Only so many words

Writing has sucked all the words out of me. I have nothing left for a blog post. I’m in between releases. I love Behaving Badly, and have since my editor and I went round and round making it what it is. Yet, y’all, I got nothing left after revising another story coming out later this year. I have only words left for writing. I did just sell another story to The Wild Rose Press.

But, short, quirky posts?

I ain’t got nothing. (Double negative and improper grammar intended.)

I’m writing on a story that was inspired by a real life event in my life. No, the character isn’t me. No, I didn’t do anything that my heroine will do. But, y’all, inspiration comes from everywhere. I’ll be damned before I let good inspiration pass me by.

Back to writing fiction instead of quirky blog post. Instead, I’ll leave you with a photo of the man that has dreamy eyelashes (according to my ten year old daughter). We’re on a serious Avengers kick in this household, because, yum. Sexy people all around from Black Widow to Iron Man. Maybe not Hulk. Green ain’t my thing. (Photo removed, because I don’t have permission to post it.)

 

Sizzling Hot Book Reviews writes about Behaving Badly

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My favorite part of the review was:

Overall, I felt that Behaving Badly set a good pace throughout the storyline. It never once had that overly rushed, or extremely slow feeling to it, and I very much enjoyed the balance between the two. Behaving Badly was erotic and sensual as well, leaving me breathless from the chemistry that both the heroine and hero showed while they were together. I would reccomend Behaving Badly to anyone who loves a good erotic story with a whole lot of drama thrown in throughout. I really did enjoy Behaving Badly, and hope other’s do too!

Here’s the link to the entire post.

Behaving Badly releases today!

Cover artist Angela Anderson

Authors love these days, and I’m no exception.

Here’s an excerpt:

Jess saw him coming toward her. In the dimness of April’s crowded living room, she had no idea the color of his eyes no matter how intently he studied her. As he closed the distance between them, the ruggedness of his face entranced her. He hadn’t shaved. She imagined the brush of the whiskers across her cheek as he nibbled her ear or as his mouth traveled up her leg. Ah, blue. His eyes came into focus as he said hello in a voice that promised amorous whispers.

Her mind chanted, “You have a gig. You have a gig,” as if trying to stop the desire that caused her heart to race and her hands to sweat. Her fingers ached to trace the laugh lines beside his eyes. She bit the inside of her mouth to keep her tongue from licking her lips. She’d never wanted someone in this way, not even caring who was in the room. “I want you,” she whispered.

He wrapped a hand around hers. “I like a direct woman. Do you live close?”

“No, and I have somewhere I have to be.” She swallowed and licked her lips. The rub of his thumb on her wrist sent pulses of pleasure along her arm.

“Reschedule, please.”

Her brain clouded, but she knew her limits. “I can’t. I’m a singer. It’s a paying gig.” “Can you suddenly lose your voice?”

With a glance at the clock, Jess calculated how much time she had. Fear would keep her from going all the way, but she’d take what she could get. “All I have is half an hour.”

The half-smile and raised eyebrow he turned on her weakened her knees. He brushed her nipple as he put his arms around her back and whispered in her ear. “I can make you melt.”