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Still haven't had time to re-vamp this blog page, but, upgrade or no upgrade, it's only three days until release! So, that means, time for an excerpt! Since we have storms rolling through I'm making this short and sweet before the power goes out. Here is, Thrill Seekers Book One - Just That Easy!! An Excerpt From: JUST THAT EASY Copyright © ELIZABETH MOORE, 2013 All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc. He leaned forward a little, smiling as if he had a secret to share. “For a trashy, anything-goes sex-book writer, you’re a little skittish, you know that?” Teryn shrugged a nervous little twitch, but couldn’t help smiling back at him. “Yeah, well, I told you I had a pen name, she’s kind of my alter ego.” “Should I ask her out?” He laughed. “Funny. I think you just did.” He cocked his head and curled his lips in that lopsided grin again. “Cool. Can’t wait to meet her.” A long, low whoosh of air escaped her lungs as he winked at her, then turned and walked around to the passenger side. There was no getting around checking out his ass when he turned away from her. Hard and as well formed as the rest of him, the way it tapered down from that wide expanse of muscled back she could just picture feeling all that hard flesh beneath her fingers. Damn, this man’s testosterone must be like some kind of aerosol drug. Getting in, she tried to steady her hands to even start the engine. She considered trying to drag Alexis Wilde out of the closet, but in the pit of her belly she wanted it to just be plain old Teryn Michaels who he found interesting, not her sexy alter ego who pretty much lived only in her head. Smoothing her hair back a little, she tossed off the brief twinge of vanity that gripped her as she realized she wore no makeup and had on an old pair of low-rider jeans with a thin cotton T-shirt. Watching him fold his big physique into the front of her Jeep and set her books in the back, she started the engine, thinking it was a little late to be worrying about if he thought she looked plain without her makeup. “Stick shift. Don’t see that much anymore. Hope you don’t mind I just climbed right in, I don’t know where the hell I’m at around here yet.” “No it’s fine. As for the stick shift, well, it doesn’t make sense to me to drive a Jeep with automatic. I hate it that they mostly make them that way now, pandering bastards.” She laughed. That perfect mouth split into another grin. “Right, because they should only sell to purists like you. Who wants a profit, right?” Challenging, and not brainless. Christ when did his assets stop? “Yeah, yeah. It just sucks when you like something, and all of a sudden it’s like the big thing, and next thing you know every moron on the block is doing it.” “Ahh, you don’t like to follow the crowd.” “No. I don’t. You? You don’t seem like, well, a librarian.” Again with the laugh. It reached through her, slipping down her spine like a warm trickle. “Well I’m not, really. This is just for the summer. I ended up between jobs and I have a big competition coming up soon so I needed something quiet that I could work around my training schedule. I’ve done it part-time at college way back when, and you don’t exactly forget how to alphabetize books, you know? My uncle knows Al, so he hooked me up.” “Okay, that leads to about ten questions. What kind of competition? Where’d you go to college? What the hell did you major in that you could be a librarian? And how does your uncle know Al? Wait, don’t answer that. “ “Yep, you really are a writer.” He sighed, grinned and shook his head. “Sorry, you don’t have to answer all that, my curiosity gets the best of me, and my mouth pretty much does its own thing most of the time.” “Hmmm. Kind of hoping so.” His fingers reached out and gently brushed her cheek just along the corner of her mouth. True to her self-description, her lips parted slightly and she sucked in a small, stuttering breath. His boldness unnerved her. It also sent about a thousand volts of static through her entire body. She shivered, even though it was probably still well over seventy degrees on this warm spring night. Dropping his fingers, he leaned back farther into the seat, watching her. “So, adventure racing. U.S.C., Oceanography and Environmental Science with Literature as a minor. That’s where the librarian comes in. My uncle dated Al. They’re still friends. I like that you’re kind of bold, and scared, all at the same time.” “I don’t, particularly. You aren’t scared of anything much, are you?” “Not really, no. Kind of have to be a little insane to do what I do.” “Here we are. What, insane to be a librarian?” She laughed as she jumped out of the Jeep. His laugh followed her, feeling as warm on her skin as the early summer evening. Two steps through the tiny alley parking lot, which happened to be the only alley in town, and they were through the back door. The place looked as if it had the usual small-town Friday evening crowd. A few construction workers who had been there since they got out of work, laughing a little too loud. A few couples eating bar food and having a beer, the expected group of regulars perched on familiar bar stools. Everyone in the place looked Teryn and Grant’s way when they walked in. His arm curled protectively around the small of her back again, inspiring the powerful feeling of belonging right where she was. He leaned closer and whispered near her ear. “We make an entrance, huh?” She glanced up at him. “Guess so. I’ve only been in here a couple of times. I think you make people look, anyway.” Not giving him a chance to counter that one, she pushed into a booth in the back corner closest to them. The waitress appeared out of nowhere to take their order, and obviously to get a better look at him. Thin, fifty-ish, and looking as if she’d been in this bar half her life, she smiled ear to ear. “Hey there, what can I get you all?” Grant raised an eyebrow Teryn’s way, grinning, the perpetual look on his face since she’d laid eyes on him. “I’ll have a Guinness.” He turned his disarming grin at the waitress and she giggled. “Sure, honey. What’ll you have?” The words were aimed at Teryn but the waitress’s eyes never moved from Grant. “Tequila. Whatever good one you have.” “With?” “Nothing. Just the tequila.” “Shot with lemon and salt?” “Just the tequila, double, neat. Can you ask them to rim the glass with salt?” “Sure, honey.” The waitress shook her head as she walked away. “Gotta love livin’ in a small town. Right?” “People are like that everywhere. It’s quiet here though. One of those places it would be good to raise kids I guess. I always seem to be the odd one who doesn’t fit in, small town but I’m single, everything I do gets me that sideways look, can’t even drink beer like everyone else.” “Uh oh, your insecurity is showing, doll.” He reached out, lightly stroking the back of her hand. His fingers were long, large, but not bulky. They looked very capable. Of just about anything. It felt not just sexy, it felt good. Gentle. Fast. “I thought it was since the minute I looked up at you.” Teryn watched him absorb that admission, and his canny choice not to confirm it. “No, not really. You were just, hmm. Cute, I guess.” “Cute. That’s what I want to be, cute.” She leaned back into the cheap vinyl seat, eyeing him. She didn’t move her hand though. “Be whatever you want to be if you don’t like what you are. You don’t answer to anyone, right? You don’t like to follow the crowd, but then worry that I think you’re cute like there’s something wrong with that. Yet here we are. I followed you here like a lost puppy, so what does that tell you?” “That I need to shut up, I’m overthinking again.” Which was exactly right, because he’d just nailed her most hidden desire. To do whatever the hell she wanted without the nagging feeling that it was the wrong thing. The waitress returned with the order, looking at Teryn as if expecting her to say the drink was wrong when she sat down a short tumbler half filled with clear liquid. “Just like that?” “Just like that.” As appeasement, she pulled out an extra five-dollar bill to tip her, surprised when she looked back up that Grant had put more than enough for the drinks and a double tip on the tray. She threw her money and the extra tip on top anyway. The waitress gushed a quick thank-you, hightailing it back to the bar before they changed their minds. “And she doesn’t like to be taken care of.” “You didn’t mention psychiatry in your studies.” “Secondary minor.” Her face blanched and she almost shot tequila from her nose. “That was way, way too easy.” “Fuck you,” she blurted, laughing. A typical retort for her on any other day, it was also totally inappropriate at the moment. True to everything he’d done so far, he turned it around and made it the perfect thing to say. “If I’m really, really lucky.” His voice was low, slow and husky. He meant every word and didn’t hide it. “Okay, seriously. That’s the worst line ever. The only guys who have ever talked to me like that were total sleaze balls, the kind of guy you see cruising the meat-market bar like vultures, or the kind who stalks you. Not a librarian with half a brain. What’s up with that?” He reached toward her, motioning with his finger for her to lean closer. Thinking he wanted to tell her something quietly, she leaned forward expectantly. Instead, his hand slid around to the back of her head, tugging sharply on the elastic band holding her hair in the tight ponytail. The unruly tangle of her hair spilled out. She raked her fingers through it, shoving it back over her shoulder, sure it was a complete mess. “Much, much better. Hair is a metaphor, you know, for who we are. Yours is all bound up into a tight whip, snapping you to attention. All those dark waves tamed and pushed into submission. That’s not the way it should be.” His fingers slid down one long section that had escaped her attempts to push it back over her shoulder. His eyes met hers again. The same warm feeling rushed through her, as if there was nothing she needed to hide from him. The only thing that picked at her nerves was why the hell he managed to make her feel that way with little to no effort at all. “All right, so, look, let’s just take turns and lay out on the table what we’re about, why we are here, whatever comes to your head. Then I won’t have to use any more bad lines on you. Sound good?” Hair as a metaphor didn’t seem like a bad line at the moment looking at his. A thick black Irish mass, just long enough to fall over his forehead a little on the top, curling in an unruly way behind his ears. Talk about your metaphor, his hair also looked as if it said exactly who he was, deceivingly approachable but impossible to tame. “Sure. You first.” He took a deep breath and eyed her for a moment before starting in. “You already know how I got the job. My best friend from college, he has this adventure race team. It’s a huge deal to him to win a really big race for once. Takes a lot of training, lots of traveling to little races on weekends, and the library is a good down time. I’m between real jobs at the moment, so it seemed like a good thing to do while I think out what I want to do next. I needed a break, if you want the truth. I haven’t been in exactly the best of places in my life for a while, and I needed to do something different.” He stopped, eyeing her, and took a long pull on his Guinness. She gave him the