Where were you?

Last Thursday, my daughter Avery and I walked into our hotel room in Dallas and immediately flipped on the television. Breaking news was that Michael Jackson had been taken to the hospital and that he was in cardiac arrest. We sat stunned watching everything unfold. We realized how serious it was when the news folk began to refer to him in the past tense and it wasn't long before they announced he'd died.

We honestly didn't know what to say. Finally we just looked at each other. Avery finally said....you know, I think I'll always remember this moment. Where we were when we heard this.

I realized that when these shocking things happen our memories are just so clear. Looking back, I remember sitting in the backseat of my mom's car with my girlfriend Joy. Heck, we were just little girls but I still remember hearing that John Kennedy had been assassinated. Later, I remember sitting on the floor next to my babysitter watching television when they announced that Robert Kennedy was murdered in Los Angeles. When Elvis died, I was standing at the kitchen sink in my parent's home. I learned of John Lennon's murder while on my way to my college sorority winter formal. I was with a date and we stopped somewhere to listen to the news on the radio. I cried and messed up my makeup.

Again, I was with my daughter in a hotel in Plano, Texas when we heard the news of the sudden death of Steve Irwin, The Crocodile Hunter. And the day Pope John Paul died, Avery and I were also in Plano, walking to our car after her tennis match, when friends pulled up and told us the news.

My kids were both nationally ranked tennis players and it seems I've spend much of my life traveling with them here and there for tournaments so it's no great surprise that we were often on the road when hearing shocking news of some kind.

Do you remember where you were when stunning news occurs? Bet you do.

In other news:

My friend Anny Cook, a talented writer and friend of this blog, has a release! YAY! Surpassing Pleasures is out today at Ellora's Cave. I've read this book (not surprising since Anny is one of my critique partners) and I have to say it's AWESOME. If you like shifters and hot hot stuff, you'll love this one.

BUY IT HERE!

Blurb:

Special Agent Sebastian Spade has worked hard to convince Zipporah Jericho that he’s her man. But every encounter ends with Zip dancing out of reach to protect a family secret. When they are brought together by a murder, Seb determines this time he will never let her go.

In the bedroom, on the road, in a secret cabin in the woods, he masters her body by daring to satisfy her deepest desires. As they explore the forbidden pleasures that await them with every touch, they discover trust is another word for love.

Excerpt:

Zip knew it was going to be a bad week when she found a body in the ladies restroom. Fortunately, it wasn’t her first discovery of a body so she didn’t scream or do any of the other stereotypical sissy stuff but it did piss her off. No woman should have to deal with a dead person when it was that time of the month—unless it was somebody the woman had finished off herself.
The woman’s short blonde hair was mussed, sticking out in all directions. The knife protruding from her back was a pretty clear indicator that death wasn’t accidental. And the pool of blood surrounding her left little hope that she survived, so Zip elected to go for help.
She backed out into the hall, bumping into Sebastian Spade, her brother’s coworker.
“Zip?”
“Body in the restroom,” she blurted out. “Dead body.”
He tugged her out of the way, pressing her against the wall next to the door. “Don’t move.” He slipped his gun from his holster, opened the restroom door with his shoulder and peeked inside. Damn. It certainly looked like a body to him. Approaching the woman, he leaned down and checked for signs of life though experience told him the woman was gone. He blew out a quick breath, pulled his cell phone from his pocket and punched his partner’s number on speed dial.
“Yeah?”
“Me. Your sister just found a body in the restroom.” Before Quill could ask any questions, Seb turned off the phone and went back in the hallway to join Zipporah. “Quill’s on his way. Do you need to sit down?”
She crossed her arms tightly over her chest to hide her trembling hands. “No. I’m okay until he gets here.” Her quick visit with her brother Quill at the local FBI office had turned out to be a bad idea. She thought about asking for her purse, still on the restroom floor where she’d dropped it, but decided that was a bad idea. Maybe Quill or Seb would be able to return it to her later.
Seb crouched next to her while they waited. “How about telling me what happened?”
She rubbed her arms with trembling hands. “I stopped in the restroom to brush my hair. It’s windy outside. A-and there she was on the floor.”
“Did you recognize her?”
Zip shook her head. “I didn’t see her face.”
He just nodded and straightened up as Quill rushed down the hall toward them.

You know you're a mom when...

I woke up excited today. Want to know why? Because we're going to see Ice Age 3 later and I can't wait!

