Embarrassing Encounter

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All She Ever Wanted focuses on Marc Dentin, whose relationship with Amber Johnson is revealed in a shocking way.  Amber is a server at Marc's country club, and fraternizing with members is definitely a no-no.

“Come on; the coast is clear.”

“Are you serious? What if we get caught?”

“Who cares? I’ve been dying to do this all day.” The young executive pulled
Amber Johnson into the Men’s Locker Room and kissed her hungrily.

Her backside connected with the row of steel lockers. “Ouch,” she whimpered
against his lips.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, as he swung her around and backed her toward the
overstuffed couch. “Kenny Baker told me about this being in here. With you
working double shifts, and Dad shuttling me from city to city, we haven’t been
together in two weeks. So unless you can leave with me tonight for Atlanta,
darling girl, pull down those pants and let me love you.” He unclipped his belt
and lowered his khaki slacks and black boxer-briefs to his ankles.

“You’re so romantic,” she giggled. But off came the server’s apron and black
uniform pants. “He’s sending you to Atlanta? For how long?”

His warm hands slipped inside the thin straps of her hot pink thong and
tugged it down her hips and thighs. “I don’t know.” He knelt and pressed his lips
to the glistening folds of her pussy. “You shaved it again? God that’s so sexy.” He
traced the tiny strip of auburn curls with his tongue.

Her knees wobbled. “I never know lately when you’ll be home, so I’ve stayed
prepared.” She closed her eyes as the familiar ache began to spread. He was
right; between him inheriting the reins at his father’s company, and herself
pulling double-duty in the kitchen and as a server, the separation seemed
endless. “Marc….”

He stood, kicking his pants aside. Scooping her up and depositing her on the
lumpy couch, his cock found its way inside her warm pussy. “Aaaahh—I’ve
missed you,” he sighed, sliding his hands up her shirt to knead her breasts.

She arched her back as she reached for her climax, welcoming his thrusts
and anticipating the pace.

“What on Earth?” A shocked male voice echoed off the walls as the lights
flooded the sparsely decorated room.

“Oh, my God!"

"Dad!"

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"My Boyfriend's Back..."

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Each day, I'll post a snippet or quip from any of the 'boyfriends' in any of my six books.  All you have to do is show up, comment, and enter the Rafflecopter givaway.  What do you win from me?  Probably a $5 GC from amazon.  Or your choice from my back list.  Just tell me which hero of the day you find the most fascinating, LOL!

Wild At Heart has not one, but four special guys in it:  Steve, the ex-NBA star/ex-con who is trying to turn his life around and win back his 1st love;

Brad, who travels to Denver, Colorado to invest in a small company and wins the heart of a feisty cowgirl;

Robert, a sexy cowboy who was involved with the lady boss until Brad showed up;

And Gavin, whose investment company brought Brad to town.  His romance with the ranch cook was held very much on the down-low, but who says romance is for only the young?

Steve:
“I’m just going to say this.” His voice sounded rough. “I love you. You’re the one thing that kept me going, that kept me from going to ‘Prison Tech 101’. After I got clean, I decided I was going to do whatever it took to serve my time, and get a respectable job, all so I could win you back.” He cleared his throat. “God, Ange…I swear to you…that one dose of speed fucked up my future, but I’m not going to let it fuck up the rest of my life. I’m staying with Josh; I’ve got my driver’s license, tomorrow I’m buying a car. And my parole officer’s trying to help me get a good job, so I can afford my own place.”

Brad, Emma, Gavin:

“Brad’s almost finished shaving. He’ll be out in a minute.” She settled into the chair opposite his and sipped her coffee.

Gavin pushed a basket of doughnuts her way. “Here. I saw your truck this morning, and brought you some breakfast.”

Emma laughed when she recognized Nora’s Longaberger basket. “So I wasn’t the only one out late?” She curved her lips into a sly smile.

