September. I gobbled it up, download the next in the series and keep right on reading. Then I went to their older series - also pretty addicting. Love these books and you will too. I mean, with a title like Sweet Filthy Boy, you know it's gonna be good.
I'm not really the kind of girl who ever took a walk on the wild side. I mean, I do believe if I'd grown up in a different part of town, I would have embraced all that went with it and had just as much fun. Instead of falling for clean-cut in khakis, I would have happily drooled over long-hair in wife-beaters. And my point is proven now that I've found Kristen Ashley's Chaos Series.
I was tempted by a motorcycle club book that had more F-bombs on one page than you could count and was really crazy harsh - though I did finish it and sort of enjoyed it. I just couldn't believe the author had the guts to actually type some of that stuff. Then Holli Bertram suggested I really should read Motorcycle Man by K.A. Well, it still had all the gritty badass motorcycle club texture, but OH - done is such an adorable romance style. LOVED it from the very first page. Really, truly loved it. Now I look at all real motorcycle men differently. When I opened my birthday present from Holli I whipped on that Harley Davidson "old lady" T-shirt and told my husband that I'd spent enough years being a rule follower. From now on, I was walking on the wild side.
2016 - The Year of the Badass.
This one cracked me up so I'm sharing as I pack up and get ready for a big move tomorrow. Here's to girlfriends and the husband who tolerate them. Enjoy!
Two women friends had gone for a girl's night out.
Both were very faithful and loving wives, however
They had gotten over-enthusiastic on the Bacardi Breezers.
Incredibly drunk and walking home they needed to Pee, so they stopped in the cemetery.
One of them had nothing to wipe with so she thought she would take off her panties and use them.
Her friend however was wearing a rather expensive pair of panties and did not want to ruin them.
She was lucky enough to squat down next to a grave that had a wreath with a ribbon on it, so she proceeded to wipe with that.
After the girls did their business they proceeded to go home.
The next day one of the woman's husband was concerned that his normally sweet and innocent wife was still in bed hung over, so he phoned the other husband and said:
'These girl nights have got to stop! I'm starting to suspect the worst. My wife came home with no panties!!'
'That's nothing' said the other husband, 'Mine came back with a card stuck to her ass that said.....
'From all of us at the Fire Station.
We'll never forget you..''
I had an easy, laid back Thanksgiving this year. I didn't have to cook much, my boys were with us to celebrate, so it was all about golf, and the pool, and football. It was wonderful. We had lots of laughs, too much to eat, saw Creed and Mockingjay 2, and watched our beloved Notre Dame's season end in a last second heartbreaker. A really good family holiday.
But today things get ugly.
My hubby and I, along with our two boys have a long-standing family feud which was supposed to come to a once-and-for-all conclusion today. We all agreed. And we've been talking about it since this 2015-2016 football season started.
Tom Brady and the Patriots are going head to head with the all-time-great quarterback and totally-hilarious actor, Peyton Manning, and the Broncos today. My husband and #1 son mistakenly believe Tom Brady is the greatest quarterback ever. #2 son and I know the truth. Which was supposed to be proven today.
I bought myself an autographed Peyton Manning jersey to wear today. Let me repeat that ... I bought a SIGNED Peyton Manning jersey to wear for the big game today.
I had planned to put it on quietly right before the game started and prance around until my family starts freaking out realizing it was signed by the MAN himself. Now I'm going to get comments about "the has been." The too-old-to-play anymore love of my life.
It's gonna be ugly.
Watching Peyton on the sidelines.
Not playing stupid, way-too-pretty Tom Brady. (Seriously, he is so freaking pretty. I mean there's nothing not to like about Tom Brady - unless you're a Ravens fan, but that's an even uglier story so ...)
I had said at the end of last season I'd better go see Peyton play in person early this year - but I didn't do it. And I'm afraid I was right. Looks like the end of an era has finally come. And I'm so sad.
He's such a competitor. His commercials make me laugh. And if you haven't seen his Saturday Night Live skit then you really need to check this out: Peyton Manning SNL and then just keep on watching.
I love that Cooper made it to St. Croix for a Thanksgiving celebration with a fan and her family. And I really love that Lisa Cumberpatch emailed me this picture so I'd know. Which reminds me to say—especially today—how thankful I am for readers like you. For readers who love Vance and Brooks and Crain and Pinks and Cooper!
Any new authors you are thankful for finding this year?
I saw this song performed on Dancing With The Stars Monday night and it immediately became my new favorite. Click below and you can hear it while watching the cute little video.
Check it out on Youtube!
I'm sooooooo sorry! I am the worst at keeping up a blog. But I am determined to do better.
Here's my day: Chiropractor at 9:15 to keep myself in shape for the big move next week - then race to the "new" house that is being "finished" up so we can move back in next week (major renovation - added a second floor and redid practically everything else - wait until you see my new kitchen!) Then I'm off to the Diet Doctor because if I don't start now I'm going to explode before New Year's Day.
