Sassy & Southern

Learn to Flirt – Regency Style

Posted in General on March 31st, 2011 by Casey Crow

One of the many reasons I love regency romances, is the subtly of courtship… subtle, yet sizzling! With a chaperone present our regency heroine has limited ways of seducing her dark lord….but sometimes less is more.

In ‘A Dead Man’s Debt’, during a drawing lesson with Lord Ranulf, Celeste Armitage plays the ‘proximity’ card with consummate innocence.

“Very well, we begin. First I will show you how to measure proportion.”

Sitting side by side, the warm press of her leg through her skirts against his thigh was, Ranulf decided, exquisite torture. A curl of chestnut hair escaped its pins, bobbing against her neck and desperately he wanted to reach out to tuck it back behind the shell of her ear. But he resisted, instead barking gruff instructions.

“Hold the pencil thus,” Ranulf extended his arm. “Overlay the tip against the crown of the head…and slide your thumb along to mark the position of the chin…”

His pulse raced a Celeste’s lips parted in concentration. Was it his imagination or was she trembling, her tongue darting between moist lips. His eyes locked with hers, drawn into their emerald glitter, falling deeper under their spell. He heard her breath hitch as her arm drooped down to her side…

Of course once you have hooked your brooding lord, you need to transform him into more husbandly material. And to do this, flattering flirtation is required, whereby the heroine reveals the hero’s hidden depths. Celeste does this with aplomb; admiration in her whispered tones as she skillfully massages the delicate male ego.

At her invitation Ranulf flicked out his coat tails to sit beside her in the shade of the high brick wall.

The sketch was of a handsome man with dark soulful eyes; part rogue, part lost boy. Over his shoulder a horse draped his head, nudging his velveteen nose against the figures chest, devoted and trusting.

“This is me.” Ranulf’s eyes dilated in surprise, “only this version looks …content…at peace with the world.”

Celeste whispered, her words nearly lost of the breeze. “Behind that façade you are a gentle man, in the truest sense. It’s just that you hide it well.”

“That comes,” Ranulf replied with bitterness, “of being a constant disappointment to those around me.”

Her eyes glittered. “How can you even think that?”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.” Tentatively, shy as a startled rabbit, she reached across and touched his hand. Ranulf’s shoulders slumped from the sheer relief of human contact.

When a regency rogue is targeted by a determined tonnish Miss, he might as well give up there and then. For if she wishes, once she has evoked an animal response from his body, her wit and pluck invades his sanity such that no even a stiff ride in a thunder storm can purge her influence from the mind.

How could a woman affect him so? Ranulf pressed Fable on harder. Startled, the horse leapt forward, all his energy spilling over into the exhilaration of speed. But as Ranulf transferred his weight to his knees, he seemed cursed, for even the steady, drumming of a headlong gallop, beat out the rhythm of her name…

Cel-este-Cel-este-Cel-este…

Faster.

She had bewitched him.

Go faster.

Ranulf crouched low over Fable’s neck, the smell of horse grease filling his nostrils, the silvered mane lashing his cheeks. Like a warrior training for war, he recognized weakness and must destroy it. Damn her.

Achieving all this under the watchful eyes of a chaperone. Go Celeste! Oh la la! Go those Regency girls! They could teach us a thing or two about flirting!

Blurb from ‘A Dead Man’s Debt’ – Grace Elliot

Celeste Armitage has a plan…and it doesn’t include marriage.

Celeste’s despairing parents exile her to the country, where she finds a sketch book of nude studies and is shaken to find the artist is her hostess’s son, Lord Ranulf Charing. This cynical lord is the exactly sort of dissipated rogue she despises most…if only her blood didn’t heat at the sight of him!

Lord Ranulf faces ruin as a blackmailer uses his late brother’s debts to destroy the Charing’s reputation. When Ranulf unexpectedly falls for the rebellious Celeste he must chose between true love and family duty…but Ranulf underestimates Celeste’s resolve to clear his name and unwittingly places his soul mate in mortal danger….

