Friday, August 31, 2012

Happy Friday!

As I write today, I'm catching up on episodes of the 7th season of Weeds. Though he's a background character, I've become quite smitten with Pablo Schreiber. I Googled some pics. Enjoy and happy Friday!

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Sexy songs!

This morning one of my characters woke me up at 4am with "insight" into his enigmatic persona. While I'm always grateful for characters who are forthcoming with their back story, personality quirks, likes, dislikes, etc, 4am is not an ideal time to do it. (Find out more about Black here)

Now that is bringing sexy BACK!
After fixing coffee and settling in at my laptop, I knew I'd need more the a steamy cup of caffeine to get in the mood to write. On a whim, I searched my music library for songs that contain the word "sex" or "sexy" in the title. I was surprised by how many results I received.

Here's my "sexy" playlist for the day:

Sexy Back - Justin Timberlake (yes, I love JT and I'm longer ashamed to admit, so there!)
You Sexy Thing - Hot Chocolate
Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye
Sexy M.F. - Prince
I'm too Sexy - Right Said Fred
Do Ya Think I'm Sexy - Rod Stewart
Sex Type Thing - Stone Temple Pilots
Sexy B*tch - David Guetta
Love Sex Magic - Ciara (featuring Justin Timberlake)

I'm sure there are more. Did I miss one of your favorites? Just add it to the comments section!


Wednesday, August 29, 2012


Good morning all! It's a beautiful hump day morning here in NoVa and I'm not just saying that because I played hooky yesterday with the BF *grin*. Aside from my stolen day of wine and roses, I've been hard at work on two new WIPs. One is half of a two novella book titled BACKSTAGE PASSES and I'm fortunate to be collaborating with the wonderful Denyse Bridger on that one (love ya, Denyse!). The other is a naughty little BDSM piece working title: BLACKEST NIGHT.

To kick your hump day off the write way (hee hee), here's a sneak peek:

An older woman with dyed black hair in a black dress and black Doc Martins greeted me with a toothy smile. “Welcome, welcome. I’m Rocky and this is my little family. Nice to see a new face here.”
She took my hand and patted it.
A lump so large I couldn’t breathe formed in my throat. “I―I…”
“Relax, dear.” She rubbed my back. “You’re among friends here.”
“Thanks,” I croaked. “I’m Georgia.”
“Is that how you want to known? Most of us use choose a play name, but since this is a your first time we can go with Georgia.”
A play name? I hadn’t even thought of that. Online, I’d chosen the username “CuriousGeorgia” but I didn’t want to be thought of as mischievous little monkey, did I?
I ran a hand over my auburn curls. “How about Red?”
“That’ll work.” Rocky clapped her hands, drawing the attention of the group. “Everyone, meet Red. She’s a novice so play nice…or nicely naughty.”
Some of the others flipped waves at me or smiled, but most went back to their conversations.
“Get yourself a drink and mingle a bit,” Rocky said, squeezing my shoulder then she waved at someone across the room. “Nice to meet you Red.”
As soon as Rocky left, several men walked up to me. I felt like a wounded fish in the middle of a feeding frenzy. Sharks of all shapes and sizes schooled around me.
“Are you here to meet anyone specific?”
“Is this really your first munch?”
“What kind of play are you interested in?”
“Dom, sub or switch?”
Rapid fire questions came from every direction and I didn’t know what to say. Searching the room for Rocky, I saw she was on the opposite side, deep in conversation.
Near the banquet table, a tall man with a coffee-colored complexion, cropped black hair and a closely trimmed goatee stood staring. Well, not so much staring as he seemed to be drinking in the buzz around me. The cut of his shirt and slacks spoke of a man with a personal tailor. The clothing skimmed the outline of his well-maintained form without hugging it. His calculating stare pierced me. I blinked, trying to turn my attention to the bevy of men around me.
“I’m really new at this.” I put out my hands, the universal sign for back away, but this only seemed to intrigue them more.
Showing up here was a mistake. I’d been reticent to dive into the lifestyle for this very reason. But what did I expect? Doms dominated. It was their nature. The fable about the scorpion and the frog flashed through my mind. I felt even more absurd and out of place.
But then he materialized in the midst of the throng. Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome. A mere flick of his wrist dispersed the other men, no objections.
“Wow. Thanks.” I drew the tie of my wraparound dress through my fingers.
He stared at me without reply, handing me a flute of champagne. A gulp of the bubbly wine steadied my nerves.
“I’m Red.” I extended a hand which he declined to shake.
“You can call me Black.” His lips twisted into a predatory grin. “Or ‘sir’ works just as well.”
My pulse quickened, pounding so hard I found it difficult to breathe. It was as if he’d drawn all the oxygen out of the room.
“What side are you on?” he asked, his hazel eyes sparkling.
The meaning of his question took a second to register―he was asking me if I was a domme or sub.
“I don’t know yet,” I mumbled.
“Oh, you know. You’re just afraid to say aloud.” He brushed his thumb over my lips. Flinching at the overly intimate gesture, I shifted from foot to foot.
Leaning closer, he rested a hand my forearm. Fingertips brushing my skin, he murmured, “I can make you scream out which side you play on.”
A rush of breath escaped me―not so much an exhalation, but my body’s way of saying, Yes, please, I’d like that very much. My cheeks burning, my cunt equally as hot, I met his gaze.
He plucked a napkin from the table, scribbling a few lines on it. “Meet me here next Friday at eight. Don’t be late.”
His gaze fixed on mine, he paused a second. Maybe he was waiting for my reply or maybe the eye contact was for emphasis. My head swam, a thousand thoughts swirling around my brain. My body buzzed with excitement. Black was the one. No doubt about it.
“I’ll be there.” I took the napkin.
“I know you will.”
With that, he walked away and I watched his retreat, his confident strides hypnotic. Once he’d placed his glass on the table, he said goodbye to Rocky then exited, stage left.
No one else approached me. No one even looked at me.
I finished my glass of champagne and hurried to leave.

