Monthly Archives: January 2013

DJ Piper In The House

I managed to catch Piper Trace for a moment to get her to emcee for us today. I hope you enjoy her offering! ~ Danica

It’s interesting, because even though I’m not a huge music fan in general, it strongly inspires and shapes my writing. To me, it’s the lyrics and mood of the song that do it for me–so I really think I’m responding to the music more as poetry. My current work in progress, or should I say my PERPETUAL work in progress, is a MMF menage with BDSM elements. The song that inspired this book is “Hallelujah” sung by Rufus Wainwright. I think I listened to this song over and over again constantly for about a month straight while commuting to work and forming this book idea in my head.

The song itself doesn’t have much to do with the book or the plot, but it’s the sad sexiness of the song that spoke to me. The raw and unapologetic emotion of it. The “wow, we are both completely weird and fucked up, but I still love you and you do something to me in the darkest parts of me that I can’t explain and I can’t seem to let you go”-ness of the song. Lines like: “Maybe there’s a God above, and all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.” If you think of that analogy–how to shoot someone who outdrew you–and put it in the context of love and a relationship, that’s the kind of complexity and gut-wrenching connection I was trying to create in this book.

I wanted Ford and Evie to have that sort of genuine and emotionally powerful relationship. I hope I achieved that. The third in their threesome, Charley, has some similar angsty love going on with Ford and Evie too–with most of the angst aimed at Ford–but he’s really there to provide these two strong, broken, stubborn characters (Ford and Evie) with some glue to hold them together and allow them to actually work. Ford and Evie’s pasts and hang-ups are a recipe for volatility, but thankfully Charley an buffer that and he’s very easy to love.

So Charley’s their glue, and he makes for good glue because that rough-hewn, sweet, biker stud just LOVES to get really sticky with Ford and Evie.

Watch the video. I need a moment. …Is it hot in here?  Oh and don’t miss the excerpt of Come When Called below! The book is not out yet and it may be a while. It’s not even in edits yet because Ellora’s Cave can’t seem to pry a final version of it from my picky, pervy fingers. As soon as there is progress, I’ll let you know!!


There was something strangely exciting about a man kissing her, enjoying her body with his, while he thought about his lust for another man. While he talked about touching another man’s cock.  It was hot, and Evie was nearly ready to climb on top of Charley and satisfy herself while he finished his story.

Her movement against him seemed to carry a message of invitation for Charley, because he jerked the sheets down roughly, exposing her breasts, and covered a nipple with his mouth, sucking hard. She gasped, arching against him, burying her fingers in his hair while she fought to untangle her other hand from the sheets and reach for the crotch of his worn jeans. He released her, kneeling up to pull off his shirt with one hand as he unbuckled his jeans with the other. Tossing his tee-shirt to the floor, he peeled his jeans off, sinking to the bed to push them off his feet, and then he was on her again.

He covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, pushing his tongue into her with abandon, making noises of hunger, of need, of pleasure. His hands were everywhere.

They both struggled to pull free of the sheets, her trying to get out of them, him trying to burrow under them with her. Somehow they managed to kick them to the end of the bed so their naked skin could have full contact, head to toe. Warm skin against warm skin. Bodies wrapping around each other, arching against each other. They never broke the kiss. Charley seemed to want to get as close to her as she wanted to get to him.

He slid his hands around to her ass, pulling her against him as he thrust forward, groaning into her mouth. Damn. He felt so good. So strong and hard and naked. His weight against her made it impossible for her to think of anything but the way she felt at that moment. She didn’t think of her fear about John. Her confusion and longing for Ford. Her plans for the future. She only thought of what she needed from Charley—what they needed from each other. And it wasn’t sex—it was a feeling of belonging, love, connection.

She pulled her head back, breaking the kiss, breathless from the whirlwind of it. “Make love to me, Charley,” she whispered into the hollow of his neck.

“I can’t.” His voice held something close to despair.

“Yes you can,” she insisted, wrapping a leg behind his knee in a futile effort to keep him there.