“The only one with the sense to return to his own bed before getting caught,” he retorted. “And I don’t sing Rock Star in the shower.”

“You heard that, huh? Brad likes to listen to the radio, and we both like Nickleback.” She defended their impromptu duet.

“The sheep heard you and decided to stay up in the mountains longer."

Robert:

“Does he love you?” Another nod. “Well then, the best thing for me is to bow out. I can’t compete if the feeling’s mutual.” Bob finished the job for her and placed the saddle on its shelf. “Come here.” He enfolded her in his arms and held her. “I won’t say it’s going be easy for me, handing you over to another man. In all fairness, the closest you ever came to expressing any affection for me was ‘Fuck, you’re fantastic’, and the time you nearly made me deaf with all your screaming.” He tipped her head up. “But if you love him, and he makes you happy, well, I’m okay with that. But if he hurts you, he’ll have to answer to me.”

Nora/Gavin:

“Love is funny, you fall into it when you least expect it.” Nora sighed. “I suspect you know about Gavin by now.”

Emma nodded. “I thought maybe you two were an item last fall, because he kept coming to dinner. And then the other day, he had fresh doughnuts in your favorite basket.”

“Another example of illogical feelings. He lives and works two hours away, but during late spring to early fall, he’s up here every weekend, or even a week or two at a time. But it suits us just fine.” Nora patted her knee. “And if we ever retire, we’re going to live quite comfortably in his cabin.”

“He’s already asked you?”

“Sweetheart, I told him. Gavin’s too shy to ask.”

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And The Winner Is....(Drum Roll...)

Hope everyone had a wonderful weekend!  I had a nice relaxing one, playing with my new phone and learning how to text (keyboard instead of T-9), take pictures, and even answer the damn thing.  I'm not recognizing my ring tone just yet, lol!

What?  Oh, you want to know who the winner is from the weekend?  I have the answer right here, according to Random.org....

(drum roll).....

Tamara Hoffa 

JoAnna:)

I will be emailing both of you in the next 24 hours.  And feel free to check the comments from the weekend; I addressed each and every one of you:)  Thank you for playing and see you at the next hop!

SCP Contemporary Blog Hop 2014:)

Welcome to the annual SCP Contemporary Blog Hop!  You've arrived at Kenzie's Place, the home of the unpredictable ramblings of Kenzie Michaels, who currently has sexy aliens telling her their stories!  First of all, to continue the tour, click here for more authors who remembered to get their posts up by midnight last night!  Yes, I'm late to the party....

Did you know I have TWO contemporary romances with SCP?

Appetite For Desire was published back in July 2011 and follows the antics of  Courtney Bright, who discovers the sexy man who picked her up the night before in a bar is not only the son of one of the more affluent customers at the country club where she works, but she's also fond of his young children.  Yes, Dustin is divorced.  Courtney ends up being his father's personal chef when she has to fill in at the last minute, and sets off a chain of events which prompt Dustin to investigate his father's finances.  She also champions Dustin's young daughter against some unkind pre-teens during a birthday party.

Here's the scene where they meet again after their first night together.

She tried one of the apples and spit it out into a napkin.

“Are you ill or do you just not like the taste of your own cooking?” an amused voice said.

Courtney whirled around. Nancy had chided her several times for tasting the food. Now she’d been caught red-handed.

“I was just seeing if I’d learned to like baked apples yet.” Just act brave… “Dustin?”

“Courtney?” Dustin’s eyes were wide. “I just came in to thank you for sending more food out and to let you know how much we enjoyed it. Looks as if you’ve enjoyed it as well.” He indicated the chicken carcass, the leftover sauce in the measuring cup, the remnants of the rice and vegetables, and raised an eyebrow at her.

Trying to stay calm, she went for the direct approach. “I don’t serve anything I wouldn’t eat myself. Except, of course, for the dishes I don’t personally like.”

“Does this happen often? Not liking certain foods, I mean?” He leaned against the counter and crossed his arms.

