Here’s another of my questions for you to ponder…

What is one trip you have never taken but would
really like to take some day?

My answer will be in the comments.

Also, I cleared my backlog of contest mailings this week because I have the new bookmarks I ordered. If you’d like bookmarks for yourself, friends, or to drop at your local bookstore, just send me an email with your snail mail address and how many you’d like to have. Here’s what they look like:

While I’m in Little Rock today, welcome my guest and fellow Ellora’s Cave author, Paige Tyler! ~DD

Here’s a note from Paige:

I’m so excited to announce that I have a new erotic romance out with Ellora’s Cave called GOOD COP, BAD GIRL that’s fun, sexy and smokin’ hot!

When people ask me where I get ideas for my books, I tell them anywhere and everywhere, which is true. Sometimes, I’ll read an article in a newspaper or magazine and it will give me an idea. Other times, someone will say something that will make me think, hey that’d be a great idea for a book. That’s how I came up with the story for GOOD COP, BAD GIRL. One of the women who works in my hubby’s office is a huge fan of the television show “Cops” and she was telling him about an episode in which a cop pulled over a pair of girls for speeding and they thought the whole thing was a prank because the guy was just way too good looking to be a cop.

When my hubby told me about it, I immediately had one of those hey-that’d-be-a-great-idea-for-a-book moments! Having the hero pull the heroine over for a traffic stop wasn’t going to work in the book, though, so I decided to have him show up at her apartment because the party she’s having for her birthday is getting a little too loud and disturbing the neighbors. And instead of thinking it’s some kind of prank, she assumes the hot cop is a male stripper her friends hired for her birthday. Hmm, a hot guy in uniform that comes with his own handcuffs. You probably think you know exactly where this is going, don’t you?

While I won’t tell you exactly what happens between the hero and heroine, I will share a sexy excerpt with you! Hope you enjoy it! And if you decide to pick up GOOD COP, BAD GIRL let me know how you like it!

Gotta love a guy who comes with his own handcuffs!

When a hunky cop shows up at Julie Hanson’s apartment to tell her the police received a complaint about the noise from her birthday party, she assumes he’s a male stripper her girlfriends hired. Upon discovering the gorgeous Kirk Chandler really is a police officer, she’s completely mortified, especially since she teased him about giving her a birthday spanking.

Kirk appears at her door for a second time later that night, bearing gifts and asking if she got her birthday spanking. Julie not only gets her bottom nicely warmed, but is treated to a night of pleasure that qualifies as the best birthday present any girl could ask for.

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Laughing, Julie yanked open the door and found herself face to face with the most gorgeous guy she’d ever seen. Tall, with short-cropped brown hair and a perfectly chiseled jaw, he had a wide, sensuous mouth and soulful dark eyes. More gold than brown, they were the kind of eyes a girl could end up getting lost in.

She forced her gaze to move lower, taking in his broad shoulders and muscular biceps before coming to rest on the shiny badge on the front of his dark blue uniform. Directly across from it was a nametag that read Chandler. This hot hunk was a cop?

Abruptly realizing she was just standing there staring at him, she reached up to tuck her long, ash blonde hair behind an ear. “Can I help you, Officer?”

He glanced at the other girls still sitting in the living room before those incredible eyes settled on her again. “Is this your apartment, ma’am?”

She stifled a groan. Even his voice was sexy as sin. “Yes.”

“We got a complaint about the noise you and your friends were making.”

Julie automatically opened her mouth to apologize, only to close it again as the obvious suddenly struck her. God, she was slow sometimes. This mouthwatering specimen of a man wasn’t a real cop; he must be a male stripper her friends had hired for her birthday. And if he looked even half as good naked as he did in that uniform, then she was in for a real show. Her friends were the best!

She glanced at the other girls over her shoulder and gave them a wink before turning back to him. Her lips curved into a sexy smile. “And you’re here to arrest me, right?” she teased. “Or maybe you’d rather give me a birthday spanking instead?”

He lifted a brow, clearly caught off guard by the suggestion.