“No.” He pulled his head back and clamped his hands to her shoulders, pushing up from her. “I can’t, and, goddammit, stop asking me to or I will.” He paused to catch his breath. “I don’t think Ford would like it.”

“I don’t belong to Ford!” She was surprised at her own willingness to sleep with Charley, knowing he was right.

“You do belong to him, Evie. We both do.” Charley made a frustrated sound, dropping his head against her shoulder. “Don’t make me argue with you about it when you know it’s true.”


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Lea Barrymire’s Bound At The Ball

I’d like to welcome y’all to check out the latest release from a friend of mine, Lea Barrymire. Her book, Bound at the Ball released yesterday from Siren Publishing. It’s a sci-fi erotic romance and yowsa…it’s hot, hot, hot! Check a little snippet out below and be sure to enter the giveaway to win a $25 gift card!


Title: Bound at the Ball
Release: 1/28/2013
Publisher: Siren BookStrand
Word count: 47,000
Erotic Romance
Science Fiction/Futuristic

Tour long Giveaway: $25 GC to Amazon, B&N or ARe

Dates: 1/28/2013 thru 2/15/2013

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About Lea Barrymire

Lea lives in Western New York with her hubby, three children, and miscellaneous critters. Before the rugrats, she lived a life of adventure, following her husband all over Europe with the US military. She’s slept in a car outside Paris, drove six hours just to see tulips in the Netherlands, and knocked ash from her shoes at Pompeii. Now she spends her time in life’s adventures at soccer games, PTA meetings and school plays.

Lea has loved reading from a very young age, spending many sleepless nights devouring books. Science fiction and paranormal were her favorite genres to read as a teenager, and that love bled into her adult life. She started writing during a bout of insomnia, to fill time, and found it filled a creative void. Now she communes regularly with the characters in her head and tries not to laugh out loud when they say something funny.

When Lea isn’t reading, writing or corralling kids, she enjoys watching movies and sciencey shows, or just kicking back and listening to some music.

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Rella Cinder was born to the submissive race on her planet and has finally reached the age of maturity. She has hated her nature since birth and has fought her submissiveness. As the youngest of four sisters, she’s watched the others go off and look for mates. This time she’s forced to comply with the government’s edicts, which includes attending the Unity Ball and taking a mate from the warrior species. What she doesn’t know is that she has already caught the eye of a warrior before stepping foot into the Ball.

 Warrior Sabar T’Brun is ready to take a mate but doesn’t want a weak female. He sees what he craves in the willful Rella during her Initiation Ceremony. Her sweet submission and soft cries of passion are exactly what he wants in a mate.

 Can they find each other before the Unity Ball ends? Or will someone else claim her?

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Donning a clean shift, she sped toward the dining room on silent feet. The fabric moved against her still-peaked nipples, making every movement arousing. That is what happens when you touch yourself before lessons. She slowed as she walked into the room. She didn’t want to keep Bana waiting any longer than she needed to, but running through the house was frowned upon. Her sister stood, beautiful as always. Bana’s curvy body was perfect in its stillness. Golden hair framed a heart-shaped face and lay over her shoulder in a long braid. Jealousy made its course through her. Why was she so different than her sisters? Bana was a perfect example of their race, and a perfect female according to the teachings. Light in hair and skin, plump breasts, wide hips and a narrow waist. Grace and silent submission oozed from every pore when she was around anyone else. Rella would never be able to match that, ever.

“There you are. I was thinking I’d have to come in there and get you.” Her sister’s words were bitten off, shortened by her irritation, but that was nothing unusual. Rella took a deep breath, schooling her face in the smooth mask of submission she used around everyone. Don’t take the bait.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Wouldn’t want your nose to wrinkle at my stench. Rella sat quickly at her seat and pulled her tablet and marker to her, hiding her grin. “I’m ready.”

“Good. We will cover the union of our two races and the reason why we celebrate with the Unity Festival.”

“I’ve learned this every year, nothing new has happened, so why are we going over it again?” The hint of whine in her voice made her grimace. She tried not to sound like a petulant child, but her daily studies brought out the worst in her.

“You will learn it again because I said so, and because this is your first ball. It is most important for you to understand the history of our world and how much we owe the Zabyr warriors for our freedom,” Bana barked.

