She’s having a baby…
Selene Alexis is a recent casualty of her company’s cost-cutting measures. With a sister to support and no close relatives to lend a helping hand, she grabs the opportunity to become a surrogate mother. By getting pregnant, she’ll be able to meet her monthly expenses and make a small dent in her debts, at least for the next nine months.
He makes a proposal…
Former soldier, Triston Walker, struggles to adjust to civilian life after tours of duty in Afghanistan and Iraq. A glimpse of Selene, the girl he left behind to serve his country, is a breath of fresh air, until he realizes she’s pregnant. He’s never fallen out of love with her, and now he wants to take their multicultural romance one step further. So he proposes a long-term solution to Selene’s current woes. Marriage.
A tempting offer she shouldn’t refuse…
With Selene’s hormones raging, her due date fast approaching, and doubts about Triston’s feelings for her, can she trust herself to make the right decision? Will she take the plunge, or dash Triston’s dreams of an eternal interracial romance between a black woman and a white man?
They stood in the doorway for a long moment. He could bet the trust fund his father had established for him that Selene was also reliving the last moment they were together and the argument that followed. Triston watched as her gaze left his to fall to the tile entryway. In the corner of her eye, he was amazed to see a tear forming.
“Selene, no.” He took a step closer. Her eyes raised and caught his. They were full of tears. Her lower lip quivered. Lifting a hand, he moved to touch her cheek. He couldn’t bear to see her cry, not now. He needed to try and slay whatever demons he’d raised.
His palm touched her cheek as he stepped into her space. She stepped back a little at his intrusion, but he didn’t care. Placing his other hand over hers, he pulled her fingers free from the door and let it close with a click. Moving closer still, he pushed her back against the wall. Still holding her fingers, he entwined them.
“I never meant to hurt you.”
She hesitated. Of course she wouldn’t give in so easily. She was a strong woman, even back when they were teenagers. That is what had drawn him to her. She might now understand why he went, might even appreciate the sacrifice. But, she wouldn’t accept he did it for her—she deserved a hero, a strong man, a man who could keep her safe—until he could prove it. Assuming she let him back into her life…
He needed to prove how much she meant to him. How much she still did. How much she always had.
Her back tapped the wall and he felt more than saw the fear flash, even momentarily, in her dewy eyes. Then, the tears fell. Like a dam broken open, her entire face fell, crashing it on itself. Triston’s heart lurched at the sight.
“Oh, God. Babe!” He didn’t mean to shout, but he couldn’t contain his agony. She pulled her head back at the sound. The whites of her eyes expanded and her sobbing picked up pace.
Not fear, not from her.
Triston didn’t think.
Slipping his hand on her cheek down and around the column of her throat, he tangled his fingers in the silky hair at her nape. He held her still as he blew a soft breath against her wet and puffy lips before dropping his to press against hers.
He didn’t care that she was crying, that her nose was cold and clammy and leaking or her cheeks were wet. He didn’t care that he knew nothing about her now, about her life. Honestly, he didn’t care. He kissed her only because he wanted to.
At this moment.
When she probably thought she was at her ugliest.
Because he still loved her.
Gently, he held the pressure on her lips. He lapped at the salty tears which clung to her upper lip. He cajoled, soothed, sought. She opened on a wail and he swallowed the noise. His tongue licked at her smooth teeth and back to her lips. He paused. Then, he felt it. Her tongue flicked out to find his.
Just like in high school, that move was his kryptonite. Both hands dropped to her shoulders and despite the circumstances—later he would regret his haste—he pushed her harder against the wall and took her mouth with a frenzy.
Tongues wrestled, tangled, stroked and sampled. He remembered her taste, like summertime honeysuckle. More mature, the flavor had only deepened. Now, she tasted like honey. Heavy, sweet, wild. He fed on it. Sucking her tongue into his mouth, he held her captive to his need.
Moving to line his body up against hers, he edged a knee between their bodies, pressing into the heat between her thighs. Her head fell to the side and she moaned. The tears were gone from her eyes and drying on her cheeks. He heard the crush of plastic, and felt it grazing against his lower chest. When he glanced down, he was mildly surprised to see the white roses he’d recently purchased squashed between Selene and him. They were fit to be thrown away, but he couldn’t even muster the energy to care. His focus was on this woman. Selene.
