needs an acting job and fast. With his string of broken hearts, his professional life lies in shambles. To resurrect his career, he must audition for a television role which could be the job of a lifetime.

Cass Jenson needs an actor for her made for TV movie. The previous actor dropped out, leaving her stranded. Her savior shows up looking sinfully sexy and totally right for the part, but what part is she auditioning him for - her movie or her bed?

(Pages 298) Hot

And now for that moan!! “I’ll get your water, but know this Logan Malone: don’t hurt her or I will hurt you. That’s a promise and a threat.” With that, Les stepped off the porch and disappeared around the corner of the garage.

Cass propped her chin on her knuckles. “Care to sit? You did work hard.”

Logan eased down next to her on the concrete step. He bumped her shoulder with his own. “I know where I’d like you to sit,” he mumbled.

Cass threw her head back and laughed. “You know how long it’s been since I heard that line?”

Logan shared her humor. “You can’t blame me for trying.”

Her laughter subsided as she watched him. “Thank you.”

He felt a camaraderie building and bumped her shoulder again. “That was a dirty trick, you know.”

Cass bit the corner of her mouth. “I know.”

Those two words resonated through his soul. She played his games with ease and intended to win. She brushed her hair away from her face.

“So where’s the water? I’m parched.” He grabbed his chest over-dramatically and slumped against her. “And fading fast.”

Cass playfully punched his thigh. “You are not, drama king,” she shot back. “We don’t have valets here in Crawford so you’re temporarily out of luck.”

Logan laughed until his chest hurt. “I need to learn how to get what I want on my own. I think this was lesson number one.”

She patted his knee, but her hand lingered a bit too long. “Good call.” She glanced at him and then at the ground before standing up. He reached out to touch the perfect globes of her ass, but recoiled. Don’t scare her.

“Cass?”

She paused without turning around. “I’m putting the tractor away. Do you need something?”

Logan opened his mouth. You naked and in my bed teetered on the tip of his tongue. “A shower?” Was that all he could muster? Wow. He left the lion’s share of his smoothness on the plane.

Cass hopped aboard the mower. “You do ask for a lot, but I owe you.” She started the engine. “Les will show you where the guest bathroom is.”

Before he could answer, she drove off. Yes. A shower gave him time in her house. Now…to breach her defenses and melt the ice surrounding her heart.

Monday Moans ~ Somewhere I Belong

Thought I'd feature my novella Somewhere I Belong this week for the moan. I love this story and hope you will too! It's from Liquid Silver Books. Why not snag a copy for yourself?

Here are the links:
Amazon
BN
Allromance Ebooks
Liquid Silver Books

He never knew what he was missing until he came home to find his place to belong—with her.

Sullavan Tanner walked away from Jarvis, Ohio, afraid to give his heart to the woman he loved. He lived the rock and roll lifestyle, but never quite made it to the big time. Fifteen years later, he’s back and ready to claim what’s his—if she’ll accept his help.

Marley Lockwood’s done asking for help. The family farm is more than she can handle, but if she can survive a cancer scare, the loss of her parents, the abandonment by her first love, and a messy divorce, she can handle anything.

Until Sully shows up.

Although she’s not interested in rekindling the love affair, she’s not above accepting Sully’s hands on the farm. What’s the worst that could happen? They get the farm out of the red and into the black? That’s her plan. They actually fall in love? The past says it won’t work, so she’s not hedging her bets.

Too bad Sully’s not giving up this time.

And now for that moan!!

A warm hand touched her other shoulder, jerking her from her thoughts. “Do you mind if I sit with you?” The gravelly voice rolled down her back. Heat enveloped her and not from the August night. The twinge of fear subsided, replaced by the strength of his presence.

“Sully.”

Sully shuffled his feet and crinkled his brows. His cocoa-colored eyes glittered in the firelight. He’d shaved the midday scruff from his cheeks but left a sprinkling of hair on his chin and upper lip. Instead of wearing the standard bandana, his hair stood in messy spikes, giving him a tousled, straight-out-of-bed look. His cologne wrapped around her like a woodsy blanket. Her mouth watered. How could one man look so darned sexy without effort?