As that thought passed through my head I realized something very quickly. It's a kid's movie and I'm probably more excited about it than they are. LOL What has happened to my life?! Once upon a time I used to get excited over going out to nightclubs with friends. Getting a new pedicure. Shopping at the mall with girlfriends. That's pretty much all changed.

Yes, you know you're a mom when...

the term 'psycho mom' does NOT need to be explained

you're favorite moments are spent watching old home movies

you're car has petrified chicken nuggets under the seats...on a regular basis

you're hot friday night consists of pizza and an animated movie

you can't see the front of your fridge because of all the 'artwork'

at least once a week you repeat phrases that you're mother used to say...and it makes you cringe

you know how to use the guilt card like a pro (thanks, mom!)

you can cook, scold, and talk on the phone without blinking an eye

your fancy purse contains an emergency kit: hairbows, crayons and bandaids

you wish you could erase the phrase, 'mom, I'm bored' from their vocabulary forever!

and for those with teens...

your best weapon is threatenting to take away their cell/ipod/internet connection "BWHAHAHA!"


Geez, I really need a vacation. LOL

Relating to characters of the opposite sex

Don't you just love it when you find out something new about yourself? It's like it thumbs you on the head and you wonder how you never noticed it before. LOL. I had one of those "duh" moments lately. I got a really good review for my erotic work which I write under the name, Madison Scott
The reviewer mentioned that she thought I really got it when it came to the way a man feels about love and sex. That came as a little bit of a shock to me. I mean, I've always hoped that I got into a mans head well. I struggle with it and work hard on it but I was never sure if I did a good job with it or not.

A couple days later I was reading a book. One of my really good friends was reading it at the same time as me. While I'm reading along, the heroine is really pissing me off. Did I realize that the hero had screwed up a few times too? Yep. Did he make me mad? Yep to that too but for some reason I kind of "got" where he was coming from. It's weird because it wasn't as if I didn't "get" where she was coming from to a degree as well but I felt like her mistakes were bigger than his and I automatically sympathized with him more.

When my friend caught up with me, we started talking about the book and I was shocked to realize she sympathized with the heroine more. In my crazy little mind, the heroine was completely wrong but the way my friend saw it, she wasn't. Like I always tend to do, I started over thinking things. LOL. I tend to have a little problem with that. Believe me, I KNOW this sounds crazy but I started feeling a little guilty. We're women, we should stick together, right? Why was it easier for me to forgive HIS mistakes over HERS? Were hers really worse or do I expect more from her because she's a woman? Do I expect her to know better and give the guy more leeway because he's a guy? I hope not. I don't know. I can tell you one thing though, it's going to be in the back of my head when I'm reading from now on. LOL. Like I said, over thinker here. I'm curious if this was a one time thing or if it's something I always do. I do know that when I read a book, I have to like the heroine but I have to fall in love with the hero. Maybe that's part of what this is. I don't know.

So, am I crazy (don't answer that, lol)? Do you tend to sympathize more often with either the hero or the heroine in a book?

Does it make ya wanna cryyyyy?

Last weekend I was out of town. My daughter and I headed to Dallas to do some things, head for the malls, that sort of thing. We'd signed her up for heavy-duty aptitude testing to give her some good ideas about things she might major in when she goes off to college this fall. All very scientific.

Anyway, I sat for hours waiting for her and I took along some books to keep me company. Recently I've become friends with author, Bronwyn Green. Bron writes for Ellora's Cave, Total E Bound, and Resplendence. Very talented. Know what I loooove about her work? The emotional punch she packs. Sure her work is ero/rom but it's not all about the mechanics of the sex acts, but about the way the characters FEEL when they are doing them. I like to think that's something I bring to my stories, too. Lately, I've read a lot of what I'd have to say are good books but they lack that POP, that emotional SIZZLE, that I've found I want in a good story.

Do you want to hug the book when it's over? Do you sigh and think....WOW! That MOVED ME!

I know publishers push for more and more sex, more kink, more, more, more but damn, don't they want some story with that? I certainly do. I don't want to read a gluttonous display of over the top sex featuring wooden characters who apparently have no feelings other than the physical kind. I want to know what she's thinking when the hero touches her in a certain way. I want to know if the hero is moved by more than her bedroom moves and if he IS moved...why?

To me, the added details of what makes a character behave the way they do is what makes a good story. Yes, I write sex. A lot of sex. But you know what? I'm going to have some story too.


