NaNo Day 28:
Viking-2—1836 words
TW—0 words 😥

The militant not the meek shall inherit the earth. ~Mother Jones

Okay, so that saying’s completely random. Not sure why it struck me as something I wanted to post here. Maybe it’s because I’ve been singlemindedly heading toward this trifecta of deadlines, unwavering in my intent. I’m close. I know the most important of the three will be off my desk late Tuesday. I’m praying the second will be gone Wednesday. But I’m thinking I may need one more day to finish the last one. So one day late on one deadline. Not too bad, huh?

Not that I’m bowing to the pressure. Everyone around me knows to leave me alone. I snap and snarl. My eyes are so bloodshot I look as though I’ve been on a week-long pub crawl.

When the smoke clears, I hope I can recover my bright, bubbly self. And I’ll have to diet for weeks. I’ve been living off coffee, english toffee cappuccino mix and Dove dark chocolate. Since I’ve been wearing only pajama bottoms and sweats, I won’t know the true verdict until I try on my jeans.

Yesterday, I completed another four chapter editing blitz of the Viking book. I read another eight Girls Who Bite stories, corresponded with an author regarding changes to her amazing short, but didn’t touch the TW novella. I just didn’t have the energy left, so I cut off working at six and headed over to spend some time gossipping with the red-headed hellion. If I think my life’s hell, she can always do one better. So I returned feeling smug. Thanks so much dd for putting my teeny-tiny stressors into perspective!

What has you stressed out?

NaNo Day 27:
Viking-2—1777 words
TW—1364 words

Almost there. Almost there. Almost there. I feel like the little engine that could. Three days left and I can see the end in sight, but I have to keep glued to this chair. Can’t let up a second.

This week was a bit of a mixed bag. I took two days off to visit with relatives who came in from Iowa. We went shopping (I bought some beautiful baroque, champagne-colored pearl earrings—that took care of my jewelry fix). But those two days cost me dearly. I had to write for 13 hours straight yesterday. Will do the same today. I will not miss my deadlines!

So, summing up, this last week, I:
* Added 34 pages to Viking-2. I completed heavy edits for chapters 1-16.
* Added 20 pages to TW, and completed heavy edits for chapters 1-2.
* Read around 20 stories for Girls Who Bite, and assigned them to the Reject/Maybe/Yes! folders.
* Completed final line edits for True Heart (coming January 4th!).

By Wednesday of this week, I have to:
* Finish edits of chapters 17-23 of Viking-2.
* Finish writing chapters 5-7 of TW and complete editing too!
* Finish reading all GWB stories, revise those I’m keeping, and plunk them into the manuscript.

Let’s hope I can keep up the pace, because I HATE to be late. Y’all have a terrific week. Think of me. Almost there. Almost there…

NaNo Day 25:
Viking-2—0 words
TW—0 words 😥

Like a lot of you, I have company underfoot from out of town and children crawling all over me because school’s out. Today, the adults are going shopping! Yeah, I got talked into it. Thankfully, they aren’t keen on going to the malls. We’ll head into Hot Springs and troll the long downtown strip. It’s always fun. I’ll see if I can find anything to tick off my Christmas list.

Yesterday and today will be busts so far as word count toward NaNo and wrapping up the Viking book, but I have the weekend ahead of me. I won’t crawl out of my mole hole (what everyone refers to as my office) until next week.

In the meantime, I have a question for you to ponder…

If you lived on a farm, which chores above all chores,
would you definitely not want to do?

Today’s all about family, so I’m taking a little break. However, I did want to thank you all for making this such a spectacular year for me!

Thank you, thank you for your support. Pleasing Sir remains #1 on Amazon’s erotica list. Breaking Leather is currently #1 on MBaM’s website and is screaming up the list on Amazon as well. I’m very blessed with the loyalty of my readers. I’ll keep working hard to please you!

Back to the turkey! Muah! 😀

NaNo Day 23:
Viking-2—1196 words
TW—198 words 😥

I love chocolate. And vacations. But the best thing of all is vacations with chocolate.

Oh, and a delicious partner or two as well, of course.

So I guess it is not really surprising that vacations tend to run through my books. Or maybe it’s just that my characters like to go on vacation too.

In “Huldah’s Two Hikers”, Huldah, Derek, and Corey went on a three-day hike in a National Park. Then in “Double Satisfaction”, Imogen, Gage, and Liam spent a week at a luxury resort.

My latest book, “Summer Sizzle”, is not a ménage, it’s MM. But it is set on vacation. At the beach. This particular beach is one I have visited and adore. In fact, the book is dedicated to the beach, as it was the inspiration for the story. Not the characters, they just appeared in my head, demanding their story be told. But how that story would unfold so the characters could achieve their Happy Ever After? It was the beach which decided that.

Craig and Seth took one look at each and lust erupted between them.

