Saturday, November 21, 2015

My Sexy Saturday #119

Welcome to the 119th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is Imagine Sexy. As writers of sexy books, we have all imagined sexy. Whether he comes riding in on a horse or in a space ship, we know sexy. We can imagine each and every one of them.

My Imagine Sexy comes from my contemporary romance, RINGS OF PARADISE, where Kristen first lays eyes on Shadow, the man whom she didn't know would soon become her boss.

A quick and unnerving surge passed through her body when her gaze followed the outline of his strong, squared jaw. With the plane ascending, her inspection rested at the end of his determined chin. A smile played across his lips.
“Like what you see?” His deep, silky voice challenged with a touch of conceit. Her eyes revealed everything she was feeling at that moment, if her mirrored reflection was true.
“Don’t flatter yourself!” She was scarcely aware of her own voice or the warm glow touching her cheeks, but she was fully aware that he had messed up her ecosystem without as much as a touch.
He smiled fully, showing each and every pearl-white tooth. “Thanks, babe.” He nonchalantly removed the baseball cap, the tucked-up hair spilling down around his shoulders.
Despite her obvious lame protest, she barely muffled the squeak of pleasure when her continued inspection took in the massive chest with the hair that peeked out the top of his black tank shirt. A mischievous smile threatened her lips as curiosity took hold of her again.
Mmmm, wonder where that leads?
She felt herself nearly reaching an uncontrollable level. Her warning bell should have been gonging a thousand times by now but wasn’t.
Her body filled with natural female desire as Khristen focused on muscular tanned thighs hidden snugly in a pair of wild-colored spandex shorts. Her heart skipped a beat when his well-toned thigh muscle twitched.
A nervous sigh escaped her. She tried with all her might to subdue the unwanted longing and curiosity that could spell trouble.
Why do I always seem to go after a challenge?

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Saturday, November 14, 2015

Welcome to the 118th week of My Sexy Saturday.

Have you ever seen a couple who look so adoringly at each other? Makes you wonder just what they are thinking about. Are they thinking about the last time they made love? Or how about the conversation they just had?

The point is that lovers have eyes only for each other. Sometimes the gaze is loving and sometimes not but you always know they are a couple destined to be together forever. We want to see your interpretation of a lover’s sexy gaze and how it works into your story.

This week’s theme: Their Sexy Gaze comes from Knight to Remember when Sir Reynold Loddington, aka The Black Knight, believes Courtney Parker is his long-lost love, Catherine.

“Whoa! Whoa!”
The words came through the blackness trying to take claim to his mind. Abraxas suddenly halted, and Reynold felt himself lifted off the ground. Someone took his foot from the stirrup and pulled the arnet from his head.
Focusing, he gazed into the eyes of his raven-haired love. He had indeed found his place, at last, in Catherine’s arms.
Courtney unbuckled the armor, removing it from on top of his still body, pulling the black arnet off. A mass of long, dark hair fell freely into the dirt. She pushed the wet strands from his face and held her breath as she gazed at his fluttering eyelids. Thick, blunt, dark lashes were like raven wings on his pale cheeks. When they opened, she peered into eyes the color of whiskey, drinking in their depths.
The cloud of darkness attempting to take the man faded slightly in his eyes as he stirred. His color brightened, turning to a deep tan as life came back into him. Her heartbeat accelerated with a strange sense of recognition as their souls met and then returned abruptly to its normal beat. Whatever she thought she saw disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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Thursday, November 12, 2015

New Toy
It’s been two months since that night we said good-bye.
When I left she took over and it hurts to see the things she does.
I sit and watch her make you look like a fool.
Can’t you hear what our friends are saying?
It hurts cuz I still care and the feeling’s still there.
Why do you stand for the things that she does?
How can you let yourself look bad cuz of her?
She treats you like a toy . . . someone to play with.
We both know that the feelings are still alive
And we both know that they’ll always thrive.
But still you won’t swallow your pride.
Sometimes I wish we never said good-bye.
Remember that love is grand and feelings are hard to understand.
Remember when she holds you at night
The way she acts with all the other men
And how you’re just one of her toys
Something she’ll throw away when it gets olds.
Remember babe, when you’re all alone
How many times you were told
That her kind of love was no good
And how toys become broken then get thrown away
Then remember us and how it used to be.

Written:  October 22, 1982

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Saturday, November 7, 2015

Welcome to the 117th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme: While You Were Sexy comes from my paranormal/time-travel Gabby’s Second Chance w/a Debi Wilder.

This week’s theme is a take on the movie, While You Were Sleeping, and can be fun, quirky or not. So many things can happen while you were sexy…things like falling in love with someone other than your boyfriend/girlfriend…or maybe taking a risk you wouldn’t normally take. That’s what the movie is all about…having a dream and risking for that dream…only to find it wasn’t what you really wanted or needed anyway.

“I lost my baby that night.”
“Sounds like you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time to me. What did the authorities say?” Lacey asked, adding more marshmallows to Gabby’s chocolate.
“It was a free choice I made. I thought if a pregnant woman stood between the thugs and the door, they’d leave our apartment. But how were they to know I was pregnant when I didn’t even have a baby bump yet?” Tears seeped from Gabby’s eyes, and she didn’t even try to stop them. In fact, she didn’t want to stop them and it felt so damn good. “I called an ambulance, and the doctor called the authorities. There’s a Detective Joe Michaels who’s assigned to the case, but nothing has come of it. He hasn’t been able to find neither Ryan nor the thugs who assaulted me. Detective Michaels still calls occasionally, just to see if I’m all right or remember anything new, but that’s about it. Basically it’s a cold case now.”
Lacey nodded her head, sympathy flitting across her face. “So what is it that you want then, Gabby?”
Gabby looked at her through tear filled eyes, wanting more than anything to believe this woman was in fact a genie and could grant her the things in life she couldn’t have anymore. “Things even you can’t give me, because I can‘t give them to myself. I wish I had the courage to love again. To feel a man touch me in ways I can’t even remember any more. To give life to a perfect human being.”
“My dear Gabby, don’t worry…your wish is my command!” Lacey did a little swirly thing with her hands and snapped her fingers.
But nothing changed. Gabby still sat on the bar stool feeling only as if she’d had a bit too much to drink. Other than that, her life felt exactly as it had been before she’d walked into Lacey’s Lamp.
“Well, Miss Lacey Flowers, so much for being a genie, but thank you for trying.” Gabby slid off the bar stool, a forced smile crossing her face. Slipping into the safety of her coat and back into the darkness of the night, she knew in her heart no one could help her. Not even a self-proclaimed genie.

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