“Like we’re really free,” Rella whispered. A loud crack reverberated around the room as her sister’s hand connected with her cheek. She closed her eyes. Don’t react. Instead of flinching or reaching up to smooth the sting, she willed the pain away.

“You will do as you’re told,” Bana shouted in an uncharacteristic burst of emotion.


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The Giddiness is Spreading

I wasn’t exactly thrilled to wake up this morning only to realize it was Monday and I had to return to the EDJ. Don’t get me wrong, the EDJ helps pay all the bills my lovely writing job can’t, but still. I can pout about it. And I am.

The weekend was a success in many ways. I set out to at least write 10k words on Saturday. Well, my goal was actually to hit 12k on my current WIP. It took me a lot of coffee, no nap, a lot of music, but by the end of the day on Saturday, I hit 10k. It’s still not my best daily word count total. That belongs to the first half of Ruby: Uncut and on the Loose. I wrote the first 11k words of that story at a coffee shop on a summer morning. I must’ve been a lot younger (or felt it) because there’s no way I could sit that long now without remaining stuck in that hunched-over-the-keyboard pose.

Sunday was spent helping my nephew paint the living room of his house. Again, this is  how I know I must’ve been younger when I wrote Ruby. I currently can’t lift my arm over my head so I was stuck painting everything shoulder height and lower. Crawling from one spot to the other around his large living room meant when I stood at the end of the day, I was hunched over like a senior citizen.

But aches and pains aside, it was a good weekend. It was made even better when one of my fellow Cabalites created this very fun, silly video to celebrate the upcoming release of Fondled and Gobbled. Oh yes, the excitement is growing. At least for me. I haven’t had a book release since September, so this is like a big yay for me. I promise though, I am writing and plan to have at the very least 5 releases this year. Somehow. I might have to become a hermit to do it, but do it I shall!


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Interview With Garren Luce

Before I start the post, today is my day for blogging over at the Cabal of Hotness. The giveaway continues so be sure to subscribe and comment for a chance to win a $100 gift card!

This week we’re keeping in with the theme of erotic male dancers. Sorry ladies, I’m sure y’all have awesome booty-shaking skills, but yeah…I like the menz. No offense. Nope, we get the men who don’t mind being asked extremely personal questions and this week, our dancer delivers.

Please welcome Garren Luce, a dancer at LaBare’s Houston. He was a lot of fun to interview and it doesn’t hurt that he’s cute as can be.

Danica: We’ll start off innocently enough. Where’s once place in the world you would love to visit and why?
Garren: Wow, that’s tough! How dare you 😉 Um, damn. Jamaica wins. Smoke, bbq, laugh and dance all day. Count me in.
Danica: I actually just shared the factoid on Facebook that 80,000 women go to Jamaica to have sex with the local men.
Garren: Really. Well maybe if I go, I can start a poll for guys visiting there to have sex with beautiful, local women 😉
Danica: If you do, please share that information with us.

Danica: What do you have going on right now? Do you have any upcoming appearances?
Garren: I just started dancing at LaBare’s in Houston. Just ask for Garren 😉 I also do personal training and would like to be in film.
Danica: With a sweet smile like that, the cameras would eat him up.

Danica: What do you think is your best feature?
Garren: My brain. I tend to wow people all day long because of what I like or am into is opposite from what I look like, haha.
Danica: Can you give me some examples?
Garren: I love philosophy and the study of the power of thoughts and intention. Oh yeah. But then I can throw you off because I love collecting shoes, or I’ll but out a guitar and play.
Danica: Eh, I have a fingernail polish fetish. We all have our quirks 🙂
Garren: Nice! That’s called being weird and weird is good because it’s different, LOL

Danica: What’s your favorite sexual kink?
Garren: Okay, I love blasting hip hop during sex. I love wearing my snap back hats with nothing else. Oh and I love when a woman spits on it during oral, LOL
Danica: Now, is the music for your rhythm? I have to ask.
Garren: Sex and hip hop just go together like peanut butter and jelly, LOL
Danica: In the back of my mind I was thinking “Or whipped cream and blow jobs” but I didn’t want to corrupt him. Or make myself blush.Garren_3

Danica: What’s your favorite position?
Garren: Doggy style. It always hits the g spot.

