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Tag Team Beauty Queen

Oh my. I do apologize for my tardiness. My week has been crazy with church, Lent is really big at my house and multiple services, family issues and work…why it’s no excuse life still goes on.

I come bearing a shiny, well at least it is to me. 🙂 This is book two in the Love Smackdown Series, Tag Team Beauty Queen. This is also my first menage. I hope you like it.

Alexa has always followed her heart, but when her feelings lead her to bed The Tag Team duo of Perfect Storm, well she’s in heaven. That is until another wrestler threatens their happy balance.

Tono and Daniel, known as Perfect Storm, don’t mind sharing Alexa. In fact, they’ve embraced all the pleasure a threesome will bring. When a heel and fellow wrestler, Virgil, decides to bring his villainous ways outside the ring, all hell breaks loose.

With the relationship in jeopardy the guys scramble to defend their beauty queen’s honor and show Virgil why they’re the champions.

 

 

“I can’t wait to see you outta that dress.” The speaker had a deep, husky voice almost like someone with laryngitis. He curved an arm around her waist and hauled her close.

 

 

 

Alexa grinned and ground her butt against the bulge. His fingers splayed across her abdomen and held her gyrating form still for his thrusts.

 

 

 

Delicious shivers wiggled through her veins and pulsed at the apex of her thighs. Alexa had to make sure Daniel was okay with what she had in mind before she let him take her out of her dress. A smile twisted her lips. His warm breath tickled the curve of her neck and tightened her nipples.

 

 

 

“How bad?” She turned to face him, running her hands along the solid wall of his pecs.

 

 

His teeth gleamed white against his smooth chocolate skin. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his erection. “Does that answer your question?”

 

 

 

Heat cruised her cheeks. She should know better than to ask him questions like that; still the rigid maleness straining against her palm had her squeezing her thighs together.

“You haven’t changed your mind already, have you?” Mischief twinkled in his coffee-colored depths.

 

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Hey Sweet Baby

Hey good lookin’, whatcha got cookin’…Love that little ditty and it’s so appropriate. I had aspirations of being a pastry chef. Went to school and everything, but I learned a few things while hanging out with real chefs and culinary geniuses. I hate cooking.

Do I hear gasps and sputters? It’s okay. In a classical kitchen there is a difference between cooking and baking. Ever wondered why some of those chefs on shows like Chopped look totally confused when it comes to baking a cake? Well they spent all their time time preparing ceviche, cassoulet, remoulade, or a spicy tuna roll.

Now if you want a ganache, simple syrup, a meringue or a boston cream pie. I’m your gal. Got a hankering for homemade sticky buns, I knead the dough and wait the three or fours hours to make them. Cream Cheese Pound Cake? I’ve got a melt in your mouth recipe that’ll make you wish you had an asbestos covered tongue.

I’m most at home whipping up a dessert or baking bread. My parents, bless them, encouraged me from a young age, My earliest meal I prepared by myself was vichyssoise, coq au vin, with brioche and chocolat mousse. While I don’t care for cold potato soup, it had a nice flavor and it was fun trying new things. My parents enjoyed the meal too.

These are a few of the things I’ll make over the upcoming holidays. The sticky buns for sure and maybe a cake and a pie or two. I’m still trying to find a decent recipe for Mississippi Mud Pie, but there will be plenty of Sweet Potato Pie and Cheesecake to go around. And I may just decorate a cake or two.

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Blurb:

Secrets abound in Benson’s Bakery. A crazed Santa wants something valuable hidden inside the building, and only two things stand in his way…Jake and Sara.

When Sara Henderson receives threatening letters just days before Christmas, she asks sexy bread baker Jake Benson for help. Jake is more than happy to provide the muscle to keep the beautiful cake decorator from harm, but he has an ulterior motive–to steal a kiss under the mistletoe. Sara wants that kiss as much as he does, but first they have a mystery to solve.

Will they find out who is stalking Sara, or will Santa succeed in stealing Christmas?

Excerpt:

Sara loved the ease of being with Jake. She held his arm, strolling down the snow-covered sidewalks after dinner. A few flakes fluttered to the ground and the crisp wind danced them across the slippery maroon bricks in the street. Dense green garlands wound around black wrought iron lamp posts. Bright emerald wreaths with big red velvet bows hung on buildings or in windows. Blinking multi-colored lights vied with streetlights and traffic. The city was dressed for Christmas.