Other News:

Please head out to Ellora's Cave today and check out Barbara Huffert's newest. Hot Rush is an action packed romp you won't want to put down.

Buy it here!

Blurb:

Rick Jensen is working undercover to bust up the largest drug distribution in the city’s recent history. Everything is going as planned until the hottest redhead he’s ever seen comes storming into the warehouse. Now if only he can stop thinking with his cock long enough to save her luscious ass and convince her that love at first sight really does exist.

Being sentimental has always been Casey Carmichael’s downfall. But this time her impulsiveness lands her right in the middle of a full contingent of heavily armed drug dealers. When one of them tosses her over his shoulder and carries her up to the office the last thing she expects is out of control sex with the undercover cop trying to protect her.

two thumbs down

So, what is it for you that makes or breaks a book? For me it's not always a plot hole or anything major. It's more about the little things.

I was reading a story the other day and I realized I had no interest in finishing it. Why? Because the heroine was too perfect. It took me several chapters to realize that's what was bothering me though. The writing is good, the hero sexy, the plot interesting, but I just couldn't stand to see one more reference about how GORGEOUS this woman was. It finally got to be too much. I put the book down and moved on.

I don't know. I guess I'm somewhat disappointed in myself because I feel shallow for hating the book simply because of that one issue. I've read lots of books with hot, sexy, beautiful heroines. For the most part the heroine's description is mentioned somewhere, but it's not thrown in your face multiple times. Usually I could care less what she looks like. I'm more interested in the developing relationship.

Shouldn't I still read the book though? It's not like it's a bad storyline. As always, I won't give up on this author. I didn't like this one story, that doesn't mean I'll hate them all.

This got me thinking, which is never good. LOL Have you ever read one little thing in a book and it ruined the entire thing for you? Not even a big thing, just something small. Am I shallow for hating this book based on the heroine's GORGEOUS looks?? I feel horrible here!

Woo hoo!

I woke up to find an awesome review for my erotic romance, Satisfy Me, this morning that made me all giddy. This is what the reviewer had to say...



Holy hot neighbor sex, Batman! This was one steamy read! I love a story that starts in the hero’s point of view because the way a man thinks fascinates me. Tyson Malone didn’t disappoint me, he’s all alpha male, right down to his manly talk and gutter mind. And his mind can’t stop thinking about his lovely new neighbor, Maggie Johnson. When he blurts out how hot he thinks she is, she’s shocked – no man has ever said such things to her. So, she propositions him for a sex-only relationship. It doesn’t take long for both of them to start realizing there’s more to their attraction than just sex though and it’s fun to watch their relationship develop into something deeper. And I always say the bigger they are, the harder they fall. Ty Malone definitely falls for the girl next door! Madison Scott is a great writer with dead on instincts for portraying how a man thinks and feels about sex and love and Maggie’s feelings felt realistic to me as well.

Full review HERE
Buy HERE

What gets you giddy on a Sunday morning?

My kitty Max

This is Max, named after Maximum Ride, which is my oldest daughter's favorite book series.

We knew right from the start she'd be special. She just had this attitude. Today, I'm dedicating this blog to her. :)

It was a ridiculously hot day last summer. The girls and I went for our walk up the road and on our way back this tiny ball of fur comes tumbling out of the corn field. She was no bigger than a speck a fuzz. Of course we couldn't leave her! Who knows what might have happened. We looked around at first to see if we could see a mother or something, but nothing. So, we brought her home and gave her some milk. She ate as if starved.

When my husband came home and saw her, his reaction was as we expected. No way, no how. No more cats. LOL We already had two indoor cats and one outdoor cat. So, he wasn't crazy about adding another one. I pleaded with him, swore she'd stay outside, and finally he caved. Three women against one guy. He didn't stand a chance. LOL

Our outdoor cat swiftly became our indoor cat when it became clear she would not be stuck outside. Again, attitude. Little by little she started coming in. Soon, she was getting into the trash, climbing the curtains and basically just driving us crazy with her outrageous stunts. When she knocked the angel off the top of the tree and took off under the bed, we knew. She'd become part of our strange pack.

Max has kept us laughing from day one. She's still tiny as hell, but she thinks she's a moutain lion. Well, yesterday, we had to take Max into the vet to get her fixed. All the way there I was a nervous wreck. I worried because of her size. She's so little! Then I worried that we'd have to leave her there. Alone. In a strange place. Sad and scared. When we arrived, Max was terrified. Other animals barking and meowing. She was way out of her comfort zone. When the vet told us Max won't in fact be staying there overnight my anxiety lessoned. I still hated leaving her, but a few hours I can handle.

