Tuesday, November 12, 2013

The Romance Reviews Year End Splash Party

 Welcome to the TRR YES Party! I hope you are enjoying yourself and winning lots of prizes. Please enjoy a little bite of my novels and as always, Happy Reading!

NIGHTWALKER: A LEAH WOLFE SINS NOVEL – www.LSBooks.com Read a free sample at www.RhondaLPrint.com

 

Blurb:

Leah Wolfe has retired from serious police work in favor of seeking a normal life. Her unique, yet not fully discovered supernatural abilities allow her to speak to the souls of the dead, providing vital information in the search for their killers. Her abilities have also cost her almost everyone she has ever loved including her mother, who abandoned her to fend for herself on the streets, and, most recently, her ex-fiancé Joaquín Wildhorse, Chief Detective of the Native American Reservation Police Department. But when Joaquín’s new lover is found brutally murdered on the reservation, he turns to Leah for help. The hunt for a vicious killer leads Leah to sexy Ian Nightwalker and Leah is unable to walk away from the case that may cost her her most guarded possession of all. Her heart.

 

Excerpt:

Ian took my hand and led me to a glass-enclosed atrium. Stars glittered above me through the glass ceiling and the desert outside was backdropped by the mountain range. A jetted spa that trickled a waterfall into a large swimming pool illuminated the room. Palm trees surrounded the edge of the spa providing privacy. Wow.

“It’s like an oasis in the desert.” I spoke softly so as not to disturb the natural peace in the room. Like talking in a library.

Ian walked over to a large stone bench and sat down. He pulled his shirt over his head revealing his pale skin and muscles hidden beneath. I silently gasped and felt a wave of desire heat my body. Each muscle flexed and tensed as he moved to kick off his boots then pulled his socks over his feet. As he bent and exposed his back I couldn’t help but admire the breadth of his broad shoulders, my eyes following his spine down to his narrowing back and waist. His wavy black hair fell over his face and I was left with a view of his neck. I had the sudden urge to run my tongue along his exposed neckline to his kissable mouth. I wanted to run my hands over the strong shoulders and let them slowly caress a path down his chest and along the expanse of his stomach tracing the trail of soft, dark hair that led from his naval and disappeared under the denim of his jeans. I wanted to feel his hands fist in my hair as I explored his body.

I shook myself out of the thought.

My face blazed red as I saw Ian’s eyes bored into mine, the look of passion on his face that a man gets when knows your interested in more than just conversation.

 

 

THE ORDER OF CHAOS: A LEAH WOLFE SINS NOVEL – www.LSBooks.com Read a free sample at www.RhondaLPrint.com

 

Blurb:

All Leah Wolfe wants to do is master her ability to speak with the souls of the dead, protect her beloved town, and forget about the two men who betrayed her. But with the leader of the vampire council on his way to town and the threat of Chaos hanging over the heads of everyone she loves, getting what she wants may not be as easy as she thought.

 

Excerpt:

 

He turned me around and melted me with a look that skimmed me from the top of my head to the toes of the stiletto heels that I still wore. I started to kick the shoes off but he stopped me. “Leave those on.” His voice grew deeper, sultry.

I did a little spin that would make any runway model proud. He grabbed me and tossed me onto the bed while we laughed. “Yes, definitely keep the shoes on.”

“You owe me.” I reminded him.

He stripped off my jeans and flipped me onto my stomach. He began caressing my neck, my shoulders, then further south; alternating between gentle sweeps of his hands and a firmer kneading motion that sprang Goosebumps from my body. I felt the bra strap come undone before his hands slid to the flimsy piece of elastic of my panties. His fingers trailed them down my legs until he removed them completely. Then those magic fingers began caressing their way up my legs, teasing the tender skin on the back of my knees and inner thighs. I heard the Velcro of my holster tear away and felt the weight of my pistol lift off my waist. “Nightstand.” He murmured knowing that I felt more secure if I knew where my weapons were. Then his mouth blazed molten lava on my thighs and I forgot all about weapons.

