Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Happy Anniversary, baby!

I want to share with you a story about a man. He's the most incredible man I know. His real name is Steven, however, I'll call him Colt to protect his anonymity. ;)







On this day, fourteen years ago, I married my soul mate. Handsome guy, huh? I definitely think so. And boy, do we look so young there. 










Anyway, on to the story...

Fourteen and a half years ago, on October 16, 2001, I received an email. Someone had responded to my personal profile on Yahoo. I was a single mom at the time, I spent all my time at work or with my kids, and I definitely didn't have time to go out and meet people. so I figured what the hell. However, I posted the profile and then didn't think anything of it.

Until I get this message from this guy. I didn't know him, but he gave me a link to his profile, which had a picture of him. Keep in mind, my profile did not have a picture of me. I thought he was handsome, so I decided to message him back. That started an email conversation that lasted for about two weeks. At that point, I gave him my phone number. And for the next two weeks, we talked on the phone every single night for hours and hours. We talked about all the things that we had in common, which was a lot. We both loved the same broad range of music, we both spent most of our time working... For those two weeks, I think we learned so much. I still never gave him a picture of me. 

And then, on November 17, 2001 - one month after that first email - he asked me out.

I was terrified. Absolutely scared out of my mind to meet someone on the Internet. I mean, seriously, bad things happened to people who did that. Like the girl in the horror movie who always goes in search of the noise...that kind of stuff. What if he was a serial killer? Or something equally as horrible? Or what if the picture he sent wasn't really his picture? What if he had a third eyeball or something?


Anyway, I relented and agreed to go out with him if he picked me up at my parent's house. I definitely was not going to let him know where I lived until I had the chance to meet him in person and make my own assumptions. So, I dropped my two little kids off at my mom and dad's, then waited for him to show up. He arrived on time, looking very nice in his khaki pants and maroon polo and he greeted my parents - seriously, what guy wants to meet the parents on the first date? I was twenty-five at the time, not sixteen. It worked out fine and he took me to see Monster's Inc. at our local movie theater. Not quite the best first date to get to know someone, but it worked for us. And he was a gentleman, taking me home afterward and kissing me on my doorstep before hopping in his truck and heading out. 


I was smitten.

For the two weeks after that, we spent as much time together as we could, but I was still leery of letting him meet my kids - Tyler and Taylor were 8 and 5 at the time. So, on the weekends, I had my parents babysit while he and I went out on dates. And then came the day when my parents couldn't babysit and he asked if I wanted to go do something. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what he would say if I mentioned my kids would have to come along... so I blurted it out. And this amazing, incredible man said he'd be glad to meet my kids and he took us to the park. My kids thought he was the greatest thing ever. My daughter treated him like a jungle gym and he didn't have an issue with it.

For the next two months, we spent all of our extra time together. I was head over heels in love with this crazy wonderful man. 


And then, on January 18, 2002, he took me to a Dallas Stars hockey game. 


This amazing man bought great seats and took me to my first-ever professional hockey game to see my beloved Dallas Stars. We drove up to Dallas, stayed in a hotel and the night of the game, he intended to ask me to marry him. Or so I found out the next night. Unfortunately, the night of the game, I got a migraine that was so horrific, we left the game, went back to the hotel room and I immediately went to sleep.

But he made up for it the next night by taking me to dinner, then into downtown Dallas where he got down on one knee and made me cry. I, of course, said yes. 

And then, after conversing with our families, we decided to set the date for April 20th, 2002. 

That day came quickly.

That morning, I woke up at my mother's house with excitement fizzing in my veins. It was my wedding day. Getting ready took precedent over everything, including eating, but food didn't matter. Getting married did. Getting married to the most amazing man in the world was all I could think about. Well, that and whether or not he was hiding a violent past, or maybe a kid or two. Yes, I was thinking those things because this man... he was too good to be true.