When Sara sighed, Jake glanced at her. “You okay?”

“When is the last time you walked downtown Flint without being afraid?”

“Good question. Downtown Development Authority has increased its patrols.”

“They have. Downtown is probably the only place in the city that’s safe.”

He chuckled. “Right, right.”

Sara stumbled, instinctively reaching for Jake. He caught her arm and dragged her against his strong lean frame. She peered into his eyes, their faces inches apart. Her heart hammered at his nearness. “You have this incredible knack for coming to my rescue.”

“I never could resist a damsel in distress.”

“My hero.”

“You can’t look at me that way when you say things like that.”

She moved her hands to the front of his coat. “Why not?”

He brought his lips to hers, giving her the only answer she needed.

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Monday and Mistletoe

Happy Monday. As you can guess I love the day of the week most people love to hate. Even better than a Monday is release day…well almost release day. Tomorrow will be the re-release of Mistletoe Mambo as a stand alone short story from Still Moments Publishing.

I know we haven’t celebrated Halloween, I’ve still got a ton of candy corn to eat, and haven’t had that lovely slice of pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving, but with snow in the forecast I’m ready for snow angels and building forts. 🙂

Hopefully the storm won’t be as bad as they’ve predicted and if it is, keep the basics handy and download something a little steamy on October 30, then go out and scare everyone you know on Halloween.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic

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Blurb: Only one man dances to the music of Madeline’s heart.

She was aware of the crowd parting to accommodate their slow foxtrot, but she kept her focus on Max. Her knees wobbled so badly, if she ignored the intensity of his gaze she might stumble. He held her closer than necessary. Each glide of his hips brought his erection against her thigh. Surprised, she held her breath. Was it possible the attraction wasn’t one-sided, after all?

As if sensing her thoughts, he winged a brow. When his hand drifted lower on her hip, her heart thudded harder. Maybe he was flirting with her and merely used their dance as an excuse to hold her. Or perhaps this was wishful thinking on her part. Dancing wasn’t unusual at the Christmas party, but somehow dancing with him, knowing how she felt made the experience more exhilarating. Each brush of his pelvis sent an answering tremor through her body. She wanted more than three or four minutes in his arms. For a brief second, she rested her head on his shoulder. He tapped her right arm and she rotated into a spin. She completed two turns before he clasped her hand and drew her against the heat of his body once again.

She became lost in the depths of his eyes, glimpsing a longing she never noticed before as they circled the dance floor. The strength of his arm clasped her waist. The sure grip of his hand tightened on hers and the smooth texture of his trousers met her skin when he dipped her over his leg. Every nerve ending crackled at the sensual slide of his hard, powerful thigh beneath her bare back. He pressed his lips to the hollow of her throat and she forgot to breathe.

He stood her upright and glided them around the well-worn linoleum. Amazement must have shown on her face because he smirked. She followed his lead, too unsettled to do anything else. Did his little kiss mean he was interested, or was that just part of the dance? One more twirl around the floor, and then his steps slowed. Swaying in time to the music, he held her in his arms.

All too soon the song ended and they were forced to bow when thunderous applause cascaded through the room. Madeline pressed her hands to her cheeks while she struggled to catch her breath. She cast a sidelong glance at Max, his hand resting in the small of her back.

“I love dancing with you,” he whispered, leading her to the edge of the dance floor. “The scent of your perfume, the slide of your skin against mine, and when I lift you in my arms all I can think about is the way you would taste.” He squeezed her bottom.

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It’s a Muse Thing

I have a love/hate relationship with my muses. Yes, I have more than one…or two. I have three. Yes, a great menage in my head. At all times. And it’s wonderful having these different creative beings stimulate my imagination. Some days the stories erupt and flow without hinderance, while other times it’s a sad trickle. That’s the part I hate.

So back to this love/hate thing, for the last few months the writing has been an effortless tasks, the muses were speaking, whispering, coaxing and cajoling. And I loved it. No prodding of the muses was necessary. All I had to do was sit down and type or grab pen and paper to jot down an idea. There are plenty of finished products published, contracted or awaiting submission. Love it.