He kissed along the curve of her jaw and taking her lobe between his teeth, he suckled.
“Triston.” God, his name sounded sinful on her lips when she was like this.
“Selene…” He echoed.
He bit down, stunned. She yelped and pushed him back off her. “What? Whose?” Mind reeling, Triston’s heart stopped. Literally. Nothing during his years of service had affected him so sharply.
Selene was pregnant.
With another man’s baby.
My Mac died or is on life support. All I know is my laptop won’t boot up. This saddens me because I love my Apple products. Once I learned that my laptop could talk to the Ipad and my phone, I made it my mission in life to keep with my Apple products. It is so very convenient to type a story on one platform and then pull it up on another device.
I know Apple doesn’t have the market cornered on devices that talk to one another and such, but I love my Mac.
Now I’m stuck on my mini laptop that the hubs bought me a few years back. It’s pink, which makes working on it acceptable, but I miss my Mac. Have you ever tried to edit a document on an IPad? Very interesting. With a little patience, I got it done. Now it’s on to see if I can pull a few docs from the cloud.
Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires
If you’ve been reading this blog long enough, you’ll realize a few things about me: I love music, movies and trivia that surrounds them both. Knowing that something extra about a movie or a song just makes the experience all the more worthwhile.
Today, I’m going to show you a few of my favorite movie mistakes. From classic movies to more recent ones, no matter how many eyes are on the movie, there is always something that slips by. Let’s take a look.
Star Wars ( I don’t bother with that episode 1,7, 4 mess. I’m old school. It’s friggin Star Wars, simple as that.)
Well more like summer in the country actually. :) I have stepped outside and swore I melted. Yes, daggummit it felt like my very essence was flowing into a sweltering blob of flesh within a few steps of my front door. Its on days like that, that I welcome the rain.
You know those beautiful thunderstorms with lightening criss-crossing the sky in a unfettered display of mother nature’s force. Illuminating a dark sky with flashes so quick that you almost miss them followed by the boom of thunder all while fat drops of cool water plummet to the earth. A quick shower that happens so fast your drenched the moment you step out. It’s so hot here the rain hit the asphalt on the roads that were paved and I saw steam.
We are definitely in the middle of the summer. I swore I would not complain about it. Not after the winter we had where I still maintain that mother nature was bi-polar. Let me tell you I am biting my tongue hard now.
I combat the scorching heat and ferocious thunderstorms by staying inside. Sadly, with children that isn’t always possible. I have an active eight year old that loves the outdoors and a seventeen year old that, well – she is seventeen. I’m sure if your a parent you understand exactly what I am saying.
So when my youngest decides he bored, which happens more than I think humanly possible. Seriously, I hear the word I’m Bored between twenty and thirty times a day. After I have exhausted every indoor game I can think of including hide and seek and conveniently forgetting that he is hiding so I can get some work done. This will be one happy chick when school resumes. I’m just saying. Anyway, I digress. When I have done every game and helped him to use every Lego to build K-World (his imaginary town) I get a little anxious. Why you ask? I know you didn’t but ask anyway.
Because the next step is playing outside…(insert duh-duh-duh here). I just expounded all the reasons why I don’t go out in the summer and yet I have this little guy staring up at me with big puppy dog eyes and a quivering lip. (Hangs head) I am such a sucker. I gird myself and prepare for the waves of heat that I know will buffer me as soon as I open that dang front door. My little boy, he seems oblivious to my apprehension, chattering about riding bikes and playing with water guns. Have mercy, my heart pounds in my chest just at the thought of going outside and now he want to add exercise to the mix…and it is exercise, I mean I’m over forty, this stuff stopped being play for me a long time ago. I send a silent prayer up that one of his friends will knock at the door and want to do all the things with him I am dreading. Why is it those little people only show up when you really don’t want to be bothered? Hmmm, that is a blog post for another day.
So I throw on my thinnest, t-shirt cause yeah, it’s hotter than a match head out there and shorts…I would forgo the shoes if I didn’t think I was going to get third degree burns on the soles of y feet. Mind you my daughter basically retreated to her room at the mention of going outside and I have yet to see hide nor hair of her. The traitor, I was willing to sacrifice (clears throat) enforce family fun time and make her got out so she can develop a better bond with her brother. Exhales, yeah it is just me and the boy. My husband the lucky fellow is at work.
