And The Winner Is....

(drum roll).....

Amber!

And since I had such an overwhelming response, I picked another one.

Janice!

Congratulations ladies:)  I'll be emailing your book shortly.

Thanks to all who participated and have a Merry Christmas!

Molly's 2nd book will be re-released hopefully next week, so check her blog for details:)

It's Here! It's Here! It's Here!

I was beginning to think this day would NEVER arrive!  But today's the day and one lucky commenter will win their own hot-off-the-conversion-file pdf copy:)

Enjoy!


Taking a firm grip on her courage, she drove to his driveway and walked up to the porch. Her resolve weakened after she knocked on the door. This is stupid. You haven’t acted this way in over fourteen years. What’s he going to think about you showing up at his house and demanding he take you to bed? Is that how a grown woman with two children acts? Grow up, Tammy! Besides, the man should do the pursuing, not the other way around! Oh really…and what about equal rights? Don’t I have the right to demand sex just like men do?

Her internal war vanished when Kevin opened the door and swept her into his arms, closing the door behind them.

“You have driven me crazy for three days. The problem can wait. I’ve been wanting to kiss you ever since Saturday.” His tongue swept across the corners of her mouth, and, with a sigh, Tammy melted against him, answering his hunger with her own.

She tugged at his sweatshirt, wanting to run her hands up his hairy chest and over his rippling muscles. He worked it over his head, looking surprised when she threw off her own sweatshirt and pressed his naked torso to hers. He groaned and lifted her up, carried her to the bedroom, and left a trail of clothing behind.

“What brought this on?”

She peeled his athletic pants to his ankles. “I’m horny and pressed for time. And it’s all your fault.” She sank to her knees to take his length in her mouth.

                                            * * * *

“Horny and pressed…” his thoughts went out the window; the suction caused him to forget everything but her delectable mouth and tongue.

He buried his fingers in her loose hair, gathered it up, and massaged her scalp.  “Tammy…sweetheart…”

He tugged her head back and lifted her, positioning her on the bed. He kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue and reciprocated, spreading her legs wide. Her naked pussy glistened with moisture; he slipped a finger into her slick entrance, hearing a faint cry of pleasure. He added two more digits, and her muscles clenched. He leaned forward, stroked her petals with his tongue, and lapped at her clit.  She came in a rush and cried out his name. When the initial tremors faded, he removed his fingers and snaked his tongue inside. Her moans increased. Kevin eased upwards and slid his cock inside. He intended to tease her and take it slow, but she grabbed him, and his dick slammed inside her to the hilt. She screamed. He backed off and plunged again. She obviously wanted it hard and fast. Kevin bucked himself forward several times, certain he was hurting her, but she either didn’t care or didn’t notice it. Finally, Kevin’s own passion peaked, and he emptied himself inside her, feeling as though her contractions would snap his cock in two. He collapsed beside her, cupped her generous breasts, and kissed her, loving the damp warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Why is it all my fault?” He rolled her nipples between his fingers.

“Because…you’ve unleashed something inside me. Something that’s been lying dormant for the past several years. Oh, God,” she sighed as his fingers glided down to her clit again. She shifted onto her back and spread her legs wide. “Oh, God, Kevin…I’ve felt like something was missing all weekend.”

“Something missing?” He propped himself up on an elbow and continued to watch her reaction to his easy exploration between her thighs. “Like what?”

“Your cock.” She reached up and kissed him, throwing her leg over his hip. “Make love to me again?”


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One More Day!

Back in 2003, I met a young man at a ball game.  He bore a startling resemblance to my Soul Mate, and since I'm a (cough) happily married woman, I controlled my urge to openly ogle him.  I had taken my kids to baseball practice, and decided to watch the girls' softball game while I waited.

Imagine my surprise when Mr. Hotness came up the bleachers and sat beside me, talking to the Math teacher in front of me.  I wondered if he was the boyfriend of one of the softball players; a teacher; or just a student.  Since I knew the Math teacher, I felt comfortable listening to their conversation.

And that's when the conversation turned to educational standards.  Mr. Hotness mentioned he'd taught in Florida; great!  This made him a colleague, since I worked at the school.  I asked him what part of Florida he was from, and the answer?

"Tampa-St. Pete."

Oooooohhh!  My summer home!  I mentioned my connection to the area, and we had a wonderful conversation.  And then reality set in.


"Mom?  Can I have some money for the concession stand?"  My eight-year-old daughter tugged at my sweatshirt.

I told her to go find her father and turned back to the two men.

But he refused to talk to me after that.  I spent the rest of the time watching the game silently drooling over his profile until it was time to leave.

Fast-forward to October.

I'm now five months pregnant with my youngling.  I was looking for my son's Social Studies classroom and walked into the wrong one.  The teacher took me across the hall and there was Mr. Hottie!   I literally spent the next few minutes listening to him rave about my son while half my brain was screaming to lock the door and have my way with him!  I left that conference praying I sounded like a coherent adult parent instead of a raving hormonal teenager with her first crush!

