Racing Quotes of the Week

They are back! I got into a spell there where nothing was quite happening the way I needed it to, but I'm back. :-)

Here are those crazy quotes from the race at Chicagoland!

“…Look at him riding the top…”

He knows where he wants to be.

“…lots of ground to cover and not much time to do it…”

I’m sure he’ll do it. He’ll die trying if he can’t.

“…making passes and looking fine…”

Always good to look presentable.

“…he charged right through…”

Got to love a man with a plan.

“…Double wide on the restart…”

Sounds hinky!

“…likes to be fast on the restart…”

Can’t blame him for knowing what he wants.

DOOZY OF THE WEEK:

“…side by side for the top shelf position…”

Ooh! Can we get them to go three wide? A conga line?

Hey, this was a lot of fun. Join me next week with quotes from Eldora!

Sunday Snoggin with Saturday Night Special

Read more of the snogs here!

Seeing as I'm hanging out this weekend at the Lori Foster Reader and Author Get Together and Pimping my book, Saturday Night Special, I thought I'd post a hot snippet right here for the snogs. The book will be available in July from Turquoise Morning Press, but a little advanced promo never hurt!

Saturday Night Special 

Turquoise Morning Press

M/F, BDSM, Fem Dom, Spanking, Toys

14,000 words

She makes his motor run.

Blaine Haeferle drives fast and lives on the edge. He’s not afraid to risk it all for the win—unless his heart is in the mix. He loved once, but things ended in disaster. Can he accept the woman who holds his heart, despite all their jagged past?

Mallory Sweet never intended to leave Blaine without a word. But one night changed everything for her. Instead of facing her past, she ran. Is coming to terms with her past the key to winning the love of her life back?

Anything can happen on a Saturday night under the lights. 

And now for that SNOG!

“Hey.” She didn’t move, just watched him. “Blaine. I came back here because it was more private. I’m sorry if I encroached.”

“Don’t want to talk.” Blaine locked the door and crossed the short expanse to her. She shot out of her seat and opened her mouth to protest. He smothered her answer with a kiss. Lust and desire slammed into his brain. As much as he’d told himself he didn’t love her, he knew better. She flowed through his soul. Mallory clutched at his shirt and pressed her body to his. This, her soft body underneath him, this is what he needed. Craved. He angled her to the couch and dropped down between her knees. He broke the kiss and shoved her skirt up past her hips. She gasped and braced her feet. The heels of her shoes clicked on the hardwood floor.

“Good girl.” He grabbed the thin elastic of her panties and yanked. The scent of her whirled around him. Her cream glistened in the light. His mouth watered. He parted her thighs and buried his face in her pussy. All his unresolved feelings for her, the love, the devotion, the need welled to the surface. He never expected to see her again, much less have another chance to taste her kiss.

“Oh.” The word came out in a moan. She threaded her fingers into his hair. “Wow.”

Blaine suckled on her clit and without looking down, removed her shoes. He trailed his fingers up and down her leg, bracing her calf on his shoulder. God, he loved touching her. He committed each of her whimpers and sighs to memory.

She murmured his name and pulled on his hair. “Feels so good.”

He chuckled and laved his tongue over her labia. Like tasting honey sweetened silk. Blaine parted her pussy lips with his fingers and grazed his teeth over her clit. She bent her knee over his shoulder and pulled him in tighter. Mallory ground her hips against his face.

Not done yet. He inserted one finger into her channel. She gripped him, holding his finger within her. Holy fuck. If her pussy grabbed at his finger, he could hardly fathom her clenching around his cock. He suppressed a shiver. Soon.

“Fuck. Just fuck.” Mallory quivered and scraped her nails over his scalp. Blaine pumped his finger in her cunt. He loved the burn from her fingertips. Loved when she took the lead. Hell, whoever happened to be leading, he wanted claim her as his own.

“Blaine.” 

Racing Quotes of the Week

There are some really great ones this week. I can't wait to share them with you. Happy reading!!

“...sweeps right over the track...”

It’s always good to take up the majority of the track.

“...super tight...”

I thought that’s what the guy wanted? Super tight?

“...hungry to stay up front...”

The front can be pretty lonely. Or means you’re in the lead!