“Chores are done, you’re free, I’m free. I wanted a dance for old times’ sake.” The silver ring on the middle finger of Sully’s right hand caught the light as he gestured to her. “Will you dance with me, Marley? I don’t have cooties, man germs, or any other gross diseases.”

Man germs...good grief. She needed an answer to put him back in his place.

“Dancing isn’t my thing.” Why did Sully make her so nervous? Because Sully made her inner thighs heat and her heart thunder. Every time she heard him sing she swooned. Hell, when they worked side by side on the wagons, she resisted the urge to smother him with kisses. She pressed her lips together. The idea of his sexy naked body melding with hers had haunted her dreams since she hit puberty. Of all the men she knew, Sully remained elusive and out of reach. And yet, he’d come back when she needed him the most...like a white knight. God, she had to get the childish, fanciful thoughts from her head and regain her footing in the real world.

Sighing, he eased down next to her. “I don’t buy that for a moment, but I’m not gonna push.” He bumped her shoulder with his, sending a frisson of lust snaking through her body. “I missed our late-night conversations.” A chuckle erupted from his throat. “You know, I never found someone to understand me like you do.”

She balled her fists to keep from touching him and stared at the crisp yellow flames. Sully smelled like sin and pine. “Conversationalist is my middle name.”

Sully cupped her chin, redirecting her gaze. “And all this time I thought it was Elaine.”

Despite wanting to stay, Marley stood. “I never could fool you.”

“Dance?”

She shook her head. “I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“You left after we had sex. Like right after. Was it that bad or was it just a notch for your belt?”

His smile faded. “Marley, that’s not fair.”

“Thanks for your answer.” She brushed imaginary debris from her lap. “You and I work together. There will be no dancing, no kissing, and no love. Got me?”

“Who said kissing?” He stood and grabbed her hand. Sully tugged her away from the fire and the rumble of conversation to the privacy of the back porch. “There’s a lot of stuff you don’t know about, and I don’t know how to tell you, but I absolutely want to kiss you.”

Monday Moans ~ You'll Think of Me

I'm a little late getting the moan onto the blog, but gracious, yesterday was a busy day! Grin. So here it is. An oldie but a goodie! I'm still working on a follow-up for Rhett, don't worry. It's one of those seemingly endless things that's in the works. So enjoy You'll Think of Me.

You'll Think of Me
Total-E-Bound
Contemporary
Novella
M/f, light bdsm, sex outside
Available here!

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.

And now for that MOAN!

“Did I ever tell you how dead sexy you are?”

As he raised his thick brows and smirked, he rubbed her back with long, languid strokes. The creases on his forehead melted away, making him look like the Cade she remembered. Could Rhett’s comment be true? A tiny part of her hoped so. She shoved the thought aside to insulate her feelings.

“It’s been a while, Mel. Why?”

His sexy rumble turned her insides out and spurred her on. She let go of his shirt and cupped his cheeks. “You are, and I want you—right now.” She pressed her open lips to his and moaned. Kissing Cade was almost better than sex. He knew how to tease and torment her with nothing more than his tongue. He tasted like sin and smelled divine, like an outdoorsman. A girl could get lost in that much testosterone, and Melanie never wanted to be found. How had she managed to stay friends-with-benefits with him for so long after the break up?

Groaning, he wound his fingers in her hair. Her scalp tingled as he spoke against her lips. “You do know how to get a man’s attention.”

She tugged him into the game room. Thoughts raced through her head. Her nipples brushed against his chest, sending streaks of electricity straight to her core.

As she snicked the door shut with her hip, she rubbed her hands over his body, both to keep her desires in check and to entice him. Hard muscle and heat seared her fingers. Her body hummed with excitement only Cade could elicit. Maybe if she stuck to touching, she could keep her heart safe within her defences.

His eyes darkened and a low whistle escaped his lips. He tugged her into his embrace as they toppled over the arm of the knobby brown couch. She ground her crotch against the steel in his pants and clutched his ass. “I want you.” God, it felt good to admit the truth. When he crushed his lips to her, he explored her mouth with his tongue. He slipped his right hand under her tank top and bra, pinching her taut nipple. Shimmers of lust and need raced through her veins. His normally hard expression softened and he smiled. “Baby, I want you too. I dreamt of you, but not like this.”