I’m-not-bored-yet-keep-going obligatory look. He hadn’t gotten to the good part. Yet. “Been here about a week, been pretty quiet. Then you walked in. Miss lashes, stuttering over your Dominatrix book, throwing out comments with no inhibition and freaking yourself out the whole time you’re doing it. It was cute. Live with it. I’m attracted to you, Teryn. Like I haven’t been to anyone in a long time. I watched those green eyes, checked out your curves when you walked out of the library in front of me and decided there was no way I was letting you out of my sight until you either lied and said you weren’t attracted to me, or until I wake up next to you in the morning. Simple as that.” That was the good part, all right. Teryn sat back, cocked an eyebrow at him, and sorted the dozens of questions in her head. It was good cover for the liquid rush in her belly, the warm, sliding feeling that was taking her shaking thighs into overdrive. He told her everything and nothing, all at once. He was like one of the goddamn characters in her books. Maybe she was having some sort of schizophrenic meltdown and she was really in a mental hospital, thinking all of this was real. Maybe all these people at the other tables were just other patients, eating paste or muttering to themselves. “Well?” He looked amused, watching her stumble over her thoughts and absorb his admission. “Just wondering if you are interested because you know I write about sex, so you assume I’m some kind of kink master in bed.” He was bold, so why not go with it? He rubbed his chin absentmindedly. Her gaze stuck on that dark shadow of evening scruff. It made her want to feel it against her cheek, of course. Odd how the cliché things she wrote in her books were true, sitting here across from Mr. I Just Said I Want To Fuck You. “Actually, I kind of have you pegged for the exact opposite. You’re too skittish to be a bad girl but I can’t exactly call you sweet or innocent. You don’t fit in with the tight-assed crowd, and I think you secretly do want to be bad. Maybe you just haven’t had the chance to do it yet. Except on paper. Can’t blame a guy for hoping he has the key to Pandora’s box, right?” She had to change the subject, him talking about her being a bad girl was sending her into a hundred kinds of hot, everywhere. “You confuse me. So, why the hell are you wandering around like a college kid, at what? Couple of years shy of thirty? Shouldn’t you have the plan all going, some kind of job with a big institute studying global warming, wife and one-point-four kids on the way?” “Thirty-one, actually. Do I look like I follow the crowd?” “Right. No. You look, and talk, as if you are extremely smart. Very thoughtful. Okay, not as if you are, you are. You make really straight-out, almost obnoxious comments, but you don’t come off as an asshole when you do it, you get away with it. Yet, it seems deliberate.” “So now who’s the psych doctor? Okay, you, it’s your turn. You’re avoiding.” His fingers moved up her hand to her wrist and he slid them around it. He rubbed a tiny circle just over the pulse at the base of her hand with his fingers. She couldn’t take her eyes off it. “Fine. I had a plan. So far, my part of it is going really well. I moved here because of someone else. Who is probably on wife two and mistress number who-the-hell-knows-by-now. I liked the town so I stayed. I write, I love it, I get to travel a bit, free to choose what I do and when. People don’t always know how to take me. I talk too much, I get nervous and giggle. My whole life was kind of a mess from the start, I mean very start, and I’m not going there. Met my fiancé in college, made a plan to do the whole white-picket-fence thing, live the nice little color-inside-the-lines life, but then it all just fell apart. Once I started writing the stuff I do, I found out I was good at it. Really good at it. Now it’s like trying to refold the map once you’ve opened it and got it all twisted up, it’s just never going back the way it was. Mostly I’m boring, really. I kind of thought I was going to live like Mrs. Cleaver and discovered somewhere along the way I’m more like Morticia Addams in a soccer mom’s body. There, how’s that? You got the whole package in one breath.” Why couldn’t she give smart, short answers, then shut the hell up? Jesus, Teryn, give your whole fucked-up life history in one rambling sentence, why don’t you. “Honest. I like that, you don’t hold anything back, even for all those nerves. And you don’t have a soccer mom’s body. Not even close and you know it. Why the hell would you want the white picket fence and all that bullshit? You left out the part about why you’re here. I mean, right here, right now. With me.” His eyes looked directly into hers, locking her gaze. His fingers kept up the slow, lazy circle on the warm skin of her wrist. He licked his lips again. May as well throw it out there. “Because, you just don’t seem real to me.” “I’m real. What do you want?” “I have no idea. None at all.” That was a lie, and she was pretty sure he knew it. “What do you want?” “You.” Back to that confrontational honesty. The word was like a vise clamping down on her belly. She wriggled in her seat. “So, we’re talking just get up, head out, go at it? That’s it?” Dear god, as brutal as it sounded, that’s exactly what she wanted to do. “It sounds a lot better in my head.” He laughed. “Okay, I like you. I think you are interesting, and I really do want to get to know you better, but right now my head is blocked by the idea of you naked. Why sit here and deny we’re both thinking it? I know we’re supposed to talk all night, get to know each other, avoid sex because it’s not the politically correct thing to do. I think it’s ignorant to pretend we don’t have chemistry going on here. Physical chemistry exists, Teryn. It’s fast, it’s intense, and you know we have it. Should we pretend we don’t really want to just forget the rules and dive into each other, like I know damn well we can?” “Right. Hey, how ya doin’? Want to fuck? Sweet, see you round!” The retort was tough, but her guts were coming unglued. His hand felt warm on her wrist, almost possessive. “Why not? Except for the see-you-around part. What I mean, is, why avoid the elephant in the room? I say let’s just go for the total intimacy, make the connection complete and see what happens. Get past that first distracting rush of lust and see what comes from there. Why not try to have it all? With any luck, we can spend as much time together as we can stand, doing whatever we decide we want to do. Talk, read to each other, have sex, hell, go bowling, who knows.” “You are so much weirder than I am.” She couldn’t help the giggle. “I’m glad you think so. Can I make a suggestion?” “Shoot.” “Maybe you want to climb out of your safe little box and decide to live life.” “That’s it? I’m not sure what you mean. Other than you want sex, but we’ve covered that.” She cocked her head at him, fiddling with her glass again. He laughed. “That’s pretty much it, yeah. What I mean is, life isn’t some kind of pre-determined little script that says you have to choose a role and stick to it. Like your little picket fence. Life is something you live and you can’t plan for it sometimes, hell, most of the time. That’s what I want to do, see what’s out here in the world. Find what fits into my life that’s missing, just live and see where I end up. Like here, right now. With you.” The intensity of his words felt as if she were facing down the entire Roman army, lined up in front of her, waiting for her answer. Defend, or conquer? Deflect. “I do travel, I mean, I don’t just sit in my house and dream up things. I go out and see life.” “But do you live it? Do you try new things? When is the last time you took a chance and did something new?” “Today.” “Before me.” “No comment.” “That’s what I thought.” His eyes penetrated hers and she just couldn’t help but be a bit persuaded. This was the biggest, yet flat out straight ploy anyone had ever taken to get her into bed. Which in itself felt like a compliment. The contrast of him telling her straight out, without guilt, what he wanted, against his natural obvious charm and appeal, made her head spin. In a not so bad way. “You figured out all this after an hour, and one drink.” He grinned with satisfaction. “If you’re observant, and we both are, it’s not that hard. I don’t know everything about you but I know everything I need to know to tell you I’m curious, you excite me, and I want more. Lots more. It really can be that easy, you just have to let it be. I’ll show you. What do you say?” She’d already given in to the fact that there was no way she could get up and walk away from him. No one had ever laid out that he wanted her, point blank, and felt confident that saying it didn’t rate him an asshole. Authority never had appealed to her, but he wasn’t telling her what she was going to do, he asked. Teasing her with the knowledge that he knew damn well she wanted to. His sharp awareness of every little thing going on between them felt so intense. Highly personal but not intrusive. Had he been focused on just himself, she’d have sensed it, and it would have changed everything. But he wasn’t. He focused on her, with an intensity that felt as if he actually cared, that she mattered. She could almost see him watching, learning with every word that came out of her mouth. He was a contrast of totally assured and self-possessed, mildly confrontational, but easygoing and down-to-earth all at the same time. No mistake, she wanted more of him. Like he said, lots more. “What are you going to show me?” Her voice came out nearly a whisper. He shifted on the seat, leaning closer to her. “First, I’m going to take you home with me. I’m going to make you some really, really good chocolate cappuccino, because you are going to need the caffeine, and chocolate is just plain sexy. Then I’m going to do things to you that are going to make you so glad Al left me in the library to go have a little fling with Derrin, that you won’t even believe it.” His words were like a long, spiraling dart, descending slowly, so slowly, down the center of her belly, right between her legs. Her thighs tensed together, a quiver running through them. God she was sitting in a bar getting wet just from some guy talking to her. She blocked, to cover her quickly melting reserve. “Pretty confident, aren’t we?” Confident my ass, the man is fearless! “And you are going to discover that you can do things to me that’ll probably have me screaming your name to the neighbors.” This time the shudder passed all the way through her, the vision of them connected head to toe, his tanned face contorted with ecstasy. “You’re assuming quite a bit about me.” He gave a shrug and the now familiar grin, clearly her lack of affirmation didn’t dissuade him. “I have faith.” “In what?” “You, for one. Tell me you have no idea how to make a man wild, Teryn—even if you haven’t had the chance to do it—and I’ll tell you that you are lying to my face. Tell me you don’t want to, and I’ll get up and leave right now. I’ll still know you’re lying, but I’ll do it, just tell me.” He sat back and just looked at her expectantly. “This is kind of nuts.” “There you go, now you’re starting to get it. Come on, we can walk from here.” He stood, holding out his hand, looking at her as if he had every expectation she was going to jump right up and follow him out of the bar. How could she not?