However, this past week or maybe the entire month of September the muses have slowly calmed down. I can’t really blame them, edits, back to school, catching a cold all put a damper on creativity. New opportunities have occurred, I have a recipe in the Passionate Cooks Cookbook. Keep an eye out for Sensual Sticky Buns. 🙂 Also I’m working on my first series, and the biggie I self-pubbed a book under a different name. And if that isn’t enough, I’ve got lots of books coming out over the next three months.

No wonder the muses want to take a break and while it’s okay for them to kickback when I’m editing, there’s no rest for the whiny. So *grabs shiny new riding crop* it’s time to get back to work. *pokes and prods the muses* Don’t look at me like that. You motivate your muses your way and I’ll motivate my muses my way. 🙂 Besides, I think one likes it.

 

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic.

 
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Back to…Yesterday?

Well here we are again. Hopefully all the kiddie poohs have made it back to school and parents everywhere are settling into a schedule. I know it was a very hectic week for me and this week appears a little better, but not much. 🙂

Just three words. Jealousy. Sugar. Contraceptives.

Are you wondering what the heck I’m talking about? Good. 🙂 I have a book releasing Friday, September 14 from Evernight Publishing, Street Safe.

One of the subplots in the story surrounds sugar and an old Victorian house I got to tour one afternoon some months back. I’ve posted pics here.

The house was part of a farm, a couple of the outbuildings are still there, but the farm belongs to someone else. What was really neat about this house was being able to actually touch and take pictures of different fixtures. And I peppered my guide with lots of questions. She and her son were very knowledgeable about the house, its history and its occupants.

Somehow being surrounded by all that history inspired Street Safe and a news story or two I read on Yahoo inspired another twist and incorporated all those things into a rather interesting tale. At least that’s what my editor says. 🙂

 

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic.

 Blurb:

Street Callan wants only one thing from the sultry voluptuous woman in red heels, a night of steamy, unadulterated sex.

Na’arah Simmons has no problem submitting to Street’s seductive allure, since she shares in the attraction.

When their one night stand leaves her with an unplanned souvenir, his less than desired response will force her to move on.

However, when she’s the only witness to a brutal murder, Na’arah has only Street to turn to if she wants to save herself and her unborn child.

 

 

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Did You Say Road Trip?

*groans* Not another one. I just returned from the ATL or Atlanta, Georgia and before that Durham, North Carolina. And before that, Memphis, Tennessee and Camden, Arkansas. One thing I learned while traveling across the south, that the highways look the same after a while.

I suppose if my characters could travel to anywhere in the world, Zach would more than likely take Trisha somewhere romantic and since he loves to spoil her I see them in someplace like Madrid or Milan and of course Paris.

 

Leo would more than likely take Symmone and the kids to some sort of resort like Walt Disney World where they could spend time as a family and then steal away for a bit as a couple.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One of my favorite couples, who actually met in a tropical location, is Delia and Jace. A hottie from the pool and seduction on the high seas. I had so much fun writing about fun in the sun, well the story still holds a special place in my heart.  Right now you can get the book from the publisher at a discount.

In the mean time here’s a bit from Breaking Delia’s Rules.

She leaned back on the table as he towered over her. “Favorite flower, Delia.” Jace settled the flowers in her lap, his hand on her thigh, stroking her sun-kissed skin with his thumb.

“I…wow.” She buried her nose in the cluster of orchids and tulips.

“So, how many shots?” He held her gaze.

She lifted her chin, and he read her quiet challenge.

He chuckled. “Fair enough.” She wanted to play this game? Five shots? Five ways to arouse her, maybe even teach her a lesson. He picked up the first shot, squeezed the bottom of the paper cup until a red blot hovered above the rim. “I’ll give you one chance to back out.”

Delia lifted a perfectly arched brow. “Scared?”

He smirked and balanced the gelatin on her pouty mouth. “No, but you should be.”

Delia trembled when his tongue swept the fullness of her lips. The tremor traveled into his body and hardened his groin. He teased her, savoring the soft moan parting her lips, sharing the cherry-laced alcohol with her.

