It’s going to be a rough day, some things I have to attend to that are less than pleasant. But, I will persevere. Others have it worse, so I shant complain. Instead I will focus on the good in my life. My awesome DH, amazing friends, and of course my pets. They never fail to make me smile. Like right now even despite this migraine trying to bring me down, my youngest zoi, Lily, is in my office with me making me laugh as she plays with her new toy. It’s about 2.5 feet long and nothing but squeakers (thank goodness for Excedrin migraine). She’s in the land of bliss as she tosses it about (it’s a snake), catches it and continues to chew on it. Happy puppy, happy mommy. Don’t forget those who may need a little boost in their day. Sometimes it just takes a smile. Have a wonderful day y’all!
Happy happy Wednesday!!
Today I thought we’d revisit with Pete Kysenzki and his wife Sidra Bonnaire. Enjoy!
The store was warm and clean. He shivered again and pulled the door closed behind him. Shelves were stocked full and he could hear muffled laughter toward the back. Pete removed his gloves while he walked and when he turned a corner he stopped at the sight of a large man hovering over a woman whispering into her ear.
Her laughter, deep and husky sent spirals of longing through him. And he knew who it was. Only one woman’s laugh had the ability to make him able to split wood with his cock. Sidra Bonnaire. And it didn’t matter how long it had been, his shaft knew it for it pressed hard against his jeans. Her head was tucked with the other man’s and unexplained jealousy washed over him. Shoving his gloves in his pocket he cleared his throat and crossed his arms. The couple sprang apart and looked at him. Pete could only stare.
Sidra Bonnaire. The years had been amazing to her. Her cocoa skin shone with health, those slightly tilted eyes of raw umber stared at him from behind thick black lashes. The coal black wavy hair cascading around her oval face called to his fingers to sink into it. Her full lips which could do, and had done, wicked and unspeakable things to his cock were parted with surprise. She wore a pale brick man’s sweatshirt and tight blue jeans which only highlighted her curves off to him.
“Pete,” she said in disbelief.
“Do you know him, Sidra?” the man beside her asked, placing his hand on her arm in a postulating action.
Pete growled low in his throat and lifted a shoulder briefly. To hell with it. Striding over to her, he jerked her away from the man touching her and pulled her flush to his chest. Delving one hand into her hair, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, groaning in the back of his throat when his senses were swamped by her addicting taste. Damn I had forgotten just how completely intoxicating she was. He plundered, sweeping deep until she sagged into him. Then he ended it, reluctantly for every inch of his body was ready to strip her naked and sink deep where he belonged. Within her.
“Well, hell, I’ve missed you baby,” he drawled.
Her eyes were wide and he felt another flash of lust when her tongue snuck out and skimmed her lips.
“Who the hell are you?” the since forgotten man demanded.
Pete turned his head and stared at him. Hauling Sidra back up against him when she made to walk off, he let his fingers caress her ass claiming her. “I’m Pete Kysenzki, her husband.”
Climbing out of the writing cave to say hello to all and that I hope all y’all have a wonderful day. Now, I’m disappearing again, so much to do and so little time to do it in.
I do hope all the mother’s had a wonderful Mother’s Day this past Sunday.
This week we’re visiting Devi and Rhodes. Enjoy them!
The following afternoon, Devi lay in her hammock, enjoying the idyllic day. Her doorbell chimed and she sighed, reluctant to get up.
“It’s open,” she called out.
The familiar masculine scent that had surrounded Rhodes told her who it was before he’d even made it through the house. Turning her head, she watched him step out onto the patio.
“Kind of dangerous, don’t you think, just inviting people in without knowing who it is?” he asked, giving her a disapproving look before putting a bouquet of flowers on the table.
She almost laughed at that, but smothered it. He was concerned about her. How cute.
Today, Rhodes wore khaki slacks and a dark blue polo-necked shirt. Licking her lips, she swung her legs over and got up from the comfort of her hammock. He glanced at her and swallowed. Hard.
She knew it was her outfit. Cream-coloured gauze woven with gold threads made up her halter-top dress with its deep V-neck. Although the material reached the floor, slits in the skirt ran up to the tops of her thighs. With each step she took, one leg flashed through. And she knew it looked good on her—hell, it had been made just for her.