Time To Revamp

The long and short of it is, I didn't get a chance to really re-do the blog before now because this summer has been..hmm..what summer? My Mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer after brain surgery in May, and it's been a long few months of doctors, treatments, and now hospice. Then in August I started a new job. Now I have one evil day job instead of two, but I drive almost an hour to get there. But I digress... I have a new book coming out in November!! As of right now, the 20th is the release date. In the meantime I will be spending some time re-doing this blog and getting myself in gear for promo. I am trying to carve out time to continue on with the series and also to get my original novel re-published now that I have my rights back from the previous publisher. And people wonder why I'm crazy?

It's been a long couple of years.

The last two years have been long and difficult, and it's not over yet. In spite of it and without going into detail, I am working to get back on track with getting things published, updating the blog, and moving forward! Thanks to those who have stuck with me, hopefully there will be good things to come.

Do You Shave Your Kitty?? Sex talk for romance 101.

So did you think I meant your cat, or did you 'get it'. There is a distinct language in romance writing when it comes to the naughty bits, and believe me there is mucho discussion between writers over what works and doesn't work. Sad to say yes, we read things that are out there and sometimes cringe, sometimes laugh, and sometimes just do the 'wtf?' head shake. And occasionally I read something I wrote and wonder, what, the hell, were you thinking?

Shaved kitty does not mean go round up your cat or the local cat lady's favorite feline and give it a go with your Wahl hair clippers. It means, in polite romance sex language, is your pussy bare? I admit for the longest time, the "p" word as we call it made me cringe every time I wrote it. It's a very common and not impolite word in the romance genre, because, well let's face it, when you start using clinical words like vagina and penis, it just does not evoke hot and steamy. Most of us in the world of more erotic romance are well versed in the uses of 'cum vs. come' or how to pepper our down and dirty scenes with a variety of descriptions. You can only have so many cocks in your paragraph, you know.

You might think it's fun to figure out ten ways to describe the male anatomy, but really, do you know how hard it is to figure out that many ways to describe his dick in a complimentary, and not comical way? It's not as easy as you think! Same for the women, which I again, admit, I have a bit of trouble with. We all know the "C" word is just forbidden. I mean, if you read / hear the word cunt come out of my vocab it is NOT because I'm trying to get you hot and bothered. Sadly, most of the descriptions I find from the '101 ways to say vagina' list just make me laugh. Which brings me to...

Wow, really? Love stick, velvet rod, snatch, box, nether lips. Yep, all in print. The ones that still evoke an 'EWWWW!' when I see them are oozing and pussy juice. Umm, just ick. I want to lose myself in the story when I read, and if you are reading mine. I am pretty sure all of those words are going to break me right back into reality as I read them and throw up in my mouth.

I've cataloged the bad side of this process because, well, we all have tons of excellent examples of how it's done right. Which is what I aspire to and why you will never read the words 'pussy juice' in my work. If you do come and find me and smack me on the back of the head and ask me "What, the hell, are you thinking?" then smack me again for good measure!

Ta til next time when we discuss all the weird things I learned at Lori Foster's Reader Author weekend. SO much fun!

Mwuah. EM

Why, yes, I can go to work Naked.