Did he want more? Emboldened, she fumbled to remove his cock from his pants. “I need you in me.”

“Wait.” He slid her silk panties to the side and stroked the slickness over her nether lips with his thick fingers, sending tremors through her body at warp speed. She whimpered. Had it been that long since she’d had sex? Yes, and he knew how to push all her buttons with the smallest touches.

As she curled her body into him, she nibbled his scratchy jaw and throat. “Cade!”

“So wet and so pretty, but I want to make this last. I want you so wet you’re begging for me.” He groaned and nipped her bottom lip between his teeth. He grasped her hip with his left hand. With the index finger of his right hand, he plundered her tight pussy in one long stroke.

Melanie closed her eyes and moaned. “Oh, God!”

Monday Moans ~ Somewhere I Belong

Time for the Monday Moans!! I love this time of the week. I get to share a saucy moan with you and maybe introduce you to a new to you book. This week the moan comes from Somewhere I Belong. I'm debating writing John's story from this book. If you've read it, let me know. I'd love input. But you're here to read the moan, too. So without further ado...

Somewhere I Belong
Liquid Silver Books
Contemporary, M/F
novella
available here and here!

Sullavan Tanner walked away from Jarvis, Ohio, afraid to give his heart to the woman he loved. He lived the rock and roll lifestyle, but never quite made it to the big time. Fifteen years later, he’s back and ready to claim what’s his—if she’ll accept his help.

Marley Lockwood’s done asking for help. The family farm is more than she can handle, but if she can survive a cancer scare, the loss of her parents, the abandonment by her first love, and a messy divorce, she can handle anything.

Until Sully shows up.

Although she’s not interested in rekindling the love affair, she’s not above accepting Sully’s hands on the farm. What’s the worst that could happen? They get the farm out of the red and into the black? That’s her plan. They actually fall in love? The past says it won’t work, so she’s not hedging her bets.

Too bad Sully’s not giving up this time.

And now for that Moan!

Sully marched across the lawn to the smaller pond on the north end of the property. Frogs croaked, and Canadian geese honked overhead. Cattails swayed. The tall grass rustled. The scent of wildflowers, dish soap, and Marley swirled around him. The combination was more intoxicating than the stiffest drink, yet left him sober enough to know what he was doing.

Once he set her on her soggy sneaker-clad feet, he stared at the picture she made. Wild chestnut curls danced in the breeze, crimson stained her cheeks, and fire lit her blue eyes. The T-shirt plastered itself to her body, and the outline of a navel ring caught his attention. So she’d kept her wild side. Good for her. He never saw a woman look sexier in such a natural, yet rebellious fashion.

“Why’d you go all cave man on me?” She cocked her hip and thrust out her chin. “You already had my attention.”

He wound his fingers through her hair, drawing her close. God, she felt so right. Why didn’t he see the connection before? Or rather, why didn’t he make the connection before? “Marley, being in New York didn’t soothe my soul.”

“I see. It’s not making me change my mind about men, but I see.”

Think, Sul, think. “I’m more afraid of the things I can’t control. You make me so crazy. My thoughts jumble and asshole things come out of my mouth.”

“I’m not looking for love.” Marley shoved her hands into her back pockets. Her breasts arched towards him. “I’m running away at a full sprint.”

“That’s when love finds you, when you aren’t ready.” He traced the neckline of her T-shirt. Sully cupped her breast, flicking his thumb over the beaded tip.

She slapped her hand through the air and backed away. “Save the syrupy stuff for one of your power ballads. I’m sitting this one out.”

“I’ll put in all the schmaltz I can, if the song’s written for you.” He grabbed the waistband of her shorts and tugged her flush against his body. Her mewl turned him inside out.

She stared at his shirt a moment before gazing into his eyes. “Hey, I’m not perfect or beautiful, and I speak my mind, I’m not the kind of woman—”

Sully gave into temptation and dipped down to taste her, silencing further explanation. Marley whimpered, thumping her fists against his chest. After a moment of hesitation, she opened to him, twining their tongues. He wrapped his arms around her body, cradling her, learning her curves.