“...all over him for the lead...”

Maybe she just likes him that much?

“...keep the track under him...”

You don’ t want to spin out, especially if you’re in a line. Then you’d have a pile up!

“...drawing on the backside of the leaders...”

Hee hee. What are you drawing?

And the Doozy of the Week:

“...went down in there and swapped ends on him...”

Just gotta let that one ride all on it’s own. 

Racing Quotes of the Week!

 It's time for the racing quotes of the week!! Enjoy!!

"...ganging up on her..."

Sounds bad, but maybe it's fun?

"...a Busch up front..."

Snicker.

"...he's trying to go higher..."

Is that possible?

"...overcompensating for the intense speed..."

Sounds like he's a vibrator.

"...they almost smacked each other..."

Maybe they get into pain play?

"...drive down below her..."

Oh! So he's going for the girl below her. Got it.

"...Busch on the inside..."

That's a little confounding. I don't think it's supposed to be on the inside. Or is she in the middle?

And now for the DOOZY of the Week!!

"...he's going somewhere..."

One word: DUH. 

It's a race. Shouldn't he be going somewhere? Just sayin'.

Racing Quotes of the Week

There were some really fun ones this week. I can't wait to share them with you. Talladega always brings out the silly.

“...back or front, you choose...”

Aw...how sweet. A choice.

“...get comfortable, get a feel...”

Gotta start somewhere.

“...how aggressive you have to be to get ahead...”

Oh, so you’re a go-getter. Gotcha.

“...pulling out at the wrong time...”

Could be good. Could be bad. Depends on how you look at it.

“...give them an inch and they’ll take it all...”                                                        

Greedy. Nice.

“...gotta work together and make it happen...”

Tends to help. If one’s doing all the work, it can be boring.

Doozy of the Week - and this one is really.... really dirty.

“...don’t know if I’ve got enough room for the camera to follow my moves...”

Snicker. Sounds like a true professional. Professional what? You decide.

Race Quotes of the Week!

I'm trying to get better at remembering to post. I really am. I was going so well there for so long... Life happened. Oh well. Here are the quotes! Richmond was a font of great stuff!!

"...loose off the right corner..."
Well, someone help him get it straightened out!

"...wheel spin..."
AKA: frustration!

"...got a bad rub..."
Someone's having a bad day.

"...right rear all used up..."
Where are the second string!!!

"...right early in the run..."
Then get that second string in there!

"...that little team is pumped up..."
They took their little blue pills today!

"...the team is responding likewise..."
They took their pills, too!

And the DOOZY of the WEEK is...

"...two by two back to thirteenth..."
Sounds fun!

Enjoy!!!

Sunday Snog - Saturday Night Special!

So since it's Sunday and it's Snoggin' Time (woo hoo!!!), thought I'd use a kiss from my July novella, Saturday Night Special. Thanks to Victoria Blisse for having the Sunday Snogs. It's so much fun. Now... about that snog...

The book is called Saturday Night Special. Enjoy!!!

Blaine took a step back. Something happened between them, but fuck if he understood what. “Don’t tell me you came here for small talk. You hate making conversation for the sake of wasting time. What’s going on?” He touched her cheek. “You aren’t even smiling. What’s wrong?”

Her shoulders sagged and a tear slipped down her cheek. The old feelings rushed back into his heart. The longing, the need, wanting to make love to her until she screamed. God, he had it bad for her. He gathered her into his arms and stroked her hair. “Tell me who hurt you.”

Mallory stared up at him. “No one hurt me.” She wiped her face with the back of her hand, smearing her mascara. Instead of scrambling for a tissue to fix the damage, she continued staring at him. “I had a plan when I came here. And now it’s all fucked up.”

“Oh?” He brushed a lock of her hair off her forehead. “What was that?”

“This.” She threaded her arms around his neck and bounced on her toes to meet him for a kiss.

The blood rushed from his brain to his groin. He closed his eyes. She still tasted like honey and lemon. He swept his tongue over her lips and moaned when she gave him passage. He tangled his tongue with hers and held her tight to his chest. So soft and strong in his arms. Her light whimpers and the scratch of her nails on his back added to his pleasure. He drifted away, lost in the kiss, drunk on her and in total bliss. If he had more time, he’d throw her over his shoulder and take her into the camper bay of the hauler to have his way with her.

