Weekend Writing Warrior – 8/23/15

Here’s another excerpt from FLIP THIS LOVE – coming April 2016 from Kensington/Lyrical Press!

Planting a knee on the edge of the bed, he took her hand and drew it to his mouth. First, he kissed the back of it. Soft and polite, like the most courtly of gentlemen. Then, he lifted his gaze to meet hers and turned her hand over. There was nothing genteel or gentlemanly about the hot, open-mouth kiss he placed in her palm. The tip of his tongue traced her lifeline. She shivered when he scraped the base of her thumb with his teeth.

“I like surprising you,” he said, his voice gravelly as a back country road.

Her own came as breathy as a B-movie starlet’s, “I know you do.”

“I plan to keep doing it.”

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Spring Chickens – You don’t have to be a spring chicken to fall in love.

Bram Hatchett thought he buried his heart with his wife, but when a big city beauty blows into town to dispose of the family farm, she captures everyone’s attention. Particularly his.

Lynne Prescott’s former marriage was marked by her husband’s infidelities and doomed by the secrets and lies he left in his wake. Disillusioned and adrift, she seeks refuge in the simplicity of small-town life.

There are few secrets in Heartsfield, Arkansas, but when a few loose boards on a rickety old porch bring them together, not even the combined forces of nosy neighbors, disapproving children and a disturbing decrease in the poultry population can stymie the attraction between the handsome widower and the intriguing divorcee.

But Lynne and Bram are both old enough to know there are no guarantees in life.

Can they set the fears of their pasts aside and learn to trust their hearts just one more time?

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 8/16/15

Not much new to share this week, so here’s a little more from FLIP THIS LOVE – coming April 2016 from Kensington/Lyrical Press!

Leaning down, he brushed a kiss over her lips. She arched when he pulled away, silently asking for more. Harley wondered if she even knew she was shoving him away with one hand, but all the while begging for more. It was one of the things that kept him coming back to this maddening but irresistible woman. Rolling half on top of her, he pinned her to the mattress so she couldn’t wriggle away.

“Do you believe me now?”

“That I ruined you for other women?”

Harley was gratified to note the tremor in her voice. He liked her best when she was just slightly off balance. He figured he was less likely to get steamrollered if she couldn’t get her feet planted firmly on the ground

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 8/9/15

I’ve been writer-lazy this week, and I freely admit it. After the marathon of writing FLIP THIS LOVE, RWA 2015, and a killer week at the day job, I just didn’t have the mojo. But I’ll be back to it this week – starting LOVE & ROCKETS (Coastal Heat #3)! In the meantime, here’s a nice moment from FLIP THIS LOVE:

She paused to take a breath. Swallowing a lifetime full of pride wasn’t exactly easy to do. “I tend to…lash out.”

The gentle hand caressing her cheek helped keep all those embarrassing emotions she had swirling inside her in check. Seconds passed and he didn’t say a word, though she was sure he had some choice ones he could dole out. She was forgiven. It was evident in his tender caress. And when he did speak, the husky timbre of his voice cut straight through to her heart like a buzz saw.

“Who in the world could I want after you, Delaney? Tell me, who?”

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 8/2/15

Hello, Warriors! The last month has been a whirlwind. Not only did I just spend five fabulous days at the Romance Writers of America national conference, but I wrote a book in 31 days before I left. Yep. That’s what a surprise deadline will do for you. I know I shared a little tidbit from Flip This Love (book #2 Coastal Heat series) before, but here’s another taste. Hope you enjoy it!

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“Delaney—”

“I said no.” She kept her voice pitched low but coated in the sticky-sweet honey she was taught would soften even the harshest of blows. “Stay away from me, Harley Cade. You had your chance to make something happen and you blew it.”

Once again, he covered her hand with his. She tried to pull it away, but those thick, strong fingers wrapped her up tight. “Sweetheart, you weren’t ready for the chances I wanted to take.”

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 7/26/15

More from my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts! Post-mortem: Part II

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“So you just left?” Mike stared at him, a mixture of awe and incredulity written all over his face.

