#WIPitUp - A Naughty Command

#WIPitup Wednesday is here again!! I have another excerpt from my new book Taming Kat, due out January 16th! Caleb and Kat are driving when a naughty command is issued.

"I've met your sister, she seems nice. I certainly like the way you bristle when she calls you Katherine Rose.”

She gave an involuntary shiver, bristling just hearing him say it. “Ugh, I can't hear that without hearing my sister and mother's voices in my head.” 

“I'll make a note of that. Wouldn't want to accidentally call out Katherine Rose while in the moment.”

Her eyebrows went up. “And who says there are going to be more of those kind of 'moments' between you and I?” Arrogant man.

He gave her a look that caused a slow melt inside her and chuckled. His laugh was deep, and when at her expense, often promised wicked things to come. “They'll be more moments, kitten. Besides you have my lucky little leprechaun.” He wiggled his eye brows comically.

She laughed despite herself. “You can not have a pet name for my hooha. That is wrong on so many levels. You especially can't call it your leprechaun. I'm not even Irish! I'm Scottish, French, and English!”

“My pussy. I can name it what I want.”

“It's not your anything.”

“I beg to differ. And if we had time to stop I'd prove it.”

Kat rolled her eyes, “Pa-lease.”

He cut his eyes to her, and she felt the change in him. The air shifted from carefree Caleb to demanding intense Caleb. “Undo your pants and pull them down.”

“What?” They were on a country road, but she couldn't just pull her pants down in the truck.

His voice went deep and stern when he said, “Kitten, you better unzip those pants and have them down by your ankles or I'll pull this truck over. And kitten, if I pull this truck over and have to take those pants off you, I'll whip your bare ass with my belt. I'll do it out in one of those fields, for God and anyone driving by on this county road to see.”


TAMING KAT 

 

Moving halfway across the country to work part-time at a ranch had been a rash decision on Yankee city girl, Kat Martin's part. She understood that. She had just needed to get away from her pesky mom and older sister telling her what she should be doing with her life. She had no idea her bold move was going to put her in close proximity to her one and only one-night-stand, Caleb McCrae.

Kat may not know what she wants to do with her life but she does know she needs to stay well away from sexy neanderthal Caleb, who had strutted into her life and ripped her pants off.

Caleb is officially done with military life and is ready to settle down. He's bought a stake in the ranch he grew up working at and is building a beautiful house. Now all he has to do is wrangle the one that got away. Kat Martin has been haunting his thoughts and steaming up his dreams ever since she skipped out on him after one of the hottest nights of his life. She may be giving him the cold shoulder now, but he knows just how to heat her up.

Warning: Contains one crystal ball reading mama, one gal with commitment issues and a sassy mouth, and one cowboy that believes his belt was meant for more than holding up his pants. 

AVAILABLE JANUARY 16TH, 2015!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

#WIPitUp When You Tell A Man "It was nice"

#WIPitup Wednesday  is here again! I'm sharing a hot little snippet from my upcoming book Taming Kat, out this January 16th. Caleb just walked into the bathroom to find a naked Kat. Let's see what happens.


“Caleb, I'm glad you're here,” she said, making him quirk a brow. “I don't think we should do this.” She waved a hand indicating the two of them. “Last night was nice—”

Nice? That made him lose some of his humor. “It had been better than nice from my end,” he said casually.

He sized up his prey from the tips of her little pink toes, to the top of her pretty head, and every glorious inch in between. “There is just something about you, kitten. Watching you flush all over.” She flushed a little just from him saying it. “The feel and sight of you coming.” He palmed his growing erection as he stalked towards her.

Her eyes rounded as she took in his cockstand, unconsciously licking her lips. Her adorable reaction only made him harder. He had to smile when she backed up only to find she was already pressed against the counter.

“You know what I'm thinking about right now?” he asked. She shook her head, her eyes again taking in his impressive erection before going back to his face. “I'm thinking about that little pink plug nestled between your cheeks last night, right where I wanted to bury myself while I spanked your ass.”