 

 

JUSTIFIED: A LEAH WOLFE SINS NOVEL – www.LSBooks.com Read a free sample at www.RhondaLPrint.com

 

Blurb: Things go very wrong, very fast when a federal agent is caught between her vampire lover, the leader of the pack, and a murderer intent on killing those she loves. Is stepping outside the law to stop a killer justified, or will it end her career in SINS?

 

Excerpt:

 

“Mind if we join you?” The taller one asked. “I’m Zach and this is my brother Conner.”

After a round of nice-to-meet-you’s and a fresh order of drinks, the small talk began. Conner sat next to Tala and Zach dragged his chair closer to me. It wasn’t long into the conversation before I started to realize that neither one of these guys was intelligent enough to lure a puppy out of a cage, let alone a woman out of a bar. Tala looked up and gave me a “how the hell do we get rid of them” look just before I felt Zach’s hand start to slither up my leg, perilously close to my gun. I jumped from my seat, a little too quickly, and stifled it with a fake giggle. God I really sucked at the bar scene.

“Um, Tala. I need to go to the little girls’ room.” Did I just say “little girls’ room”? Somebody, shoot me now.

“Great idea. I’ll go with you.” She started to stand when Conner put a hand on her shoulder and dragged her back down.

“I think we're getting ditched, Zach. How about you?”

Zach put his hand on my hip and squeezed, hard enough to bruise.

I grabbed his hand just below the fingers and pushed back with my thumbs until he let me go. “I’m not really in the mood to play grab-ass,”

“Oww.” He complained. “Calm down bitch.”

I bent Zach’s wrist back far enough to be painful and just this side of breaking it.

Conner kept a grip on Tala’s upper arm.

“Let go of her or watch me break your brother’s wrist.” I warned.

He released Tala. She stood and scrambled to my side.

“Now I’m going to let go and both of you are going to calmly leave this bar and go home.” I looked at each of them. “Not to another bar, home. Is that understood?”

“Yeah yeah, whatever. Just let go of my hand you freaky bitch.” Zach really needed to learn a little respect.

“Conner?” I asked, pushing Zach’s arm back just a little more.

“Fuck! Tell her okay Conner, she’s breaking my fucking arm!”

“Fine.” Conner said as he stood.

I let go of Zach and he straightened up and pulled his shirt down.

“Bitches!” I heard him growl as him and his brother walked toward the exit.

 

PHOENIX: A LEAH WOLFE SINS NOVEL – May 6, 2013 www.LSBooks.com

 

Blurb: Leah Wolfe of the Supernatural Investigations of Non-human Species—SINS for short—is learning to control her necromancer skills while balancing her life as a federal agent and fiancée to the Marquis of the vampire world, Ian Nightwalker.

When her godson is kidnapped and the kidnapper offers to trade the boy for Leah, she doesn’t hesitate.

Leah finds herself in the lair of Phoenix, a former Marquis bent on avenging the death of his lover. He is also a scientist who is using DNA from various species with the hopes of creating an army of Supernaturals.

Leah must stop Phoenix, save those he has tampered with, and get back to Ian.

But first, she must save herself.

 

Excerpt:

 

Shifting, I trailed my mouth down his neck, teasing his chest and then sliding lower, where I confirmed that Ian was, indeed, naked, hard, and eager for me. Ian lowered his lips to mine and our tongues tangled together. Short, slow licks quickly smoldered into white-hot desire as we made love to each other’s bodies with our lips and tongues.

He pushed me away from him and I released him with a reluctant groan until he flipped me on my back and wrapped my legs around his shoulders. With his eyes fixed on mine, he slid his tongue out and gave me one long, torturing lick. I gasped, and he flashed me that crooked smile of his and did it again.

“I love to watch your eyes glaze over in ecstasy while I devour you, my love,” he crooned before tasting me once again.

I fisted my hands into the silky strands of his hair and lost all sense of sanity as he tormented my body with long, slow swirls of his skillful tongue. When I thought I could take no more, he slipped his tongue inside me and suckled on my center until I could only see white bursts of pleasure through my closed eyelids. My head thrashed from side to side. His pace relaxed and the slower he slid in and out of me, the more intense the pleasure became that shuddered through me until my body burst with rapture and insanity all at once. I screamed his name with my release, but Ian kept his mouth in place, drinking down my pleasure—as if it were the blood he existed upon.