For the entire week before the wedding, I worked myself into a frenzy. I was freaked out thinking of the worst possible scenarios. This guy opened my car door, he held my hand whenever possible, he bought me dinner, he wanted to spend time with me, he loved my kids, he loved me... surely there was something wrong with him. Guys like him didn't really exist, right? 

So, with my nerves eating away at me, I convinced myself that he was simply a good guy. Although, I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he was mine, but that was for another day. I had to accept that he was, and I'm happy to say, he wasn't hiding anything from me. He was and is simply a good man.


While my matron of honor (my very best friend Carrie) got herself ready, along with my daughter, I managed to get myself presentable. 

Well, technically, this was all happening after my freak out the night before when I decided I wasn't happy with my wedding dress. Carrie and I ran out to David's Bridal and actually found the most amazing dress. I remember I wasn't happy with my hair either, but I managed to make do because I couldn't buy more of that. 


HOWEVER... I was almost late for the wedding. I'm pretty sure there was relief on Colt's face when I walked in the door of the Williamson County Courthouse (in Georgetown, Texas). He will tell you today that he did not think I was going to show up. He had my kid with him, I'm not sure why he thought that. 

The ceremony was short and sweet, exactly the way we both wanted. Well, technically, we wanted to get married in Vegas, but because our families were opposed to the idea, we settled for a Justice of the Peace ceremony, followed by an incredible reception. 


This man has been with me through so much. He has stood by my side when we found out our youngest child was hearing impaired and I felt so guilty as though I did something to cause that, he stood by me through all of the ups and downs with my career, he was there when I decided we needed to complete our degrees, and when my depression has been at it's worst. In fact, he has stood by my side through everything. When I told him I wanted to publish a book, he smiled at me and said, "Go for it." When I told him that my first book was actually selling, he cheered along with me. When I told him that I wanted to quit my job and write full time...well, he had a harder time with this because we were both doing so well in our careers, making good money. But, he eventually told me to do it. And when I begged him to quit working and help me do this, he again hesitated, but finally gave in to my way of thinking. 


The moral of the story is, I wouldn't be here without him. I owe him all of my success. This incredible, wonderful, handsome, funny man doesn't have a selfish bone in his body. Every single thing he does is for me, our children and our dogs. I only hope he knows how much he means to me. 


He is the very reason I can write about happily ever after... because he gave me mine. 

Here's to many, many, many more years together, Steven. 
I love you with my whole heart! 






Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Teaser Tuesday... I just couldn't decide

Happy Tuesday!! 

I haven't been on the Internet much lately and that's probably not a bad thing. Between all the hockey and the home improvement projects Colt is taking care of, we've got a lot going on in the Edwards house. Not to mention, all of the writing...

So, I thought I'd do a Teaser Tuesday and I thought I'd do it a little differently. I've explained before that I often have several WIPs going at one time. Now, I don't generally work on two books in a day; however, I have been known to switch mid-week, depending on what characters are chatting it up with me. You might not believe this, but at the moment, I have 218,534 words written for several different books, many of which have been pushed to the back burner for the time being. So, I figured I'd give you a little teaser from a few of them. Then, you can post in the comments below which one you're looking forward to most. How does that sound?

Okay... here goes. Keep in mind, these are unedited excerpts and they may or may not be included in the final book. Oh, and before I forget, most of the these are not safe for work, so read at your own risk. :)


Here's a little teaser from Speechless. I'm right at 50k words on this book and it is currently my main focus. I'm hoping to be finished in the next 10 days. :)