She met his gaze squarely. “Not often. Then I just trust other people’s judgment.” She felt her knees shake and told herself it had nothing to do with his golden brown eyes.

Tyler chose that moment to return with an armful of dirty plates. “Oh, excuse me, sir. We’re just about finished.”

“That’s fine. Just paying my compliments to the chef.” He turned and exited the room.

Courtney sagged against the stove. Tyler looked bewildered. “What did I miss, Court?”

“Nothing. He just caught me spitting out a piece of apple.” Courtney shook her head and helped Tyler scrape the leftovers into the trash. “I just hope he doesn’t report me.”

“He shouldn’t. He was out there joking with his kids. And Mr. James was impressed with the fact you sent out seconds,” Tyler opened the dishwasher.

“If that wasn’t Mr. James, then who was that?” Courtney wondered.

Tyler shrugged. “The son? The younger kids called him ’Dad’ and Mr. James ‘Grandpa’, so it has to be his son.”

Courtney sighed. “At least it wasn’t anyone I recognized from the club. Maybe I won’t get in trouble.” 

If you've ever wondered where writers get their ideas, Wild At Heart has got to be the strangest inspiration story I've ever had.  I was driving down the street to visit my MIL when a news blurb about prison reform caught my ears.  Suddenly a strange voice in my brain said, "That's me!  Write my story.  I'm trying to prove to my hometown I've changed, but no one will believe me."

I had to silence him, since it would be at least an hour until I returned home, so he continued to bug me until I had the time to write.  Once I began writing, though, it took a strange turn.  Instead of just being a sweet story about a man released from prison reconnecting with an ex-girlfriend, two more characters entered the story.  Half the book ended up being set in Estes Park, Colorado, and the entire plot is more about how the lives of four people are forever changed over the course of six days.  I hope you enjoy it; Brad and Emma's antics in Colorado have spawned a sequel, which I'm still attempting to write (aliens took over my brain in November, lol!).  Steve and Angie's story is a reunion, and overcoming fear.

Steve and Angie:
“You don’t have to be scared of me, baby,” he cajoled, shoving his hands back in his hip pockets.  “You’re all I’ve ever thought about the entire time.  What we had and what I threw away…”

Angie found her voice and her anger at the same time.  “We had a good friendship and I trusted you,” she said, her voice getting firmer as she spoke.  “You broke into my home.…you tried to steal the TV, for god’s sake!  Not to mention my stereo.”  She slapped her hands on the counter.  “Do you know how hard it was for me to sleep after that?  I can’t even sleep now, unless I know every single door and window is locked tight.  You took away my security, my self-respect….and you think you just made a mistake?”  She moved around from behind the counter and rounded on him.  Smack!  She balled her fist and punched him in the face.  Shaking her stinging knuckles, she slapped him across the other cheek with the opposite hand, and poked a finger in his chest, not even noticing he was stepping backwards.
“How dare you come into my shop, my business, and spout your prison counselor’s platitudes,” she said hotly.  “I am over you, Steve.  Get that? Over!  So get out of here and leave me the hell alone.”  By this time, they’d reached the door, with Steve blindly reaching for the doorknob, rubbing his sore face. “Angie, honey…”
“I am not yours anymore, now get out.”  Angie gave him a push which sent him sprawling through the doorway just as he managed to open it.  
            
“You haven’t seen the last of me,” he thundered back at her.  “I try to make amends, but no; you won’t listen, as usual!”  He threw her one last angry look and rubbed his jaw again before stomping down the sidewalk.