“Thought I’d find you here.”

Blaine opened his eyes. Mallory hadn’t broken the kiss. She mirrored his surprise. She slipped away from him and swiped her tongue across her bottom lip. Blaine held onto her and turned his attention to the interloper.

Racing Quotes of the Week... on Friday!

Image credit: ensup / 123RF Stock Photo

These are from the Unlimited and were funny as heck. :-) Love this stuff and hope you do, too.

"...Aggressive since the drop of the green..."

Well, I'd certainly hope so. It was a green. 

"...dived into a hole..."

Isn't that what it was there for?

"...thought he had a hole, went into a hole, didn’t make it..."

That's a lot of hole play. Maybe better switch it up. 

"...just hangs up and sends H to the front..."

Maybe it was his turn?

"...L is loose..."

Now that's not nice. He might be a very tight guy. You don't know for sure. Or do you?

"...engine boy..."

I hoped they were referring to the engineer or something, but it really sounds bad.

Thanks for reading and make sure you stay tuned for the next set of quotes next week. Fun from the 500!!!

Enjoy!

Ten Line Tuesday ~ Saturday Night Special

Since the Tasty Tuesday post has been removed, I thought I'd made today the Ten Line Tuesday Day. Ten lines from my WIP. This is from the unedited, expanded version of Saturday Night Special. Enjoy!

The late day sunlight light spread across the interior of the truck, making her eyes shine and her skin the perfect shade of peaches and cream – like unblemished porcelain. She took his breath away with nothing more than a smile.

Mallory patted the seat. “I needed a soft place to sit. These heels are killing me.”

His gaze slid down her sculpted calves to her shoes. His shivered. His cock pressed against his fire suit. Damn. He gave in to a quick fantasy and envisioned Mal in nothing but those high heels. “They’re killing me too.”

“What?”

Realizing he verbalized his thoughts, his attention snapped back to her face with a quick meander over the way her black miniskirt hugged her curves and blood red halter cupped her breasts.

Sunday Snoggin' with A New Story!!!

I've been hard at work in the bat cave slaving away on new stories for my readers. Heck, the characters won't leave me alone, either. So since it's Sunday and it's Snoggin' Time (woo hoo!!!), I thought I'd share a new story with all of you. Thanks to Victoria Blisse for having the Sunday Snogs. It's so much fun. Now... about that snog...

The book is called Saturday Night Special. Enjoy!!!

Blaine took a step back. Something happened between them, but fuck if he understood what. “Don’t tell me you came here for small talk. You hate making conversation for the sake of wasting time. What’s going on?” He touched her cheek. “You aren’t even smiling. What’s wrong?”

Her shoulders sagged and a tear slipped down her cheek. The old feelings rushed back into his heart. The longing, the need, wanting to make love to her until she screamed. God, he had it bad for her. He gathered her into his arms and stroked her hair. “Tell me who hurt you.”

Mallory stared up at him. “No one hurt me.” She wiped her face with the back of her hand, smearing her mascara. Instead of scrambling for a tissue to fix the damage, she continued staring at him. “I had a plan when I came here. And now it’s all fucked up.”

“Oh?” He brushed a lock of her hair off her forehead. “What was that?”

“This.” She threaded her arms around his neck and bounced on her toes to meet him for a kiss.

The blood rushed from his brain to his groin. He closed his eyes. She still tasted like honey and lemon. He swept his tongue over her lips and moaned when she gave him passage. He tangled his tongue with hers and held her tight to his chest. So soft and strong in his arms. Her light whimpers and the scratch of her nails on his back added to his pleasure. He drifted away, lost in the kiss, drunk on her and in total bliss. If he had more time, he’d throw her over his shoulder and take her into the camper bay of the hauler to have his way with her.

“Thought I’d find you here.”

Blaine opened his eyes. Mallory hadn’t broken the kiss. She mirrored his surprise. She slipped away from him and swiped her tongue across her bottom lip. Blaine held onto her and turned his attention to the interloper.

Well, shit.