I’m already sweating and I haven’t gotten close to the door. I make last minute attempts to avoid whats coming, offering to play video games. People who know me well are aware I loathe them but hey, I was getting desperate. I could see bright light through the curtains and the living room is lit up as if a thousand lamps were burning. Oh it was going to be blistering, the skin on my arms ached from the impending burn I was sure to get. My son grabs my hand and tugs me toward the door. He opens it and the sunlight was blinding, oh man I am so not ready for this…
We had fun. :) Tell me folks on the hottest day in the year what would you do if your kids was asking you to play outside?
Denise Cherry sent us this recipe and I have to say it looks DELISH! If you see her hanging around the net give her a huge high-five. I love trying new recipes and this one has quickly moved up on my list of must do’s. Thanks again Denise for a great recipe. Friends if you try it let me know how it turns out and if any of you feel like sharing your favorite recipes give a girl a hollar. I would love to post for the world to see!
Cajun Shrimp and Sausage Pasta
1/2 – 3/4 lb cooked fettuccine
2 TBS olive oil 1 lb peeled, deveined raw large shrimp
1 TBS plus 2 tsp Essence seasoning (recipe below – I think you can buy this, too.)
1 1/2 hot linked or smoked turkey sausages, sliced and quartered (I use Butterball)
1/2 cup diced green pepper
1/2 cup diced yellow onion
1 TBS minced garlic
1/2 cup chicken stock
1 tsp dried thyme
1 tsp dried basil
1/2 cup heavy cream
1/2 cup grated Parmesan Essence Creole Seasoning
2 1/2 tablespoons paprika
2 tablespoons salt
2 tablespoons garlic powder
1 tablespoon black pepper
1 tablespoon onion powder
1 tablespoon cayenne pepper
1 tablespoon dried oregano
1 tablespoon dried thyme
Heat 1 TBS of olive oil over medium high heat in a large saute pan. Season the shrimp with 2 teaspoons of the Essence. Place the shrimp in the pan and saute until almost done. Remove the shrimp from the pan and set aside. Place the remaining TBS of olive oil in the saute pan and onions and bell peppers. Saute, stirring occasionally, until the onions are translucent, about 3 minutes. Add the sausage and cook another minute. Add the garlic to the pan and saute for 30 seconds. Add the chicken stock to the pan and scrape with a spoon to remove any browned bits that have formed in the bottom of the pan, about 30 seconds. Add the thyme, 1 TBS of Essence and 1/2 tsp salt and cook for 2 minutes. Add the heavy cream to the pan and cook an additional 2 minutes. Return the shrimp to the pan and pasta to the pan. Continue to cook the sauce and pasta, stirring occasionally, for about 3-5 minutes. Remove from the heat and add the basil and Parmesan.
Are you a lover of the show THE VOICE? Some seasons are better than others, but I’m always a fan of Adam Levine. *wink*
My brand new series, The Boot Knockers, hatched from my obsession with THE VOICE. In the show, music superstars listen to singers but they’re unable to see them perform. If they like what they hear, they push their button and fight to get that singer on his team.
The Boot Knockers Ranch is a Texas ranch where women go for help with their sex lives. Maybe they’ve never been kissed, have bad self-image, or have been dumped too many times. Once they arrive at the ranch, they see are put onstage in front of twenty cowboys, who fight for them. Having tanned hunks in worn jeans and cowboy hats vying for you would make a gal feel pretty good, wouldn’t it?
Read on for a sneak peek of my latest cowboy release PUSHIN’ BUTTONS.
“Remember, cowboys. Keep your hands in your laps and your peckers in your pants. At least until it’s time to play your part.” Hugh paced down the line of twenty cowboys and dropped a file in each man’s hands.
The manila folders held a profile sheet containing a different woman’s photo, personal information and everything that man needed to know to rock the lady’s world, Boot Knockers style.
Hugh stopped in front of Riggs Archer, his best friend and the only guy not to follow protocol in the past. “Keep your—”
Riggs tugged the brim of his hat lower to avoid Hugh’s gaze. “I know, I know. Hands in my lap. No pushing the button until my lady comes up.”