Have a great Wednesday!


Monday, August 27, 2012


The sequel to LANDLOCKED in my PIRATES AT HEART series. Check out the sneak peek excerpt!

The familiar ping of rain falling onto a tin roof startled her. Thunder rumbled, louder this time. The storm had begun.
“What’s wrong?” Brett tilted her head up to look at him. His brow furrowed, gaze studying hers, the concern in his expression disarmed her. Heavy raindrops beat a tattoo on the tin roof, adding to her fear and exhaustion.
Kathryn shook her head. Everything was wrong.
Seeming to read her mind, he nodded. “Stupid question, huh?”
Kathryn nodded and sighed. She wanted nothing more than to collapse into his arms, to fall into a dreamless sleep until this was all over. But it was nowhere near over. This ordeal continued to get more and more complicated.
Leaning her head against his chest, she listened to his strong heartbeat. “Do you—do you really think Dale killed someone because of my mistake?”
“No, not if he didn’t have to. Have some faith in basic human greed.” He jostled her.
The remark struck her as funny. She gave a weak smile. Maybe Brett was right. Or maybe he was trying to make her feel better.
“I really screwed up.”
“I screwed up. You’re only here because I… I should’ve stayed home when you asked me to pass up this deal.”
Home. It was all that she longed for, but the thought only brought on another wave of anxiety. Her chest grew tight and his words from the night before flooded back. He’d stolen the comfort of home from her too. Silent tears dripped down her cheeks.
“But you’re bored with me.” She huffed.
Lightning flashed outside, the wind picked up force. It swept through the poorly constructed shack, the oil lamp light flickered.
“Kate.” He smoothed her hair and pressed her into a hug. “Kate, I didn’t mean that you bore me.”
“Don’t try to sugarcoat it now.”
Tilting her chin up, he cupped her face in his hands. “I’m not. I bore me when I’m at home. This life—” He motioned to the shelter and the storm outside. “This is all I’ve ever known and I just don’t know how to entertain myself otherwise.”
“I know I’m busy with the boys.” She went on as if she hadn’t heard what he’d said. “And I’ve never been the kind of woman who gets all dolled up—”
He cut her off with a kiss, his hand sliding around her waist.
“Stop.” She turned away.
Tangling a hand in her hair, he exposed her neck and planted a trail of kisses.
“You are—” He kissed down to her cleavage. “The most exciting woman I’ve ever known.”
His growing erection indicated the truth in his words.
“And that’s saying a lot,” she teased. His affection chasing away her self-doubt little by little.
Her pulse and respiration quickening, her sex grew warm and tight. He slipped a hand beneath her shirt, letting it roam over her bare skin as if it had a mind of its own.
“It’s not every woman who’ll assault me with my own wallet.”
Kathryn chuckled, holding back a squeal as he stroked the ticklish spot at the cleft of her ass.
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Come one, come all! In honor of my new yahoo group, I'm throwing a little shindig. Drop by for fun and prizes. Fellow authors are welcome to share excerpts and throw in some goodies of their own.