Ok so it's true, on certain days when school is in and all under aged spawn have been shuttled off to their destinations I could, technically work naked. The glamorous life of a writer, no? Uh, no.

I'm sure you can conjure all kinds of scenarios to make working naked sound wonderful, many that involve some of the very characters I have created in some interesting positions. Yeah, not so much when I'm home, the laundry needs done, and I realize it's Monday and I didn't put the recycle bin out. Ask my neighbors how working naked would go if that were the case. "Hey Mrs. Crane, nice morning!" Yeah. And then the police arrive.

Really it's just a point of while something may sound good it's not always as great as it seems. Yes I LOVE being a writer, even the boring part where I write really inane articles for a regular paycheck while waiting for that magical day when I can live off just my fiction royalty checks. I do get to set my own schedule. I do get to spend time with my boyfriend during the day which helps because we both have odd schedules. I do get to attend my kids school functions, and I made it to all my son's Lacrosse games this year, no work interference. On the other hand, when I'm tired and not so in the creative mood, I have to make myself crawl out of bed and work. Cause, you know, the bed is right there. I could sleep. For just a little while.

That makes the point of the downside of working for yourself and being a writer. Discipline. There is no lounging naked writing hot steamy love scenes watching the pool man (Sorry...I don't like boys!) in the sun with no shirt. For one, reality check, our pool is an inflatable thing that while not tiny, is very much my four year old's domain. There is laundry, calls to make, blogs to write, dishes to do, homework to monitor.

Yeah, I could go to work naked, but really, I wouldn't likely do that any more than you would!

Kisses - E

He, She and the I, We....Plus a Sale!!

Ok, first, the cool book lover holiday weekend sale news! Hop on over to All Romance ebooks and get 50% off!!! You can really clean up and get a lot of books added to your TBR pile with this sale. http://www.allromanceebooks.com/

So this morning I'm talking with my S.O. and I suddenly came upon a realization you'd think might have hit before now. I'm wondering if it's just me, or maybe is this a universal male / female thing. I realized that in my life anyway males tend to think more in the "me / I" frame of reference, while I and I'm thinking many other females think in the "we / they" point of view. It was something to the effect of me considering weekend plans and pretty much most things that have to be planned out like who needs what done and when and where in the we frame of mind. Such as, "ok he has to do this, I need to do that, WE could make it work by..." etc. Then it hit me the words that usually reference his frame of thought are "I have to....or what are you...?" Then I went back and thought about my previous marriage. Yep, same thing. I'd get up in the morning taking into my line of thought everyone's needs and plans and I'd get from my ex "I have to do this, I'm going to do that.." Course, in his case, it never took anyone else into the factor hence, he is the EX. That, is a whole other story.

As women I see us blogging and posting all the time about our own personal things but also more in regards to our families, our S.O.'s and how everything we do relates to that in one big string. Do men do that? Or are they oriented more towards an individual train of thought? Not to say they don't consider us or the kids in their plans or day to day whatever, this is more a point of how our minds work, from an individual stance or a group stance, which I think is more common to women.

Ok let the opinions fly, and here is another question, how do we write our men in our novels or like to read them? Do we play them true to nature, or change it because, well, we're writing them how we want them to be and we CAN!


Smooches...E

Random Things

I have a goal to post a blog once a week. Hey, it's still this week!! Today seems like a good day, I have a rant. Today we have, Stupid STUPID, cosmic weirdness, and I'm so freaking tired of people complaining!! (Which...I'm about to do, but we'll call it bitching, so...)

You really can't fix stupid, but would we want to? I mean, would it improve things if we did? Probably not, because, well, there has to be a balance to things, right?
Today amongst the odd things that I ran into making me want to pack my ass right back home not long after I got out in the world, was a guy driving straight for me on a 4 lane highway, another one who turned on his blinker as he came down the road towards me, and luckily I knew better than to pull out of the driveway I was leaving because he DIDN'T turn, and...someone who backed out into the road while I was turning out of a different driveway, and she saw me, just didn't seem to care. Ok, so stupid drivers. Not just plain stupid.

On to creepy and weird. A guy come up behind me in the checkout lane at Walmart (I know..I know, but it's a necessary EVIL!) and ask me if he could pay for my things with his bridge card (food stamps) and I give him the cash. Ummm. NO! Idiot. Really?? Right in the line, with the cashier looking at him like, are you kidding?? As if I would?? Made me want to hide my three year old in front of me, he wasn't exactly trustworthy looking. I started to get a little pissy and really thought about letting him have it, then a visual of him following me to my car slammed my filter down over my mouth. Probably a good thing. As soon as he left, Miss Karma reminded me I really was not in ok-ville as another guy got in line behind me and was unloading his cart literally OVER my shoulder. The woman in front of me hadn't even put all her bags in her cart yet. My stuff was on the belt, he was reaching OVER my shoulder to put his stuff down, and talking to himself.

About this point, I was wondering where the camera was, or when Rod Serling would start to let me know I was in the Twilight Zone.

I have left Walmart to just get the HELL out of that place often, but not quite as fast as I retreated today.

As for the complaining, well. There is a difference between bitching, which I can do with the best of them, and constantly vomiting all your life's drama out at everyone to get attention. Puh-leeeze. Life sucks! It's fucked up, painful, often weird, sometimes surreal and funny as hell, but it sure as shit is not easy.

On the other hand, I guess I take it as a good sign that I'm one of the ones people gravitate to for strength and support. I know there are very few I lean on for that kind of thing, and it sure isn't the ones who spend their time moaning about every little problem (half of which they unwittingly how life sucks, so I know which category that puts me in, and it's not the whiny one. Least I hope not. Get over yourselves, people!! Come on, what fun would it be if you didn't have drama? Ha, they wouldn't have anything to do.

Final random thought for the day, and not even bitchy or pissy...does it make ground baloney more refined if I put it on Ciabatta bread?

Just For Fun...

I don't post nearly enough on here, I know. To remind myself I actually can write now and then, since it seems like life is getting in the way of me accomplishing as much of that as I'd like I was reading through files on one of my faves. This is a piece of work I'm dying to finish and publish. In the meantime, enjoy a little chat between two of my to die for, literally, Alpha heroes. (And remember..it's unedited).


“The Greeks can suck my dick, Fage.” Ford said, a demonic chuckle rumbling in his chest.
He pictured it, blond fucking gods kneeling in the dirt in front of him. Hell, that wasn’t even good enough. “Come to think of it my dick would be too good to touch their lips, fucking clothes whores. They’re like a god damned soap opera from another planet.” He voice dripped venom, the tone that it took when he was in a state like this would have terrified any human within ear shot.

Fage was nonplussed. “Yeah, well, much as you like that glorious little cock of yours--”

Ford threw a left and at Fage, almost sent him sprawling in the dirt but he ducked it, laughing. He stood, looking his baby over.
“Don’t scratch the paint, Ford.” He warned with a leering smile.
Ford shook his head, almost grinning. Fage tolerated Ford’s little outbursts, he was after all Themis’ son, and charged with weighing both sides of every argument. He took his job to the extreme at times, letting things drag out for eons for his own amusement. He may have been forced by the Fates to balance things, but Fage, was himself no moral innocent. He was always entertained by Ford’s antics, Ford knew well, and even looking like some punk kid Fage had a heritage older and deadlier than his own.

Fage, pretty much, liked to play with Ford.

“Whatever, rice burner boy. When you gonna trade that fucking toy for a real ride?” He gestured towards his gigantic black powerhouse of a Harley.

“That tank on wheels?” Fage shook his dark shaggy head, settling back down against his Hayabusa.