Taking a seat at his desk, Hudson moved the chair back enough so that Teague could stand between him and the desk. He motioned for him to come over while he kept his eyes locked on the kid. He got the feeling Teague was a little nervous, which belied everything Hudson knew about him. Then again, in recent days, he’d seen a different side of Teague, one he obviously didn’t show most of the world.
Before Teague could hop up on the desk, Hudson reached for him, gripping the back of his thighs and pulling him toward him. Once Teague straddled his lap, Hudson cupped his face and pulled him closer. He allowed their breaths to pass between them for only an instant before he couldn’t resist the urge to kiss Teague anymore. The soft moan that escaped the kid’s mouth made his dick jerk to attention. While he held Teague in place, Hudson feasted on him, making sure he showed him just how much he wanted him, how much he wanted this.
Although he could’ve easily made this about the blow job and nothing else, Hudson wanted more. A little bit of connection, something to show Teague that there was more to life than quick, casual encounters. Now, he wasn’t looking for too much, but a little kissing, some heavy petting… there was nothing wrong with that.
Long minutes passed before Hudson worked his hand into Teague’s shorts, fisting Teague’s cock in one hand while he cupped the back of Teague’s head with his other hand. This was the first time he’d actually touched Teague intimately and he savored the moment, memorizing the heft and weight, the silkiness of his shaft against his palm. The guy was so damned sexy, so eager… it was hard to maintain his control, but he managed. He didn’t want Teague pulling away just yet, so Hudson stroked him in rhythm with their tongues, enjoying the grunts and groans and erratic thrusts of Teague’s hips.
Knowing he had to maintain control, he urged Teague to his feet, then helped him out of his shorts while Teague pulled off his shirt. Ahh, yes. Just as impressive as he’d imagined. For a moment, Hudson took the time to admire the beautiful, naked man standing before him. His skin was smooth and sun-kissed, not a single thing marring it. No tattoos, no piercings, nothing that would reinforce some of that rebellious nature.

In a word, Teague was perfect and Hudson wanted to spend hours learning every contour with his tongue, but he knew this wasn’t the time or the place for that.



If you haven't read Reckless or Fearless yet, I highly suggest that you do. 











Okay, now for my untitled hockey WIP. I haven't yet decided which direction this book is going. I'm at 76k words right now and I'm up in the air on how this one will play out, so we'll have to wait and see.

As much as I would’ve liked laying Ellie out on the bar, I’m not about to risk someone looking in the window and seeing her. As far as I’m concerned, her body—at least for now—is only for my viewing pleasure.
Sliding my hands beneath her ass, I lift her off the bar, her legs still wrapped around me as I carry her to her office.
“My desk is kinda messy,” she whispers.
“No worries. It’ll only be uncomfortable for a little while. Ten minutes, tops,” I tell her.
“Way to woo a girl, Rush. Telling her you’ll be done in ten minutes,” she says with a chuckle.
“I didn’t say I would be done,” I clarify. “But I fully intend to make you come with my mouth in under ten minutes.”
Her sharp inhale makes my dick throb.
But that really is my plan. And then I intend to take her back to my place so I can spend the rest of the night making her come again and again.
Once in her office, I set her on the edge of her desk, then force her backward when I lean over her, fusing my mouth with hers. My hands return to her fantastic tits, kneading them gently as I eat at her mouth. My dick is rock fucking hard and no doubt I will have an indention from my zipper by the time we are finished, but this is about Ellie.
While I kiss her, I let my hands trail down her stomach to the button on her jeans. It isn’t long before I have worked them open and managed to pull them down to her thighs. She is bucking beneath me, attempting to get closer, which only makes my dick more eager.
“Not yet, little girl,” I whisper as I stand up and stare down at her.
Ellie truly is the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on. Even laid out on her desk, her shirt gone, bra open, jeans around her thighs… fuck, she makes me ache.
Sliding my hands up the inside of her thighs, I watch her as she writhes on the desk.
“Fuck, I need to taste you,” I tell her, my gaze drifting down to the barely-there red panties she is wearing.
I have to admit, I really like her choice in lingerie. I doubt I’ll ever be able to look at her again and not think about what she might possibly be hiding beneath her clothes.
Because I’m eager to get her back to my place, I set out to pleasure her, leaning over and pressing my lips to the soft, smooth skin beneath her navel. Leaving her panties in place, I graze them with my chin, then hook my finger along the elastic and shift them to the side.
Her pretty pink lips glisten in the overhead light. “You’re wet for me.”
Ellie nods, though she probably figures it isn’t a question.
“Kingston…”

Again, I love how eager she is, how she doesn’t mind begging for what she wants.