THEN: my edits for UnderDog should be waiting for me when I return home so I need to clean up all the gift wrap from Christmas - YES I AM ALL BOUGHT & WRAPPED FOR CHRISTMAS - because I'm moving into a new house next week and have a new book coming out New Year's Eve!! Had to be ahead of the game.
AND my boys arrive late tonight for Thanksgiving!!
WHEW! Big week. Fun week. My motto today: Stay Calm and Think of Pinks. (Just thinking about revisiting his story is making me smile.)
What's your motto for today?
Yum-right? Ever dream of dating an NFL quarterback? (Ever wonder what he might be like in the sack?) This story does not disappoint with a fun and innovative love scene as good as you'd hope your secret quarterback crush would be able to live up to. (Unfortunately this book is only available for Kindles.) Here's an except:
Marlee’s and Anna’s voices abruptly dropped off as Declan was finally able to get to the table. It was obvious they’d been talking about him. His gut clenched for a moment as he wondered what the verdict was. He turned to Marlee with a raised, questioning brow. “And what did you ladies find to talk about?”
Cole got back to the table at the same time, and the men both sat down. He’d run his own semi-gauntlet of fans, but wasn’t as recognizable in Boston as Declan was. Declan scooted close to Marlee; Cole did the same on the other side of the table to be near Anna. He draped his large arm over his petite wife, who snuggled into his side, giving Declan a small pang of envy.
“Oh, nothing much,” Marlee said, but then a small smile lit her face and she bowed her head to keep Declan from noticing.
But he noticed. She didn’t want to like him. She had something against him, but damn if she didn’t like when he touched her. To prove his point, he once again took her hand, and placed both his and her entwined hands on his thigh. He moved them gently back and forth, not sure if he was doing so to excite Marlee or himself. Did it matter? His thigh, solid muscle from years of workouts, nearly liquefied as her hand, albeit with his guidance, lightly stroked.
Thankfully, the fine linen tablecloths went all the way to the floor. Declan said a silent hallelujah and began caressing Marlee’s hand, beginning with the sensitive skin between her thumb and forefinger. Her fingers were long and elegant. So were his, he knew, all the better to wrap around a football. What would Marlee’s digits be best wrapped around? Declan nearly choked on his ice water at the thought.
Marlee was quiet for a moment. It looked like she was silently contemplating something, her brows furrowed as if solving a problem. That must have been it, because she suddenly straightened her shoulders and lifted her chin. Decision made. But what had she been deciding?
She stroked her free hand up Declan’s arm, turning her body into his, while she squeezed his hand that joined hers. Her cat-green eyes looked into his, so deep, so crystal clear he felt as though she could look through him. She locked them with his and simply said, “Yes.”
Declan was mesmerized by her eyes, and it took him a moment to realize what she’d said. It took him a couple of seconds longer to deduce what Marlee was talking about. She was saying yes to him, wasn’t she? Yes to them. Yes to being with him, getting under the sheets, getting under him, and getting down to business. Declan flashed her his trademark smile—the one he flashed when he’d just come back from ten points down with four minutes left to win the game—and leaned forward to kiss her.
He was interrupted by Cole, who, until this time, had his head stuck behind a menu, oblivious to Declan’s and Marlee’s deep gazes. “Yes what, Marlee? What was the question? I missed it.”
Declan smiled at Marlee with regret that his proposed kiss had been cut short and turned to Cole, but had no intention of explaining. How could he explain something to Cole he didn’t understand himself? Plus, after Cole’s warning, he wasn’t sure his buddy would be as happy about Marlee’s answer as Declan was. “It was something I asked Marlee, Cole, and I got the answer I wanted.”
“Yes. But on one condition,” Marlee said, holding Declan’s gaze.
Declan groaned playfully. “Of course there’d be a condition. I should have figured that with a woman like you. What’s the condition?”
Marlee ignored Declan’s “woman like you” comment. “Yes, if you can correctly guess how many slips of paper with phone numbers you have in your pants at this exact moment.”
“Easy. None. Guess it’s a qualified yes, then.”
“I don’t believe you. There must be at least five, probably more.” He knew she’d seen the women hand him their numbers and Declan, in turn, had put them in his pants. He could tell she thought he was lying. The look of hurt on her face proved it.
“There’s none, darlin’, but you’re more than welcome to find out for yourself.” Declan freed his hand from hers and held his arms out from his body, to indicate he was ready for Marlee to frisk him. The loss of contact, and its adverse effect, shocked him. He wanted to reconnect immediately, but Marlee was insistent on the phone numbers.
“That won’t be necessary.” She turned away from him, back to Anna and Cole, who were engrossed at the moment in their own conversation. Thank goodness. He didn’t want her friends to hear what he was about to say to her.
Declan took Marlee’s hand again and said quietly in her ear, “I trashed them all in the kitchen as I was leaving the house. I don’t need anyone’s number tonight, Marlee. I only want you.”