 

 

GUARDIAN – www.LSBooks.com Read a free sample at www.RhondaLPrint.com

 

Blurb:

Two worlds are about to collide. Claire is going to learn about a past she never knew existed and Roman is about to come out of the shadows and face the woman he has secretly protected for years. With danger all around, will love be enough to save them?

 

Excerpt:

 

"I have been sure of many things in my life that were not real, Roman," she whispered. "I have watched you come into Bookworms for months and wondered what if would feel like to wrap myself around you." She traced a finger along his jaw. "I want to find out."

He covered her mouth with his. The kiss was all need and surrender.

Roman shifted and rolled so he hovered above her. She was more stunning than any of the angels he had met through the ages and she was about to become his.

Claire wrapped her hands around his head and pulled his mouth back to hers. His lips roamed over her cheek, her chin, feathering kisses down her neck, each kiss igniting a tiny spark between them. She arched into him for more and he felt her surrender.

He swirled his tongue over the nipple of her breast until she cried out. Roman gave her other breast equal attention before he moved lower, his tongue searing a trail of heat toward her navel.

Roman slid his hand between her thighs and his body throbbed when he found her wet and eager. He slipped one finger in her and watched with a delighted smile when his name escaped her lips on a sigh. He looked into her eyes, glazed over with ecstasy as he gently stroked her. He put his mouth back to her body and slid his tongue around her navel. He withdrew his hand and his body hardened even more when she gave a cry of protest.

He was hard to the point of pain yet he had to have a taste of her, a taste from the pearl that lay between her legs.

He let his mouth trail lower and feasted on her, his tongue dipping and stroking, swirling around the treasure that was now his.

 

Monday, August 5, 2013

Radio Debut


I had the opportunity to be on the Ed Money Live internet radio show with some very funny guys talking about real life. If you haven't heard them yet, you are missing out! On the show I talk about The Leah Wolfe SINS Novel Series and how I got started in writing. I hope you'll stop by and check out show # 219 or pick up the link at www.RhondaLPrint.com

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Summer Blog Hops - Win a Kindle Fire!

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ALL OF MY BOOKS ARE AVAILABLE AT WWW.LSBOOKS.COM  WWW.AMAZON.COM AND MANY OTHER RETAILERS. YOU CAN READ A FREE EXCERPT OF EACH BOOK AT WWW.LSBOOKS.COM

Welcome to the http://www.JustRomance.me and the Hot Summer Romance Giveaway Hop sponsored by the Insatiable Reads Book Tour. Okay, here's the rundown on prizes. I'll be giving away readers choice of my backlist in e-book format to one comment for each blog tour. Just remember to leave you email address, which book you would like and the blog tour you've found me on in the comment.
 
Midsummer's Night's Dream-Man with www.JustRomance.me will be giving away multiple prizes!
Hot Summer Romance with Insatiable Reads has two grand prizes. #1 is a Kindle Fire and #2 is a $50 Amazon.com gift certificate.
One last thing, please join me on The Ed Money Live radio show http://www.Edmoneylive.comduring the first week of August where I will be announcing another book give-a-way!
Now for the good stuff! Many women may fantasize about a dream man. Author's get to create him. Again and again! It's one of the perks. Hey, it's okay, everyone's entitled to the occasional day dream even if you're already with you real life dream man like me :)
In the case of NIGHTWALKER: A LEAH WOLFE SINS NOVEL, I created several dream men and each will have their own unique story as the series continues. Ian Nightwalker, Cougar, Falcon, Raven and Joaquin Wildhorse are all introduced in the first book NIGHTWALKER and I will expand on them each - the good, the bad and the very sexy - in THE ORDER OF CHAOS, JUSTIFIED, PHOENIX and the one I'm putting finishing touches on now, SHADOW WALKER. I hope you will enjoy reading about them as much as I enjoyed creating them.
If you're new to my books, I encourage to read NIGHTWALKER first but each was written so that you can enjoy them individually as well. Outside of the SINS series is GUARDIAN and the mysterious Roman Hunt.
I've included an excerpt from my latest release, PHOENIX and you can read an excerpt from each book for free by clicking on the cover. Happy Reading! PHOENIX: A LEAH WOLFE SINS NOVEL - Chapter 1
 