“Don’t think so, I don’t like to drag ass when I’m being hunted.”

“Yeah, you call my cock tiny again and I’ll make that little piece of plastic there go poof, and I ain’t talking about your dick.” He smiled at Fage, a nice, fanged, menacing smile.

Fage laughed. “Stick your bones back in your mouth, fang boy. Back to the Greeks. You can’t afford to piss ‘em off this time, they’ll pull some strings and you’ll be suffering some twisted up immortal curse they love to dream up so much. You really want to die every day, or have your guts eaten every day, or never have sex, or…”

“Got it. I fuckin got it. No, I don’t wish that shit even on you. Won’t have to.”

Ford cocked an eyebrow on him.Wait for it…

“Why?” Fage’s eyes lit up, ready for something juicy.

“Love it when you’re predictable, Fage. I have a secret weapon.”

He cringed a little at the thought that Nix was a weapon at all, but she was, even fledgling and barely tested, still trying to figure out what power she even had. She was like his little black box in this mess. Push a button and boom. Bye bye, greeks, bye bye, soap opera in the sky. He could dream, anyway. In truth it would merely balance the power, and they would have to reveal her to do it, but if it came to that…

“You gonna spill, or what?”

“My mate.” He let that drop like a stone in a pond.

“Your WHAT?” Fage jumped to his feet, leaned forward and peering into Ford’s face.

“Get back outta my face, asshat.” Ford hissed.

“Just looking to see if there was a demon shadow in those eyes. Ford Gabriel, does not, would not, should not, ever have a mate.”

“Yeah, well, I do.” Ford muttered.

“Get the fuck outta here. No shit?” Fage’s mouth hung half open.

“No shit.”

“Where the hell is she? What’s her name?”

“Jesus H., Fage, nosy much?” Ford’s face tightened at the attention. “She’s…not here. She’s got her own things to deal with right now.”

“Oh, I get it, she’s a butterface. You’re hooked up to a woman got hit with the ugly stick.” He was laughing his ass off.

Ford grabbed him by the throat. Fangs out, face not a hair away from Fage’s, he snarled. “She, is none of your god damned business.” He released him, shoving him backwards.

Fage looked slightly less than bothered by Ford’s little display. He wasn’t exactly known for his cuddly nature himself.

“Fine, whatever. Guess you don’t like being mated. Sucks to be you, man.” He turned, grabbing his helmet. “I’m out, I unlike you, love the feminine side of our little balance scales, and I intend to spend some time wrapped around some curves other than asphalt tonight. Think about what I said, man. Whatever your mate has that can help, we need it, and we need it quick. We are going to have demons crawling up our asses on every continent, and if we don’t get a handle on things, this is going to turn into Chaos’ wet dream of a mess.” He slid onto his bike, the sleek black machine rumbling more like a muscle car than a rocket between his powerful legs. He gave him a slight nod of his head, shot off, and pulled a wheelie at about 100 mph, just because he was Fage, and he could.

“Show off.” Ford muttered. But he was smiling. He actually liked Fage. If like meant he wouldn’t kill him on sight, or would tolerate his company for longer than necessary to exchange information. He had actually spent time with Fage hunting. That was saying something.

Reviews

Brotherhood Of Fire has been getting some great reviews!!
Two Lips Reviews:
http://www.twolipsreviews.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=5855&Itemid=36

Whipped Cream Reviews, BOH was up for book of the week last week and received 5 cherries!
http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2011/01/brotherhood-of-fire-by-elizabeth-moore.html?zx=b60ce57f22650d4f

Naughty Bits Review:
http://www.teddypig.com/2011/01/elizabeth-moore-brotherhood-of-fire/

Night Owl Reviews:
http://www.nightowlreviews.com/nor/Reviews/Yadkny-reviews-Brotherhood-Of-Fire-by-Elizabeth-Moore.aspx

Some actual reader reviews and recommendations at the Bookstrand site:
http://www.bookstrand.com/myearnestreview/show/?id=810020

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Holiday Blessings

Just taking a minute from the holiday chaos to post about one of the best gifts of all, the silver lining. Things are relative, aren't they? We can always find something to bitch about, and everyone knows someone who does that. Not the best way to spend time is it? I even find myself falling into a negative attitude at times, it's an easy thing to do. This is wrong, that breaks, someone says something or does something or even worse, my pet peeve, DOESN'T do something.

Thing is no matter what goes wrong, we will get through it. It's how we go about it and what our mindset is while doing it that makes all the difference. There are times when just due to circumstance our heads are not in a good place and time is all it takes to fix that. I had a year like that. I changed something in my life that should have happened a long time ago, but I never had the courage to do before. To be honest I didn't think I had the strength to do it. I discovered I did, and that sometimes it just takes the right person to give you that strength. Still didn't help my head, heheh. I was needy, anxious, negative, just a mess. HATED it. But it took time to get to a new way of thinking even when I knew all along I WOULD get through it.

During that time, I ended up achieving some things that I have been dreaming of forever. I published my first book. I changed how I run my life and how I interact with my kids. On top of that I was lucky enough to find an amazing person that inspires me to keep pushing for more. Now how is that for a silver lining? Things are still tough, being a single Mom who is underemployed is hard, but back to that things being relative, we can always find tough things to deal with, life is hard. Period. My life is amazing and wonderful right now despite any hardships. There are always curve balls, less money than you expected just before Christmas, something breaks down, someone gets sick. These things will always be there. I choose to treat them as the norm and just those daily potholes I step over, not the things to focus on.

I'm focusing on that silver lining, because it's always there too. It's so much more enjoyable to focus on the positive things. My kids who are having a great Christmas despite any issues. My new book cover and the dreams of more to come. The man I love and all the new things we are experiencing together. All the new friends and family I'm gaining, and all those little amazing things that will happen every day of the coming new year. They're there, smile and look for them, and just keep stepping over the obstacles, because we will all keep moving forward one way or the other, whether we choose to look down, or up, is our choice.

Happy Holidays to you all and I hope the coming year is filled with lots of silver linings.

RELEASE DAY!! Monday, December 13th...

At the Grand Falls Fire Department, brotherhood is the key to everything. It’s the glue that holds firefighters together through thick and thin. When Garrett O’Neal realizes that the brotherhood he shares with his mentor and best friend could be something that fulfills the erotic fantasy he has of sharing his wife Carrie, it begins a journey that none of them will escape without being plunged into the depths of flaming passion. A hot and intense tryst becomes so much more than just a bed time fantasy. As the three begin to navigate the boundaries of love and desire, the fires of passion and their passion to fight fire threatens to tear the three of them apart forever.

Contracted!!!

Well, it finally happened. When you decide to write, if you are realistic one of the first things you do is remember that you will get rejections. Quite a few, probably. You assume your first, second, maybe even tenth submission will come back with hopefully at least a decent reason for refusal. I've been lucky, I had many 'this just isn't what we need right now but please submit other work' rejections. One stint working directly with an editor that still never turned into a contract.

Just don't ever give up! Cliche, sure, but true. You have to believe you can do it, and really want it.

Mainly for me not writing just isn't an option. I journal, write freelance copy to feed myself and my family, and write stacks and stacks of stuff that may never see the light of day. It's not what I do, it's who I am, and I'm so glad to have gotten to this point. I feel like it is really worth all the effort, and now hopefully I get to share what I'm doing with people interested in reading it.

So thanks for visiting me at this particular point in time, it's a pretty exciting one! I'm thoughtful, thankful, sort of in 'oh what the hell do I do NOW?' mode, but loving every minute of it. Been a long tough year, but it looks like the next one is going to be pretty amazing.

