Now that the Superbowl has been played, the football season is over.
I wished the San Francisco Forty-Niners could have won, but the Ravens played a great game. Watch out in 2014 the Forty-Niners will be back. It was a win-win for the Harbaugh family, both coaches have something to be proud of.
Since its all done, I can now reclaim my Saturdays, Sundays, Monday and Thursday nights. Yes, I watched football whenever it was one.
Now I'll watch some golf, but only the major ones, such as the Masters, FedEx cup and the US Open. I enjoy watching the younger players moving up and the older players showing they still have the right stuff.
Do you watch sports on TV? Or maybe play a sport or two?
Marie
Monday, February 4, 2013
Monday, January 28, 2013
Too Many Ideas Not Enough Time
It's one of those rare times, for me as a writer, where I have too many ideas.
I know it sounds strange. How can a writer have too many ideas?
Usually most writers love it when they have too many ideas, me I like it, but right now its driving me crazy. I have ideas for 4 different books and they're all trying to get my attention.
Its hard for me when I get ideas of characters and new story lines, I want to sit down and write those books now. But I can't. I'm under contract for two books right now. One is in the middle of edits and the second one hasn't been written yet. Plus I'm working on another book for an editor that will be under contract shortly.
What is a writer to do?
I don't have all the answers. I've barely written a word in the last week because of all these ideas floating around. So this week, I'm going to try something different. I'm going to write myself notes in a brand new notebook that captures these characters, their stories, and what ever else they want to tell me and see if that frees my mind up to work on the book I need to work on.
So how do you handle this when it happens to you? Or do you have an advice?
Have a great week.
Marie
I know it sounds strange. How can a writer have too many ideas?
Usually most writers love it when they have too many ideas, me I like it, but right now its driving me crazy. I have ideas for 4 different books and they're all trying to get my attention.
Its hard for me when I get ideas of characters and new story lines, I want to sit down and write those books now. But I can't. I'm under contract for two books right now. One is in the middle of edits and the second one hasn't been written yet. Plus I'm working on another book for an editor that will be under contract shortly.
What is a writer to do?
I don't have all the answers. I've barely written a word in the last week because of all these ideas floating around. So this week, I'm going to try something different. I'm going to write myself notes in a brand new notebook that captures these characters, their stories, and what ever else they want to tell me and see if that frees my mind up to work on the book I need to work on.
So how do you handle this when it happens to you? Or do you have an advice?
Have a great week.
Marie
Monday, January 21, 2013
It's Monday
It's Monday and I'm running late today.
I want to say it's because of the NFL playoff games yesterday. I love football and the games were good yesterday. The Forty-Niners/Falcon's game was a nail biter. The New England/Raven's game was fun to watch, but not so much a nail biter.
My family and I were rooting for the Forty-Niner's and the Raven's. We decided to call the Super Bowl the Harbaugh Bowl. Because of Jim and John Harbaugh. Jim coaches the Forty-Niners and John the Ravens.
I'm looking forward to the Super Bowl even though it means the end of football season for me.
Is there a sport you love?
Have a fantastic week.
Marie
I want to say it's because of the NFL playoff games yesterday. I love football and the games were good yesterday. The Forty-Niners/Falcon's game was a nail biter. The New England/Raven's game was fun to watch, but not so much a nail biter.
My family and I were rooting for the Forty-Niner's and the Raven's. We decided to call the Super Bowl the Harbaugh Bowl. Because of Jim and John Harbaugh. Jim coaches the Forty-Niners and John the Ravens.
I'm looking forward to the Super Bowl even though it means the end of football season for me.
Is there a sport you love?
Have a fantastic week.
Marie
Monday, January 14, 2013
When Characters Take Over
I've been hard at work in this last week working on my new Work In Progress (WIP). It was slow starting and I couldn't figure out what to do. I had a goal of how many pages I wanted to get written because this book needs to be done in a certain amount of time.
Finally about Wednesday the words started flowing and I was moving along at a good pace, making my word count every day. On Saturday I realized why I was moving so quickly, my male characters had taken over the story.