Ground fog covered all but the tips of the headstones marking graves that dated back to the early nineteen hundreds. Angels Cross was one of the oldest and most prestigious cemeteries in the state. Governors, actors, almost anyone on the proverbial who’s who list were, most likely laid to rest in this hallowed ground. That offered me no comfort as I stepped through the mist and made my way to Tabitha Walden’s grave. Her grandfather, Arthur Walden, was a prominent businessman, and a strong supporter of the Supernatural Investigations of Non-Human Species, SINS for short the branch of law enforcement that employed me as a federal agent. Had Walden’s influence, and more importantly, his money, bought my services for the evening? I’d like to say no. I’d really, really like to say no. But that would make me naive and, while I was many things, gullible definitely was not one of them. “Federal Agent Leah Wolfe.” Arthur Walden’s deep voice cut through the dark just before his rotund figure appeared through the mist surrounding him. His expression was somber as he extended his hand to me in greeting. “That’s what they tell me.” I shook his hand and flashed a look at Sam standing beside him. “Mr. Anderson here tells me you’re the best at what you do.” Walden’s gaze slid to Sam then back to me. “Well, he should know,” I replied drily. Sam cleared his throat, warning me to behave. “Leah is the only Necromancer in existence that we know of.” Sam Anderson was the director of SINS. He was my boss as well as my friend. He also knew I wasn’t thrilled about using my necromancy. Having the ability to speak to the souls of the dead was one thing; being able to raise them from their graves and reanimate them was downright creepy. Yet that was the gift I had, even if I was just learning how to use it. “You are aware that my abilities are inconsistent.” I tried once again to backpedal my way out of this mess. “Don’t be modest, Miss Wolfe.” Arthur jerked his head toward Sam. “Mr. Anderson speaks very highly of you.” “And I appreciate that—however…” I tried to keep from openly scowling at Sam, “I cannot make any guarantees.” “You are the only chance that I have to say good-bye to my granddaughter, Miss Wolfe.” He leveled his gaze with mine. “Please, just try.” I let out a heavy breath and nodded. “Let’s get started then, shall we?” I followed Sam and Arthur through the maze of headstones, trying my best to walk between them. Somehow, it just didn’t seem right to walk over the ground where their bodies were buried. The moon shone a perfect half curve, illuminating the mist and giving the haze an eerie life of its own as it wafted throughout the cemetery and swirled around the central mausoleum. Walden finally stopped and jerked his head toward the nearest headstone. I walked closer to Tabitha’s grave and ran my hand along the top of her marker. It was white marble inscribed with her name, dates of birth and death. IN THE ARMS OF ANGELS was engraved across the top, and BELOVED DAUGHTER AND GRANDDAUGHTER below that. Tabitha had been found dead in her home of an apparent overdose of narcotics. The coroner called it suicide and Arthur used his substantial influence to keep it out of the newspapers. Mustn’t let the actions of his granddaughter tarnish his squeaky-clean reputation. I wondered how many times he’d used his influence to protect Tabitha, not that I blamed him. Arthur raised Tabitha himself. She was the only family he had left. His wife died years before and both of Tabitha’s parents followed soon after in a tragic house fire. When Arthur asked Sam for our help, he confided in him that he thought the stress of losing so many people drove Tabitha to take her own life. “Where do you need me to stand?” Arthur called, interrupting my thoughts. “A couple of feet away from the headstone should do.” As long as he wasn’t in the way of the body I was there to raise, it didn’t really matter. Keep it professional, Leah. Sam stood beside Arthur and I saw him tense as I kneeled before the headstone. Sam didn’t like graveyards; most people don’t, especially at night. Saying a small prayer, I blessed myself with the sign of the cross and then stood, took a deep breath, and tried to clear my head of all thoughts except for Tabitha. I envisioned her in the photographs Arthur had provided for me and wondered what her life had been like. She had been undoubtedly happy in the pictures with her parents. Her eyes were bright and wide with innocence. Then the photos taken of her after her parents’ deaths slipped into my mind when the joy seemed to have been drained from her. The misery of the loss of her parents was evident in every aspect of her appearance. Her eyes were jaded—stripped of their innocence and clouded in angst. The ground below me rumbled as if a great vibration rocked the earth, sending bits of dirt and rock dancing upon its surface. Arthur Walden gasped as the ground cracked over Tabitha’s grave, leaving a fissure nearly six feet long. It was as if the earth had opened a passageway for her to climb out of her tomb. Two hands gripped the side of the fissure and Tabitha hoisted herself out of the earth. She clambered to her feet and placed her hands on her head, feeling her face as if looking for damage. My heart dropped into my stomach. This had been no drug overdose. Tabitha Walden was shot in the head, at very close range judging from the damage. While the left side of her face was intact, the top right side was nearly completely missing. Only her eyeball, dangling from a piece of tendon, remained. Her jaw was completely undamaged as