Angie slammed the door so hard the bell above the door fell off, narrowly missing her head.  She sagged against the door frame and stuffed her fist in her mouth, sinking to the floor as she gave into the tears.  She sat there for several minutes, shaking so violently her feet tapped on the bare floor.  Gradually, the tears ceased, and the realization of what she’d done gave her courage again.  She hadn’t run from him. She’d actually thrown him out of her store…. Laughter welled up inside of her as she remembered him practically cart wheeling out the door.  Drying her cheeks with her shirttail, she slowly got to her feet and poured herself a cup of coffee to drive the sudden chill from her body.  Curling her hands around the Styrofoam cup for warmth, she was struck by another thought.  What if he brought charges against her?  He’d already filed a complaint against the café…

“Too late to worry about that now.”

****
Brad and Emma:
“Brad! Just the person I was looking for,” Gavin called. “This is Frank’s niece, Emma. Em, this is the financial wizard I was telling you about.”

Brad smiled warily at her as he slid onto the stool next to her at the counter, placing his sack of presents on the floor. “I wouldn’t call myself a wizard, but I can certainly help with anything needed.”

“You!” Emma’s bloodshot eyes narrowed. “Are you snooping around my family’s business? We’re not about to knuckle under to pressure; I’ll fight with everything I have to hang onto the place.”

“Emma! Relax,” Gavin restrained the girl as she swiveled, preparing to launch herself out of her seat. “What’s gotten into you?”

Brad sat back, hands raised.

“He came into the shop, asking questions.” Emma blew out her breath. “And now he waltzes in here and you expect me to just turn everything over to him? Let me go, Gavin.”

“You’ve jumped to conclusions again, girl.” Gavin swung her around and hugged her to his broad chest. “All I said was to let a pair of fresh eyes look at the books and see if he can spot where Ethan’s getting the money.”

“You mean losing it,” came a muffled sob.

Again, I apologize for being late with this post.  See anything you like?  Leave me a comment with your email addy and answer this question:  What food was Courtney sampling in the kitchen?  I'll throw all names in the hat and pick a winner for a free download of either book.  Let me know if you prefer Kindle, Nook, or PDF.

Have a nice weekend!

SCP Turns 3 Years Old:)

Rules are simple:  Start either here or over at the SCP Blog and go to each of the 24 authors listed.  Collect the letters and unscramble them (you're spelling out Secret Cravings Publishing, how simple is that?), then email your answer to reviewcoordinator@secretcravingspublishing.com  I think you're supposed to include which author's site where you found each letter.

Aside from the individual authors' special prizes, SCP has some great prizes to offer too
Grand Prize- iPad
2First Place- Kindle HDX
Second Place- $50 SCP gift certificate
Third Place- $25 SCP gift certificate
So what are YOU giving away, Kenzie?

I'm so happy you asked!  

But first, a little known fact about me:  My 6th birthday is Feb 5th, the day we award prizes. So what better way to celebrate my 'birthday' than to award someone a special prize?

Normally, I give away a free download of my books.  So you'll get a copy of Wild At Heart, or if you've already read it, then you can select one of my others.  But would you also like to receive a special souvenier from Colorado?  Yes; I brought back some goodies with me, like pens, a notepad, and maybe even a keychain.  It's been several months since I looked at what I brought back, so forgive me if I can't cite the exact prizes.

What do we have to do to win this special prize?

Easy.  Answer this question:

What is the name of Emma's ranch?  I suggest you stop by the WAH Excerpt page.

Contest runs from now until the end of the month:)

"I'd Like To Thank The Academy-I Mean, My Publisher..."

I've been chosen to be this week's SCP Author-of-the-Week!  How exciting!  That means....contest time!  At the end of the week, I'll choose a lucky commenter (okay; you know I'll choose two!) to win their choice of our 9 combined books on the SCP website.  Don't forget to leave your contact info in the comment section!

Here's where I (we) can be found this week:

Yesterday 1/12:  Melissa Keir

Monday 1/13:  Me (here), Molly's Musings, and Shannon West

Tuesday 1/14:  Cynthia Arsuaga

Wed 1/15:  Amber Skyze

Thurs 1/16:  Tricia Anderson

Friday 1/17:  Nina Pierce

See you around, and don't forget to check back for your name on Friday!