“Historical romance at its best.”

“Totally engrossing…sensual and evocative writing.”

“Breathtaking sensuality…page turning drama…a wonderful talent.”

 

About the author:   Grace Elliot leads a double life as a veterinarian by day and author of historical romance by night. She firmly believes that intelligent people should read romance, as an antidote to the modern world. Grace is addicted to books and all things feline. If you would like to know more about Grace and her work please visit:

www.graceelliot.webs.com

or

http://graceelliot-author.blogspot.com

The sensuous historical romance ‘A Dead Man’s Debt’ is widely available from most good eBook stores, Amazon Kindle, Smashwords and www.solsticepublishing.com

US link:

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Untamable

Posted in General on March 28th, 2011 by Casey Crow

Hello everyone! Thanks so much to Casey for having me here today! For commenting today I’ll be giving away a copy of one of my three books.

Recently at my local Romance Writers of America’s meeting I explained the difference between erotica and erotic romance. Several members informed me that they’d never known there was a difference. That brings me to today’s post. Months back I expressed an interest in writing an inspirational novel about a woman losing her first love to drugs and him coming back clean as a preacher. At the time I got a lot of negative feedback because I was told there was no way I could write something so tame.  The thing most people don’t understand is that erotic romance and inspirational novels have one huge thing in common, emotions.

Both inspirational and erotic romance stories are based off of the emotions and feelings that drive the characters forward in the book. Inspirational writers must stop at a kiss, while erotic romance writers can let their characters do just about anything. While inspirational and erotic romance have that one base in common that’s how erotica differs. Erotica does not have to have any emotional involvement from the characters. In erotica the story is pushed forward by the physical and mental desire for sexual experience. I’m not saying that in order to write erotica that you can’t have a story line with a great plot but it’s not about the emotions in erotica. In this genre your characters are open to explore themselves, their sexuality, and others without having to have an emotional journey along with the sexual journey. Most times at the end of an erotic romance you get a happily ever after. At the end of an erotica you don’t. The heroine or hero does not need to be in a relationship, only the promise that the main character has found him or herself sexually and grown from the experience is required in erotica.
Before you classify your books please make sure you read the “rules” for each genre. If you are querying an erotic romance as an erotica you are hurting your chances of getting a yes from an agent or editor who is interested in erotic romance. That goes the other way too.

My erotic romance UNTAMABLE was released on February 23, 2011. This story wasn’t supposed to be out until mid April, so I’m thrilled it’s out early. To purchase UNTAMABLE at http://www.sirenpublishing.com/saydegrace/

Here’s my new cover as well as a bit of a teaser, in this one I hope can feel the emotion behind these characters:

Jasper nodded. “All right, tell me she’s going to wake up any second and be perfectly fine.”

Doc grimaced. “I can’t tell you that, but be prepared for her to be back in heat when she does. She needs to complete the cycle.”

Damn it, that was not what Jasper wanted to hear, although her still being in heat would definitely be a good thing. He couldn’t wait to mount her.

Sidda wanted to roll her eyes. All he thought about was “mounting” her. For fuck’s sake, she’d almost been killed by Brockton’s dumb ass, and all Jasper wanted to do was mount her. “Is that all you think of?” Her croaking voice flowed through the room.

An instant later, a rush of footsteps had Jasper on one side of her bed and Doc on the other. She shook her head, biting back a groan of pain. Dammit, her head still hurt.

She opened her mouth to complain but stopped short when another figure appeared at the foot of the bed. Tears began to pour from her eyes. She slowly sat up, holding her hands out to Zeke, sobbing as he eased his way to her. “Oh my god.” She grasped Zeke’s hands, tugging him to her. Sidda’s breath caught in her chest. She’d been so sure she’d never see him again, yet here he was alive with her.