Friday, August 3, 2012

Movies I Loved: Magic Mike

Yeah, I've been MIA for most of the summer--that's Mommy In Action--so not much time to blog. My apologies. But as our Florida vacation draws to a close, I did have time to watch the movie Magic Mike with my mother. The nice thing was that because the movie's been out a while and we went to a matinee, we basically had a private showing...which was good cuz we got a little rowdy, LOL.

Before we went to see Magic Mike, we'd read an online review which stated it didn't have much plot and that it was just fantasy fodder for women. All the better, we decided!

Magic Mike starts off with an oiled up and half naked Dallas (Matthew McConaughey) demonstrating for the audience what parts of the strippers they--by law--cannot touch. It is one of my favorite scenes. As he delivered the line in his panty-dropping Southern drawl, "But I think I see a lot of law breakers out up in this house tonight!" I was hooked. 
From there the movie goes on with a glimpse into the main character's life. Everyday Mike (Channing Tatum) is hustling to fund his dream of becoming a custom furniture artist. One of his many jobs is as a roofer which is where he meets Adam (Alex Pettyfer) who's on site as a day laborer. This was the only part of the movie that gave me pause. I mean, if the construction workers in my neighborhood looked like Tatum and Pettyfer, I'd spend all day watching them and I'd never get any writing done. That being said, I will give the stylists for the movie props because they did an amazing job of playing down Pettyfer's natural golden boy beauty. With a day's worth of growth on his face, dish water brown hair and a ratty t-shirt paired with an equally ratty hoodie, Adam does at least dress the part of a nineteen year old without direction.

During this first day-in-the-life, Mike recruits Adam to help at his night job--as a male exotic dancer. Adam is supposed to help out with props and act as gofer to the stars of the show. I found the scenes backstage hilarious. The other performers, played by Alex Rodriguez, Matt Bomer, Joe Manganiello and Kevin Nash, are going through their beauty routines and clucking like a bunch of hens about lotions, manscaping and ashy knees. Having seen what Ellora's Cavemen go through to prep for a performance and living with an self-proclaimed manscaper, I loved the accuracy with which this endearing gender role reversal was displayed.

The day concludes with a snafu resulting in Adam having to take the stage. No surprises there and throughout the movie, I could predict the foibles Adam would go through, but then again, what's a good stripper movie without sex, drugs and rock-n-roll? Some of the expected plot turns would be unrealistic to leave out.

What impressed me most about the movie was the quality with which these characters were portrayed. McConaughey was spectacularly sleezy and vane as the club owner Dallas. Pettyfer nailed the adrift, self-absorbed nineteen year old. And Tatum stole the show with his natural charm, seasoned physical beauty and truly skillful dance routines.

Is it the perfect date night movie? Hell no. I don't think hetero men was the target demo of this movie, lol, and I think even the most secure of men would feel overwhelmed with all that god-like perfection on the big screen. But is it the perfect girls/GBFF night out movie? Ohhhh yeahhhhh. All in all, I'd give Magic Mike two thumbs up. Of course other body parts were at full attention throughout the entire 110 minutes *WEG*