So, I did the unthinkable. The unimaginable! When I revised Sugar Daddy for the new release….I cut a couple sex scenes?

I know. What? Me? Who are these aliens who have taken over my libido, I mean my body. Surely not. Hell no. It cannot be!

​It is so ;).

Fear not! Here’s the cut. Enjoy.

***This scene comes with a super sexy warning. Remember in Chapter 16 when they’re night shrimping? The part you didn’t see. Warm ocean, Reardon naked in the waves, Shay, girl! What you waiting for?***

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“We didn’t bring—”

He pulled out two huge fluffy towels.

“I was gonna say bathing suits.”

“Even better.” His smile was wolfish.

The tide turned, racing spiritedly toward shore only to break in gentle wavelets. We headed back to the water, hand in hand. The creek grasses and old wooden trolley bridge glowed moonlight white, setting off a romantic scene. We crossed the shallows to a sandbar, sooty-soft underfoot and hoarding the warmth from the earlier sun.

Dropping his shorts at the last minute, he dashed into the inlet’s lazy ripples. “C’mon, darlin’, it’s warm.”

When he rose from the water, I took back my earlier thought. There was nothing finer than Reardon, in the moonlight, wet and inviting.


“That a challenge?” I called.

“Damn right.”

Undressing, I took my time all the way to the scraps of my bra and the nothingness of my panties. Every article of clothing discarded found him a few steps closer to shore until he ran at me, catching me in his arms. His kiss smothered my false cries of outrage as he raced back into the water.

“Mmm,” he hummed when my nipples floated bright and obvious through transparent fabric.

His fingertips pinched and released, commanding my breath as he drew the buds erect. I released the catch of my bra, baring my breasts to the pulls of his mouth. The ends of my hair spread by the current, my pussy wet by more than water.


Hot and hard, his length found me where my body boiled over. I eased my hands between us, inching his briefs over his glorious erection until the waistband snugged beneath his balls. “Here?”

“Now.”

There was nothing but a lacey string to pull aside and my fingers to guide him inside and oh, the feel of him filling me. Blazing on the outside, steely on the inside, his cock stretched me. Cool water eddied around us, licking my body while he lapped all over my breasts. I crossed my ankles at his backside, digging in as his thrusts forced moans from my mouth.

Held by Reardon’s hands on my ass, I came. He buried his face between my breasts, his raspy scruff and the thick rush of his release spurring me on until I rose above the waves, a keening mermaid.

Clinging to his shoulders against the drifting tide, I kissed him drowsily.

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Um, so. Yes?

​I wanted to say thanks for the support, the amazing love and reviews for Sugar Daddy! It’s my first self-pub and as a re-release I was nervous as hell. Y’all surpassed my expectations beyond belief! There’s more to come. I promise I am writing as fast as I can type.

SUGAR DADDY:

She needs a job. He wants a mistress. Hearts and contracts are bound to get broken.

Shay Greer is pure GRITS—a Girl Raised In The South–but nowhere near a demure southern belle. She’s looking for a way out of her broken down marriage when she lands an unexpected job offer she really should refuse. Position? Mistress. Fringe Benefits? Of course. Fraternization with sexy CEO Reardon Boone? Required.


Shay signs on, lured by the promise of intimacy missing from her failed marriage. She’s barely survived a hellish year of heartbreak and needs a fresh start. Little does she know a clean break is the last thing she’ll get with the mysterious millionaire.

Reardon sticks to his tried and true rules: no-strings-attached seduction, no messy emotions, absolutely nothing resembling a real relationship. This sassy, sultry woman fits the bill precisely…until she arouses more than his erotic appetite.

A shark in the boardroom and a lady killer in the bedroom, Reardon is as irresistible as he is unattainable. Shay falls hard, but his inability to love could tear them apart. She finds out that beneath Reardon’s seductive mask lies a man as tortured as she is.

New edition, January 2014


SUGAR DADDY ON AMAZON

You know where to find me! Links all up there. Like, share, comment, LOVE! Up next? It is the sexy spring of the Don’t Tell series. Cover reveals, short spinoffs, ON HER WATCH is coming at you on June 3rd.