“Cat got your tongue, Rhodes?”
His forehead had a sheen of sweat on it.
“No. That’s… It’s… Damn.”
“I take it that’s a good thing,” she said with an assured smile.
“Oh, yeah,” he rumbled. He flexed his fingers like he wanted to grab her.
He had to tear his gaze away from her nearly exposed chest. “What for?”
“The flowers. They’re beautiful.”
He acted as if he’d forgotten he’d even brought them. “You’re welcome,” he muttered, his gaze on her.
“Something I can do for you, Rhodes?”
“I came to ask you to dinner.” His voice still not as smooth as it had been.
“You didn’t call.”
“I wanted to see you.” His eyes burnt feverishly. “Luckily, I’m a resourceful man—you didn’t give me much to go on.”
“You are that. I knew you’d find me if you wished to see me.”
Warmth surrounded her at his admission. “I’ll go get changed.” She moved past him and headed towards the sliding door, then paused and glanced back over her left shoulder. “A little help?”
He approached and stood behind her. His size made her feel dainty and protected. Without a word, she moved her hair out of the way. Her skin tingled from the light brush of his fingertips as he undid the bow holding up her dress.
“There you go,” he whispered in her ear, his breath teasing her skin.
“Be right back.”
She let go of her hair and it swung back into place, covering her to the small of her back. He gasped as she left him there, in between indoors and out. Alone except for her dress, which had pooled at his feet.
Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill.
Happy Wednesday to all y’all.
This week we’re hanging with the hero and heroine of The Best Thing Yet, Book 2 in the McKingley series. Enjoy!!
Excerpt for The Best Thing Yet
His nostrils flared and a muscle ticked in his jaw. A single droplet of water ran down his temple as he lowered his face back to hers. His eyes were dark and filled with barely constrained desire. “You are one hell of a temptress, Arissa Wright. Teasing me like this. Perhaps there should be a test. I am a teacher, after all.” He winked and that single action sent shivers of longing through her.
“I suppose I could go for a lesson,” she paused, “or two.”
“Be careful I don’t carry you off right now.” Promise laced his tone.
Arissa wrinkled her nose. “Sorry. Time for my Tae-Bo class.” She stood, allowing her body to slide along his wet one. “Enjoy the rest of your swim. See you later.” Lifting her bag, she walked away with an added swish to her hips, knowing full well he watched.
As she walked from the gym to her suite, there was a smile on her face. She felt good, and from all indications, tonight would be the night she got to see the part of Deiter she hadn’t been allowed to see yet. Moisture flooded her pussy at the thought of having the chance to experience the tall, strong German.
“Man,” she muttered as she rounded the corner. “I’m bad off.”
“Anything I can help with?” A deep voice questioned.
Jerking her head up in surprise, a gasp escaped her as the image of the man she’d just thought about filled her sight. Deiter Schneider. He stood there, leaning against the door to her room, looking more gorgeous than sin. Everyone said Lucifer had been the most attractive of angels before he fell, and she’d bet anything Deiter could give him a run for his money.
His legs were hooked at the ankle, allowing the jeans he wore to pull tight against his rock-hard thighs. Deiter wore a dark blue sleeveless tee shirt, and his well-defined arms were also crossed. She licked her lips and swallowed, trying to get moisture into her extra dry mouth. Blue-gray eyes were full of mischief and longing as he held her gaze.
“It’s not time for supper yet, is it?” she asked, reaching for her keycard and swiping it. The door unlocked, but still Deiter didn’t move except to place his hand on the handle and keep it cracked open. With no response forthcoming, she glanced at him only to find his gaze had lost all joviality and simmered with heat.
“Invite me in,” he murmured.
She slid past him, and once in her room, rested her head against the edge of the door and held his stare. Slowly, and with extreme attention to detail, Arissa scanned him from the floor up. From the loosely laced tennis shoes, over the thigh-hugging jeans and up the shirt that only amplified his physique to his face. He still waited for her, his eyes straightforwardly direct. And molten hot.
“Come in?” she questioned on a soft breath.