Yes, male characters. I'm trying my hand at writing a committed menage story. I love the characters and the story itself. But this week, my hero's took over. I just let them tell me what they want me to write and I write it.
I know it sounds strange, but I've found over the years that I do my best writing this way. When my characters really begin to talk to me and take over, then the words flow and I learn all sorts of interesting details in their lives that I didn't know.
I'll see over the next week how this all plays out, but so far, I'm pushing my own boundaries as a writer and loving every minute of it.
I'm sure you have a favorite character, from a book, a movie or a TV show. Let me know who or what it is?
Marie
Finally about Wednesday the words started flowing and I was moving along at a good pace, making my word count every day. On Saturday I realized why I was moving so quickly, my male characters had taken over the story.
Yes, male characters. I'm trying my hand at writing a committed menage story. I love the characters and the story itself. But this week, my hero's took over. I just let them tell me what they want me to write and I write it.
I know it sounds strange, but I've found over the years that I do my best writing this way. When my characters really begin to talk to me and take over, then the words flow and I learn all sorts of interesting details in their lives that I didn't know.
I'll see over the next week how this all plays out, but so far, I'm pushing my own boundaries as a writer and loving every minute of it.
I'm sure you have a favorite character, from a book, a movie or a TV show. Let me know who or what it is?
Marie
Monday, January 7, 2013
It's a New Year
Happy New Year!
Sorry to have been missing for the last couple of months. 2012 was a very busy year for me, especially from September until the end of the year.
I retired from my day job at the end of April figuring I'd have plenty of time to write and keep up with everything. Not the case. Six weeks after I retired, I closed on a new home in Washington State. That was a good thing, right?
Well, it was, but then my entire schedule was totally thrown off, now I had to pack up and clean the existing house, which since it belonged to my mother and she lived in it for almost 60 years, took up most of my days. After almost 4 months, the house was packed, cleaned and on the market. This also included another trip up to Washington.
At the end of July, I attended the Romance Writers of American National Conference in Anaheim, it was fun to catch up with friends, but I lost an entire week of packing. Then two weeks after I finished the move to Washington, I left for Texas for my publishers, The Wild Rose Press, retreat.
Because I'm not a good flyer, I decided to drive. My sister went with me, so we made a nice trip out of it. Stopping to see historical sites and enjoying ourselves. We had a blast at the Silver Spur Ranch. After the retreat, I came back home to leave a week later to go to the Emerald City Writers Conference.
That was a lot of fun, I was able to meet many of the friends from the area I'd met on Facebook, and make some great connections.
Then came the holiday's. It's been over 20 years since I was really close to family for the holiday, so this year I was caught up in all the family stuff. Not that it was a bad thing, just a time suck.
Plus I had 3 books released last year. His For The Weekend from The Wild Rose Press. Hooked Up at The Wedding from Sybarite Seductions and Hooked Up The Game Plan from Sybarite Seductions.
So 2012 was a very, very busy year for me. But I'm back to blogging on Monday's now, either I will blog or I'll have a guest blot. And 2013 is starting off with it's own bang, I have two contracts already in place, one book for The Wild Rose Press and another book for Sybarite Seductions. So it's back on the writing wagon for me.
Hope everyone has a great start to the New Year.
Marie
Sorry to have been missing for the last couple of months. 2012 was a very busy year for me, especially from September until the end of the year.
I retired from my day job at the end of April figuring I'd have plenty of time to write and keep up with everything. Not the case. Six weeks after I retired, I closed on a new home in Washington State. That was a good thing, right?
Well, it was, but then my entire schedule was totally thrown off, now I had to pack up and clean the existing house, which since it belonged to my mother and she lived in it for almost 60 years, took up most of my days. After almost 4 months, the house was packed, cleaned and on the market. This also included another trip up to Washington.
At the end of July, I attended the Romance Writers of American National Conference in Anaheim, it was fun to catch up with friends, but I lost an entire week of packing. Then two weeks after I finished the move to Washington, I left for Texas for my publishers, The Wild Rose Press, retreat.