EM

A snippet

Just a bit of a piece I hope to pitch to St. Martins Press at the Lori Foster event in June.

FORD

The longer he waited, the more of them would come. As natural as breathing it was the order of things. The centuries of instinct to fight were already pushed aside. Pushed aside and thrown to the wind because he wanted them to come. All of them, as many as he could get in one place.

He needed them to wipe away the vision. The blond hair and that face, fuck, that face contorted with ecstasy as he touched her. It swam in his brain and all he saw was red. Red and death.

Probably his and that was fine.

And they did come. More and more every minute. He took them as they attacked, his sword moving in an arc cutting bone from bone, flesh, blood, scales and pieces of unnamed things that defied description. His movements came easily with no real thought or effort behind them. He killed in silence, the perfunctory action just mechanics to drag it out a little longer, slaying only enough to not let it end just quite yet. The destruction wielded at his hand felt no more satisfying than knowing his death would neither end his torment, nor change a damn thing.

Pain welled, so long held back, so long denied it flooded him, making him tear away the ironclad control he’d taken centuries to build. Every piece of his body ached, burned. The lie he’d constructed, that he was cold, emotionless, ruthless, burned through him the most. Knowledge that he had no resistance, no real control, that he felt every damn breath of life when it came to her was the final blow to the walls he’d built to preserve his sanity.

As they crumbled, so did he.

Ford lifted his arms open wide. Sword pointed to the heavens, the gun in his other hand silent. Empty and still as he felt. Let them come. This would be a fitting way to die, shredded into nothing, shredded and torn and lost like his soul already was.

Through the grinding pain of teeth and claws he heard a strange buzz, distant, like the whine of a motor. Whatever. If someone had come they were too late and he was glad of it. With one last ragged breath he felt the teeth of a demon at his throat and he smiled, death came more welcome than the burning hell of torment he’d been living.


PHOENIX

She raged.

Brilliant glowing green shot with red, blood red, tinted her eyes.

Steel flashed, gunpowder flared. But most of all, she raged like the Fury within her.

Fangs. The idea of them didn’t repulse her as it should. The uncanny ability of her mind to float freely and consider the idea she had just sprouted fangs at the same time her body continued to fight the horde with deadly accuracy, was not even odd. Just part of the package. One she happened to enjoy. If it hadn’t been for the rage blinding her to everything but the need to destroy every creature in site.

Wrenching flesh from bone, the steel in one hand sliced through whatever it contacted while her Walther pulsed in recoil in the other. Demon skin flayed from the seething creatures. Her eyes glazed with blood lust. Still, she raged.

Ford, lay dying mere feet away. The pain rent her soul, left her bleeding, screaming in her head helpless. It was this and this alone that caused her to move on her own through the gathering crowd of the damned. Those bent on taking Ford down, killing the master hunter now that he was vulnerable. There was no Fury, no quick flash of cleansing. This would be death in all its bloody carnage. Destruction at her hands was a singular desire. Her mate lay dying, and nothing short of tearing flesh from limb with her bare hands would even begin to penetrate the primal rage that came from that.

It didn’t matter whether he loved, or hated. It didn’t matter if she did. They were mated, his pain an instinctual call for her to fight to the death regardless, and she did.

She moved through them like a storm, a blackness, thrashing with lightening that was cold steel and the flash of bullets, and blood. Red, red blood flowed from them all, and she gloried in it, bathed in it. At the last she ripped at them with her hands, her teeth, those damn fangs that she had no idea she possessed until now, until she had needed them. For Ford.

It lasted only minutes. Drenched, muddied, looking for all the world like the creatures she’d ripped limb from limb she dropped at his side. Knees in the dirt, grime covered hair hanging low over her face like curtain she put her hands on him, felt his chest, his blood. Felt for a heartbeat.

His nostrils flared, slightly. The vampire within him scented the blood on her, the blood of many, most of all the blood coursing like a pounding rapids in her veins. He fought it, she could feel him, could feel him trying to gain the energy to bring the necromancer to bear, to control the death that crawled through him like a haze. He didn’t have the strength, she knew it. He knew it.

“Feed, or you die.”

“Never.”

Nothing brilliant...

First off, I suck at this. I need to get seriously better at it, and I have no excuse! So, while waiting for word on the first Firefighter novel at the publisher, here's a tiny, tiny snippet of the second one. And I promise to get better at this blog thing. (Insert eye roll here, if you like.) Oh, and its unedited, of course.


From Flames of Honor;

Damn if that tight little ass picking it’s way through the debris in the cordoned off area of the arson scene didn’t look familiar. Very familiar. That ass had been twitching in his face for days now and unfortunately it didn’t leave his head when it left his sight.
So what the fuck was she doing here? His newest firefighter should not be trailing the arson investigator, talking with him like they were trading notes.
What. The. Fuck.
Hairs on the back of his neck on alert he stood against the brick front of the building, watching. Sure enough, the conversation had no tension. They pointed, picked, examined. In tandem.
He knew Rod well enough that if he talked openly, let her on a fire scene, she was golden in his book and not just the average hose jockey. He’d been right all along there was something more to her and it had to do with the fires that this psycho had been setting that had put his guys in danger. The thought descended on him with all the grace of a load of bricks and started a train of thought headed in only one direction.
What was he going to do with her now?
Keeping out of sight he watched from a distance. Waiting it out might be better than going in and see if he could glean any info out of Rod on who might be doing this. Then, that little ass was his.
So, who the fuck was she? Why was she parked in his Engine company under his nose, and what did she know about the fires being set?
He was damn sure going to find out. And also pretty sure that her not being a straight up firefighter under his command had just put her as fair game in his bed as well. As much as the thought contradicted what he’d been grinding into his head about her for days, it made sense. Get her lying little ass naked and under him. Relieve the ache in his balls she’d caused, and get some questions answered in the process. All good.
She’d been willing to put herself in his face, she would have to deal with the consequences. Those, would be sweet reward for his efforts, too.
He couldn’t help the predatory grin that split his face when she rounded the corner to where her car was parked and caught site of him leaning against it. Relaxed on the exterior, his gut and his balls seethed with raw adrenaline. The shocked look of being caught red handed only served to heighten his state, though he kept himself tight, leaning back casually, arms folded over his chest just watching her walk towards him.
The fifteen lies she could tell to cover being here were evident on her face as she came closer. That was one bonus of working with her these last few days. To most he bet she’d be hard to read, but studying her every move for hours on end had enlightened him to the subtle shifts in her eyes and features that revealed a hell of a lot about what she was thinking.
Right now, she was thinking about how to get out of this.
“Not going to work, sweetheart. Whatever you’re cooking up in that brain of yours I know you aren’t what you say, and I don’t give two shits who Sutty is or about your firefighter family.”
“Rod’s a family friend. I’m going to enter the arson investigation training next year.”
“That’s nice.” He sprung on her the instant she reached the car and her hand moved to the door handle. Pressing his big body into hers he backed her into the car.
“What the hell do you think—“
The last few words he devoured along with her lips. And god the taste was sweeter than he’d imagined. Stiffening and trying to pull back did her no good as he buried his hands in the silk of her hair, wrapping the strands around his fists he kept her mouth right where it was, buried under his as he explore every corner of her lips with his.
Finally pulling back he pressed his forehead into hers, eye to eye.
“Baby you just gave me the break I’ve been waiting for. I’ve known all along something was up, still don’t know what but now, one thing I do know…” He nipped at her bottom lip, tasting her again, loving that she stood stock still, no longer fighting him even if she hadn’t given in yet. “I do know I’m going to love every minute of teasing the truth out of you now that I have free reign to put your sweet, little, ass—“ He punctuated each word with another nip, this time rewarded with her lips parting slightly, making his cock jump against her hip. “—in my bed. Right where it belongs.”
The fury that sparked in her eyes might have pushed some males back. Not him. He watched it, simmering, the resentment that he had just claimed her, loving every second of it, of her strength. Even if it wouldn’t do her a damn bit of good.
“Asshole!” she screeched, and in a surprise move she kicked his left knee. The momentary pain and shock that he’d been so drunk on her kiss that he’d let her get the jump on him nearly made him laugh. If it hadn’t given her the opportunity to wriggle out from under him.
Now she stood, chest heaving with the angry breaths she took, face livid. “Who the hell do you think you are? You have no right to accuse me of lying! And why the hell do you think I’d let you in my bed? You think you’re all that? I don’t give a shit what you look like, you kill it with that pig headed asshole personality!”
He couldn’t help it. Worst possible thing he could have done, and it came out without warning. He laughed.
He was still laughing when her tires screeched on the pavement as she tore away, leaving him standing in a cloud of dust.
Oh, she was his. Game on.