Julie was a little surprised by it herself. So much for not being able to ask a guy she’d just met for a spanking. She wasn’t usually quite so bold. Then again, she was already on her second margarita. Not that she was tipsy or anything. She was just feeling a little naughty. And if she couldn’t be naughty on her birthday, when could she be naughty?

When he didn’t answer, she gave him a pout. “No? And one of my friends just gave me the cutest heart-shaped paddle, too.” She shrugged. “Maybe later then. I’d much rather see you strip anyway.”

His brows drew together. “Strip?”

Damn, he was really good at staying in character. She nodded. “Yeah, you know, take off your clothes. Though I wouldn’t do it out in the hallway if I were you. Not unless you want my neighbors to really call the cops.”

When he didn’t move, she reached out and grabbed the front of his belt to give it a tug. He didn’t resist, but let her pull him into the entryway. As much as she would have liked to keep her hand right where it was, maybe even move it a little lower, she forced herself to release him. She should probably let him start dancing before she got too familiar. She waited, expecting him to make suggestive little moves with his hips and unbutton his shirt, but he only continued to regard her with that same authoritative expression on his face. Sheesh, this guy was seriously into his role.

Julie took a step closer to him. He was taller than she was by almost a foot and she had to tilt her chin to look up at him. Up close like this, she could see light flecks of green in his golden eyes.

“You’re really good, you know that? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a real cop.” She circled him slowly, running her hand up his arm and over his shoulder, then across his back. “The uniform looks real, that’s for sure.” She let her fingers trail over his opposite shoulder and down his other arm, her gaze going to the gun in the holster at his hip as she walked around to stand in front of him again. “So does the gun. And the handcuffs.” She ran a finger over the badge on his chest. “And that badge is the best I’ve ever seen.”

As she studied the radio clipped to his left shoulder, she realized it looked real, too. She didn’t know male strippers wore such authentic getups. She was about to say as much to him when the radio suddenly hissed.

“All units in the vicinity of Bayview, we have a 2-11 in progress…”

She frowned. Bayview was a neighborhood in the southern part of the city, across town from where she lived in the Lower Pacific Heights section of San Francisco. Oh…crap. This guy wasn’t a stripper. He was a real cop! She jerked her head up to look at him, her eyes wide.

A slow smile curved his mouth as he folded his arms across his broad chest. “That’s right, ma’am. The uniform is real. The gun is real. The handcuffs are real. The badge is real. And you,” he added meaningfully, “are in real trouble.”

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Happy Reading!
Paige

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This was in my inbox yesterday!

From The Romance Studio: “…The seventh book in the My Immortal Knight series, Knight of My Dreams is by far the best. The story is such a perfect contrast between light and dark, past and present, vengeance and redemption, that it leaves you aching with its haunting beauty. Quentin is a fierce warrior, who loves his wife and is ready to sell his soul to the devil in order to save her. Kamaria, on the other hand, is not the devil she wants all to think she is, and the hints of vulnerability she shows only make her the most powerful character in this story. Moreover, Darcy, along with all the secondary characters, does not fall short in her complexity and strength…But no question, this book is intense in every sense of the word, and it is ready to rob you of your breath.”

And after a lot of wallowing, I have managed to make progress. Everything on Sunday’s To Do list is complete. So I’m a day behind—so what! I still hope to complete the novella for the Kindle project by Thursday. Have to see where Sasha is with her story…

For any of you who are waiting for contest materials to be mailed, I worked on a huge stack yesterday. I’ll mail them when I’m on my way to Little Rock tomorrow. You should have them in your hot little hands soon!

And lastly, the pool temperature finally rose above 80 degrees! The water’s warm, clear and I didn’t have to fish any critters from the depths. It’s all good.

That’s what my horoscope said today. Spooky. Here I am looking at yesterday’s To Do list and trying to reprioritize with today’s list. Had a headache all day yesterday and couldn’t look at the monitor except in short spurts. Will start with the critiques I owe to the ladies at Rose’s. So sorry to be late.