Fast-forward again to October 2007:
I had decided to try NaNoWriMo for the first time and the authors I was chatting with on a daily basis encouraged me to spice up my sex scenes.  I decided to fictionalize the above scenario at the ball field and imagine what would have happened if I was single and he was interested:)

I sent off the first few pages to see if the heat level was 'hot' enough; the answer a resounding 'YES!  Keep going!'

And so Teacher's Pet was 'born'.

So there's the story behind the story; come back tomorrow for an excerpt and release day party info!

Checking in.....

My alter-ego's been deep in her editing cave, and I've finally been able to poke my head out to breathe!  In case you missed it, I did post my Best. Appetizer. Ever over at the Writer's Evo blog and nearly blew up the blog with 18 comments!  Thanks to everyone who stopped by!  This week's topic is the year-end check of New Year's Resolution/Goals.  So stop by the Evo on Sunday; I'll try to wrangle the computer again on Friday or Saturday.

Right now, I'm in the midst of holiday baking.  Molly's through with her 1st round of edits, so today we're baking cookies and going to pop into Amber's chat over at LRC.  And maybe she'll let me post a little promo for Teacher's Pet, which arrives in six short days:)  You can pre-order it here, and I've already got a party planned, plus karaoke next Wednesday.  So watch for details!

In the meantime, I'm about to embark on a sugar high, until Molly's editor send her back to the cave.  Hopefully round #2 won't take as long!

My Inner Demons

Forgive me; I saw the topic for this week and all of a sudden Fleetwood Mac's 'My Little Demon' is going through my brain!

Okay; focus, Kenzie....what demons follow me around?

Wait; maybe I need to introduce myself?  I'm Kenzie Michaels; my stories are on the tame side of the Adult Contemporary Romance genre; and currently three books are published, with a fourth due out any day now and two more pending.  I've known most of the other writers of this blog for several years, and have a confession:  I've been writing my own essays each week and following their blog topics in hope that one day I might be invited to 'fill in' or even invited to join.  And voila!  Here I am, to brighten up your Sunday afternoon.

So with that out of the way, back to my demons:

a)  Demon of insecurity.  I've never been comfortable in social settings unless I had a friend along, but I've noticed that in the past several years I'm finally comfortable in my own skin.  I'm not sure if maturity has suddenly caught up to me, or it's the influence of a good friend, but I've been singing karaoke now for a year.  The first time I stood up, my knees shook and I held the microphone too far away from my mouth.  But last week, I had no problems singing duets with people and not caring how I sounded.  I'll even tell the karaoke goddess, "Don't applaud that!  I was horrible!" and graciously accept the thanks of those who cheer my name!

Insecurity also rears his head when I receive edits or cover art.  I'd rather have a second opinion if I'm not sure how to fix a scene, or disagree with my editor.  And the same goes for cover art; I've only had two covers which I 'knew' were the right ones.  And I'm grateful for friends who take time out of their busy schedules, since I still consider myself a 'newbie'.

b)  Demon of head-hopping.  Back in 2007, when I discovered the joys of networking with other authors, I also learned the rules had changed, considering how scenes were constructed.  I wrote in the style of my favorite books:  Danielle Steele, Judith McNaught, Kathleen Woodiwiss.  Now all of a sudden it's a no-no to switch POV's in the middle of the scene.  I still struggle with this, though I'm getting better.

c)  Demon of not speaking up/confrontation/defending myself:  This is a biggie.  I'm a people-pleaser who dislikes confrontation.  And I'm married to a man who likes to raise his voice.  A lot.  So I tend to let him have his say, and then fume about it, especially if I think he's wrong.  And the times I do argue back, my problem is overcoming his objections.  I saw this when I tried sales; I've never been good at persuading strangers to buy something they don't want.  I've had some high-pressure salesmen talk me into buying things, but I didn't enjoy them afterward.  When I buy something, it's because I WANT it, not because I want to shut someone up.

The demon I have conquered?  The 'yes' demon.  I'm more comfortable telling people 'No; I'm too busy.'


So what about you?

Did I Mention I Like Reader Comments?

This just made my day!!!!

"I love the Kenzie Michaels books I have had the pleasure of reading and found it very interesting what you do when your book is released.  I think the least you should do is the chocolate part...who doesn't deserve chocolate when you release a new book?  Seriously, I like the synopsis of Teacher's Pet and will definitely be buying it."

A hearty THANK YOU!

Guest Blogging and Epic Fail Part 2....

First of all, I'm over at Tina Donahue's blog, and there's a sneak peek at the upcoming Teacher's Pet posted, so come by and say hi?  Please?