Because I'm not a good flyer, I decided to drive. My sister went with me, so we made a nice trip out of it. Stopping to see historical sites and enjoying ourselves. We had a blast at the Silver Spur Ranch. After the retreat, I came back home to leave a week later to go to the Emerald City Writers Conference.
That was a lot of fun, I was able to meet many of the friends from the area I'd met on Facebook, and make some great connections.
Then came the holiday's. It's been over 20 years since I was really close to family for the holiday, so this year I was caught up in all the family stuff. Not that it was a bad thing, just a time suck.
Plus I had 3 books released last year. His For The Weekend from The Wild Rose Press. Hooked Up at The Wedding from Sybarite Seductions and Hooked Up The Game Plan from Sybarite Seductions.
So 2012 was a very, very busy year for me. But I'm back to blogging on Monday's now, either I will blog or I'll have a guest blot. And 2013 is starting off with it's own bang, I have two contracts already in place, one book for The Wild Rose Press and another book for Sybarite Seductions. So it's back on the writing wagon for me.
Hope everyone has a great start to the New Year.
Marie
Monday, September 17, 2012
Guest Blogger: Paige Tyler
Today I have Paige Tyler on my blog to talk to us about her new hot cowboy book, have the fans ready, this is a hot one :)
Thanks so much for letting me guest blog, Marie!
What's better than a hot cowboy? Two hot cowboys, of course! Which is exactly what you'll get in RIDE OF HER LIFE, the first book in my new BUCKLE BUNNIES SERIES!
A while back I mentioned that I hadn't written many westerns, but after the success of, and reader response to, my bestselling KARLEIGH'S COWBOYS and AND THE RANCH HAND MAKES THREE, not to mention how much fun they were to write, I couldn't wait to come up with some more! This time, though, I'm going to focus on hot, hunky rodeo riders and the women who can't get enough of them!
The rodeo is a nod to one of my aunts. She was crazy about the rodeo (only she pronounced it row-day-o, like in Rodeo Drive) and couldn't get enough of her cowboys! My books might be a little too risque for her, though. She was very old-fashioned and read the kind of romances where the man and woman held a hanky between their hands when they touched. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but you get the idea! All the skin-on-skin contact in my books would have scandalized her!
Okay, back to the series! It'll be filled with menages - both M/F/M and F/M/F - spanking, bondage and, of course, hot, sizzling sex! There'll even be some surprises tossed in along the way! Hope you'll check them out!
Happy Reading!
A while back I mentioned that I hadn't written many westerns, but after the success of, and reader response to, my bestselling KARLEIGH'S COWBOYS and AND THE RANCH HAND MAKES THREE, not to mention how much fun they were to write, I couldn't wait to come up with some more! This time, though, I'm going to focus on hot, hunky rodeo riders and the women who can't get enough of them!
The rodeo is a nod to one of my aunts. She was crazy about the rodeo (only she pronounced it row-day-o, like in Rodeo Drive) and couldn't get enough of her cowboys! My books might be a little too risque for her, though. She was very old-fashioned and read the kind of romances where the man and woman held a hanky between their hands when they touched. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but you get the idea! All the skin-on-skin contact in my books would have scandalized her!
Okay, back to the series! It'll be filled with menages - both M/F/M and F/M/F - spanking, bondage and, of course, hot, sizzling sex! There'll even be some surprises tossed in along the way! Hope you'll check them out!
Happy Reading!
This ride lasts a lot longer than eight seconds!
Barrel rider Daisy Hollins has run into bronc riders Sawyer Jones and Beau Monroe quite a few times on the rodeo circuit. She’s flirted with both of them, but things have never gone any further than that. Before an event, they're all too focused on the competition, and afterward, they’re usually too sore and tired to do anything but fall into bed.
When she runs into the two hot cowboys in the hotel bar at the Rodeo Finals in Las Vegas, however, there’s a different vibe in the air. When the flirting starts this time, it doesn't stop, and Daisy goes upstairs with both of them for a completely different kind of rodeo ride.