​xoxo~

Here’s the deal (and okay, I’m speaking for myself using a general “we”): We’re not super-fabulous-glamorous. We aren’t living in huge dazzling mansions with maids and nannies and pool boys (Where oh where is mine? And hey, pool guy, if you’re out there, please be either Stuart Reardon or David Gandy. And also let’s pretend I actually have a pool). Some of us writers are super-cool and all-that in public, others are shy and intimidated by attention, and underneath it all–We Are Just Like You.

I have two cats, two daughters, a husband. I have a van (not a Porsche, alas, or even an uber-cool SUV) that currently has an oil leak. I have bills and health insurance concerns just like you. And homework to help with, laundry piling up, a house to clean. Oh lawd, the glamor is really gone now ;)! I also have hopes, hurts, triumphs, and what-the-hell-am-I-doing fears…same as you. And that can get really scary because my writing and my thoughts are out here in public where everyone can have an opinion and share it. YIKES!


When I get a bad review (and yes, I have had DNFs. Wait, don’t stop reading! I’ve also had lots of 4-5 stars! See, even now I just can’t let it slide…), I black it out. Scrub it with bleach. Wait for something better to happen, and keep writing. I have thin skin…just like you no matter how much I never show it.

But lemme tell you, one of the things that is totally-amazeballs-awesomesauce-incredible about all of this is you. I write because I hope to reach you at the end of it. And when that happens I feel totally blissed out and blessed.

I can’t tell you how freakin’ cool (And crazy! And wild!) it is to be (occassionally) fangirled! I get a huge thrill when someone messages me to tell me how much they liked my book. I do cartwheels (in my head, not *that* limber anymore) over every new like, share, add or good review. I also chuckle and shake my head because believe me, I’m going all ga-ga over YOU just as much.

So in this month of being Thankful, I am thankful for you. You help me ride the rough waves and the hard times and the ‘am I doing this right?’ jags.

Show some huge love to your favorite authors this month, and tell me what you’re thankful for.

Watching the boob tube can make you a better writer.

Okay, what? I’m serious. Anyone who’s spent time with me knows most TV for me is a massive no-no. The reason is I’m easily sucked in and I find it a huge time-waster in general. However, when I need to buzz-out, let my brain relax, do a little chillaxing, you can find me channel surfing.

Yesterday morning, I skipped across amc, I clicked forward, then back. I lingered. I longed for more. I’d hit a Hell on Wheels marathon. Aside from leaving the house for a few hours for a much overdue haircut (picture me looking like Rod Stewart with an extra mop-top on his head), some errands, and faking the housework, I was glued to the tube all day long and half the goddamn night.

Well, hello, Anson Mount aka Cullen Bohannon

Why? Well, that’s the question. It’s just like reading outside your genre, exploring outside your designated safety-net. This TV series is a frickin’ goldmine of epic elements! Here’s what happens when great people screenwrite, and what we can do in romance:

1. Amazing setting. In this instance it’s the old West and the construction of the transcontinental railroad, focusing on the makeshift town–Hell on Wheels–which trails the railroad line. Something to borrow from any well-conceived movie or show is the importance of visualization, and writing your story as if it is already on the big screen. Think about the cinematography!
2. Rich character development (over seasons, in other words for us writers, over the series)
3. Femme in distress turns shit around and takes charge <—win
4. Plot: watch for pacing and cliffhangers, charged moments interspersed with less emotionally fraught scenes
5. Good guy goes bad, bad guy goes good
6. The dialogue of awesome–from funny to deadly to seductive–in as few words as possible
7. And every-freaking-thing can turn on a dime. And it should.​

Because I spend so little time taking time off, I’m a pretty discerningperv  watcher. In the past year I’ve devoured Sons of Anarchy and Walking Dead. I tried Breaking Bad for two seasons but there was no sexy and the only character I connected to was Hank. So…I go for dirty, explosive, insane awesome writing/plot….and zombies, of course. Am I taking notes and scribbling ideas while I watch? You bet your sweet asses I am.

I guess I’m a goner for a Rebel Son with a six-shooter. Final word on Hell on Wheels, I’m  in love with this brand from head to toe: Outlaw. Gunslinger. Boss. BOOM! Seriously, amc’s got it going on and I want some of that.

PS: It’s a million muggy degrees outside in the lowcountry tonight, but that makes sense, because IN HIS COMMAND–my hot, gritty male-male novel–launches Tuesday! And I know you want some of that action.

​So tell me, what TV series do you stop everything for?