When we picked her up she looked so pathetic. Groggy, vulnerable, her big eyes trying to focus and come out of that drugged state. When she heard our voices her little heart started beating faster, I swear she knew. She looked at me as if saying, 'you didn't abandon me!'

We got her home and I sat with her on my lap for awhile, stroking her, letting her know we love her. She started to come out of it a bit and tried out her legs, fell several times. It was so pathetic.

The girls sat up with her a bit last night, my oldest is a nightowl anyway, and helped her to the litter box. Today, she's sleeping it off on top of a pile of dirty clothes. The best part, she's home, she's safe and I never want to go through that again!

Pets are such a huge part of our life. My girls, my husband and I would be lost without Buddy, Cinnamon, Sassy, Mittens, Sugar and Max. They've brough us so much joy. Their silly antics keep us laughing. I realized yesterday just how close I'd gotten to Max.

All I can say is, I'm just so thrilled we were there the day she came tumbling out of that field.

What would we do without our pets, right?

Please Welcome Ellora's Cave Author Fran Lee

NOTE: Before I get started I'd like to announce the winner of Kelley's contest from yesterday is flchen 1. YAY!!!! Congrats! Please drop Kelley a note at writermadisonscott@yahoo.com to claim your looooovely prize!

One of my most 'funner than fun' friends is author Fran Lee! I'm not kidding people, this woman is a hoot. Not only is she fun but she is amazingly talented and one of the most generous people I know. So please help me welcome her today.

I've always thought it was important for authors to support each other and I've seldom been disappointed in the generosity of those I come in contact with on a daily basis. As for Fran, she is quick to post an impromptu review or host us on her Examiner blog or any of her other 'fun spots'. Sometimes I wonder how she finds time to pen her steamy stuff because usually she's coming up with another spectacular way to help her fellow authors and friends. Lately, she has been in 'trailer-making-mode' and we have all reaped the benefits. She has done three trailers for me, including Feral Moon, Highland Beast, and my upcoming Lone Star Lycan.

Her first Ellora's Cave title is Out of Her Dreams. Just came out a few weeks ago so please stop by Jasmine Jade and pick up a copy HERE!

The following question and answer session is my meager attempt to give something back to a generous and talented friend. I highly recommend her work which includes not only her current release but her upcoming titles available through both Ellora's Cave and Resplendence Publishing. So please help me welcome the outrageous Fran Lee!

When did you decide you wanted to write, Fran? Was it something that was always with you or did it hit like a bolt of lightning?

I have been writing for pleasure since I was 8…just little Halloween stories or Christmas ones. In the 6th grade I tried a Tolstoy-ish composition that I figured would make me a writer, but gave up after about 10 pages. I knew absolutely nothing about the subject I wrote about, and decided to quit while I was ahead. :PAt fourteen, I would be walking along and suddenly a thought would strike from nowhere, and I would find myself composing scenes between H/H’s in my mind. I often spoke the scenes aloud (which got me some very weird looks). Then I would go home and write a few pages down. Later on, I picked up the “starts” and continued writing on them, adding to them bit by bit. I never tossed anything away. I still find bits and pieces of short stories and 25-page epics in storage. LOL!

What authors inspired you to write your OWN book of your heart?

When I was twelve, I found my mom’s ancient, dog-eared copy of “The Sheikh”, by E.M. Hull. When my mom told me E.M. Hull was a lady, I was ecstatic. After that, I read any romance book I could find. I sneaked my aunt’s Georgette Heyer books and always put them back (she knew I was borrowing them, I found out later). Then I found Barbara Cartland. (You can tell how old I am by these books, right?)Then I graduated to Harlequins. Then to erotic romance novels. I found a whole passel of hot paperback romances by Jude Deveraux, Kathleen Woodiwiss, and others. The list goes on and on.

Tell us a little bit about yourself?