Secondly, when I reposted what I thought was one of my funniest Epic Fails, I failed to recall another one.  Ever get a message and totally misunderstand the instructions?  This happened in college, and all I can say is, thank God the guy was patient!

Aug 1986:
For a little background info:  My roommate and I had stored our belongings at a friend's house, since we were attending the summer session a few weeks later.  In late June, when we arrived to pick them up, our friend met me at the door and told me one of his friends wanted to get in touch with me.  The name wasn't familiar, but as I was between boyfriends at the time, I told him to have him call me.

And for three weeks, no phone call, so I put him out of my mind.

My roommate and I had taken jobs at a local restaurant, and split the shifts during the week.  She took M/W; I took T/Th, and on Fridays, I worked in the kitchen while she bussed tables and vice versa on Saturday.  We weren't old enough to wait tables, since this was also a bar.

Anyway, one day I came in from class/dinner/playing Euchre (don't really remember!) and E met me at the door with a phone number.

"He gets off work at 5 and wants you to call him."  It was the friend of my friend.

E was getting ready to head to work (it was Wednesday), so after she left, I looked at the clock.  Nearly 5, so I decided to give the guy time to get home and settle in before I called.

6pm:  I dialed with semi-shaking hands.  And turns out he'd left a message for me to call at 5, and had just spent the past hour thinking I was uninterested in him.  I told him the reason behind the delay, and he laughed.

"I was going to invite you over for dinner, but I went ahead and ate.  What are you doing tomorrow?"

I explained my work schedule.  "So not to sound arrogant or anything, but if you want to meet me, it would have to either be tonight or you'll have to wait until Sunday."

We also talked about how he knew me, and when he described who he thought I was, he was dead wrong. I'd never worn a beret in my life, and the last time I'd worn knickers was in the 6th grade.  So now he was even more curious as to what I looked like!

"How about I finish up some things around here and come get you in an hour?  We'll go out for ice cream."


"Sounds good to me."  We hung up.

An hour goes by and my phone rings.  My room was the first room past the lobby doors, so I asked him if he was facing the wall with the phone or the front desk.

"The wall; why?"

I opened my door and stepped out into the hall.  "Turn to your left and look through the door window.  I'm the one waving at you.  Have you ever seen me before?"  He certainly didn't look familiar!

"No; I don't think so.  Do you still want to get ice cream?"


"You bet.  Give me two seconds to hang up and grab my keys."

We went out for an enjoyable evening and had a wonderful six-month relationship, marred by only three misunderstandings.

-He was newly divorced, so I assumed he wasn't ready for a serious relationship.  I found out later he'd instantly flipped over me and assumed since I was ten years younger, I couldn't possibly feel the same way about him.  So we never expressed our true feeling for each other until it was too late.

-It was during this turmoil that I accidentally cheated on him, which caused us to be miserably apart for 5 weeks.  He was taking a night class at the university, and one of my friends in my 9am class was also in his class, so every M/W/F she'd greet me with 'Did you talk to him?/He's miserable without you/' 


'He ended it; he needs to make the first move.'


'Funny, he says the same thing about you!'

So finally when I received my graduation notice, I took a firm grip on my courage and called him, fully expecting to either get the machine or have him hang up the minute he heard my voice.  But he picked up.....and we talked.  And talked.  And he ended up coming to get me and I spent the weekend with him.

-After we'd been apart two months after graduation, I missed him so much, I got clingy.  And it basically drove him into the arms of another woman, who married him six months later, only to divorce him when SHE graduated.  And in 1990, he and I were back on friendly terms, only this time HE was living with someone.  When I happened to be in town one day, I stopped by to see him.

'Y'know, V's getting ready to move out.  If this had been next week, our reunion would NOT be taking place in my living room.  We'd be in there.'  He pointed down the hall.

I went home and thought about it.  Two weeks later, I called him to see how he was doing.

"Hey, congratulate me:  I'm getting married!"


"You are?  Congratulations!'  (Well, I guess that means I don't need to ask off for the weekend...).Turns out his girlfriend had changed her mind and once again, my decision to give him more time had backfired.

Fast-forward to 2006.  I'm married; he's married.  My family ended up moving back to town.  Some mutual friends showed up at Christmas and wanted me to go with them to see him.  I declined, since my hubby knew him but didn't particularly like him.  I figured it's a small town; surely I'd run into him somewhere!  I did send him a postcard announcing my book signing in Evansville in 2008, and put a personal note, asking him to attend.  And when he didn't, I took that as a sign he had no desire to renew our friendship.

And three weeks ago, I received the sad news he'd passed.  Last week, I met his 6th wife and we actually hit it off.  She knows some of the people I knew back in 1986, and was able to fill me in on everyone's happenings.  She misses him, as do I.  I regret the missed opportunities, but as I told her, I have some wonderful memories of the time I spent with him.  And that I will never regret.