if the bullet had managed to crack off a piece of her top skull and then fragmented out the back, leaving most of its carnage there. “What the hell?” I managed to yell at Arthur just before Tabitha opened her mouth in an eerie wail that pierced the peaceful night air. “I thought she’d be a ghost!” Arthur’s expression was horrified and his deep voice cracked. “I’m s-sorry, Tabby, so sorry.” Arthur stammered. “It wasn’t supposed to end like this.” He edged closer to Tabitha, his voice pleading. “You killed her?” Sam’s voice hitched as the blood drained from his face. “No.” Arthur turned his attention to Sam. “It wasn’t really me.” At his words, Tabitha’s head snapped toward Arthur. Her eyeball made a sloshing sound as it dangled from her face. Tabitha made a few wet, choking gurgles. “You did this to me.” Tabitha said it as if she died knowing her grandfather had killed her. The pain of her betrayal hollowed the insides of my chest, halting my breath. Tabitha tottered closer to Arthur. “I’m your granddaughter!” What was left of her face twisted with anguish. Arthur stumbled back as she closed in on him. I felt his fear, his horror, and couldn’t bring myself to care. He’d had his own granddaughter murdered. He deserved to feel like shit. Arthur's voice rose. “I could never hurt you. I wasn’t myself; it was me, but not me.” His face wrinkled as he spoke. As if even he realized what he’d just said didn’t make sense. “It was a nightmare, not real.” “Does this look like a dream? I am your granddaughter!” She screeched as she closed the remaining distance between them. “The child of your only daughter!” Arthur braced himself against a headstone. “I don’t know how, but it wasn’t me. I swear it!” “What the hell is going on, Arthur?” Sam demanded. “I could never do this.” Arthur turned toward Sam. “I swear—it wasn’t really me.” I didn’t like the feel of this. “Sam?” I called cautiously. “Step away from Arthur.” “How the hell could you do this?” Sam stood his ground, ignoring my warning. “Move, Sam!” I shouted, a moment before Tabitha jumped at her grandfather and flattened him to the ground. I leaped at Sam and wrenched him away as Tabitha tore into her grandfather. She ripped strips of flesh off him as he screamed wildly. I started an incantation, ordering Tabitha back to her grave, but it didn’t even slow her down. I was supposed to be able to control her. So much for that theory. I pulled my gun and fired one shot into Tabitha. She turned, her hands dripping with the goo and flesh of her grandfather and speckles of blood dotting her face and the front of the dress she’d been buried in. “I’m already dead. You can’t kill me twice,” she sneered. I fired another shot into her, but she simply turned away and continued battering Arthur. I began chanting, “Tabitha Walden, go back to your grave” over and over again. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind of everything except the vision of her sinking back into her grave—a damn difficult thing to pull off while she was stripping chunks off Arthur and flinging them around us. My eyes flew open as the sickening crack of bone silenced Arthur’s piercing screams. Tabitha had smashed a fist-sized rock into the side of his head. He lay on the ground near his granddaughter’s grave with most of his brain exposed to the night sky. A black haze rose above his body, raising goose bumps along every inch of my flesh. Sam leaned heavily on a tombstone with his hand clenched over his mouth. He was sheet white now with horror etched on his face. Finally, as if it had waited for her to claim her vengeance, an unseen force dragged Tabitha back while she screamed and thrashed, fighting until the very end. “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. May God be with you in your final rest.” I spoke the words my lover, Ian, and I used when I practiced my necromancy on dead animals, praying it would work on humans as well. Ian and I had researched every myth we could find on necromancy and this one phrase seemed to be used consistently. I let out a breath of relief when Tabitha’s head lolled back. Her eye closed and her body became limp. Then the earth rumbled and swallowed her again, leaving the ground exactly as it was before I called her from the grave. I turned to find Sam hovering over Arthur Walden’s body. His cell phone was in his hand and from his quiet tone I knew he was calling in a cleanup crew. “Didn’t you check the coroner's report?” I realized that I was shaking bad, sweat mingling with tears as they streamed down my face. I took a few deep breaths to collect my thoughts. I knew I wasn’t directly responsible for Arthur’s death, but the fact remained that if I hadn’t raised his granddaughter, he would still be alive. Sam’s hand on my shoulder made me jump. I didn’t even know that he’d moved closer to me. Not good. Not good at all. “I’m sorry, Leah. I had no idea that Arthur killed her.” He shook his head slowly. “I fucked up. I trusted him.” I rolled the kinks out of my neck as my heart beat like a jackhammer against my ribs. “Next time, if there ever is a next time, pull the damn coroner’s report first.” Sam put his hand on my arm and gently kneaded it. “Are you okay?” “Just fucking peachy!” I took more deep breaths and said, “I’m good.” “I’m sorry, Leah,” Sam said again. “Yeah, yeah,” I quipped, my breath a little steadier now. “Hang around until the cleanup crew arrives. I’ll give you a ride home.” “No thanks.” He raised an eyebrow in question. “I’m fine, I really just want to go home,” I added. “I made this mess,” Sam said. “I’ll clean it up.” “Fine by me.”