Oh, wow…I thought I’d escaped that one! :P Okay…I’m officially “old”. I passed the mark quite a while back after turning 39 and starting to count backwards. That means I am now about 15.I had a mad passion for horses when I was a kid, and over the years, I have been honored to own a few of the noble beasties. Now I satisfy my passion by collecting antique and vintage metal horse statues and old Marx toys with horses in them. They are easier to feed and there’s absolutely no upkeep cost. JI own over 1,000 paper and ink books. I own over 1,000 movies on VHS and DVD. I hold a second-degree black belt in Kenpo. I used to travel the martial arts tournament circuits and do photo-journalist work, and write up karate tournaments for an international karate league’s magazine. I also submitted articles to the big glossy MA magazines, and had a few printed. I still do a bit of teaching.I have three adult kids, one adult grandchild, five younger grandkids, and a ball python, a leopard gecko, a 20-year-old fluffy tabby cat, and I still live in the 52 year old house my folks bought new. Um…I’ll shut up now.

What is a day like in "Fran's World"?

Oh, Lordy! No day is exactly like any other, I’m afraid. Right now I have my younger son and his family living with me until they scrape up the down payment for a home. I also have an older grandson living with me. It’s just a tad bit crowded, but it’s been fun.I get up as soon as I’ve had my 5-7 hours of sleep, so if I don’t get to bed until 7 a.m., I get up at noon. I turn on my computer. I check my 200-500 e-mails. Chat on my loops a bit. Check out all my loops and blogsites and websites to see what’s happened. Check my Examiner.com site to make comments. Yogurt time. Do some laundry. Chocolate time. Sweep a floor to get all the cookie crumbs up. Sit down at the computer. Soup and sandwich time. Work on promos for my books. Yell at the little ones to stop running through the house like cavalry. Go help the littlest one to fix something he broke. (He’s three.) Sit down to write a bit. Go put the laundry in the dryer. Enjoy whatever wonderful meal my son and daughter-in-law have prepared for me while I’m buried behind my door.By 9 p.m. the kids are in bed, and I sit down to work edits, connect with people, answer e-mails again, and chat on my loops a bit so people will know I’m still alive. Upload my Examiner column at midnight. Write some more. Discuss things with my editor who lives in Australia (it’s daytime over there). I fall asleep at the keyboard, hit my nose on the monitor, and shut it down to start all over again tomorrow.

Do you set daily writing goals or just write when the spirit moves you?

What keeps you motivated? Goals? Spell that, please. Oh, yeah! Goals…hmmm. Nope. No goals. Most of my stuff was written long ago. All I try to keep up on is the edits, the rewrites when I need to, and those are my priority. Once these edits are finished and those books are in the can, then I will polish up another old one and send it off. I am not a person who sets goals. If I set one, it gets destroyed. I get far more done by the “seat of the pants” method of working. I do what I gotta do, and I do it fast. Motivation? Spell that please…

Are there any writing genres you haven't tried yet but would like to?

What is your favorite genre to read? First, let me address the one about reading. I adore reading paranormal romance, shape shifter and werewolf and vampire and all that. I love to read erotic romance where the author handles the “erotic” part with flair and class. I love a great “story” with my erotic romance. If it’s just gratuitous sex with more “C’ words and “P” words than plot, I sigh and set it aside, and reach for the next book. “Erotic” does not have to equate with smut and plotless porn.I love writing erotic contemporary, but my “contemporary” almost always has a paranormal twist tossed in. Like Out of Her Dreams, where H/H both have dreamed about someone to fill their “gaps” as Rocky would say. And Dictated by Fate, where the hero’s mom’s spirit whispers in his ear telling him what a schmuck he is. It’s always something that pops into my writing.I loved writing Hallie’s Cats, (which, BTW, I wrote in less than an hour and as a hoot) just to try my hand at shape shifters. Again, once I sat down to write, the words just poured out and next thing I knew it was 2 a.m. I edited the next day, added some background stuff, and submitted.

What kinds of promotion do you like to pursue?

Anything I can get my hands on! LOL! I have several blogs and a website (Non-professionally done) and I have joined with other authors in their collaborative blogs. I started the Examiner.com thing to help other authors, but once in a while I do a shameless self-promotion on there. :PI saw some book teasers on YouTube, and worked until I found a way to make my own. Then I started making them for other authors who didn’t have one anywhere. I have my own channel on YouTube and do what I can to promote everyone’s trailers on that site. (Google “dragonlady10”)I stay connected with hundreds of authors and dozens of groups and even set up a loop of my own on Yahoo Groups just for fun. JI had bookmarks made up using my book covers, and had calendar magnets done too. T-shirts…baseball caps, you name it! I even had a few shopping bags made up, and people in stores look at them and I can see them writing down the URLs. I ran a contest on my website during the promotion of my new release, and was shocked to find 400 hits on the website in two days.But the best thing you can do to promote yourself is to promote others. I am a firm believer in Karma. What you put out into the cosmos comes back at you. So be darned careful what you toss out there. LOL!