“What happened? I saw what Brockton…” She shook her aching head, holding onto him for dear life. He’d saved her from Brockton. “I thought…I…”

“Yeah, he beat me up pretty bad, but Stephan got there.” Zeke smiled. “He’s a good guy after all.”

Sidda forced a smile for her brother. Her hand trembled, burning from the mark on her palm. It looked like a small scratch, but the hum of energy from the spot told her it was more.

She cleared the thoughts of Stephan from her mind. “I can’t believe you’re all right.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna be fine. Your mate said if I didn’t get better, he’d be forced to beat me back to health.” Zeke laughed.

Sidda smiled at Jasper, releasing her brother’s hands to pull Jasper’s head toward her. She kissed his cheek, and he winked.

“Gross.” Zeke’s lips curled. “I should not know what you are feeling, or him. It’s disturbing. Come on, Doc, I want to take these rags off my forehead.”

Zeke and Doc slipped from the room. Sidda grinned at Jasper and pulled the covers back so he could slide into bed with her.

He tugged his pants and shoes off, followed by his shirt. “I should be mad at you for running off, not trusting me to handle the situation, and going into heat while I wasn’t there. I really should be pissed, but all I want to do is hold you. To make sure you’re safe and all right.” Jasper wrapped his arms around Sidda, dragging her close to him.

Sidda sighed with contentment. She’d been so scared when Brockton had come after her, but here in her mate’s arms, she was safe again. “Just hold me. Later we can fight. Right now I just want to hold you.” She yawned against his warm chest.

“Whatever you want, babe.” His hands stroked her back, sending her into a blissful sleep.

 Thank you everyone! I hope you enjoyed my post and now go forth and be productive!
Sayde

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It’s All About Diving In

Posted in General on March 21st, 2011 by Casey Crow

Thank you, Casey, for inviting me to blog today. It’s my pleasure after your great post on pageants as part of my recent Salute to the South at ritabay@wordpress.com. Your post reminded me of my experiences with my own daughter who chose a different path.

My Laura never disappointed me until she was five when my husband and I gave her a karate gi, planning to share one of our family hobbies with her. She put it on and allowed me to take her picture in it, then took it off, folded it as neatly as a five-year-old could manage, handed it back to me and uttered those heart-breaking words: “Karate is your sport, Mama, swimming is mine.”

And how was I supposed to know this? She loved to swim in the bay at our house, but compete? Nevertheless, I packed away the gi, bought a gallon of UltraSwim shampoo and signed her up for the local year-round swim team.

By the time she was ten, she was swimming in the top one percent nationally—not headed for the Olympics yet, but pretty damn good. Then, she and her two best swim friends hit puberty. Laura grew to 5’9″ tall –great for a swimmer- but she wears a size 5 ring and size 7 shoes. No way could she bulk up enough to swim competitively for scholarships or the goal of every swimmer who dives into a pool—the Olympics—it just wasn’t in her genes.

After one tearful meet, Laura accepted her limitations and continued to compete because she loved to. While in high school, she became a lifeguard, worked as an assistant coach in summer swim league, then coached a team of her own. In her senior year, after her high school team’s state meet, she climbed out of the pool, looked at me and said “I’m finished.” Laura worked at her college’s pool, taught swim lessons, and worked as an assistant coach with a youth team.

Could I imagine Laura in a pageant? Not likely. Laura was invited to model by a couple of department stores, but she gave the ladies a polite “No thank you, ma’am,” and returned to swim practice. She wouldn’t even buy a nice dress for a portrait. When her cousin loaned us one, she complained “She should have minded her own business.” (Confidentially, in the photo she’s wearing her swimsuit under her cousin’s dress.)

Laura did have one brush with pageants, however. After swimming at a meet in Auburn, she and her swim friends piled into the elevator in their wet suits, damp hair flying. A group of immaculately groomed and beautifully dressed pageant princesses who were participating at an event in the hotel followed them into the elevator. Each group claimed a side of the elevator, then stared at each other like they were from different planets.