Lifting his head, he reached for the next shot. This one he placed in the hollow of her breasts, spreading gooey Jell-O along the curve of each firm globe. She gasped, arching against his mouth. He wasn’t sure who would give in first. If they weren’t in such a public place he would suck the remaining shots from her perky nipples, visible through the stretchy gold material of her bikini top.

The next shot he settled in the soft dimple of her navel. Her belly button was a temptation all in itself. She didn’t adorn it with jewelry as others did, but left the creamy expanse of skin au natural. The little dip was enough to hold the fruity goodness and a spice that was all her own. He swirled his tongue against her stomach, curling his tongue to bring the orange-flavored shot to his mouth. The muscles contracted beneath his hands as he held her in place, feathering his lips against her satiny skin, lapping his tongue until none of the stickiness remained.

He lifted his head and stared into her eyes, now dark with desire. “I have two more shots.” He ran a finger from the valley of her breasts to her navel. “Where should I put the next two?”

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Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic

 

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How About a Cookie?

Getting to know my characters has been an interesting journey. They’ve come a long way since the original story. You’ve met Trisha, so now here’s a glimpse into Zach from Lust and Bound.

I paused on the sidewalk. A sleek black Audi limo had just dropped me off and after Jonas made sure I made it onto the sidewalk safely, per instructions, he drove away. Yeah.  The lights were bright, but at the moment it was of little help. My eyes hadn’t adjusted from being in the back of the darkened limo. So I pulled my cane from my black and white Miche bag. With a flick of my wrist, the white and red pole snapped and clicked into place.

I navigated through a Chicago hotel with hundreds of people, with rolling bags and easel lined hallways, surely I could make it ten feet to the front door without tripping over anything. I hoped there weren’t any stairs.

Of all the times of day for us to meet, Zach had to pick the night, but I guess if I wanna have a drink with a hunky hottie in a bar, who owned his own limo company, well it better be worth it.

The subtle scent of wood and masculinity beckoned, the moment before a hand touched my shoulder.

“You were supposed to wait on the sidewalk for me, not go off and do your own thing.”

“I have my cane.”

“Do all writers find it difficult to listen to the characters they create or is it just you?”

I frown.

He chuckled. “Figured as much. Now if you don’t mind we’ll go inside the correct door.” Deftly he pries the cane from my hand, folded it, places it back in its case, then settles my hand on his arm.

Solid muscle meets my fingers. I couldn’t resist. I had to squeeze his bicep.

“Having fun?”

“Anytime I get to rub a man’s muscles, I’m good.”

He grins. “Trish said you were a bit of a flirt.”

“If you’d met me while the sun was shining, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

“And again, that’s doing your own thing.”

I allowed him to lead me into the bar. I got the impression of tables and chairs, but it was dim. One thing drew my attention and that was the stage. It was bright and a woman with long curly auburn hair, who seemed suspiciously familiar, twirled around a silver pole.

“Didn’t you have some questions for me?” Zach practically purred in a voice that should be reserved for candlelit bedrooms and steamy sex fantasies.

Somehow I managed to tear my gaze from the stage and focused on him. “Uh, yeah.”

“So let’s get started.”

I shifted my purse to the table, withdrew the small tape recorder and a camera.

“No pictures.” His tone was firm, almost harsh.

“Right. Almost forgot about that.” I tuck the camera away and squint at the stage. “So that is Trisha.”

“Yes, which is why you’re here at night.”

Glasses thudded on the table.

“Yours is just to the right of your left hand.”

I pick up the old-fashioned glass and stare at the milky white contents. “What is this?”

“An oatmeal cookie.”

“Uh huh? And what are you drinking?”

“Mackinac Island Fudge beer. It’s bottled by a local brewery.”

Zach glances at his watch. “She’s got another five minutes before she done so, what other questions do you have?”

“I know I’m going to get this question from some readers, but would you consider yourself a dom?”

“No. I just like to keep things interesting in the bedroom. What about you?”

Chokes on the oatmeal cookie. I grab napkins. “I’m not the one being interview,” I say between coughing spams.

He laughs. “You should try it some time.”

“Uh yeah.”

“Looks like she’s done. Nice talking to you.” He leaned close. “And next time try not to do your own thing.”

I could only sigh as he walked toward Trisha.