Of course, achieving an HEA wasn’t that simple, but the beach did its utmost to ensure it happened.

Summer Sizzle

Craig and Seth are both on holidays at Two Waters beach. The lust between them is instant and fiercely hot. Sex at the beach, in the woods, in the sauna… When they take a break from having sex they discover they have many interests in common and begin to build a relationship outside the bedroom.

Their growing intimacy is interrupted when Seth is called to a meeting at the school where he teaches. Seth is shattered when he and most of his colleagues find themselves suddenly unemployed due to school consolidation. His well-ordered life has come to a crashing halt, along with his vacation—and perhaps his romance.

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Summer Sizzle—Warning: MM

“Enough,” said Craig, standing up. “Let’s go to bed.”

“Good plan.” Casually Seth dropped his towel and let his cock lead the way out of the room.

Craig retrieved the lube and condoms from the bathroom while Seth pulled the covers down the bed. He piled the pillows up behind his back and lounged against the headboard, his legs spread, his cock pointing straight up.

“God, you look hot.” Craig had left his towel in the bathroom and was now naked. His cock was huge and hard, the head reddish purple with excitement.

“Climb up here and let me suck you. I want to play with that barbell.”

Craig slid across the bed, his arms open to pull Seth into a bear hug. They wrestled a little on the bed, each one demonstrating his muscles but both careful not to hurt the other. Seth, larger and stronger than Craig, ended up on top and sat across Craig’s hips. Then he swiveled around to lie on top of the other man, and sucked Craig’s cock deep into his mouth. His tongue played with the jewelry, rolling it and sliding all around it, then slipping into the eye of his cock to lick the tiny drop of liquid already there. Then Seth relaxed his throat and took Craig in unbelievably deep. The other man groaned loudly. “God, that’s good.”

Craig wiggled around a bit so his mouth was level with Seth’s cock and he began gently biting his way along the length. Seth let Craig pop out of his mouth for a moment to say, “Oh, yeah I like that!” before sucking Craig in again as deep as he could go.

While Seth sucked and played his tongue around the ridge and the piercing, Craig nibbled and bit, adding bites of pleasure-pain alternating with soothing sucking.

Very quickly Seth’s brain was frying with sensory overload. The cock in his mouth tasted totally delicious. It was long and hard and hot, and playing with the barbell was fun. Craig was also very sensitive along the join between cock and cock head and Seth was enjoying teasing along that line, cranking up the tension. He opened the back of his throat wide and swallowed as much of Craig as he could, taking the man impossibly deep and loving every moment of it.
Meanwhile the sensations coming from Craig’s efforts on his own cock were setting his nerves endings on fire. Seth loved a little pain with his pleasure and the nips and sucks along his cock were just the perfect blend of pleasure and pain. Sharp tugs of teeth, soothing laps of tongue.

Seth deep throated Craig again, sucking with all his might, knowing he was close to coming and guessing that Craig was too.

Craig cracked a palm hard on his ass. His body jumped as he sucked even harder on the luscious cock in his mouth.

Craig slapped him again, hard, twice in quick succession. It was enough. His cock exploded huge bursts of cum and Craig’s cock down his throat did likewise. Hastily Seth pulled his mouth back a little so he could swallow every tangy, spicy drop of cum, then sucked hard again, causing Craig to give him another spurt of delicious seed. He licked the head clean then sadly let the cock drop out of his mouth.

Craig dragged on his arm, pulling him around, and they lay together, heads on the same pillow, and cuddled. Craig reached down to pull the bedding over them and they relaxed into each other’s arms, totally satiated for the moment.

Huldah’s Two Hikers

Huldah aims to conquer the challenging three-day hike. Derek and Corey plan to conquer Huldah.

Derek is tall, dark and dominating. Golden-blond Corey is warm and caring and can turn a campfire meal into a feast. Huldah just wants to prove to herself she can navigate and hike the trail. But the two men are awfully yummy. And distracting. Besides, sex outdoors is very good, especially with two men at once.

Between them, Derek and Corey bring Huldah’s passions to the boil and the three enjoy the hottest, most innovative sex ever.

Then Derek’s bossiness starts to cause problems. What will happen when they reach the end of the trail? And will they even get there if Derek insists on doing the navigating?

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Double Satisfaction

Imogen, Gage and Liam relax at a luxury resort for a week’s vacation and some extra-hot ménage sex. The gardens are beautiful, the meals are delicious and the facilities are excellent—swimming pools, beach, tennis and golf. The men are delicious too, and Imogen is having a wonderful time—until bossy Gage makes a few autocratic decisions that remind Imogen of her manipulative father. Imogen has to decide whether the best orgasms of her life are worth risking potential heartbreak.