Barrel rider Daisy Hollins has run into bronc riders Sawyer Jones and Beau Monroe quite a few times on the rodeo circuit. She’s flirted with both of them, but things have never gone any further than that. Before an event, they're all too focused on the competition, and afterward, they’re usually too sore and tired to do anything but fall into bed.
When she runs into the two hot cowboys in the hotel bar at the Rodeo Finals in Las Vegas, however, there’s a different vibe in the air. When the flirting starts this time, it doesn't stop, and Daisy goes upstairs with both of them for a completely different kind of rodeo ride.
Excerpt:
Daisy turned to ask Beau which way his room was and found him standing six inches from her.
“I can't wait any longer,” he growled, pushing her up against the wall beside the elevator and kissing her hard.
She kissed him back, even though she knew the elevator door could open at any moment, or that someone—another family even—could come down the hall. She couldn’t wait any longer, either.
Beau twined his fingers in her hair and pulled her mouth tighter against his own, his tongue bulling its way in. She met him halfway, giving as good as she got. One of her hands slid down his side to his grab his ass and yanked his crotch into perfect contact with hers. She wrapped one leg around his thigh and ground against him.
Dear God, she’d never been this hot in her life. She might just explode on the spot.
Beside her, Sawyer cleared his throat. She ignored him, moaning into Beau’s mouth.
Sawyer cleared his throat again, louder this time.
She dragged herself away from Beau to see Sawyer leaning against the wall beside them.
“Sorry for the interruption, Daisy,” he drawled. “It's not that I'm concerned you’re grinding against Beau out here in the hallway where anyone can see you — it's that you're doing it without me.”
Daisy laughed and reached out with her free hand to grab Sawyer's shirt front and pull him in for a kiss.
His style of kissing was completely different from Beau, but no less captivating. His mouth slowly moved over hers, his tongue teasing hers. She would have kissed him harder, but still trapped in Beau's arms like she was, she had no choice but to let Sawyer take the kiss where he wanted it to go. The effect was intoxicating.
She felt Beau's mouth on the side of her exposed neck, trailing kisses up and down from her earlobe to the top of her shirt collar.
Between the warmth of his lips and the light scrape of his scruff, she thought she was going to go crazy.
She whimpered, close to tearing off both men’s clothes right there where they stood.
Fortunately, the two women coming down the hall made enough noise for the three of them to drag themselves apart just in time. Sawyer still waited until the very last moment, and when he did, it was so abrupt she was left reeling. Daisy leaned back against the wall, trying to look as casual as possible.
The elderly woman smiled politely at Daisy and her two cowboys as she poked the elevator button, but other than that she took no notice of them. The younger girl with her, however, immediately sensed something was up. She looked at Daisy, then at Sawyer and Beau, then back to Daisy again. Her expression went from curious to knowing in the blink of an eye. A huge smile spread across her face.
“Ride 'em, cowgirl,” she said with a barely controlled laugh.
Heat suffused Daisy’s face. How the hell had the girl known? Were her lips plump from Beau and Sawyer's kisses? Had she drooled on her shirt? Did she have an I'll-begetting-it-from-two-hot-studs-within-the-next-fifteen-minutes expression on face?
The older woman turned to look questioningly at the girl. “What was that, hun?”
A smile played around the girl’s lips as she motioned to Daisy. “She’s with the rodeo, Aunt Margaret. I just told her to have a good ride.”
The woman looked at Daisy closely, her eyes searching behind her big glasses.
“They let women in the rodeo now? That's nice. Do you get to ride ponies?”
Thank God the elevator arrived before Daisy could answer. If she had, a comment about how women could even vote now may have popped out. The girl quickly hustled her aunt onto the elevator, then turned to give Daisy a wave. “Have fun riding your ponies!”
Daisy heard the aunt murmur something just as the elevator doors closed.
“Can you believe that?” was all Daisy could say.
Beau’s mouth quirked. “The part where Aunt Margaret thinks you ride ponies, or the part where her niece figured out you’re going to be riding the two of us?”
Daisy groaned. “Both. But enough about them. Where the hell is your room, Beau?”