“You need time, but you make it hard for me to behave.” He broke the kiss and tangled his hands in her hair. “I want you.”

Late Monday Moan ~ Right Where I Need to Be

I'm late getting this week's Monday Moan up because well, I went to sleep last night after practically running all weekend long. Don't get me wrong, I had fun. I'll be posting about my weekend in a day or two (check on Wednesday), but right now is about the Moan! Right Where I Need to Be
The Wild Rose Press
Contemp, novel, m/f
hot
Available here!

Logan Malone needs an acting job and fast. With his string of broken hearts, his professional life lies in shambles. To resurrect his career, he must audition for a television role which could be the job of a lifetime.

Cass Jensen needs an actor for her made for TV movie. The previous actor dropped out, leaving her stranded. Her savior shows up looking sinfully sexy and totally right for the part, but what part is she auditioning him for - her movie or her bed?

Temporarily forgetting her visitor, she opened the door to the ice-blue guest room. “What the…” Her jaw dropped. There in all his naked glory, totally at ease and unaware, stood Logan Malone. He grabbed her fuchsia towel and wrapped it around his toned buns. Her mouth watered. She willed her heart to stop thudding so loud.

He turned slowly, giving her a tantalizing view of his sculpted back and legs. “Hi.”

Cass snapped her jaw shut. How did the man pull off casual in such a heavy situation? She spouted the first thing that popped into her head. “You always parade around in pink towels?” Oh crap. That sounded stupid.

He dipped his head. A wicked smile curled the corner of his mouth. Cass tried not to fan herself. Did the heat kick on? “I prefer blue or green, but I make do with what’s available.” He winked. “Enjoying the view?”

She nodded and licked her lips. Enjoying? Try having one of the most exciting daydreams of her life. “Well, then Mr. Pink. I’ll let you get dressed. I hate interruptions.” She turned to leave.

“Cass?”

She froze. The sound of rustling came from the room. “My manly blue towels are in the wash.” Forcing her feet to move, she stepped down the hallway and took a deep breath. At least she had a centerfold image to fantasize about later. She closed her eyes. When she opened them again, there stood Logan in nothing but unsnapped blue jeans. The hunter green elastic of his boxers showed above the open zipper. A sprinkling of crisp hair led down into the V of his faded denim. Desperately reigning in her desire to marvel at his body, she redirected her attention to his face. “What do you want?”

Logan licked his lips. His eyes burned with flecks of amber and sage. She couldn’t look away from his intensity. Her cheeks flushed. He said only one word. “You.”

Monday Moans ~ Over My Head

I've been featuring moans that were older. Nothing wrong with older, but you know, sometimes new is good, too. So here's a newer moan from Over My Head. Seems to be getting good reviews. And if you like it, the story continues in When You're With Me. But here's the deets from Over My Head:

Contemp, suspense/mystery, men in uniform, thriller
novella, from the Heart Attack Collection
Total-E-Bound
M/F, anal play
Available here!

What happens when two opposites realise they have more in common than expected?

I’m a dancer…and a damn good one. I work at the Silver Steel Gentlemen’s Club. My hard and fast rule? No freebies and no office dating. Except for Slade. Hard, fast, slow, gentle...I don’t care. I’ll take him any way possible. But he’s not that into me.

Or so she thinks. I’m a bouncer at the Silver Steel. Astra doesn’t realise I see her—I can’t help myself. She captivates me every time she’s on the stage. I want her, but I have a...problem. I’m not at the Steel to pick up chicks or even work the room. I’m there to stop the influx of drugs into the community. Yeah, I’m a cop. But if the job means sampling the dancers... Well, as long as I keep my heart out of it, I’ll be fine.

I hope.

Reader Advisory: This book has a kick ass hero, a dancer with all the right moves, hot sex, a little mutual anal play for good measure and mention of drug use.

And here's that moan!

