Travel Thursdays...I went on Vacation

I went to Bristol. Yep. You all know my love of racing and my love of trucks. I got to put the both together.

The photos are of the track and it's small, but it's fun to watch the cars/trucks/modifieds beat and bang on the racing surface. I have to say I got some great ideas while I was there. I did a bunch of research and saw some good racing.

Saw some crappy racing, too. Wrecks are fun, but when they are in a long line, many in a row, then it's not so fun. Tony Stewart tossed a helment after he did a synchronized spin with Matt Kenseth. Danica Patrick hit the wall head on. Ty Dillon ran out of gas and Austin Dillon punted more than a couple of cars to take fourth place.

I want to go again. It's exciting to see the cars and trucks glitter under the lights. It was a blast. But now it's back to writing. Seven days in a RV aren't terrible, but they aren't my idea of a blast. I like my house. But I'm home and writing and spinning yarns for my readers. I hope you enjoy them. :-) Back to the bat cave. Enjoy the pictures.

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.”

Thursday Thirteen ~ RACING!!!

Since the All Star Race is this weekend, and I'm a NASCAR kinda girl, I thought I'd do a post about racing and the things I love about it. Hope you enjoy the post as much as I did writing it.

13. The tracks. Yeah. Ranging from smooth and flat, to like my driving conditions, to banking I can't even walk up...the tracks are the best.


12. The feuds. Funny how one argument can totally wreck a race or whip up a whole group of people. Yup, I've witnessed fans tossing beer cans on a track because the wrong guy won.

11. The trucks. Have you ever seen the trucks that carry the cars to and from the tracks? Those things are monsters of efficiency. Cars on the top shelf, tools and parts on the bottom and a little area for all the computers. Easily a million dollars on wheels.


10. The swag. There is some crazy race swag out there. From navel piercings, to light up bobble headband things, to the standard T-shirts and die cast cars. You can literally go broke in the vendor section.


9. Jeff Burton - gotta give props to the 31 team. They're still going and gaining momentum. Plus, they have Caterpillar on the car. That's awesome.

8. The fans. There's some rabid folks. Want to start an arguement? Scream your alliance with a particular team, manufacturer brand, or driver. Instantly you'll either have a ton of pals or you'll have something lobbed at you.

7. Hand signals. You're wondering what I mean? Go to a race or just watch the crowd. There is always someone, forty rows up, completely out of the view of the driver, completely and wholely convinced the driver can **see** them as they give hand signals as to where to go on the track, who to pass, or who to wreck. I'm telling you, people watching is a blast at a race.

6. The pomp and circumstance. The drivers having their own intro music, the fireworks and ticker tape as they walk out in front of the crowd. You can be sitting in the crowd, have absolutely nothing to do with the race other than to be a spectator, but man, it's like the whole crazy thing engulfs you. You have to cheer and smile!!


5. Kevin Harvick - the guy can race you hard, wreck you, smile, and then whomp on you because you raced him hard, too. At least he gives as good as he gets. Plus, he's an owner as well as a driver. Guys with brains and brawn are very intriguing.

4. The cars and trucks. I said the trucks up above, but this time I mean the race vehicles themselves. In the Nationwide and Sprint Cup series, they race cars - Impalas, Fusions(Mustangs), Camrys, Challengers. In the Camping World series, it's all about the trucks - F-150, Silverado, Ram, Tundra. Those things are all a blast to watch screaming down a curve at oh, 190 mph.


3. Richard Childress Racing - plain and simple, they rock. Might not be the biggest out there, but they've overcome the lowest lows and soared with the highest highs. Richard's a former driver and he knows what's best for his teams. He's not about to short change just because it looks cool.

2. Clint Bowyer - yuppers, he's my guy. My driver. Gotta cheer for BB&T, Cheerios, and Chevy. He might not be the most outspoken, but he's not easily pushed around. Oh, and he's got a team to back him up and if he doesn't kick your butt, they just might. Plus the 33 just plain looks awesome on the track.


Number one rather goes without saying...

1. Gentlemen (and sometimes ladies), start your engines!!!!

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.