Tell us about your next project. When does it release and what is it about?

My next release is Hallie’s Cats. Coming out July 31 from Ellora’s Cave. I made a teaser before I got a cover.

You can see it here:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5GiBJo6aGt4

Here’s a blurb:

Hallie James loves cats – she just never realized she was one, herself. Not until she met the delicious brothers, Gar and Cal, one sinfully dark, the other beautifully golden. Moving to Rutledge NE was a desperate move to escape from an ugly divorce and to start a new life. But just how new, she had never imagined!Her car dead – her money as low as her spirits – Hallie is struggling to keep a roof over her head. Then one terrifying meeting with a runaway pit bull lands her on her butt on the sidewalk, crying over spilled milk – literally! But when the dog's owner appears out of nowhere, and asks if she's all right, Hallie has the most shocking reaction to his nearness.Gar and his little brother Cal have lived safely and comfortably in the big estate house left them by someone they helped long ago. Cal is getting restless…he’s passing into his sexual prime and there’s not a female leopard to be had. Gar is worried that he’ll start setting his sights on human females…specifically, Hallie James. And Gar has his own plans in that direction… he doesn’t mind sharing, but he won’t settle for anything less than the alpha share.

Another Malone is coming!

I just signed a new contract under my counterpart for the second book in the Malone Brothers series! This is a smokin' hot series about three sexy brothers who own a construction company in the small town of Last Chance. To celebrate book two, Bliss, I decided to give away a FREE copy of Satisfy Me to one commenter. Tomorrow, Anne will post the winner with her post. Easy as pie :) Here's a little about Satisfy Me.

Blurb:Tyson Malone is being stalked by a ghost. Between bouts of calling him Sugar Lips and Hot Cakes, the apparition makes it her goal to get Ty together with his sexy neighbor, Maggie Jacobson. Unfortunately, for her, Ty doesn’t do the relationship thing. He does sex with a no relationship clause. One look at Maggie is all it takes to know she’s a relationship kind of woman.Maggie is tired of living her life the way others dictate. When her mom leaves her a journal left behind by a grandmother she never met, Maggie is inspired. This brave woman lived her life by her own set of rules and Maggie is ready to do the same. After moving to a new town, she meets Ty, a man who inspires her in a whole new, very sexual way. Taking control for the first time in her life, Maggie propositions him with a no strings affair. Soon they begin a journey to sexual satisfaction and bringing her fantasies to life.
KINKS: outdoor sex, masturbation/voyeurism, food play, light bondage, dirty talk
A pushy ghost and a gorgeous redhead--a man doesn’t stand a chance!
Excerpt:
A knock at the door jarred her from her thoughts. “Come in,” Maggie called out while she finished slipping into a pair of tennis shoes. No one else would be at her house at six AM but Tyson. A click sounded followed by a creak. “Hey, you.”
His brow creased. “Why didn’t you make sure it was me before yelling to come in? Better yet, why isn’t the door locked?”
“Pfft. This is Last Chance. Half the people in this town probably leave their doors unlocked.”“Just because they’re stupid doesn’t mean you should be. You’re a woman living alone. Lock your doors.”
His order should have angered her but for some reason it made her heart do a funny little flutter instead. He worried about her and dumb as it was, that made her feel good. Maggie stood up. “I usually do leave it locked. I knew you’d be coming over so I unlocked it a few minutes ago.”
“Next time wait until I get here. Anyone could have been at the door.”Maggie shook her head. Men! Always had to be macho. “What are we doing?” She knew he planned to take her camping but other than that he hadn’t given her many clues about their day. After she’d told him some of her fantasies he told her to be ready this morning for a trip. Somehow sex would be tied in. She just wasn’t sure how.
“The river.” He didn’t elaborate any further. His voice turned husky as his chocolate eyes raked her up and down. Goosebumps pebbled on her skin following the trail of his gaze. “I tasted you all night, Maggie. The scent of your arousal clung to my body damn near giving me a wet dream when I thought about what it felt like inside your slippery walls.”
Wetness seeped from the folds of her sex soaking her panties. Tyson wrapped his arms around her, surrounding her in his warmth.“Did you think of me when you were all tucked into bed, baby?”
Had she ever. “Yes.” His hands squeezed the round globes of her ass. “Oh!”
“Did you do more than just think about me?”
How did he know? Come on, Mags. Tell him. Don’t get cold feet now. “Yes.”
“What did you do?”
“First I--”
“No, Maggie, show me. Don’t tell me.”
Her pulse pounded. Her core throbbed with the need to come. For Ty. To show him she could be wild, untamed, purely sexual. Maggie kicked her shoes from her feet and dropped her shorts and panties. Her limbs trembled in a mix of anticipation and fear.
“Look at that pretty pussy. Did you touch yourself, Maggie? Did you sink your fingers into your cunt?”
“I pretended it was you. I wanted it to be you.”
“It will be me but not right now. I want to see you push your delicate fingers into your hungry little kitty cat. Can you do that for me, baby?”
She never would have thought she could do something like this but looking at Tyson she knew she could.
Available Here
Reviews:
Madison packed humor, heat, sexy, and a whole lot of hot damyum sex in under fifty pages that makes a woman want that kind of talker in her bed. It’ll make you flush, make you hot, and make you see that sometimes it takes a ‘good’ girl to tame a ‘bad’ boy. Highest rates. Euro-Reviews Rating 5