She audibly swallowed as he caged her in. Making sure she felt every inch of him.

“Caleb, like I was saying,” she started breathlessly choked out. “About last night, it was—”

“Nice. I heard you.” He fisted a hand in her silky auburn hair, tilting her head back so she looked him right in the eyes. “I just figured if you could call it nice, I did it wrong.”

He heard her say “fuck” before his mouth covered hers with the desire of nearly seven months of stored up fantasies. Each and every one starring her. Her lips were soft, mouth was hot and wet. He imagined his cock there where his tongue played. He imagined how his thick organ would fill her mouth and she'd suck him down and swallow everything he gave her. She moaned low in her throat as if she could hear his thoughts, and that was it.

TAMING KAT

Moving halfway across the country to work part-time at a ranch had been a rash decision on Yankee city girl, Kat Martin's part. She understood that. She had just needed to get away from her pesky mom and older sister telling her what she should be doing with her life. She had no idea her bold move was going to put her in close proximity to her one and only one-night-stand, Caleb McCrae.

Kat may not know what she wants to do with her life but she does know she needs to stay well away from sexy neanderthal Caleb, who had strutted into her life and ripped her pants off.

Caleb is officially done with military life and is ready to settle down. He's bought a stake in the ranch he grew up working at and is building a beautiful house. Now all he has to do is wrangle the one that got away. Kat Martin has been haunting his thoughts and steaming up his dreams ever since she skipped out on him after one of the hottest nights of his life. She may be giving him the cold shoulder now, but he knows just how to heat her up.

Warning: Contains one crystal ball reading mama, one gal with commitment issues and a sassy mouth, and one cowboy that believes his belt was meant for more than holding up his pants. 

AVAILABLE  JANUARY  16th!! 2015

Why Starve For Your Art- I'm Eating For Mine

If you've been keeping up with my Facebook status you know I've begun Operation Fit-Back-Into-Pants. This is because I've been eating for my art. A lot.

No one tells you the dangers of snacking while writing. I'm going to tell you now. Sometimes your brain is so immersed in the story you have no idea you ate all the food in your house.

 

Yeah, Barbie blackout binges too.

It all began during the editing process of Chasing Delia I may have done some stress eating.

 

And it's not like those 

bourbon pecan bars are going to eat themselves

The eat-a-thon carried over into the writing of Taming Kat. I've never eaten more than when I was writing the first draft of Taming Kat. Oh, wait. No. I ate even more the first half of the first draft of my current WIP.

 

Mmm, I love these characters. And cake. I should eat cake.

And when you're sitting in yoga pants typing away at the keyboard you don't notice things like gaining copious amounts of weight. Then boom. You're going out and need to put on real pants and all of the sudden it's the battle of the bulge. Also known as,

My pants were rejecting the amount of body being stuffed into them. I feared the button would become a projectile that could blind an innocent bystander in it's efforts to hold strong.

For real

I was out of control and greatly exceeding the proportions of my pants. Quite honestly they were being stretched in ways no decent pair of pants should be stretched. I knew what I had to do.

 

Easier said than done. 

I changed out the Cheetos, (ate them *ehem) chips, and biscuits for raw veggies, fruit, and hummus. I mean, I'd been an eat clean girl for years. How had all the junk food made it's way into my house? I wasn't only blackout eating, I was blackout shopping! The madness had to stop. For the sake of my pants.

It wasn't a day in before the hanger pains began.

I was getting adequate caloric intake, but my stomach was shrinking down from buffalo gut to that of a 5'4'' medium framed woman. I'd been eating like a 6'5'' trucker for months. My stomach didn't want to hear my excuses about wanting my waist line back.

I had to remind myself twenty times a day I wasn't going to eat for my own amusement.

 

Meal time was a sad affair 

I'm now into week two of making good choices--food choices. The hanger is gone. I've come to a place of peace and understanding. Or at least I'm no longer licking the walls and wanting to punch people. I'm fitting into my pants a little easier each day and have gone from muffin-top to small homemade cupcake without the frosting. 

 

That's adorably inspirational. 