The two men grabbed her hands and practically dragged her down the hall. Beau fumbled with the key card for a second before getting it straight. Daisy felt like snatching it out of his hand, but was concerned hers would shake so much it would take even longer to get inside the room.
The moment the door swung open, Sawyer had his hands on her ass herding her in.
As it closed behind them, he gave one of her belt loops a yank, spinning her around to face him. She melted in his arms as his mouth captured hers. Beau moved up behind her, pressing his jean-covered cock against her ass as he swept her hair off her neck and began to nibble.
Their hands roamed over her body freely, touching her anywhere and everywhere they wished as they used their lips and tongue to drive her crazy. She wasn't sure if she’d survive the incredible sensations racing through her body.
She dragged her mouth away from Sawyer’s. “Whoa there, boys. Let's slow down before I pass out. This isn't supposed to be one of your eight second rides, you know?”
Both men laughed, but backed off, giving her room to breathe. She felt a little chilled without the heat of their bodies pressed up against her. She had no doubt she'd be wedged back between them soon enough.
Daisy took the opportunity to look around the room, and was immediately struck by something total unfair.
“Hey, why is your room so much bigger than mine?” she asked.
The bed was a king-size monster, complete with four posts that ran as high as the ceiling, gauzy curtains and half a dozen ornate throw pillows.
She wandered over to peek into the bathroom, and gaped.
“Dang, you have a Jacuzzi tub, too?”
Daisy had seen swimming pools smaller than the big heart-shaped thing.
“They didn't have anything else left,” Beau's said from the bedroom, “so they gave me a honeymoon suite.”
“Huh.”
She wished they’d offered her one. It would have been nice to have that tub to soak in every night after riding.
She walked out and looked around the rest of the suite. It was obvious to anyone who walked in that Beau was a rodeo rider. The room was filled with the unmistakable scent of leather and horse. There was also a saddle sitting on the small couch, along with a pile of tack piled beside it. She walked over to look at the gear. It was pretty standard rodeo stuff—bridles, bits, halters and a surcingle rig that bareback riders used to stay on their horses. It was the saddle that threw her. It was damn nice. Well worn, but expensive looking.
“I thought you only rode bareback, Beau. What's the saddle for?”
He came up behind her, casually resting his hand on her ass as if reminding her of his fascination with that part of her body. Would he do what he’d described downstairs to her bottom soon?
“Rodeo riding doesn't pay all the bills. I do a little ranch work here and there when I can get it. I don't trust leaving my saddle down in the trailer.”
She ran her hand over the smooth leather. “I can understand why. It's beautiful.”
Beau chuckled in her ear. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliment, but do you really want to talk about my saddle right now?”
Daisy turned to see both men standing side by side regarding her with evident heat in their eyes.
She smiled. “I do love a nice saddle, but you're right. How about you show me some of your other gear instead?”
Without waiting for an answer, she reached out and unbuttoned Beau's shirt. As the band of bronzed skin became exposed, she had to fight the urge to lean forward and kiss it. She had two men to think about now.
So she moved over to Sawyer and did the same thing to him. Once both shirts were unbuttoned, she stepped back and raised an eyebrow. “You two aren't going to make me do all the work, are you?”
The men shrugged off their shirts, then stood there looking buff and magnificent.
They were both of the same build—long and lean with wiry muscles—and Daisy couldn't help but stand there and admire them. Dang, they were something to behold.
Daisy stepped closer and placed a hand on each of their chests. The muscular planes of their pecs gave way to equally hard abs as she trailed her hands down. This close, she could define the slight differences between the two men. Sawyer was just a bit broader than Beau, and had a light trace of dark hair that ran down his happy trail from just above his belly button and disappearing into his jeans. Beau's abs were more defined, and she had a crazy urge to drop to her knees in front of him and trace her tongue along every nook and cranny. The idea of being on her knees in front of both of them was doing all kinds of wild things to her tummy.
She was about to do just that when Beau slipped a finger under her chin and tilted her head up.
“Do I need to remind you about the basic rule?”