I can tell you that this spins off from A Million Tiny Pieces (if you recall, Phoenix Pierce owns a hockey team). So, if you haven't yet read this sexy menage, what are you waiting for? 









All right, how about a little bit from Distraction. I've been working on this for quite some time now (years, actually) and I'm a little over 41k words in. I'm still not content with the way this story is flowing, but I'll let you take a peek for yourself. 

“I need you,” he whispered against her mouth, his breath fanning her face. “Need. You.”
She didn’t respond. There was nothing to say. She recognized that need, that overwhelming desperation to do something that would make her feel whole again. At least for a little while.
Tugging at his T-shirt, she helped him to remove it before he worked on pushing her leggings down, her panties disappearing with them until she was standing naked between his solid body and the wall. Her fingers fumbled with the button on his jeans until she finally managed to release it, her lips grazing the hard planes of his smooth, bare chest, while he dug something out of his pocket.
The distinctive rustle of foil barely registered and she watched as he tore open the condom, forced his jeans and underwear down past his hips, then sheathed his long, thick cock. It wasn’t until he was lifting her off her feet so that she was practically wrapped around him that she realized this was really happening.
Her breath lodged in her throat when he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance only seconds before filling her completely in one desperate thrust of his hips.
“Dylan,” she cried out breathlessly, her fingers latching into his silky hair. Pain, sharp and bright, had her holding her breath. It’d been so long; her body took a moment to adjust to the thick intrusion. Then, just as quickly as it’d come, the discomfort disappeared, leaving nothing but glorious pleasure as he slid deeper. “Yes.”
Dylan pushed into her, her body stretching to allow the invasion.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, his voice rough. “Warm … wet … You feel so fucking good.”
Finding his mouth with hers again, Sara kissed him, wanting to get lost. No thought, no justification. No regret or remorse. No fear of what would happen after. Only the intense, overwhelming ecstasy of him filling her, his rough hands gripping her thighs as he held her against the wall, his hips thrusting forward and the glorious friction that ignited dormant nerve endings.
He impaled her, a slow, sensual grind at first. Then faster, harder, deeper. His hips driving forward, retreating, forward again. It wasn’t sweet, it wasn’t romantic, but she didn’t care. They were seeking release, both of them, and she knew there was no turning back now.
He never let up, fucking her wildly, the desperation that outwardly consumed them both nearly palpable in the still, warm air that surrounded them. Her body clenched around him, tightening, pulling him in and she knew she wasn’t going to last. Self-induced orgasms didn’t hold a candle to this.
“Dylan,” she panted. “Oh, please, yes. Don’t stop.”
Holding onto him, she sought his tongue with her own, her fingernails digging into his scalp as her body hummed with satisfaction. The waves of her release built, driving her higher until she was hovering on a razor sharp edge, eager to go over.
“Dylan … I’m … gonna …” She couldn’t complete the sentence before a firestorm of sensation consumed her, starting in her core and rippling outward in a ferocious rush as her orgasm crashed through her.
Dylan’s hips never stopped, his hands gripping her ass tightly as he continued to hold her, his fingertips digging into her flesh until …
He slammed into her one last time, his cock pulsing with his release, an animalistic roar vibrating from him. “Fuck. So good. So fucking good.”
And then the muscles in his body went rigid and it was over.
He held her close, breathing hard, his eyes tightly shut, chest heaving, his body trembling as he leaned into her. When Dylan dipped his face into the crook of her neck, she cupped the back of his head, holding him and pressing kisses against his cheek.
And that was when she realized … Dylan was crying.

Her heart broke for him. For herself. For lost love and shattered hearts. For that empty spot deep inside that felt as though it would only continue to be a dull, aching void without that one person who’d given you something to live for. Without them… it was just unbearable.