Please enjoy the excerpt and the oatmeal cookie.

Oatmeal Raisin Cookie recipe

Combine ingredients in equal parts in a shot glass.


Trisha, a recent divorcee, wants to explore the wilder side of sex and discover a more sensuous part of herself. When long-time client Zach Walters suggests a weekend together, she agrees. He provides her with an unforgettable night of hot, sweaty sex, while unbeknownst to either of them the tryst is being recorded.

No woman has ever excited Zach Walters like Trisha. He’s willing to indulge his fantasies as well as hers, but he can’t afford to get too close. He has a weakness for damsels in distress and a secret to protect. Only one thing threatens their happiness—a vengeful ex-husband.

Zach fumbled the plastic card in the metal slot. When the mechanism whirred and clicked, he twisted the knob, but paused. “I have one rule.” His gaze never left her face.

Trisha met his hungry stare, her lips parting. “What’s that?”

“I don’t share.”

A thrill rippled through her body at the possessive note in his deep, rasping voice.

“Me either.”

“You can still walk away.”

Walk away? Was he nuts? She’d waited months for this moment, for freedom. Still, as his eyes raked over her body, waiting for her decision, a tiny seed of doubt wiggled in the back of her mind. She squared her shoulders. Nope. She wasn’t going home until she knew what made her eyes roll to the back of her head and she wanted him to show her.

“I’m not…”

He shouldered open the door and dragged her to him. The cool kiss of the textured wall greeted her bare shoulders as his mouth, hot and demanding, found hers. She sighed against his lips, jerking his shirt free from his waistband. He cupped her breast, his thumb stroking her nipple. Fire danced through her veins, pooled low. Her heart skipped a beat when he yanked the chiffon from her shoulders, ripping the sheer fabric.

Lifting his head, he flashed a quick smile, his mist-gray eyes shining with heat and mischief. “I hope you weren’t too attached to this dress.”

She didn’t care how he got her clothes off, just as long as he got them off. Her pulse raced and her breath quickened when the thin silk of her slip followed the fate of her dress. Trisha slid her hands beneath his shirt, his skin warm and smooth beneath her palms.

“Now what am I supposed to wear home?”

Zach grabbed her wrists, shackling them in one large hand and raising her arms above her head. She gasped as her breasts thrust upwards, straining for attention. “We’ll worry about that later.” He dipped his head, capturing one taut peak in his mouth.

She arched against him as desire further hardened her nipples and set her blood to simmering. His fingers brushed the curve of her hip, before drifting lower, tracing the sensitive skin below her garter belt.

“You’re a bit naughty, Trish,” he whispered against her mouth.

Her answering chuckle melted into a moan when his fingers stroked her damp pussy. His eyes widened when his hand met no barrier.

“Very naughty indeed,” he murmured. He leaned away, cool air skittering across her heated flesh. “I’ve waited so long for this.”

“Too long,” she agreed.

Pivoting, he grabbed her hand and led her into the bedroom. The king-size bed dominated the room and sat in front of the mirrored doors to the closet. Artificial candlelight flickered around the room, casting muted shadows against the wallpaper while the soft scent of jasmine wafted through the air.

Warm fuzzies squeezed her heart. Despite being a day early he had surprised her. She stepped forward, her nylon-clad feet skimming against something cool and satiny. Rose petals trailed from the door to the bed. She perched on the edge of the bed, too overwhelmed to speak.

When she focused on him, he watched her with a hooded expression.

“It seems like you’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

He tucked a curl behind her ear. “I get one chance to make a lasting impression.”

“Thank you.”

His eyes widened when she shoved him back on the bed and straddled his legs. The bulge grew and hardened beneath her thigh. She worked at loosening his tie. Once unknotted, she tossed it aside and focused on the buttons. With each button released from its mooring she revealed more of his amazing body. She pushed the shirt aside to trace the large, colorful dragon/koi tattoo that began on his left pec and wrapped around his bicep to disappear onto his back. Anticipation coiled in her belly. Oh how she wanted to find out how far his tattoo went.

“You’ve tortured me enough tonight and I think it’s time you paid up,” she murmured against his lips. She skimmed light, teasing kisses from his mouth to his jaw.