“Rule?”
He grinned. “You show us yours if we show you ours?”
It took a moment for that to sink in—she was a bit distracted by all the manliness on display. But when it did, she laughed.
“No problem.” She reached for the buttons of her shirt. “Fair's fair.”
“And go slow.” Sawyer gave her a lazy smile. “I like a girl who takes her time.”
Daisy was surprised they still wanted to take it slow, especially after all the verbal foreplay and downright scorching hot kisses. But if they wanted her to take it slow, she could do that.
She started at the bottom of her shirt, undoing one button slowly, then taking a good, long time working her fingers up to the next button, making sure they got a good look at the skin she was exposing.
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Daisy turned to ask Beau which way his room was and found him standing six inches from her.
“I can't wait any longer,” he growled, pushing her up against the wall beside the elevator and kissing her hard.
She kissed him back, even though she knew the elevator door could open at any moment, or that someone—another family even—could come down the hall. She couldn’t wait any longer, either.
Beau twined his fingers in her hair and pulled her mouth tighter against his own, his tongue bulling its way in. She met him halfway, giving as good as she got. One of her hands slid down his side to his grab his ass and yanked his crotch into perfect contact with hers. She wrapped one leg around his thigh and ground against him.
Dear God, she’d never been this hot in her life. She might just explode on the spot.
Beside her, Sawyer cleared his throat. She ignored him, moaning into Beau’s mouth.
Sawyer cleared his throat again, louder this time.
She dragged herself away from Beau to see Sawyer leaning against the wall beside them.
“Sorry for the interruption, Daisy,” he drawled. “It's not that I'm concerned you’re grinding against Beau out here in the hallway where anyone can see you — it's that you're doing it without me.”
Daisy laughed and reached out with her free hand to grab Sawyer's shirt front and pull him in for a kiss.
His style of kissing was completely different from Beau, but no less captivating. His mouth slowly moved over hers, his tongue teasing hers. She would have kissed him harder, but still trapped in Beau's arms like she was, she had no choice but to let Sawyer take the kiss where he wanted it to go. The effect was intoxicating.
She felt Beau's mouth on the side of her exposed neck, trailing kisses up and down from her earlobe to the top of her shirt collar.
Between the warmth of his lips and the light scrape of his scruff, she thought she was going to go crazy.
She whimpered, close to tearing off both men’s clothes right there where they stood.
Fortunately, the two women coming down the hall made enough noise for the three of them to drag themselves apart just in time. Sawyer still waited until the very last moment, and when he did, it was so abrupt she was left reeling. Daisy leaned back against the wall, trying to look as casual as possible.
The elderly woman smiled politely at Daisy and her two cowboys as she poked the elevator button, but other than that she took no notice of them. The younger girl with her, however, immediately sensed something was up. She looked at Daisy, then at Sawyer and Beau, then back to Daisy again. Her expression went from curious to knowing in the blink of an eye. A huge smile spread across her face.
“Ride 'em, cowgirl,” she said with a barely controlled laugh.
Heat suffused Daisy’s face. How the hell had the girl known? Were her lips plump from Beau and Sawyer's kisses? Had she drooled on her shirt? Did she have an I'll-begetting-it-from-two-hot-studs-within-the-next-fifteen-minutes expression on face?
The older woman turned to look questioningly at the girl. “What was that, hun?”
A smile played around the girl’s lips as she motioned to Daisy. “She’s with the rodeo, Aunt Margaret. I just told her to have a good ride.”
The woman looked at Daisy closely, her eyes searching behind her big glasses.
“They let women in the rodeo now? That's nice. Do you get to ride ponies?”
Thank God the elevator arrived before Daisy could answer. If she had, a comment about how women could even vote now may have popped out. The girl quickly hustled her aunt onto the elevator, then turned to give Daisy a wave. “Have fun riding your ponies!”
Daisy heard the aunt murmur something just as the elevator doors closed.
“Can you believe that?” was all Daisy could say.
Beau’s mouth quirked. “The part where Aunt Margaret thinks you ride ponies, or the part where her niece figured out you’re going to be riding the two of us?”