Danica: Are you a breast or a butt man?
Garren: Definitely an ass man! Big booty is a must, LOL
Danica: Which probably makes doggy style more comfortable.
Garren: Lol there is nothing like watching a big booty bounce back and forth against my lower stomach.
Danica: <silence>

Danica: What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done as a dancer?
Garren: Hm, ask me that again this time next year since I’m still new 🙂

Danica: It’s the zombieapocalypse. Are you a survivor or food?
Garren: C’mon, I’m the new king and I got zombies bringing me food, LOL
Danica: Good answer!

Danica: What’s your limit when you’re dancing? How far would you let your fans go? And if someone showed up at the club with $100 in loose change, do you still dance for it or direct them to a coin machine?
Garren: I have no limit as long as everyone’s laughing and feeling good. Hey, loose change. I don’t care, LOL
Danica: Would you mind being taken advantage of? (Griffin made me ask that.)
Garren: Hmm, why not? It’s nice to relax sometimes.


Danica: What’s your favorite food?
Garren: Women.
Danica: Your favorite food is women?
Garren: Only on rare occasions, LOL. My favorite food is Bluebell cookies and cream ice cream.

Danica: Do you prefer beach or mountains?
Garren: Beach for sure. Nothing exists without water, so to sit and listen to it…ooh yeah

Danica: Summer or winter?
Garren: I love winter because women look so sexy during winter. I mean heels and leggings? Damn.

Danica: Boxers, briefs or commando?
Garren: Commando all day. Life begins when you start going commando 🙂

Danica: What’s one thing you think people should know about you?
Garren: I just love life 🙂


Wow. Special thanks to Garren for answering my questions and big thanks to Lea for helping us connect to get this interview completed. So, what do y’all think? Is Garren as sweet and innocent as he looks, or is he a little devil?

Happy Friday! And if you happen to be in Austin on January 30, be sure to check out Dallas Nightclub since the men from LaBare’s Dallas and Houston will be performing. Garren and next week’s intervieww, Antonio will be performing. If you go, take pictures and send them to me. High resolution close-ups if you can manage. And phone numbers! *cough*


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Musical ADD

So I took back control of the turntables today. I hope y’all have been enjoying learning more about my fellow Cabal members. Trust me, they’ll be stopping by again starting next week. But today it’s all me…

And I’m having musical ADD. Probably because I have about six WIPs vying for my attention. When I hit send on Dean’s List in December, other stories demanded their time and they still demand it. Loudly. The only problem is they’re all sort of shouting at the same volume. So my brain is caught in an endless loop of my kick ass bounty hunter sci-fi type story which fits this song by the Wu-Tang Clan:

I work on that story for a good while, but then I start thinking about the next Cajun Heat story and the  heroine who’s also kick ass (is there any other kind? really). Colette is her name and she’s been working on me…and her hero (not saying who that is), but she’s got problems. Self-esteem issues which are always tough to write, yet she isn’t one to complain. She just puts her head down and keeps working and gah…I just want to hug her or play her this song by The Amity Affliction which, while it’s loud and screamy, it’s also powerful:


And that’s just the tip of the iceberg my friends. My brain? It’s a war zone in there. I’m sure I’ll settle down with one story as soon as one character steps up and says ‘Yo, pipe it down, Danica’s writing about me.’ Until then, I’ll write a little here, write a little there, fight the plot bunnies here…and try not to let new characters have at me.

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Is anyone out there?

I’m actually heading to work this morning and the interwebz seem very quiet. The only thing I have going for me is the knowledge that I’m not the only one who’ll be at the office today. But then I’d much rather be home writing than going to the evil day job.

I had a nice weekend. Really. I figured out who my characters were for my current WIP and managed to get three thousand words written. It isn’t a massive word count by any means, but it was enough to inspire me to keep working. Like Dean’s List (working title), it’s going to be another experimental story. No, no, not that kind of experiment. It’s a futuristic, one I’ve been writing off and on for months. It took me finishing Dean’s List for me to realize what was wrong with my story and now it’s flowing, the characters are talking to me and the sex scenes are keeping me up at nights.