A startled gasp escaped her lips when he shifted and blanketed her body with his. He captured her wrists in one large hand and held them above her head.

“One day, very soon, I’m going have you tied and helpless beneath me.”

She sucked in a breath, holding his gaze, unwilling to admit how much she wanted the same thing.

He traced the swell of her breasts just above the neckline of her corset. “But there is one image of you I can’t seem to get out of my head.” He touched his lips to hers in a long, drugging kiss that left her craving more. “Are you game?”

“I’m yours for the weekend.”

He chuckled, a smoldering look scorching her body. She responded to that look. “Oh, I like how that sounds.”

Heat crept into her cheeks as she realized what she’d said. “I—uh, yeah.”

He nipped at her neck, even as he settled deeper into the vee of her thighs. The heavy bulge of his erection rubbed against her core. Instinctively she raised her hips in greeting.

“I want to watch you, beautiful,” he murmured against her lips.

She stiffened. “Watch me what?”

He rolled off her and helped her to sitting. “I want to watch you climax, before I send you over the edge again.”

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Lust Bound and Lemon Drops

Oh sweet daisies what have I got myself into? Ms. Chantale is on vacation and asked if I would fill in for her. Who am I you ask? I’m Trisha Donald and you can read about me in Ms. Chantale’s upcoming release Lust & Bound from Evernight Publishing.

Let’s see, she left me a note of some sort. *mutters under her breath* For a writer she sure has terrible handwriting. I’m glad she typed our story on her laptop, I don’t think any editor with 20/10 could figure out this chicken scratch. Oh wait. I’m supposed to *squints at page* Ah ha. Share my favorite drink recipe.

Whew! Now that we’ve got that settled. Mix up a few lemon drops for a great girls night out, drool over the absolute sinful cover for Lust & Bound and then check out a bit of the excerpt.

*glances at page* Shoot, there’s more. Something about a date? A date? Why the heck would she want to date me? She’s married.  *squints again* Oh, my bad. The release date! *giggles* Lust & Bound will be out July 27th. Mark your calendars!

P.S. Don’t forget to tell them that I’m an App. *throws paper down in disgust* That she puts in capital letters.

 

1/2 shot Absolut® Citron vodka

1/2 shot sweet and sour mix

1 slice lemon

1/2 tsp sugar

Mix equal parts absolut citron and sweet and sour mix over ice then strain into a shot glass. Sprinkle sugar on lemon slice. Drink shot, then suck the lemon.

Serve in: Shot Glass

 Warm fuzzies squeezed her heart. Despite being a day early he had surprised her. She stepped forward, her nylon-clad feet skimming against something cool and satiny. Rose petals trailed from the door to the bed. She perched on the edge of the bed, too overwhelmed to speak.

When she focused on him, he watched her with a hooded expression.

“It seems like you’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

He tucked a curl behind her ear. “I get one chance to make a lasting impression.”

“Thank you.”

His eyes widened when she shoved him back on the bed and straddled his legs. The bulge grew and hardened beneath her thigh. She worked at loosening his tie. Once unknotted, she tossed it aside and focused on the buttons. With each button released from its mooring she revealed more of his amazing body. She pushed the shirt aside to trace the large, colorful dragon/koi tattoo that began on his left pec and wrapped around his bicep to disappear onto his back. Anticipation coiled in her belly. Oh how she wanted to find out how far his tattoo went.

“You’ve tortured me enough tonight and I think it’s time you paid up,” she murmured against his lips. She skimmed light, teasing kisses from his mouth to his jaw.

A startled gasp escaped her lips when he shifted and blanketed her body with his. He captured her wrists in one large hand and held them above her head.

“One day, very soon, I’m going have you tied and helpless beneath me.”

She sucked in a breath, holding his gaze, unwilling to admit how much she wanted the same thing.

 Thanks for tuning in and hopefully, Ms. Chantale will be back in town in time for her next post with Zach. Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic
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The Pick-Up Wife Symmone Shepard

Hi All, W. Lynn Chantale here. Greetings from Arkansas, where it’s hot as (insert your own analogy). Today I have Symmone Shepard in the 69 Shades of Smut hot seat. A couple of weeks ago I had the pleasure of interviewing your husband. BTW, the man has incredible taste in cologne.