The mood for 2010...

Ok, I'm loving this song. Just the in your face attitude, the I'm in charge, and you're going to love it agenda! This, THIS is what erotic romance is about. Could NOT have said it better..so go watch the hot vid and enjoy, and here are the lyrics. Tell me this isn't hot? This is my attitude for 2010!

http://www.adamofficial.com/us/videoshttp://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid55856527001?bclid=55831937001&bctid=53718047001

For Your Entertainment - Adam Lambert

So hot
Out the box
Can we pick up the pace?
Turn it up,
Heat it up
I need to be entertained
Push the limit
Are you with it?
Baby, don't be afraid
I'ma hurt 'ya real good, baby

Let's go
It's my show
Baby, do what I say
Don't trip off the glitz
That I'm gonna display
I told ya
I'ma hold ya down until you're amazed
Give it to ya 'til you're screaming my name

No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way you'll ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over

Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for you entertainment

Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
'Ya thought an angel swept you off ya feet
But I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment

It's alright
You'll be fine
Baby, I'm in control
Take the pain
Take the pleasure
I'm the master of both
Close your eyes
Not your mind
Let me into your soul
I'ma work it 'til you're totally blown

No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way you'll ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over

Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for you entertainment

Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
'Ya thought an angel swept ya off your feet
Well I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment

Oh oh... mmmm
Entertainment...
Oh oh... Oh entertainment...
I'm here for your entertainment...

Oooohhh...
Do you like what you see?
Wooooaaaahhhh...
Let me entertain 'ya tell you screeaaam

Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for you entertainment

Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet (bet ya thought)
'Ya thought an angel swept ya off your feet
Well I'm about to turn up the heat (turn up the heat)
I'm here for your entertainment

Christmas Gifts

Strange how things can pick you up and shake you just when you think you are in charge of it all, isn't it? This last couple of weeks was a little rough, (hell, who am I kidding the last couple of years have been an endurance test!) but the tail end here, especially. The perfect storm of life events that just kind of make you feel like you are sliding in socks on a hardwood floor; out of control and almost crashing, hoping like hell you don't,a little bit of a rush but terrifying at the same time. Some of it has not been pretty, some of it, has been completely amazing. None of it was anything I expected, and most of it, was not anything I had a choice about. (And the ones I did I didn't handle well!)

The biggest thing? The gift of coming out of it all with more than I went in with. I've learned things like I just took and advanced intensive class on life. At 43. Who knew. For the first time in a long time I have that just cleaned out the closets feeling. Stripped down and bare, the kind that makes you feel like you want to scream SHUT THE DOOR SHUT THE DOOR! but at the same time when it's all gone, and you make room for new things, you feel sort of brand new.

Life doesn't always give us the opportunity to shove ourselves forward like this, and it's usually in a way we'd prefer it not to happen. However the gifts we can give ourselves are the most important of all. Looking at things as they are,looking at people as they are, sometimes letting the pain of a difficult situation burn out things that don't belong, taking the lessons that life and people give you and really accepting them, even if it's something we didn't think we wanted to learn. And making sure everything we put back in that nice clean space is worth accepting.

I'm looking forward to the coming year. No matter what comes. I'm hoping for some very positive and long time coming (like...life long!) dreams to be realized, and who knows what else will come. Whatever it is, positive or negative I know I will learn from it, and I know I've deemed myself worth accepting whatever gifts life gives, whether they come looking like a pretty wrapped package or a pot hole, I know I'll walk away with something new.

To my family and friends and everyone, I hope your gifts in life for the coming year are amazing, and thanks for what you've brought to mine.

Love to you all;
Caprice

Thrill Seekers Snippet

Ok..this is a rough draft..meaning..needs some editing. But since I've sucked royally at posting I thought I better get something up. So, here's some hot dirty sex to keep you all busy until I can get my Fire Fighters Menage submitted and we see if I get to be legit!

Teryn felt like she was being stalked. Slowly, methodically, mercilessly. He’d not said one word about her bolting out on him this morning. He’d even shown up with a bottle of wine to have with dinner.

“Here. Give this a try.”

“I’m not much of a wine drinker.” Her nose crinkled at the memory of all the past disasters of trying to like the stuff.

“You’ll like this. Try it.”

Taking a small sip, she was surprised how good it was. Wine usually was too bitter for her taste, she’d tried everything from cheap to expensive, and ended up decided that Boone’s Farm often tasted better than crap that cost ten times as much. Not this. This was delicious. She took another long sip.

“That, is just excellent.”

“Told you.”

You’ll learn to trust me one of these days. She could see it on his face, but he didn’t say it. That was almost worse than having to hear it and respond.

They made dinner together, falling into a relaxed easy rhythm. A comfortable back and forth that neither had to force. Exactly what she was pretending was just the in betweens for the incredible sex they were having. They cooked, laughing, talking, moving together in tandem like they already knew all the ins and out’s of each other’s habits. They ate, cleaned up, laughed, and talked some more. About everything, bad habits, politics, weird stories from their childhood, anything and everything.

But typically confrontational Grant, didn’t say one word about that elephant staring them down from right between their noses. And that put her on edge. She was getting used to him blurting out things, things designed to push her, things designed to incite her, things designed to just flat out make both of them hotter than an August Sunday. Not saying it, that was new.

He poured her another glass of wine when they were finishing putting the food away. Then he grabbed her, easily, lifting her to his chest, kissing her with the hunger she knew all too well, the hunger that she understood.

“Time for dessert.”

“We didn’t make dessert.”

“You know as well as I do what I’m talking about. And you’re it.”

He had her jeans down her thighs before she could blink, nipping at her panties. Then they were gone too. He lifted her easily and sat her on the table. Another table, the tremor went through her thighs.

He moved in between them, spreading her open to him, as they both reached for his shirt at the same time. Just like making dinner, moving together like they were synchronized, not having to talk to know what came next, one move spurring on another.

The feel of that soft as suede thick male skin sent a shiver through her, she could never get enough of how it felt on her, under her hands. He didn’t give her much of a chance to run her hands over him this time, instead he dropped down and his big shoulders, all those tiny muscles moving beneath his skin were hunkered down between her thighs, and those deep blue eyes were burning at her under his thick black lashes.

“Take off your shirt.”