It’s weird how that happens, by the way. Not the insomnia from sex scenes, but how writing a short story can help clear the mind for longer works. This futuristic will be my first 30k or more work since July. I think I timed it perfectly, by the way. When I really start to hit my stride, football season will official be over and I can spend my weekends writing instead of screaming at the television.

Saturday night I went out to dinner with my family. It was very nice and not just because I had this really tasty alcoholic beverage called a Firefly Lemonade. The food was good, but it was wonderful to spend time with my mom, sister, nephew and his girlfriend, and brother and his family. We laughed, we talked, we stuffed our faces and it was good. It was pretty funny because before dinner, my brother-in-law called my sister to find out what she was doing and she says,

We’re getting ready to go out to dinner. Danica sold a book again.

Like it happens every day. I wish it did, but yeah, it doesn’t. It’s really weird though because I did sell a short story before the end of 2012. Cookie Bound in Fondled and Gobbled: Someone Had To Do It is something I wrote…yet it doesn’t feel like a story. Probably because writing it felt more like watching an x-rated Mel Brooks movie. It was fun.

Anyway, in case you didn’t see it all over Twitter and Facebook, I had my very first quickie for the EC for Men line accepted by my fantastic editor. Dean’s List (working title) was something I whipped up to avoid having to buy the Cabal of Hotness drinks at RomantiCon. But I found it was a very fast, hot story to write and I hope people enjoy it. If things go well, I may be exploring more story lines that aren’t suitable for my other books, but would fit in with the EC for Men line. We’ll see.

How was your weekend, my friends?


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Interview with Kelii Naliielua

It’s a brand new year…did I do a fantasy man Friday this year? *ponder* Ah yes! Caveman David. Rowr. Hubba, hubba. I did miss last week though. I was working out different angles trying to find a man for y’all. Honest.

And I found one with the help of the first Caveman I interviewed and a really awesome guy, Justin. Today’s hunk is none other than a former Caveman, Kelii. Please give this exotic hunk your attention. *bats her eyelashes*


Danica: How did you become a cover model?
Kelii: I was asked through a friend who had done a few covers.
Danica: Did you have fun with it?
Kelii: It was interesting. It was the first time I had done anything like that. I had done a few fitness magazines, but not a book cover.

Danica: Are you still modeling? What are you doing now?
Kelii: No, I haven’t been a cover model in awhile. I’m a personal trainer by day, stripper by night.
Danica: How is that?
Kelii: It’s two totally different worlds for sure.

Danica: How is it being the focus of that much female attention?
Kelii: When you’re having a bad day, it’s definitely a pick me up. Whenever you walk through those doors, whatever problems you have going on, you’re not going to show it and you forget about it all. You forget about all the stress you have during the day because your job is to make other people have a good time.

Danica: Did you ever read one of the books you’ve been a cover model for?
Kelii:  Yeah! I read Altered States.  I thought it was pretty good. It was interesting how they matched the character on the cover of the book to the character in the book. It was weird, almost as though I was reading about myself.

Danica: What’s the one place in the world you’d love to visit and why?
Kelii: As I’m getting older, I watch the History Channel a lot so I appreciate things like that more. I like to visit China, being part Chinese. I’d like to see where her side of the family came from. I’m Hawaiian and Chinese, I’d like to see more of the Asian side of the family.

Danica: What do you have going on right now? Do you have any upcoming appearances? If so, when, where and will there be video? Just joking about that last one. Sort of. Ahem.
Kelii: Dancing at LaBare’s Houston. Three-four nights a week. Wednesday through Saturday.


Danica: How many hours do you spend in the gym? For yourself, not your clients. (I was blushing at this goof.)
Kelii: I’m only there about an hour to hour and a half about six times a week.

Danica: What do you think is your best feature?
Kelii: I’d have to say my smile.

