Sunday, November 27, 2011

t'was the night before...

...release day week!

whoo! TOUCH releases tomorrow this week!

i got the dates mixed up somehow so it's not actually Monday like i'd originally thought. 

but i'm still Sooper excited!

in honor of the big day, here's a little snip. poor Finn is a little on the nervous side now that things are getting down to business...but don't worry, he gets it together in no time at all *wink*


Fumbling, he attempted to untie the sash on her robe. Of course, the damn thing had managed to tie itself into some ridiculous Gordian knot of satin that seemed to constrict tighter with every jerk. 

His growling curse made Kass laugh. “Settle down big boy--you're only making it worse.” 

Her fingers, the same ones that left paths of sizzling heat wherever they skimmed his body, slapped his clumsy paws away. Within seconds the impossible snarl was gone and she'd grasped his hands, this time to guide them to her bare flesh. 


also, come visit me on Tuesday, Nov 29th at Lush Book Reviews where i'm talking about the evolution of Touch and you could win a copy of Finn and Kass' sizzling story! 

for those who don't want to wait, check the Turquoise Morning Press book store on Monday!

and the blurb:

Sometimes, the dark exposes more than it hides....

As a news anchor, Kass needs to show the world her conservative side, but underneath her public persona is a woman who longs for physical connection. When an invitation to visit a sex club arrives in her inbox, she jumps at the chance to indulge herself in an evening of hot, sweaty sex with a stranger—no strings attached. What she finds instead is a man who shows her that secret fantasies can become reality, but only if she’s willing to take a chance.

Finn's a man whose mojo has hit rock bottom. After the crash and burn of his last relationship, an anonymous sexual encounter is just what he needs. Although the goal for the night is simply to give them both pleasure, he discovers that he may be willing to give something more….

Kass is scared to risk revealing her identity to the man who just took her beyond her wildest expectations, no matter how much he tempts her. But Finn’s determined that their scorching passion has a chance to see the light of day.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

how refreshing!

so, i decided to give the ol' blog a little face-lift. bright colors are where it's at.

hope you like!

Wednesday, November 16, 2011


alright, i only have a couple of minutes before i'm off to the day job (and have yet to shower!!!) but i'm really excited to share a couple of things with you...

first, my cover for TOUCH!

i loves it. simple, sexy, and leaves no doubt what the story's about, right?

AND, i thought i'd post a short excerpt since i haven't let anyone have a peek at this except my beta readers and editor.

this is the beginning of chapter four, and i'll leave it to your imagination what just happened between Finn and Kass...


Kass blinked against the darkness, wondering why her blinds were closed before remembering there would be no sunlight to penetrate the black-hole of a room she was in.

In fact, she hadn’t been outside this square-shaped universe for hours now, but couldn’t care less if she ever saw daylight again—not when the pair of them could create their own world right here.

Just a short while ago, she was sure there had been stars, the roar of the ocean, and possibly an earthquake. Definitely an earthquake. And thunder. Positive about the thunder because she could still hear it, a steady booming in her ears.

No, not thunder, she dimly realized, but Finn’s heart beneath her face where it was mashed against his chest, one arm draped across his torso. 

“Did you feel the earthquake?” she mumbled, and was answered with a wheezy laugh.

Slowly, she lifted her head, resting her chin against his sternum. 

“Good God, Finn.” She licked her lips, trying to get her senses working properly again.

“Hmm…” was the only response, the sound vibrating under her jaw. 

With effort, she dragged her arm upward, until she could lay her palm against the strong curve of his cheek. She brushed her thumb over his mouth—the same mouth that had just shot her straight into the sky with pleasure.

“Thank-you,” she murmured, wishing fervently she could see him.

His face turned down toward her, and muscles flexed under her hand as he smiled. “For what?” He sounded amused, but completely baffled.

“For what just happened. For giving me what I needed. It was amazing, Finn.”

Wickedly, she reached down to cup his sac and cock. “And for this,” she said, dropping her voice to a husky whisper as she gave a firm rub. He was still half-hard, waiting for the next go-round, maybe. The object under discussion jerked, a quick pulse which lifted Finn’s hips slightly.

“Oh, woman,” he groaned. “Have mercy. Let’s just lie back for a bit, while I gather my wits. Talk to me about something. What was that you had said earlier? Secrets?”

 “Yeah. Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else. A secret. Or, a personal fear of yours. Not like, ‘I’m scared of spiders’ or whatever. Something private. But no names.”

“I thought you were supposed to talk, and let me recuperate here,” he grumbled.

Her fingers tapped a soft, deliberate pattern over his ribs, laying her money on the bet that he’d do anything to avoid getting tickled. “Talk, big guy.”


“Alright, alright. No need to be cruel.” Finn flinched away from her feather-light torture. Damn her for figuring out how he hated being tickled.

He took a deep breath. Sure. He had a secret alright. Something that had been burning in him since the split, morphing into an almost obsessive fear which had, up to this point, prevented him from getting involved with another woman. This was probably the best opportunity he’d ever have to air it and maybe get an honest answer, considering what they’d just done together. 

But Christ, it was harder to say than he’d imagined.

“Okay. Well, I mentioned I’d been involved with a woman earlier. It was pretty serious, at least on my end, but there was always a part of me that knew she wasn’t into… uh… things as much as me. There was always a certain something missing, especially in the bedroom.”

Finn felt his face flush, and he shifted, uncomfortable. Her hand stroked his chest, avoiding his susceptible ribs, thank God.  

She’s a stranger. You’ll never see or talk to her again.

“Now, looking back, I can’t help wondering if she faked even that little bit of passion we had together. I mean, I tried my damndest to make her happy, but I’m pretty sure…” He trailed off, incapable of saying the words.