“And keep your—”
Riggs shot him a glare. “Pecker. In. Pants.”
“Thass right, Archer.” Hugh grinned and nudged his friend’s hat with his knuckles, shoving it back enough to see the smoldering sparks in Riggs’s dark eyes.
Hugh’s stomach clenched and he passed Riggs his folder to cover his reaction.
Once the information was all distributed, Hugh watched the guys flip through the paperwork. The twenty women were hand-selected by the female production manager, Isabel. She was great at matching the men’s sexual strengths to the women’s needs.
A virgin needing deflowered? Jack was her man. He’d singlehandedly popped over thirty cherries in the four years they’d been running the Boot Knockers Ranch.
Ty excelled at treating women with body dysmorphic disorder. The women who spent a week under his care—and under his muscled body—left with the confidence of a supermodel.
And Hugh…well, he wasn’t playing this hand. Twenty women. Twenty men. He only filled in when necessary. His balls clenched at the idea of a celibate week, but he could tough it out. Maybe some lady would get kinky and ask for a voyeur.
“They’re lined up backstage,” Isabel whispered, and he gave a nod of recognition.
“You heard her, boys. Get to your seats. Fight over them a little. The show’s only for the ladies, but give ’em a good one. Make them feel special, because they are.” Hugh waved his fellow Boot Knockers toward the front of the auditorium. In three minutes, the lights would dim. In five, the first woman would walk onto the stage.
She might carry scars inside or out. Either way, she was leaving the Boot Knockers Ranch as one satisfied lady. Their goal was to treat much more than sexual disorders. When the invitee left the two-hundred-acre Texas ranch, she’d be equipped to pick up where she’d just left off—embarking on new relationships and sexual journeys.
The thud of boot heels drifted away from Hugh as the guys practically ran to their seats. A new group of women…and the chase was the best part. The gals selected the cowboys they were attracted to from photographs. Though the guys were assigned to one lady, they still made it look as if they won her.
Yeah, only one woman each unless Riggs gets trigger-happy again and hits the button for a gal who wasn’t assigned to him.
Women paid to come and enjoy the Texas countryside and pampering the cowboys could provide. The Boot Knockers just happened to love helping women in a lot of ways, so they each took charge of a guest.
“Hugh, would you mind looking at this lineup?” Isabel caught his attention, and he focused on her. Petite and chestnut-haired, she did everything in her power to make him take her to bed. But it was against his personal rules. She’d had a few go’s with other cowboys, and he’d heard she was a wildcat.
He couldn’t stop the grin from twitching at the corner of his mouth. He pulled his hat lower to keep her from seeing too much. Such as how he knew she liked taking two guys at once while another plugged her mouth.
Clearing his throat, he scanned the list of women about to step onstage. Isabel had chosen well from the hundreds who applied to the Boot Knockers Ranch each year. “Looks good as always, Isabel.” He let his gaze drop low enough to make her face flush.
She waved her clipboard, fanning her warm brown hair off her round face. “Thanks, Hugh. I like to get your approval before the girls go on.”
She glanced at the stage door. Women huddled there. All shapes and sizes. Some were hurt physically, emotionally. Others fighting their way back from bloody divorces. One or two might be socially backward. And there was probably at least one virgin. Jack would be happy.
Hugh looked over the fresh group of females. “Let’s get started. Cue the first l’il lady.”
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Thank you for reading! I’d love to hear from you.
~hardworking heroes—in bed and out~
Hello from South Carolina or where we should be when this goes live.
Just a reminder of the long cold winter we had this past year. It was brutally cold in many areas of the country so soak up some vitamin D from the sun. Regardless of where you are find a moment to enjoy your day.
Take the time and get outside to relax. Socialize with your family and friends. Make new friends and expand your world, before we hunker down in our homes again.
Or you can do as my hubby in the picture and find someplace quiet to read. Me personally, I’ve been working on my TBR selection in between writing. Regency and cowboys are at the top of my reading list.
Enhance the experience of all the great books coming out by finding a quiet place to enjoy and slip into their worlds of imagination.
Have an awesome and safe summer.
Sincerely, Cora Blu