Danica: What’s your favorite kink?  *moment of silence* What’s your favorite kink? And yes, I mean sexually.
Kelii: I love it when a girl dresses up in sexy lingerie. Garter belts, hose, heels, corset, teddy. That does it for me.

Danica: Are you a breast or a butt man?
Kelii: I’m a breast man. That gets me going.
Danica: I have to say you’re probably the first of the men I’ve interviewed to say that.
Kelii: Really? Funny, but yeah, I like boobs.

Danica: What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done as a model/dancer?
Kelii: I did an office party and it never happened to me in the 6 years I was dancing. It was an office birthday party. The lady I was dancing for had her own office. I was dancing for about five minutes with the door open and there wer e a couple of people inside. Next thing I know the door was closed and my pant were down. And my penis was in her mouth
Danica: I was blushing the entire time, y’all, but I had to ask what he did next.
Kelii: After about a good 15 minutes I was finished and we are continuing our adventures as we speak.
Danica: Y’all can’t take this plotbunny away from me. Don’t be surprised if there’s a book based off of this…just sayin’.

TioDanica: What’s your favorite color?
Kelii: Sky Blue

Danica: Favorite food?
Kelii: Italian food: pizza, pasta, etc.

Danica: Do you prefer winter or summer?
Kelii: Winter because when it’s hot, you can only go down to your skin and you’d still be hot.
Danica: Amen!

Danica: What’s one movie you can watch over and over?
Kelii: The Hangover
Danica: Or as my mom calls it “The Alcoholics”

Danica: Do you prefer mountains or beaches?
Kelii: Beaches

Danica: Boxers, briefs, commando?
Kelii: Briefs. I like how it holds my junk together.

Danica: Is there anything about yourself you feel enough people don’t know? Kelii: I’m always smiling, always happy and courteous. But no one really knows I’m a secret sex fiend.

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Um…wh-what? Y’all are actually paying attention here? Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, licking the screen and babbling incoherently? What do y’all think of Kelii?

Happy Friday!


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Unleashing the Cabal

You knew it was bound to happen. One day you’d stop here and see insanity and chaos unleashed on the world.

Today is that day. With the upcoming releases of Fondled and Gobbled: Someone Had To Do It and Fondled and Gobbled: Going Back For Seconds on the horizon, we’ve scheduled stops all over the place. Seriously? For the next few weeks, we’re going to be some very busy, crazy ladies and today kicks off the start of the insanity.

I’m sure our hostess clutched her head and screamed when she saw what we sent her. But she did ask for us to be ourselves…so we were. In a chatroom in an undisclosed location…with no real moderator. If you happen to see Nikki in person, make sure she’s sane, okay?

But if you want to see what might have driven her over the edge, check out our very first interview as a group over at Ramblings from a Chaotic Mind…Come to think of it, we probably chose the perfect place to kick off the nearly three month long blog tour for the Fondled and Gobbled anthologies.

Also, don’t forget that we have our own blog. We’re introducing ourselves this morning and offering up a chance to win a $100 Amazon gift card. Stop by to find out how to win. And as if that wasn’t enough, there are some blog hops coming up in February and March. Check out the sidebar for more information.

Got it? Good. I hope to have some sexy man pictures tomorrow, but we’ll have to see if they sit still long enough for me to get them. *cackle* ahem.

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DJ Sky In The House

Thanks to my girl Danica for letting me take over her blog today!

I have to have music on when I write. I’ll make playlists for certain books with songs that match the mood, and sometimes play a song over and over on repeat until I finish a scene. I don’t know if that makes me crazy or not, but whatever, it works.
One of my favorites to put on repeat is Moves Like Jagger, it’s a sexy song and and of course it doesn’t hurt that Adam Levine is so damn good looking he almost melts my screen.

So listen to a little Maroon Five and enjoy a snippet from my latest book, Caribbean Heat…if you can tear your eyes away from the video.

His face was inches from hers, eyes intent, studying. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think about anything other than how badly she wanted him. She wanted to know how good his lips pressed against hers could feel. If it was going to happen, this was a perfect place, no one could see, no one would know.