HDH #33

Welcome to Pt 2 of  the scene on Molly's blog:)  It's simply a continuation.  Enjoy:)

“Randi...what happened to us?”

           

  “I...don’t know...”she whispered.  She tore her gaze away from his, responding to the emotions he was still able to bring out in her.  “Brian, why are you telling me this?” she quietly asked, confused.

           

He stood up and went to sit beside her.  He slid his arm around her shoulders, feeling her stiffen, then gradually relax.  “I’ve always had a high opinion of you, and I’ve always been able to talk to you.  Hell, right now you know more about my frustrations and high points than my own family, or even John!  Denise just sees the benefits, but...you’re getting the whole picture.”

            

She started to speak, but he stopped her.  “No, let me finish.  Am I wrong in assuming whenever you have something bothering you, you call John, because you can’t call me?”

            

She smiled and blushed, leaning her head agaist his strong shoulder.  “No, you’re right.  You’re the first person I want to call if something’s wrong, or just good news.  But I didn’t feel right, calling you, now that you’re married.  So I call John, hoping he’ll cheer me up, or at least drop some news about you.”

            

“That’s what I thought.”  He breathed a sigh of relief.  “What I’m trying to say is, I’m tired of fighting my feelings for you.  One thing I’ve always admired you for is your loyalties to people.  A couple of years ago, when John was being an ass toward you, you let me have it when I suggested you ditch him and sleep with me instead.”

            

“That’s right,” she stated firmly.  “You’re married, Brian.  I don’t care what your circumstances...I don’t sleep with married men.  No matter how screwed up their marriages are!”

            

“And I admire you for sticking with it,” he tried again.  “But you’ve got to admit...we only had that one time.  I haven’t slept with Denise in over a year.”

            

“What the hell are you trying to say?” she jerked away from him and looked him in the eye.  “I will not have an affair with you!”

            

“I’m not suggesting that,” he placated her, grasping her hands in his.  “I just want to see you more often than whenever Fate has us in the same damn town.  I want you to tell me that it’s okay for me to call you when I’m in the city; I want to make an effort to see you more often.  Maybe even take you to lunch once in a while.”

            

“So...what you’re saying is, you want to see me once a week, maybe do lunch...all for the sake of maintaining a friendship?”

            

“Exactly.”  He flashed his dazzling smile at her.  What the hell...you’ve come this far.  In a low, silky voice, he continued, “I’d still like to sleep with you again, but you’ve told me in no uncertain terms ‘no’, so I’ll just have to be content with seeing you, talking to you face-to- face, instead of maybe catching a glimpse of you every three years.”  He raised her hand to his lips and softly kissed her knuckles.

            

“No strings?” she said huskily, her fingers on fire where his lips had been.

            

“No strings, no committments...no one gets hurt,” was his reply as he kissed her other hand.

            

She pondered the question as she turned around, wrapping his arms around her waist and settling back against his chest.  Am I strong enough for this?  Seeing him once a week would be wonderful, and I know it’s probably just a line married guys use, but this is Brian!  You want to be with him, admit it!  And none of the guys who have asked you out even come close to measuring up to him!  So just have fun with it; spend a little time with him every week, and get to know Brian the man, instead of Brian the boy whose body you crave.  Maybe in time, you’ll decide you don’t want him, after all!  Yeah, right.  And maybe he’ll divorce Denise in the process...or maybe pigs will fly...

            

Brian’s lips on her ear brought her back to reality.  She closed her eyes and inhaled his fresh scent, and a fierce longing welled up inside her.  She wrenched away and stood up, tears forming in her eyes.  Brian also stood, and went to wrap his arms around her again.  What happened?  All I did was kiss her ear...maybe she’s going to refuse, after all.  I can’t push her...  “Randi,” he whispered.

            
All of a sudden, she turned in his arms.  “All right.”