“Pretty sure what, Finn?” The question was drowsy, but he had the sense she was listening intently. Somehow, he believed she wouldn’t judge him. Acceptance was a balm to his soul, just as the almost hypnotic sweep of her palm calmed his still-racing heart. 


oh! gonna leave you hangin' cause that's how i roll.
ha!  don't worry, though. it's only a week and a half now ;)

Sunday, November 13, 2011

it's sunday again!!!

hey sixers! welcome back. i really appreciate you coming to visit each week :)

today i'm sharing a little snippet from my new wip, Lawn Mowers. yeah, i know. weird title, but it is what it is :D

this story has just been pouring itself onto the screen, and i have to say that the characters have really surprised me with their intensity so far. 

this is a little glimpse into the mind of Markus, the bad boy of the bunch. 


Markus hooked a thumb into the waist of his jeans, pulling them down just a little further and making sure that his biceps flexed under the sheen of sun-screen and sweat. That particular move had brought more than one woman to her knees for a little afternoon-delight. 

Apparently made of sterner stuff, Faye's expression remained impassive.

Man, he loved a challenge.

Smile widening, he began a variation of the same question he’d tossed her way twice a week for the past month. “You look bored, Ms. Rogers.”

check out my fellow sixers at Six Sentence Sunday. there are so many talented writers out there! i only have time to read through about 1/3 or maybe 1/2 each week, so my apologies to those who drop by and comment if i don't get the opportunity to return the favor!

Friday, November 11, 2011

if two's better than one, then three must be...

i've been writing. 

but not Diva Diet! it's still there, but this new story is just bursting forth and i need to get it all down while it's flowing.

the little tale that has been kicking around my brain for the past couple of months has finally exploded into full-blown plotness. 

i'm calling it the lawn mower story for now (you may have noticed that it already had a place on the right hand side of the screen under my current WsIP) because there's a lot of gardening happening.

this is going to be a m/m/f menage, folks. i know, right? 

i admit, i was a little a little surprised, too. it's not something i'd ever thought to write, but the characters are so real in my head already. there's a quiet, sensitive man, and a rough, broken guy, and a lady on her way to finding her way home.

lots of crazy, messed up emotions, maybe a bit of a triangle happening, a little touch of quirk that i love so much, and that deep, intimate kind of eroticism that just makes your chest ache. 

over the years, i've read a lot of menage, i'll admit. there are a ton of smoking hot tales out there, filled with scorching sex and lots of fun. but every once in a while, i come across one that focuses on the emotional development or the characters, not just the sex. THESE are the stories that stick with me and i read them over and over. they're just as sensual the third or fourth time around, because there's always a different angle of the emotional aspect that jumps out at me each time i go through them.... 

if you're interested, check out three of my favorites:

Surrender's Edge by Pepper Espinoza
Coming Clean by Inez Kelley
Tempted by Megan Hart

sometimes they have happy endings, and sometimes they don't.

i'm not quite sure where lawn mowers will end up, but i do know it's going to be a trip! i only hope i can pull it off the way that the story deserves to be told.

i think i'll share a snippet this week for 6 Sentence Sunday...check back!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

6 sentence sunday!!!

oooh, it's a hot one today, folks! my favorite kind *wink*


“I dreamed about you, you know,” he whispered suddenly, a rush of rough words against her lips as they moved together. “The first time was just like this. I was here, in you. And you were making that noise…You know, the one that sounds like you’re just about to come?”

He rocked his hips harder, and she gave it to him, a sharp gasping cry against his mouth that had it curving into a smile against hers.

“Yeah, just like that."

oh Finn, you slay me. 

this story was so much fun to write. 3 weeks! whoo!

thanks for stopping by. now go check out all the other awesome Sixers at 6 Sentence Sunday!

Friday, November 4, 2011

i feel funny

well, at least like reading some funny. or watching.

y'ever have one of those days or weeks where you just want to snark at stuff?

so here are some of my favorite sites to go to when i've got a bitch on and i need to laugh at people:

AutoCowrecks - autocorrection hilarity.

Failbook - status updates that boggle.

TFLN - texts from last night. drunk. stoned. just stupid.

"Single person behavior: I wanted a cookie but was too lazy to 
make or go buy any, so I let cookie dough ice cream melt and 
ate all the chunks. Pantsless."

Warning: all of the above are offensive to those who don't get sarcasm. no clicky.

lastly, I do a lot of visiting to

this site is completely PG, and i find a lot of incredibly cute, funny or neat-o stuff on there. i'm pretty sure i've mentioned this site once or thrice ;)

now, i found the following video on wimp originally, but i'm using the youtube version so i can embed it right into my post (if there's a way to do that from wimp, i'm not that technologically inclined so :P  )

voila! "interesting" aerobic moves. aka Floor Gasm.
the guy is Re-Damn-Diculous.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

what's in a name?

i thought i'd do a really short post today about my last name.

i know, weird topic, right?

but the fact is, i get some strange looks when i tell people my pen name. the best is when they repeat it--slow like--to try it out on their tongue. 

yeah, it's definitely not a common last name but it has a special meaning for me. 

there are a few different meanings according to the baby name sites out there, but the one that kept coming up and the main reason i picked it for my alter-ego is because it means Horse Keeper.

those who know me IRL know i've been involved in the horse industry since i first laid eyes on them as a young'un. obsessed might be a word my parents would use.

(no longer) my 
handsome Slick

   my old girl, Tip

when i started looking into pen names, i checked out a couple that i thought i might like to use, but they were taken by authors already. albeit by craft book writers and recipe gurus, but i didn't think they'd appreciate an erotic romance author having the same name so i moved on. plenty of names out there, right?

but i wanted something that had some tie to my real life, so when i started looking into horse-themes, this one popped up.

i like it. it's unique. it's mine. and now you know why!