“Ummhmm.” Sierra swallowed hard and moved closer, inviting him, needing him, not knowing if he had any interest in her, but hoping like hell he did.

Jack answered that question quickly, closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against hers softly.
Sierra parted her lips, inviting him in, wanting him to taste her. He didn’t hesitate, his tongue teasing, tasting, twirling with hers. Heat pooled between her legs. Damn, the man could kiss.

It seemed so natural, so easy, kissing Jack like this.

Sierra let her own tongue explore the heat of his mouth, tangle with his, and the pulsing need between her legs amplified. God, she wanted this man.

Jack’s hands ran down the bare skin of Sierra’s back, pulling her closer. She wrapped a hand around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair and held on tightly as the lust coursed through her.

She’d heard women talk about kissing a man and it making their toes curl, but she hadn’t experienced it until this moment. It was like some kind of drug and she couldn’t get enough.

Jack pressed his lips to hers again and again and wetness rushed to her opening. She wanted him, needed his cock inside her so damn bad.

“Sierra.” The one word was growled as he pulled her on top of him. Her sex pressed against his hard-on and another surge of wetness dampened her cunt. She pulsed herself against him, searching for relief from the surging need but finding higher levels of torment instead. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think straight, couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure his touch gave her.

His hand moved up to her breast, brushed along the sensitive skin, and a shiver of lust shot through her. He grasped her whole breast in one hand and pinched the nipple between two fingers. and a shock of lust shot through her.
Something flicked against her foot but Sierra ignored it. She wanted only to focus on the sensations Jack caused, but the annoying thing flicked against her foot again and she looked back.

Hol-y shit.

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Private Mountain

I had a decent weekend. I didn’t get a lick of anything written. Sure, I did revise and add to what I already have on my WIP, but two hundred words did not impress me. I need to kick it into high gear and stop letting myself get distracted by messed up toes, curly-haired nephews, fat cats and studly men. And food.

Really. This is what has been distracting me lately.

I could have worked on my stuff last night, but after a day spent slow-cooking white beans (which kicked serious ass, y’all) and smothered cabbage, I was done. I watched a little football, except not a single team I wanted to win, won. It was disgusting so I gave up on that. I watched my youngest nephew on Saturday afternoon, trying to coax him into eating something and finally got him to chow on a banana. I went to my oldest nephew’s house on Sunday afternoon and did this whole jaw-dropping thing. It’s so nice. The kitchen is…well, I don’t really cook despite my recent spurt of domestic goddess-ness, but that kitchen could make me want to cook. *drool*

But that has nothing to do with the title of this blog post. Nothing at all.

When I got home from my nephew’s house, I took a pain killer and plopped on the sofa to watch Island Hunters. It seemed a natural progression for me to go from House Hunters and House Hunters International to people buying islands. I didn’t know you could just buy an island if you had the money for it. I watched these people wander around sandy beaches with tropical…things on the trees and realized these people aren’t buying islands just for privacy or in preparation for the zombiepocalypse. They’re buying it because when you can throw a million dollars down on your own island…well, that says something about you.

So I posted on Facebook that I was going to buy an island when I made my millions. I forgot the people who follow me are wonderfully creative people. It didn’t take much for someone to talk me into buying a mountain instead. In Costa Rica. I’m more than happy to buy it as long as burly, sexy mountain men are included. Someone in the Cabal recommended we cash in all the bail money we’ve been pooling together (in case one of us ends up in the tank) because we won’t need it there. Hello? We’d be our own law. I get to be sheriff. But I put my foot down. We’re not having a brothel. We won’t need it since it will be a Cabal only retreat. (and I don’t share very well)

The idea has merit. Maybe not owing mountain men, but a writing retreat sounds wonderful. It has to be a place where writer friends can get together and hash out plot points. I know myself and I wouldn’t write with people around me. I like to talk too much for that. However, hanging out with other writers, bouncing ideas off them, laughing and sobbing over the publishing industry sounds wonderful.

Maybe that’s something I can aim for in my dotage. A writers retreat deep in the swamps (because despite my dislike of beaches, I’m afraid of heights more). What do y’all think? What kind of writers retreat would you like?


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