Some of you might recognize Dylan from Seduction (he is Ashleigh's brother), but he can also be seen in other Club Destiny books.








And last but not least, how about a little snippet from the Coyote Ridge Series. I started working on Jared's story before I wrote Curtis. Now that Curtis is finished, it seems as though this one is going to run wild. I'm excited to get back to it. At the moment, I'm roughly 10k words in. 

Jared spent a couple of hours dealing with paperwork he’d been putting off. Once that was done, he opted to head over to the mechanic shop to check on Ethan and Beau. When he got there, he found them arguing about an engine they were working on.
It wasn’t at all surprising to find the two of them having a heated discussion. Considering they were married and working together, Jared figured it was a wonder they were both walking without a limp. That much time spent with one person was more than should be allowed.
But who was Jared to interfere. The two men ran the shop like a well-oiled machine and rarely did they need him for anything. That in itself was a plus.
Clearing his throat, he waited until they turned to look at him, then he offered a smile. “Who’s winning?”
Ethan frowned and Beau grinned.
That was an easy answer.
“Y’all good?”
“Never better,” Ethan grumbled. “What’s up?”
“Nothin’. Just stoppin’ in.”
“Coffee?” Beau offered, wiping his hands on a rag and moving toward Jared.
“Sure.”
“So, really,” Ethan said, turning to face Jared after setting a wrench on one of the many tool boxes lining the wall, “what brings you by?”
It was true, Jared didn’t have to check on Ethan or Beau, but from time to time, he made a point to stop by anyway. They handled the maintenance and repair on all of the heavy equipment and vehicles for Walker Demo and their shop was probably the smoothest running of the entire business. Jared didn’t need to micromanage, but he still liked to make sure they knew he was there if they needed him.
“Do you know what Travis expects for this family reunion?” he blurted, figuring he might as well get right down to it.
Ethan smirked. “He task you with that?”
Jared nodded, then mumbled a thanks when Beau passed over a cup of coffee.
“Lucky you,” Beau said facetiously. “He tried to pin it on us, but we refused.”
Yeah, well… Jared figured he’d get to the point he regretted that he hadn’t, but for now, it gave him something to focus on. Not to mention, he couldn’t get that voice out of his head. Just the few minutes he’d spent on the phone with Hope Lambert, he’d been captivated by that sweet drawl.
Not that he intended to do anything about that.
The last fucking thing he needed in his life was a woman. He’d learned his lesson after the last one. His ex-wife had done a number on him. Not only had she been running around on him, she’d also broken the news to him that his son was not his son. Divorcing Sable had been easy, but losing Derrick… that short period of time he’d had to be without the little boy had damn near killed him. And after having to deal with Sable’s shit for months, Jared didn’t want anything to do with women or the shit storm they brought with them.
Shaking off the thought, he looked between the two men. “You know anything about Dead Heat Ranch?”
Ethan glanced at Beau, then shrugged. “Just what I heard from Cheyenne.”
“It’s a dude ranch, right?” Beau questioned.
“That’s the rumor,” Jared confirmed. “Chey mentioned Travis wants to stay for a week.”
“A week?” Ethan looked as though that was the most ludicrous thing he’d ever heard.
“Sounds reasonable,” Beau chimed in.
Ethan and Jared turned to glare at him.
“What?” Beau tossed his hands up. “A week on a ranch. Horses. No work. Man, seriously.”
             Okay, so when Beau put it that way, it didn’t sound terrible. 




If you haven't read Curtis yet, do so. Soon. I promise you won't regret it. 



Oh, and I highly suggest you read the Alluring Indulgence series and get caught up with all of the Walker brothers. You'll get to see a lot more of the Walker family and who will likely be making an appearance in the Coyote Ridge series.




Now, if you'd like, tell me which one you're excited about most. I'll keep working as I always do, but it'll be interesting to see which one you're most interested in reading about.