I almost don't want to set it on fire just to watch it burn.

Okay... maybe I'm still a little hangry. 

So, I'm getting back into shape. Or at least a shape that fits comfortably into my pants. Same thing, right?

Do you binge eat while writing or is it just me?

 

WIP I'll Fit

 We continue our scene from two weeks ago read here with Caleb and Kat...things are about to get naughty.

       Leaning over the side of the bed, he grabbed something and pulled up onto the bed. She felt her 
 cheeks heat.“Is that my box?!” 

       He just chuckled in answer. The sneaky bastard, she didn't even want to know what else he had found snooping around her room. Suddenly his hand was between her legs pulling the moisture back to her bottom hole before she had the chance to enjoy the feel of his fingers on her slit. She heard the top pop on her bottle of lube and almost looked back. She felt something at her rosette before it pushed in. It was her little pink plug she had used many times before on herself, but she still whimpered as he pushed it in.

       “This is a wimpy plug, kitten. We're going to have to get you something bigger than that to get you ready for me.” 
       Kat eye's went wide at his words. She remembered his size. There was no way he'd fit. 
       Caleb gave her a sly grin in the mirror before saying, “I'll fit,” as if he read her thoughts. She involuntarily shivered imagining being taken there by this overwhelming man. 

 

Taming Kat

Moving halfway across the country to work part-time at a ranch had been a rash decision on Yankee city girl, Kat Martin's part. She understood that. She had just needed to get away from her pesky mom and older sister telling her what she should be doing with her life. She had no idea her bold move was going to put her in close proximity to her one and only one-night-stand, Caleb McCrae.

Kat may not know what she wants to do with her life but she does know she needs to stay well away from sexy neanderthal Caleb, who had strutted into her life and ripped her pants off.

Caleb is officially done with military life and is ready to settle down. He's bought a stake in the ranch he grew up working at and is building a beautiful house. Now all he has to do is wrangle the one that got away. Kat Martin has been haunting his thoughts and steaming up his dreams ever since she skipped out on him after one of the hottest nights of his life. She may be giving him the cold shoulder now, but he knows just how to heat her up.

Warning: Contains one crystal ball reading mama, one gal with commitment issues and a sassy mouth, and one cowboy that believes his belt was meant for more than holding up his pants. 

Coming January 2015

Show YOU Some Love

If you grew up before 1990, or just have throw-back parents, you may have heard all the warnings and scare tactics about masturbating.

Society made it into something unacceptable, and something you only do if you have no other options.

And here she always assumed masturbation was created purely for pathetic losers.

-Jessie from Best Friends Share Everything 

Jessie is a twenty something vanilla girl that discovers the wonders of masturbation, m/f/m threesomes, anal sex, and her boyfriends bisexuality all in a six chapter short story by Miranda Stowe. It's a cute story. I liked it okay. But that's besides the point. What really surprised me is the   maybe   accurate representation of the non-masturbating female.

I recently saw a chart. Females are not big masturbators  which I find kind of sad. I'm not sure how anyone can make it to their twenties without exploring self gratification. Yet I know it happens all the time.

I don't even remember when I started masturbating. As far as I know I came out of the womb masturbating. (sorry for the visual) We females, as a whole, need to start masturbating more. For me masturbating can have nothing to do with sex, or being horny.

Sometimes it's just about a little stress relief.

It's a scientific fact that a little orgasm can go a long way to helping relief stress, hypertension, and help you get a good nights sleep.

Anyways, who are these women that don't masturbate? I'm going to assume they aren't erotica readers. Although, I have a friend that hates romance and erotica, but she's a diligent night cap masturbator. There are all kinds of masturbatory moments; the morning pick-me-up, the shower quicky, the hot bath unwind, the make-a-night-of-it, and the night cap.

There's many more, but those are just the most common.

Sometimes you just need to rub one out. And sometimes you need to spend the day with a vibrator and dildo, then take it hard later on. Those are "it takes a village" type days. I guess my point is, if you don't use it, you lose it.

Don't lose it. Rub one out.