Colm smothered a bark of laughter. His best friend would never win any poker tournaments. Hell, the guy only won a single pot when he held cards so good he couldn’t suppress his glee. In those rare instances, it was easier for him or James to nudge the ante just enough to make the guy feel good, then bow out gracefully. If Mike ever figured out that he truly sucked at poker, they’d risk losing the only Friday night entertainment they’d seen in months.

James selected the two cards he didn’t want in his hand and plunked them down on the table. “You’re missing the point, Mikey boy, he had every man’s dream date–dinner, sex, and a clean getaway.”

All action stilled when a muffled squawk came through the walkie-talkie shaped monitor. The three men stared at it, each sending up silent pleas to God and Benny Binion that this was simply a minor disturbance in the force.

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 7/19/15

More from my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts! Post-mortem: Part I

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Melody blinked up at her, the to-go cup of coffee poised millimeters from her lips. “And that is was it? He just left?”

Monica peered into the depths of the cardboard box in the center of the island and shrugged as she extracted a doughnut. “Well, yeah, what was he supposed to do?”

Emma zipped through the kitchen, high on hot chocolate and fried dough, singing a song about a sparkly castle on glittery hill. She ran smack into Monica’s leg mid-twirl, grinned up at her, completely oblivious to bits of flyaway brown hair adhered to her sticky cheeks, and held up one sugar-glazed hand in silent supplication. Monica obligingly dropped a doughnut hole into her waiting palm.

The little girl twirled away and Monica turned back to her sister. “What would you have done?”

Melody took the delayed sip of her coffee, then heaved a dramatic sigh. “I suppose I would have gone.”

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 7/12/15

More from my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts! This week: the best *ahem* laid plans….

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“Daddy?”

His heart sank and he dropped onto the bed, sending Monica an apologetic glance before angling his body away from her. “Hey, buddy, what’s up?”

“Can you come get me?”

Closing his eyes, Colm inhaled deeply through his nose. He hadn’t had a call like this in weeks. Of course, Aiden had to pick tonight, of all nights to relapse. Disgusted by the flash of resentment he felt toward his own kid, he balled up his impatience and selfishness and swallowed them whole. Then he yanked his boxer briefs from the legs of his jeans and shook them out. It was one thing to try to talk to your five year old when naked, another to do it with an audience in attendance.

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 7/5/15

More from my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts! Colm’s a little introspective after the fact.

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From the moment he first saw her at the playground, he’d been drawn to her. Throughout dinner, he’d tried to convince himself that it was physical attraction and nothing more. But even that was bad enough. He didn’t want a one-time encounter with a complicated woman to be the yardstick he used to measure any future relationship he might have.

His attraction to Monica was more than physical, and that wasn’t good. He liked her laugh. Loved her quick wit and curious nature. Wanted to know more about her. Why did she pile ten thousand pillows on her bed? Did it bother her that he let his son play with dolls? Would he like her any less if it did?

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 6/28/15

More from my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts! How about a little kissy action this week?

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He dipped his head and captured her mouth. The kiss started slow and sweet, but ended so mind-bendingly hot she wondered how she’d ever though the word ‘sweet’ could apply. He gave her a half second to catch her breath, then kissed her again. This time, his tongue swept into her mouth. Demanding its due. Reclaiming every bit she might have inadvertently washed away. When he relinquished her at least, her breath came in short, soft puffs that bounced off him and washed back over her.

He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat. When he reached the base, he nuzzled the little notch between her clavicles then dipped his tongue into the hollow. Her breath caught and held when he lifted his head to look her straight in the eye.

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Weekend Writing Warrior – 6/21/15

More from my current WIP, Play Dates, the first book in what I hope will be a series featuring some hot single dads and the women who capture their hearts!

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“I can stay for a while tonight, but I’ll have to leave. I always pick Aiden up early.”

Okay, he was laying ground rules. Ground rules were good. She played it cool as her bra straps started a slow slide over her shoulders and down her arms. “That’s fine.”

There, that should do it. We can go for the wham-bam and call it a night, or we can go at it a little more. No pressure, no expectation. Well, almost no expectations.

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