Symmone: (laughs) Yes, he does. Leo told me what happened, it was very hard not to chuckle.

WLC: You seem very happy.

Symmone: Oh I am. Leo has changed a lot over the last several years, but for a moment there I really though he was the same.

WLC: How so?

Symmone: Leo was always ambitious and he put his career before me. So when he wandered into the cafe where I worked I knew something was up. I never dreamed he wanted a reconciliation.

WLC: I hope you didn’t make it easy for him.

Symmone: Not at all. I couldn’t just let him waltz back into my life the same way he left. I had my kids to think about.

WLC: That’s right. The twins. *flips pages* LJ and Jewel.

Symmone: *smiles* You remembered.

WLC: Of course. Your twins nearly stole the show. If you don’t mind, just a few quick questions.

Symmone: Um, if you want to know if I wear boxers or briefs that won’t work.

WLC: *chuckles* Nope, but since you brought it up, do you prefer for your man to wear boxers or briefs?

Symmone: Boxers.

WLC: Pajamas or au natural?

Symmone: *smirks* What do you think?

WLC: Favorite scent?

Symmone: Any cologne Leo wears.

WLC: Did Leo ever fix the lock on the laundry room door?

Symmone: *blushes* He told you about that?

WLC: As he left the room. Do you have a favorite toy? Besides the spin cycle on the washing machine. Smutty minds want to know?

Symmone: Well…

WLC: Do you have plans to give LJ and Jewel a little brother or sister?

Symmone: Eventually.

WLC: One last question, do you and Leo still go out and dance?

Symmone: Every chance we get. My cousin, Mel watches the kids for us when we go out. We’re determined to keep the magic alive.

WLC: Well thank you so much, Symmone for being my guest today. To read more about Symmone and Leo, check out their story in The Pick-Up Wife now available from Whispers Publishing, Amazon, or ARe.

 

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The easy jazz number flowed into something more melodic, more sensual, a bit reminiscent of Luther Vandross’s “If Only For One Night,” and she wanted to have just one night with Leo.

She lifted her head and found him staring at her. The love and sadness she read in his chocolate-brown depths lodged a lump in her throat. It was as if everything he was was laid bare in one look. But she had to know one thing.

“Was it worth it? Was ending our marriage worth your career?”

Leo stroked her cheek before he threaded his fingers through her hair. “No.”

“Then why?” Her voice broke on the question. She couldn’t stop the lone tear from sliding down her cheek.

He lowered his head until he rested his forehead against hers. “I thought it would endear me to the partners more.”

She flinched.

“I’m so sorry, Symmone.”

Nodding, she stepped away. “I should really get home.”

He grasped her hand when she would have walked away. She gazed into eyes desperate for her forgiveness.

“Just one night.”

Maybe if she wasn’t so tired she’d have resisted more, but she wanted the same thing. At her nod, he led her from the dance floor and to the elevator. Not once did he let go of her hand; whether he was afraid she would change her mind or needed the assurance she was real, she didn’t care. She needed the contact. She needed to know he wasn’t a figment of her imagination.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. He led her out of the car, down the hall, to the room next to the exit sign. When he faced her, he seemed to struggle with something before he drew her close.

She flattened her hands against the hard muscles of his chest. The cotton of his shirt warm beneath her palms. She gazed into his face, found a plea for understanding. If only he knew how much she wanted to give him a second chance, to let him into her life as if nothing had happened.

Rising on tiptoe, she touched her lips to his. When his arm tightened at her waist she kissed him with a hunger at odds with her projected calm. She just wanted one night, a few stolen hours where nothing else mattered.

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Speed Date my Hero-Leo Shepard from The Pick-Up Wife

Hi All! W. Lynn Chantale here and I have Leo Shepard from The Pick-Up Wife in the hot seat here at 69 Shades. Thank you for being here.

Leo: My pleasure, Lynn Glad I could make room in my schedule.

WLC: So let’s start off with something easy. What do you do?

Leo: I’m an architect with Greene and Banks.

WLC: Nice. Do you wear boxers or briefs?

Leo: *shifts uncomfortably* I don’t see what my underwear preference has to do with anything.

WLC: Indulge the readers and me. *studies the khaki slacks a moment* Looks like boxers.