The buttons flew through her fingers, shirt tossed who knew the hell where. The clasp of her bra was open before he could mouth the words because she knew he would. Teasing, she held it there just a moment, clutched to her chest before she slowly let it slide down over her hard nipples.

“Tease. I can play that game, too.” He dipped his head in low and she felt his breath roll gently across the dampness between her legs. He gently flicked his tongue over the outer edges of her, lightly, his breath cooling every warm place it touched. Thigh muscles tightening she felt her skin jump with shivers, she gripped the edge of the table and he had barely touched her yet. He licked the spot at the top of her thigh he’d stroked so softly the night before, and she felt a warm gush of wetness.

“That for me?” He whispered, as he dove his tongue into her, lapping at her softly, then driving his tongue in deep, swirling it inside her until she thought she was going to crack the edge of the table with her grip.

“Like that baby?”

“Yes…god Grant, you are driving me insane.”

“I haven’t even started yet. Better hang on.” His tongue shot straight from the very top, to the very bottom of her entire wet pink slit. Her ass was barely connected with the table anymore, it was all she could do not to strain hard into his soft lips, wanting to sit back and enjoy the pleasure, but her body was doing a 180 and wanting to grind hard into his mouth. Now.

This, was what she understood about her and Grant. This raw impulse, the deep sexual connection they effortlessly shared. The sweetness of the night before had been deep, if not deeper than this sheer powerful lust, and much, much more terrifying. Tonight, she was back in territory she could maneuver. That had been his plan all along, calm her nerves with what he knew neither of them shied away from, and she’d been led here by the master. She didn’t care, she needed to feel more of that tongue.

Not that Grant wasn’t intent on giving her a lot more of it. He moved slowly back up, licking and sucking her pink flesh into his mouth the entire way. Knowing he would reach her clit before long her whole body tensed, ready for the shock and when it came, it sent her rocketing off the table almost completely into his mouth.

As always, he had anticipated her reaction and his big hands caught her easily, squeezing her ass hard, holding her back down and continuing his offensive. He pulled his tongue back and sucked gently on her, pulling her between his lips, then flicking the tip of his tongue over that throbbing knot.

“I can’t take it, Grant!”

“Yes you can baby.” He murmured into her pussy, but he let up on the tongue thrashing he’d been giving her clit and moved lower, sucking and lapping at the now constant flow of cream flooding from her. “You taste so damn good. I’m so fucking hard just from licking you.”

The image of his thick cock pushing those jeans to the extreme fatigue test sent a fresh set of chills through her. “I want you in me…”

“Uh uh… not yet.” She felt a thick finger slide inside of her and she fell back into the haze. He pulled it back, sliding her own wetness down further over her putting his tongue back to work. Softer this time, light circles moving slowly around the outer edges of her clit, enough to make her moan and bite her lip, not enough to let her slide over the edge and come into his waiting mouth.

Then she felt the pressure of his fingers again, sliding deep into her. The next sensation sent her straight up and off the table once again, the utter corrupt bliss of his wet finger sliding easily into her tight ass.

No word to even match the sensation of both of his fingers working her in tandem with his tongue licking those light circles on her clit, all she could do is moan, rock her hips into his face, and nearly black out with the force of the blinding orgasm that he brought down on her.

Still swirling in darkness, wondering if she’d screamed his name in her head or in his ears, she tasted the tangy wetness of his lips…of her, on her mouth. His breathing was heavy and labored. Through the fog of her receding orgasm she started working on the buttons of his Levi’s. Nothing but hearing him groan out his need into her, that thick velvet cock in her hand and his pleasure, was in her head.

“What do you want Grant, tell me.”

“Just you Teryn. Always you.”

His jeans fell to his ankles and she slid her hand down over him, heard the satisfying catch in his breath as he lurched slightly backwards with her touch.

“Yes baby yes, touch me. Fucking stroke me.”

Teryn did exactly what he wanted, exactly what he asked, like she always did, always would and wanted nothing more. His ragged desire filled her as much as anything could, pulsed through her like the red hot blood pulsing through the vein of his throbbing cock, the one that was near to exploding, for her. All for her.

His voice erupted in her ear like a small roar and she felt herself lifted off the table, moving backwards so quickly she thought they were falling until the wall connected hard with her back. The force of it slamming hard into her and his body crushing her from the other side sent her breath from her lungs. It was nowhere near enough to slow the need to feel him.

Bringing her legs up high over his hips she spread herself open to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, lacing her fingers and locking them together. She felt his knees bend, and as he dipped down a little she braced for the coming feel of his cock slamming into her. When it did, the force of him filling her pushed her up off of his hips, countered by his strong arms forcing her right back down, digging deep.

He mounted her hard, fast and in a primal frenzy, she felt herself moving towards another peak, and when it came this one was long, deep, and didn’t let go of her. More of those indulgent little screams rolling from her lips, she felt the walls of her pussy tremor with the intensity of it, felt it pull against his thick flesh as he continued to drive into her, heard his gasping moans as her body clutched at him and didn’t stop.

Just as the waves of her own climax stopped flooding through her, she felt his explode, literally, the force of the shot of him coming into her felt so hot, so deep she swore she could taste him.

The not so perfect Alpha Male

If women didn't love the Alpha male, I wouldn't have a job to aspire to. Namely writing all about them. I think what's 'it' in the land of male-dom changes just like it does for women; but let's ignore the fleeting moments of who is on the hot list.

The Alpha male...strong, sometimes silent sometimes not. Dominant. Knows his mind, knows what he is and doesn't have to talk about it. We write them as leather wearing bad boys, sometimes more of a suit and tie type but still just as intense. Flawed, sure, but strong enough to overcome any flaw and when it comes down to it he can be soft with the woman he loves.

So who is your ultimate Alpha male? The Brad Pitt type? Smooth, mischievous grin and perfect face? Matthew McCaunaughey, bad boy through and through but he could still talk your panties off? George Clooney? Keanu Reeves (a personal fave..thank you) or the late great Patrick Swayze?

Here's a couple of my personal faves; rough, tough, and if he lifts that eyebrow and gives that look I'd be handing over my 'free pass' in a New York minute. (Ladies...you KNOW what the free pass is...) Maybe not your typical choices, but for me, it's more in the intensity, the power within, the brain that never stops moving encased in all that really nicely formed muscle as window dressing. Ok..so even with Fangs (or maybe more so...) this guy totally embodies my ultimate Alpha Male:

Liev Schrieber.



This guy just has to look and you can see he's sizing it up, got it totally going on. That smart ass grin telling you he's got you down and he'll be using every thing he's figured out about you in the last thirty seconds to get you to do whatever the hell he wants.



Cleans up pretty good too.




Perfect? No. Probably not a typical choice either but I'd take him hands down over almost any of the model types. Smart, tough, tall (six foot three thank you very much) solid enough to take whatever. I can picture this guy as the ultimate Alpha hero and he in fact inspired one of my tougher heros (the one who scared my crit partner she thought he was so bad ass at first!).

I have to give props to the man Gerard Butler too. God love the accent. Humor, always a button pusher and every time I see a picture of him I know he's the type of guy I would want to get close enough to just to see how he smells because you just know it would be good.


I guess it's clear at this point I like 'em a little scruffy, tough, a smart ass sense of humor and bad boy enough to take my intimidating attitude.

So comment on your favorite alpha male. The not so perfect? Perfect? What does it for you? The smile, cocky grin, humor, or just the all around tough guy vibe?

Either way...we love em, we write em..thank the universe for the Alpha male in all their variety and glory!