Daisy groaned. “Both. But enough about them. Where the hell is your room, Beau?”
The two men grabbed her hands and practically dragged her down the hall. Beau fumbled with the key card for a second before getting it straight. Daisy felt like snatching it out of his hand, but was concerned hers would shake so much it would take even longer to get inside the room.
The moment the door swung open, Sawyer had his hands on her ass herding her in.
As it closed behind them, he gave one of her belt loops a yank, spinning her around to face him. She melted in his arms as his mouth captured hers. Beau moved up behind her, pressing his jean-covered cock against her ass as he swept her hair off her neck and began to nibble.
Their hands roamed over her body freely, touching her anywhere and everywhere they wished as they used their lips and tongue to drive her crazy. She wasn't sure if she’d survive the incredible sensations racing through her body.
She dragged her mouth away from Sawyer’s. “Whoa there, boys. Let's slow down before I pass out. This isn't supposed to be one of your eight second rides, you know?”
Both men laughed, but backed off, giving her room to breathe. She felt a little chilled without the heat of their bodies pressed up against her. She had no doubt she'd be wedged back between them soon enough.
Daisy took the opportunity to look around the room, and was immediately struck by something total unfair.
“Hey, why is your room so much bigger than mine?” she asked.
The bed was a king-size monster, complete with four posts that ran as high as the ceiling, gauzy curtains and half a dozen ornate throw pillows.
She wandered over to peek into the bathroom, and gaped.
“Dang, you have a Jacuzzi tub, too?”
Daisy had seen swimming pools smaller than the big heart-shaped thing.
“They didn't have anything else left,” Beau's said from the bedroom, “so they gave me a honeymoon suite.”
“Huh.”
She wished they’d offered her one. It would have been nice to have that tub to soak in every night after riding.
She walked out and looked around the rest of the suite. It was obvious to anyone who walked in that Beau was a rodeo rider. The room was filled with the unmistakable scent of leather and horse. There was also a saddle sitting on the small couch, along with a pile of tack piled beside it. She walked over to look at the gear. It was pretty standard rodeo stuff—bridles, bits, halters and a surcingle rig that bareback riders used to stay on their horses. It was the saddle that threw her. It was damn nice. Well worn, but expensive looking.
“I thought you only rode bareback, Beau. What's the saddle for?”
He came up behind her, casually resting his hand on her ass as if reminding her of his fascination with that part of her body. Would he do what he’d described downstairs to her bottom soon?
“Rodeo riding doesn't pay all the bills. I do a little ranch work here and there when I can get it. I don't trust leaving my saddle down in the trailer.”
She ran her hand over the smooth leather. “I can understand why. It's beautiful.”
Beau chuckled in her ear. “Not that I don’t appreciate the compliment, but do you really want to talk about my saddle right now?”
Daisy turned to see both men standing side by side regarding her with evident heat in their eyes.
She smiled. “I do love a nice saddle, but you're right. How about you show me some of your other gear instead?”
Without waiting for an answer, she reached out and unbuttoned Beau's shirt. As the band of bronzed skin became exposed, she had to fight the urge to lean forward and kiss it. She had two men to think about now.
So she moved over to Sawyer and did the same thing to him. Once both shirts were unbuttoned, she stepped back and raised an eyebrow. “You two aren't going to make me do all the work, are you?”
The men shrugged off their shirts, then stood there looking buff and magnificent.
They were both of the same build—long and lean with wiry muscles—and Daisy couldn't help but stand there and admire them. Dang, they were something to behold.
Daisy stepped closer and placed a hand on each of their chests. The muscular planes of their pecs gave way to equally hard abs as she trailed her hands down. This close, she could define the slight differences between the two men. Sawyer was just a bit broader than Beau, and had a light trace of dark hair that ran down his happy trail from just above his belly button and disappearing into his jeans. Beau's abs were more defined, and she had a crazy urge to drop to her knees in front of him and trace her tongue along every nook and cranny. The idea of being on her knees in front of both of them was doing all kinds of wild things to her tummy.