Only 8 more days of May and I have to make a strong finish. Must turn off the Tweetdeck, the Facebook, and try not to look at the email. At least for today. I’d never last the whole week. 🙄

We’ll get to the SRC in a moment.

I have a little bit of a headache this morning. Mead always does that to me. Don’t know why I drink it, except that drinking wine with an Asatru priest (he follows Norse pagan beliefs) and an eclectic witch seemed the thing to do and it was truly delicious!

I went to Hot Springs yesterday with the red-headed hellion to visit the pair I met a few months ago and talked about on this blog. Bill gave me a rune reading and Red had the fairy cards read. We stayed for a few hours chatting with their friends. Lovely night.

Here’s Bill. I coaxed him into his robes.

These are the girls who were there. The red-headed hellion is the one in orange. She has her hair pulled back in a bun. Lisa, the witch, is to her right.

Had to snap this. It’s a fairy door the couple made to encourage fairies to enter their home. I’m so getting one for my office.

On the way home from their house, my daughter and I stopped at Wally World for a few things, and I passed a whole display of How to Train Your Dragon toys. This one roared at me to take him home. Really. All I did was tap him on the butt.

One little random note here. I opened the latest RT Bookreviews Magazine and found a review for Fairy Tale Lust, which will release July 1st.
4 1/2 stars from Gail: “This original collection puts a deliciously sexy twist on familiar fairy tales. Many talented writers provide a wide range of stories, including m/f, f/f, classic and contemporary.”

Okay, back to the business part of the blog.
I have nearly completed a rewrite of the last 5 chapters of the novella I had so many problems with last week. I’ve never done such an extensive revision before. I know, I’m spoiled. But I do feel better about it. There’s humor in there and more of their growing relationship. Thank goodness I found the heart.

“Take a blow torch to your belly fat!” That was the subject of a spam mail I deleted this morning. It’s a pretty effective sentence. Gives the reader an instant image and the theme of the spammer’s message. Whoever wrote it has real talent.

So does whoever wrote “V is for Vampire” for Powerman 5000.

“Nobody loves you when you’re skin is so pale,
and your teeth are gettin’ sharpened and your black friggin’ nails.
Nobody needs you when your eyes turn wide
and the light of day can keep you up all night,
because V is for Vampire, V is for blood…”

Maria Mena’s song “Sorry” paints a picture and grabs your emotions.

“He grabs my wrists
as my fingers turn into angry fists
and I whisper, ‘Why can’t you love me?
I’ll change for you’…”

Don’t you feel her anguish?

When the singer whispers these words, don’t you feel his?

“He said, ‘I’m sorry, so sorry,
I’m sorry, I am sorry’…”

All these writers paint a picture in a few well-chosen words, and we novelists have a hard time telling a story in a whole friggin’ book. We all use words. We all sweat over them. They have to convey a single message, a single vision, a single scene in a person’s life. A novelist tries to drop a reader into another world and transport them into another person’s life in 400 pages.

I’m not saying a novelist’s job is harder. I’m just thinking I would have sucked as a spammer or a songwriter.

Yesterday’s post was a lot of fun. I’ll have to solicit photos from you all again. Here are the pictures some of you sent me to share glimpses of your addictions!

Heather has a thing for skulls. Her mother indulged her with a great purse. I think I could like this addiction too!

Julie has a collections of Dreamcicles—and I learned something because I had never seen them before. The big sad eyes really pull a person in!

Ilona isn’t collecting daughters with vivid hair (she can’t have mine!), but her husband has an extensive collection of dragons that you can catch a glimpse of in the background. It’s a good thing she didn’t include her address… Just sayin’.

Anna loved the post so much, she put pics of her obsessions on her blog. Her first love, books, was a common theme yesterday. And another I share, although I collect mostly history and mythology books. I wouldn’t consider the romances (other than a few keepers) as a collection, because as I read them, I let them go.

Here’s Anna’s other obsession, costume jewelry. My daughter would love her.

If you’d like to add a picture of your obsession, it’s not too late!

Ilona sent me a link to add her collection of soft toys to the list!