Friday, June 28, 2013

Thursday, June 27, 2013

It's smokin' hot outside...

It’s smokin’ hot outside but if you’re craving some comfort food and can’t bring yourself to turn on the oven, I have a slow cooker recipe for you.

4-6 chicken breasts
salt and pepper to taste
2 cans of cream of chicken soup
1 package of seasoned stuffing mix – I used Stove Top
Place defrosted chicken in crock pot, top with soup.
Prepare stuffing according to directions only using half the liquid required.
Place stuffing in crock pot.
Cover and cook on High for 3 to 4 hours.

Now that you have dinner covered, pick up a good book- may I suggest JUSTIFIED - and settle into a comfy chair and enjoy the dog days of summer.

JUSTIFIED: A LEAH WOLFE SINS NOVEL – Book 3 –  www.LSBooks.com Read a free sample at www.RhondaLPrint.com
Blurb: Things go very wrong, very fast when a federal agent is caught between her vampire lover, the leader of the pack, and a murderer intent on killing those she loves. Is stepping outside the law to stop a killer justified, or will it end her career in SINS?

Excerpt:
“Mind if we join you?” The taller one asked. “I’m Zach and this is my brother Conner.”
After a round of nice-to-meet-you’s and a fresh order of drinks, the small talk began. Conner sat next to Tala and Zach dragged his chair closer to me. It wasn’t long into the conversation before I started to realize that neither one of these guys was intelligent enough to lure a puppy out of a cage, let alone a woman out of a bar. Tala looked up and gave me a “how the hell do we get rid of them” look just before I felt Zach’s hand start to slither up my leg, perilously close to my gun. I jumped from my seat, a little too quickly, and stifled it with a fake giggle. God I really sucked at the bar scene.
“Um, Tala. I need to go to the little girls’ room.” Did I just say “little girls’ room”? Somebody, shoot me now.
“Great idea. I’ll go with you.” She started to stand when Conner put a hand on her shoulder and dragged her back down.
“I think we’re getting ditched, Zach. How about you?”
Zach put his hand on my hip and squeezed, hard enough to bruise.
I grabbed his hand just below the fingers and pushed back with my thumbs until he let me go. “I’m not really in the mood to play grab-ass,”
“Oww.” He complained. “Calm down bitch.”
I bent Zach’s wrist back far enough to be painful and just this side of breaking it.
Conner kept a grip on Tala’s upper arm.
“Let go of her or watch me break your brother’s wrist.” I warned.
He released Tala. She stood and scrambled to my side.
“Now I’m going to let go and both of you are going to calmly leave this bar and go home.” I looked at each of them. “Not to another bar, home. Is that understood?”
“Yeah yeah, whatever. Just let go of my hand you freaky bitch.” Zach really needed to learn a little respect.
“Conner?” I asked, pushing Zach’s arm back just a little more.
“Fuck! Tell her okay Conner, she’s breaking my fucking arm!”
“Fine.” Conner said as he stood.
I let go of Zach and he straightened up and pulled his shirt down.
“Bitches!” I heard him growl as him and his brother walked toward the exit.

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Jealousy...

http://www.lsbooks.com/phoenix-p786.php

Weeks of searching and miles of traversing across the scorching Arizona desert led to this single, heart stopping moment.