She was about to do just that when Beau slipped a finger under her chin and tilted her head up.
“Do I need to remind you about the basic rule?”
“Rule?”
He grinned. “You show us yours if we show you ours?”
It took a moment for that to sink in—she was a bit distracted by all the manliness on display. But when it did, she laughed.
“No problem.” She reached for the buttons of her shirt. “Fair's fair.”
“And go slow.” Sawyer gave her a lazy smile. “I like a girl who takes her time.”
Daisy was surprised they still wanted to take it slow, especially after all the verbal foreplay and downright scorching hot kisses. But if they wanted her to take it slow, she could do that.
She started at the bottom of her shirt, undoing one button slowly, then taking a good, long time working her fingers up to the next button, making sure they got a good look at the skin she was exposing.
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Monday, August 6, 2012
Changes Ahead
Now that I've had a week to digest the RWA National conference I realize the buzz word at conference was "change."
Most of us, including me, don't like changes in our lives. We like our routines, our quirks and how we do things. Change is almost always hard and probably always will be.
The writing industry is changing practically daily. It has been going on for a while, but not quite at the pace I've seen in the last eight months.
Self-publishing (some call it indie-publishing) jumped into the market place in 2010, in 2011 it really began to take form with the sale of the Amazon's and Barnes & Nobles e-readers and tables. Amazon opened their own self-publishing arm as did Barnes & Noble. Smashwords took off along with others.
Some self-publishing authors are making lots of money, others are barely making back their expenses in getting the book out there for the public to read. RWA has had to look at self-publishing and figure out if there is a place in the organization for them.
Editors and agents are having to change how they look at writers, while not all of them are going to make things better for the writer, they are beginning to realize that authors have choices.
So as authors we now have several routes: Traditional (NY print), E-Publishers (e-book only and some print) or Self-Publishing (do it yourself).
I know some people won't like the do it yourself tag I put on self-publishing, but it really is do it yourself. You must find an editor, a copy editor, a cover artists as the writer, and you will pay out of pocket for these services before you ever put your book up to sell. And those services can cost you thousands, depending.
I do know authors who have wonderful people they can rely on to edit and copy edit their work for them. But many don't have a big circle of people they can trust like that.
Change is scary. I don't advocate one method of publishing over another, I just ask people to think long and hard about their choices.
My choice will not be your choice. I found myself at RWA defending my choice of publishing. Each person has a different motivation for writing, and it will eventually show up in the writing.
For now, things are going to be in flux.
Most of us, including me, don't like changes in our lives. We like our routines, our quirks and how we do things. Change is almost always hard and probably always will be.
The writing industry is changing practically daily. It has been going on for a while, but not quite at the pace I've seen in the last eight months.
Self-publishing (some call it indie-publishing) jumped into the market place in 2010, in 2011 it really began to take form with the sale of the Amazon's and Barnes & Nobles e-readers and tables. Amazon opened their own self-publishing arm as did Barnes & Noble. Smashwords took off along with others.
Some self-publishing authors are making lots of money, others are barely making back their expenses in getting the book out there for the public to read. RWA has had to look at self-publishing and figure out if there is a place in the organization for them.
Editors and agents are having to change how they look at writers, while not all of them are going to make things better for the writer, they are beginning to realize that authors have choices.
So as authors we now have several routes: Traditional (NY print), E-Publishers (e-book only and some print) or Self-Publishing (do it yourself).
I know some people won't like the do it yourself tag I put on self-publishing, but it really is do it yourself. You must find an editor, a copy editor, a cover artists as the writer, and you will pay out of pocket for these services before you ever put your book up to sell. And those services can cost you thousands, depending.
I do know authors who have wonderful people they can rely on to edit and copy edit their work for them. But many don't have a big circle of people they can trust like that.
Change is scary. I don't advocate one method of publishing over another, I just ask people to think long and hard about their choices.
My choice will not be your choice. I found myself at RWA defending my choice of publishing. Each person has a different motivation for writing, and it will eventually show up in the writing.
For now, things are going to be in flux.
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