I'm sorry I missed this in May!!

There are more health benefits than not. All the benefits you get from sex, you can get from masturbating.

Did you get all that? 

Seriously, why aren't we all masturbating right now?

Don't be shy. Take charge of your orgasms. It's nice to have sex. It's awesome to have sex, but life happens. If you're worried your significant other will be offended, just tell him that sometimes you got to rub one out. And yes that goes two ways. 

Okay, quite honestly this may be new territory for some couples. I'm very open, and casual about these things, therefore my husband is too. 

And, if he's around I give him the option of joining in. I've actually said, "Hey, I can't fall asleep. I'm going to rub one out to see if that helps." And from a dead sleep he mumbled, "Cool, can I watch?"

That of course turned into more. But that's just the beauty of masturbation; it really does improve intimacy. And according to health experts males and females are supposed to be having five good orgasms a week. Five. Unless you and your significant other have pretty clear schedules, and no kids, your going to have to take your health into your own hands. 

Personally I've always enjoyed DIY projects. So, while you're at the office,

Happy Masturbating Everyone!

Do you get in five a week, or does that seem impossible? Or have you gotten in five today?! Please feel free to share. We're not shy around here. ;)

The Perfect Hero

Writing heroes and heroines with mass appeal is tough. The heroine needs to be vulnerable yet strong. Capable of taking care of herself, yet yearning for that special someone to lean on.

And heroes...

We women set the bar high. We're hard on our men. I know I'm hard on mine. We have standards and a vision of a man and what we want from him physically as well as emotionally.

These expectations change with our moods.

From our book boyfriends we want mature heroes with an ingrained sixth sense when it comes to people and sex. They set an example of how sex with a new partner should be. They push boundaries while building trust, always offering reassurance but not too much.

No one wants a wussy namsy-pamsy hero, and I want my heroine to be reassured not smothered. We the readers need at least a little sense of being helpless.

Writing an alpha male that takes complete control but extols virtues, a persona with mass appeal, and isn't in any way an asshole is tough. Nearly impossible. Finding the right mix is a talent that should be commended.

I'm not sure if I've mastered that talent. I've found the heroes I write are perfectly imperfect. They screw up. They admittedly don't know it all, but always come around in the end. 

This a clip of Brian Scott McFadden, summing up women's logic perfectly.

Well, is that too much to ask?

The Secretary--Why Wasn't This A Book?

I have a confession. And no, this isn't one of my TMI posts. It has nothing to do with my vagina or anus. I still have both, and they're doing well. No, I'm confessing that I had not seen The Secretary with James Spader and Maggie Gyllenhaal in all it's entirety, until quite recently.

 

 <gasp, shock, outrage>

 I know, I can't believe it either. It's iconic.

I remember my besty calling me right after the movie was released on dvd, ten or so years ago. She gave me the "Oh my God, you have to see this movie" speech. My interest was ho-hum at the time. I was busy planning my wedding and beating my head up against a wall. (just a little something about me; I hate weddings, even my own)

One thing led to another and I forgot all about this film. Sure, people referenced this movie plenty of times over the years--it just never clicked that I wanted to watch it. Fast forward to about a month ago. I was sucked into one of those YouTube binges.

You know the ones. You click on a clip on someone's FB wall and one hour later your still on YouTube.

I instantly went to Amazon and bought Secretary on blue-ray for $5. A week later I had that baby in my hands. Only problem was I had already started writing a book with a boss and an employee.  

I'm one of those weird people that cannot read or watch anything that may correlate with a story I'm writing. My current WIP has a heroine who works for her hero in an office setting. I had to get past all the office sex scenes before I could watch the movie.

I  made popcorn and made my hubs watch it with me.

I totally get why it's a classic. I wished this movie had more depth and couldn't help but feel like it would have been even more spectacular in book form. Yeah, that's taking "the book is better than the movie" to jedi levels.

I felt the book--not even written yet--would be better than the movie.

And because it's everyone's favorite scene...

So, anyone else ever watch a movie they thought would have been even better as a book?