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NaNo Day 16:
Viking-2—1958 words
TW—1045 words

I’m super excited about the release of my first lesbian historical romance, Beguiled. Although I’ve written a few contemporary girl on girl stories, this one was really a book from the heart. I’ve always been fascinated with women who summoned the courage to break out of society’s bonds in order to discover their true selves.

After seeing a segment on the news about the alarming number of women veterans who’d been wounded in the Middle East, I was inspired to write Beguiled. I was astounded by the vast number of women returning from war after losing limbs or being told they’d never walk again. Faced with such a situation, I expected most women would harbor resentment. I was surprised to see how many had risen above their circumstances to not only thrive, but to help others in their same situation.

I wondered what would happen if a woman had been wounded while fighting during the American Civil War. How would the men have treated her when they discovered she was a woman? How would other women view her? How could she ever go back to life as a normal woman after having fought alongside men?

Growing up in the South, Civil War history is just a part of the local scenery, and while authors are often told to write what they know, I also choose to write where I know. I’ve experienced the deafening sizzle of cicadas in the trees on a sultry summer night. I’ve smelled earthy red Georgia clay and felt the stifling humidity that hangs oppressively in air so thick you can hardly breathe. I grew up playing on acres of rolling farmland and wading through the cotton stalks when the cotton bolls were so white they’d blind you in the sunlight. So I couldn’t think of a better setting for Beguiled than war-torn Georgia. And no better time than the 1860s to write about two enemies—two women—who struggle to find the strength and the courage to be together no matter what it takes.

Here’s a taste of Beguiled ~

“I have something that might fit you.” I slid off the bed to rummage in the chest of drawers. When I pulled open the bottom drawer, Dalton’s scent filled my senses. I breathed it in, longing to feel his strong arms, yearning to feel safe and sheltered again.

Missing…

A lump welled in my throat as I withdrew one of his neatly folded nightshirts. “This was…is…is my husband’s,” I said. “It should fit you.”

Again, those stormy eyes collided with mine and held. The way she studied me with that deliberate stare unnerved me. She winced as she shifted in the bed to drag her shirt out from under her bottom. At once, I moved to help her, placing Dalton’s nightshirt on the bed as I gathered up Alice’s shirt and dragged it off over her head.

I easily saw how she passed herself off as a man now. Her broad, angular shoulders looked as strong as any man’s. Muscular biceps defined the shape of her long arms. But my gaze drew magnetically to her breasts. All peaches and cream, they were small and boasted dark, velvety nipples. I swallowed thickly, realizing I couldn’t stop staring — and also realizing Alice didn’t seem to care.

Instead, she leaned back slightly as if to give me a better view. Her nipples rose as she inhaled a deep breath. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have thought she intended her pose to be provocative. Was she that shameless?

A wave of heat settled in my neck, and, hands trembling, I unfolded Dalton’s nightshirt and slipped it over Alice’s head. At the same time, we both reached for the ties at the neck. Our hands clashed once and then twice, and I let out a nervous laugh. I swatted her hands away. “Let me.”

Her hands dropped to her lap, and she watched me as I looped the thin ties into a perfect little bow. I sat beside her once more. “What was it like?” I asked. “Fighting?”

I fell utterly in love with Alice while writing Beguiled. If you’d like to read more of Alice and Belle’s love story, you can purchase the book here: Buy the book

Thanks Delilah, for allowing me to introduce your readers to my characters!

Paisley Smith ~ https://paisley-smith.com ~ Aren’t you just a little curious?

NaNo Day 15:
Viking-2—2328 words
TW—1257 words

As you can tell, a very productive day yesterday, despite one very, very naughty little 23-month-old…

I live for her naps. They last at least a couple of hours every day. While she sleeps, I slam pages. Yesterday, she was taking an unusually long nap. I’d sneak by her door and listen—not a peep—and head back to work.

Finally, I knew I couldn’t leave her there longer, otherwise I’d never get her to bed that night. When I opened the door, I wanted to back right out and wait hours for her mother to come home. In her boredom, little princess had stripped off her clothes and her diaper. Then she’d pooped in the center of her bed.

That wasn’t enough. Apparently, warm poop feels really good between your toes because she couldn’t help herself. There wasn’t an inch of bed bottom that didn’t have little poopy footprints. Still not enough?

She’d decided she was an artist. Bright orangey-brown poop was smeared into the sides of the bed, over the top. And poop makes for a fabulous facial becasue she had in her nose, across her cheeks, in her hair…

Oh yes. One of those moments when I wonder why I didn’t tie my tubes after the son. At the time, I was too horrified to think, but now I wished I’d taken one picture as revenge. Someday she would have brought a date to the house and introduced him, and I would have pointed to the picture over the mantle and told him all about Princess Poop.

But y’all don’t want to hear about my adventure. You want to know who won yesterday’s prizes. I’ll wait to hear from Adele, but the winner of my Access Romance contest is…Tracey D! Tracey, congrats and be sure to email me!