Her lips parted as she closed the distance between them. She shrugged out of her jacket and dumped the discarded garment onto the floor. Her T-shirt, torn at the collar, slipped off one creamy shoulder. Astra placed her hands on his shoulders and backed him against the hotel room door.

“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you,” she murmured, her mouth a whisper away from his. “Make me feel alive.”

He didn’t have time to process her words before she pressed against him, chest to breast, mons to groin, and face to face. She placed an open-mouthed kiss to his lips.

Holy hell, he’d waited for this moment. He turned her around, pressing her back against the door and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He splayed his hands on her ass. If they were going to fuck, it sure as hell wasn’t going to be up against some cold door. He wanted her in the bed, mussed sheets surrounding her.

Slade sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, thrilled when she groaned. She threaded one of her small hands into his hair, tugging at the strands. Fuck. His cock throbbed. He needed her naked. Now. His legs connected with the edge of the bed, but instead of placing her on the mattress with grace, he tumbled down on top of her.

Astra laughed. She fucking laughed as he stood back up and struggled out of his coat. The vixen. “Better not be taunting me, little girl.” He tossed the tangled mass of coat onto the floor somewhere behind him. “I’m not one of those guys from the club.”

“Good,” she said and grabbed the hem of her shirt. “Fuck me.”

Monday Moans ~ Somewhere I Belong

Here's a good moan from one of my favorite books. I love me some farmers. Somewhere I Belong is my farmer book. I want a Sully of my own.

Somewhere I Belong

Contemp, novella, m/f
Liquid Silver Books
Available here!

Sullavan Tanner walked away from Jarvis, Ohio, afraid to give his heart to the woman he loved. He lived the rock and roll lifestyle, but never quite made it to the big time. Fifteen years later, he’s back and ready to claim what’s his—if she’ll accept his help.

Marley Lockwood’s done asking for help. The family farm is more than she can handle, but if she can survive a cancer scare, the loss of her parents, the abandonment by her first love, and a messy divorce, she can handle anything.

Until Sully shows up.

Although she’s not interested in rekindling the love affair, she’s not above accepting Sully’s hands on the farm. What’s the worst that could happen? They get the farm out of the red and into the black? That’s her plan. They actually fall in love? The past says it won’t work, so she’s not hedging her bets.

Too bad Sully’s not giving up this time.

And here's the moan!

“Sully?” Marley climbed out of bed and strode to the double window. Sheets of rain damped her sleep shirt as she slid the frame open. “Sully, get out of the rain. You’ll catch pneumonia.”

He slithered through the gap. “Marley.” He wrapped rain-soaked arms around her. His body shook. Fear? Regret? Longing? She wasn’t sure.

Her heart thundered in her chest. He’d come to her. In more ways than she wanted to admit, his gesture warmed her blood. He chipped away at her need for him, making her feelings stronger. “Sully, we aren’t kids. You don’t have to shimmy up the lattice and climb through my bedroom window to talk to me. You have keys to the house.”

“I need you.” He cupped her jaw in both hands.

“I’m in my pajamas.” Marley licked her lips and closed her eyes. How could she sound so foolish? “I mean…”

“Sweetheart, I’m trying to be romantic.” He edged her to the bed. Her calves hit the oak frame and mattress. “I need a woman who responds to my touch. A woman who needs me.”

“Sully, don’t do something we’ll regret.” Desire and longing bubbled in her heart.

“You wound me, but I like it.” Sully rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip and wrapped an arm around her body. He kneaded her ass with callused fingers. “I’m tired of the soul-deep hurting and running from my problems.”

Marley moaned and clamped her mouth shut. If she allowed herself to feel, would her dream vanish? A chuckle rumbled in his throat. Her insides turned to mush. Sully wasn’t a dream. He was very much real and in the flesh.

“Kiss me and make me whole, Marley.”

Pain stabbed her in the heart, deflating her euphoria. He wasn’t free for her taking.

“But–”

“No one else exists except you and me, love.”

Sully mashed his lips against hers, making her whimper. He tasted like sweet tea and spicy man. Against her better judgment, Marley broke the kiss and ripped the rumpled sleep shirt over her head. If she was going to have a lapse in judgment, then why not make the king of all mistakes?