Owww...RWA Makes My Head HURT!

Is it just me or does it seem that at least once a year there is a new uproar over something RWA did or did not do? Honestly, I am sick to death of these people. I joined RWA in 1992. I was a brand new writer, learning my craft and unpublished. This, I was told, was an organization who would support me and help me achieve my goal of becoming a published author. All I had to do was send them some money once a year. In return, they sent me a nifty little magazine once a month and they would also let me come to their yearly back-slapping, mutual admiration society convention, assuming I could afford the air fare, the fees, etc. to attend. Local chapters were all over the country but that didn't help me much because there isn't one near where I live. I've heard there are great local chapters that are very inclusive to e-pubbed writers and some who aren't accepting at all.



In the end, all it really allowed me was a feeling that I was never quite good enough. Even when I became published and actually started bringing in some pretty good money, I felt like the bastard child at the family reunion. The one who had to stay in the corner and not say too much. This was because I was e-published rather than "really published" by a big house in New York.



Over the weekend, I read tons of posts on loops and lots of blog posts about the recent kerfuffle with RWA and the RWA President. RWA Powers That Be are up to their old tricks. This is nothing new folks. They've tried for years to distance themselves from e-published writers and it will continue into infinity and beyond. If you're new to RWA, I understand your outrage perfectly. I felt the same way years and years ago. Finally, I just gave up and decided to drop my membership last summer because it was quite obvious to me that I would NEVER be good enough in their eyes. They continually go out of their way to de-value what we do.



They see e-publishing as just not quite good enough despite the fact there is plenty of quality writing and spellbinding stories coming from the e-publishing world and I know for a fact there are lots and lots of bad books to be found in brick and mortar stores. I actually LIKE the fact that I'm paid monthly and don't have to wait for six months or longer for a check.



Issues that have cause outrage over the years are almost too numerous to mention. E-publisher recognition, first sale ribbons, PRO and PAN qualifications. Several years ago they didn't want e-pubbed authors to sell their print books at the literacy booksigning because the covers were deemed too "naughty". BLECH. Oh, and don't forget the RITA and GOLDEN HEART. E-pubbed writers couldn't enter the RITA because, well, it's an e-pubbed book but yet, couldn't enter the GOLDEN HEART because, well, you're a published author despite the fact RWA doesn't really consider you a "legitimate" author. Hmmm. Then they began to set 'number of copies sold' limits for e-publishers yet they raised the numbers yearly to prevent a publisher from being 'recognized'. Each challenge was met but they kept raising the bar.



Bottom line folks. RWA will never treat e-published authors as anything other than a red-headed stepchild. I applaude those who are trying to promote change from within. I've heard that before too. It's been tried many times. Let me say straight off that I hope you are successful but I'm not holding my breath. RWA will never change. They refuse to see e-publishing as a viable option for both writers and readers and frankly, the world is progressing, looking forward, while they continue to preen about how they are 'real authors'.



Okay. Nuff said on that. I wish everyone luck. If a miracle happens and things DO change, I'll be first in line to re-up my membership. If not, no problem. I'll continue writing my ebooks and making money.