‎Leo: *sighs and shakes head*

WLC: Pajamas or au natural?

Leo: Seriously?

WLC: Well sure. There’s nothing wrong with sleeping in jams, although it does require a little more foreplay than sleeping in the nude, which I prefer.

Leo: Next question?

WLC: No? *flips through interview questions* Hmm…*eyes Leo a moment* Nope doesn’t look like a minute man. Oh! Here’s one…Nope, doubt he’ll answer about the vibrator.

Leo *clears throat*

WLC: Okay. Okay. Why did you divorce Symmone ten years ago?

Leo: Damn, maybe I should’ve answered the pajama question.

WLC: I could have one of the staff bring a glass of water if you’d like to think up a good answer?

Leo: No, not necessary. I forgot how mean you could be sometimes.

WLC: Moi? Never.

Leo: All right. Ambition. Plain and simple. Ten years ago I was a rising star in the company and I wanted to impress the partners. Since neither partner had a committed relationship, they frowned on marriage or rather believed it distracted from the work day. The biggest mistake of my life was walking out on Symmone. I’ve regretted my decision every single day.

WLC: Isn’t ambition the reason you sought her again in the first place?

Leo: Double damn.

WLC: *frowns* I hope you don’t swear this much around your children. And speaking of children. Yes, my dear Leo you have a reprieve from my previous question. How has that adjustment been to instant father?

Leo: It’s been surprisingly easy. Symmone has done a great job raising LJ and Jewel.

WLC: I see my time is running out so do you have a favorite movie?

Leo: If you’d asked that a few months ago, the answer would’ve been Inception. Now it’s Phineas and Ferb The Movie Across the 2nd Dimension. The kids just love those characters.

WLC: And finish this sentence:

When I’m in the laundry room, I…

Leo: *smirks* When I’m in the laundry room I like to put Symmone on the washer and hit the spin cycle. Which reminds me. I need to get a lock for the laundry room door. *stands and struts out the room*

WLC: Nice butt! Well Leo has left the building and I have to agree with Symmone, the man does wear some great smelling cologne. I hope you’ve enjoyed meeting Leo and please pick up a copy of his story.

See ya next time and don’t forget to Indulge Your Inner Romantic.

Here’s an excerpt from The Pick-Up Wife

If she’d known he wanted out, maybe she could’ve prepared for the breakup in some way, but being blindsided…She exhaled a stuttered breath, that’s why the divorce hurt so much. And now he wanted her back. Would he still want her when he learned about the children?

The easy jazz number flowed into something more melodic, more sensual. Reminiscent of Luther Vandross’s “If Only For One Night,” and she wanted to have just one night with Leo.

She lifted her head and found him staring at her. The love and sadness she read in his chocolate brown depths lodged a lump in her throat. It was as if everything he was laid bare in one look. But she had to know one thing.

“Was it worth it? Was ending our marriage worth your career?”

Leo stroked her cheek before he threaded his fingers through her hair. “No.”

“Then why?” Her voice broke on the question. She couldn’t stop the lone tear from sliding down her cheek.

He lowered his head until he rested his forehead against hers. “I thought it would endear me to the partners more.”

She flinched.

“I’m so sorry, Symmone.”

Nodding she stepped away. “I should really get home.”

He grasped her hand when she would have walked away. She gazed into eyes desperate for her forgiveness.

“Just one night.”

Maybe if she wasn’t so tired she’d have resisted more, but she wanted the same thing. At her nod, he led her from the dance floor and to the elevator. Not once did he let go of her hand, whether he was afraid she would change her mind or needed the assurance she was real, she didn’t care. She needed the contact. She needed to know he wasn’t a figment of her imagination.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. He led her out the car, down the hall, to the room next to the exit sign. When he faced her, he seemed to struggle with something before he drew her close.

She flattened her hands against the hard muscles of his chest. The cotton of his shirt warm beneath her palms. She gazed into his face, found a plea for understanding. If only he knew how much she wanted to give him a second chance, to let him into her life as if nothing had happened.

Rising on tiptoe she touched her lips to his. When his arm tightened at her waist she kissed him with a hunger at odds with her projected calm. She just wanted one night, a few stolen hours where nothing else mattered.

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