With the sun beating down on the blacktop causing ripples of heat to blur the space between them, he spotted her. She beamed at him and waited for him to cross the distance separating them. He stood before her for a moment, muscular arms crossed over a broad chest that led to long, lean legs as his eyes danced across every inch of her. Tentatively he reached out and caressed her with the gentle fingers of a lovers touch.
She shined for him and he took the invitation, settling into her softness as his hands eagerly explored all that she had to offer. With a growl he drove her, tenderly at first before increasing the tempo and riding her hard and fast seeing just how much she had to give. She responded to his every command, gliding smoothly beneath him and taking everything he could thrust upon her.
Then it was over and she could only watch and wait. After a long moment he finally spoke, “I’ll take it.”
Yes, my husband just bought a new car – the big question is – Should I be jealous? LOL Leave a comment. Any similar experiences?

 

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Vampires, food and summer heat!



 
A friend of mine gave me a box full of crockpot recipes for Christmas and now that the temperature in the desert has reached triple digits, (who wants to turn on the oven) I thought I'd give them a try. My cooking skills are smoking around the house, as in, the smoke detector has gone off so dinner must be done :/  I've been known to follow a spaghetti sauce recipe to a "T" and even the dog refused to eat it! LOL
To mine, and everyone elses, surprise, my first attempt was successful so I thought I'd pass it along. After all, I'd rather spend my time writing than cooking! I've thrown in an excerpt from to whet your appetite!

REUBEN DIP
1 jar or bag (32 ounces) of sauerkraut, drained
2 cup shredded swiss cheese
3 packages, corned beef, shredded - I used a pre-cooked 1 pound pkg but deli meat will do
1 stick of margarine
1 egg beaten - can be left out in a pinch or for cholesterol purposes
Here's the easy part, chuck it all in slow cooker, stir, cover and cook for 2 hours on HIGH.
That's it! I served mine on rye toast but if you want to use it for a party dip, you can use rye cocktail bread or rye crackers.
Now go grab a book and enjoy the dog days of summer!

Excerpt from PHOENIX

“I love to watch your eyes glaze over in ecstasy while I devour you, my love,” he
crooned before tasting me once again.

I fisted my hands into the silky strands of his hair and lost all sense of sanity as he
tormented my body with long, slow swirls of his skillful tongue. When I thought I could
take no more, he slipped his tongue inside me and suckled on my center until I could only
see white bursts of pleasure through my closed eyelids. My head thrashed from side to
side. His pace relaxed and the slower he slid in and out of me, the more intense the
pleasure became that shuddered through me until my body burst with rapture and insanity
all at once. I screamed his name with my release, but Ian kept his mouth in place,
drinking down my pleasure—as if it were the blood he existed upon.
Only when my body stopped convulsing did Ian lift his head with a satisfied smile
that melted my heart. Ian was no selfish lover. My pleasure was his, as his was mine.