But they really weren’t that different. Each of those children had a lot in common, beginning with supportive parents. As a retired educator and counselor, I could only dream of parents like that. Each child learned early to set goals, then worked to achieve those goals. Whether exhausting swim practices, intense dance or voice lessons, or tedious weight training or fittings, their commitment was a key to success. Then, there was learning how to gracefully accept not winning and competing simply for the enjoyment of the experience.

There’s no doubt that the swimmers’ passion and commitment affected their later lives. Laura is a successful commercial lending banker with an MBA from Johns Hopkins, Mandy is completing her OB-GYN residency, and Lee Anne who recently married is an accountant. I don’t know how those pageant participants at Auburn turned out, but I wish them success like Casey’s who has a long list of personal and academic achievements which she attributes – in part- to her participation in pageants. Did you or your child make a commitment to something early? How did it work out?

Thanks again to Casey for inviting me to blog. Today, my Moonday’s Historic Hunks in History with the Sizzlers (http://southernsizzleromance.wordpress.com/) features that naughty King Charles II (and his many mistresses) and my daily blog (http://ritabay.wordpress.com/) continues a Salute to the American West with The Oklahoma Land Rush. Also, please check out excerpts of my historical and paranormal romances at http://www.ritabay.com. Rita Bay

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The Scarlett O’Hara Effect

Posted in General on March 17th, 2011 by Casey Crow

This blog post first appeared on Rita Bay’s website http://ritabay.com as part of her “Salute to the South,” but in case you missed it…

Those that know me are fully aware I pretty much have five passions in life – my kids, writing, dancing, working out, and pageants. Rita’s “Salute to the South” includes a shout out to pageants and she called on me, a pageant guru (yes, I’m tooting my own horn). I think my first pageant experience was when I was five, but really got the bug when I turned fifteen. I’ve competed on the local, state, national, and international levels and in every sector of pageantry you can imagine. In college, I participated in the Miss Universe and Miss America systems. A huge highlight was competing in Miss Alabama for several years. I was Miss University of Alabama, an honor I still have no qualms bragging about! Another special title for me was Miss International Motorsports Hall of Fame. The title is long, but getting to meet Jeff Gordon (sigh!) as well as other famous NASCAR drivers and ride atop the Pace Car to open a Talladega race made memories I’ll never forget. Fast forward to present day – I’ve been a pageant coach for over fifteen years with a dang impressive track record. I also work as a professional emcee and judge (Miss America certified) and big surprise, my daughter now competes. In fact, we just returned from a weekend at the Miss Alabama Outstanding Teen Pageant (the teen division of Miss Alabama/Miss America) where my daughter was presented as a “Rising Star.”

To give you a little history, a unique American tradition began in 1921, as a promotional gimmick when Atlantic City, New Jersey, hotelmen decided to stage a flashy fall festival, or “pageant” to entice summer tourists to stay in town past Labor Day. On the boardwalk, “the most beautiful bathing beauties in America,” strutted their stuff. Newspaperman Herb Test said, “Let’s call her Miss America!” Eight contestants competed with Margaret Gorman, who represented the nation’s capital as Miss Washington D.C., won. The sixteen-year-old schoolgirl was a dead ringer for reigning matinee superstar, Mary Pickford. Talent became mandatory in 1938 and scholarships were first awarded in 1945.

The next big pageant came along in the 1950’s when Miss America 1951 Yolande Betbeze refused to pose in a swimsuit, insisting that she was a classical singer, not a pin-up. (BTW, she is a native of Mobile, Alabama, where I live!) Officials supported her decision, but main sponsor Catalina Swimwear quit and started the sexier Miss USA, Miss Universe, and Miss World. In case you don’t know, Donald Trump now owns those systems. I also think it’s rather interesting to note that these systems were the first to work for world charities, even beginning in their earliest year of 1951, while Miss America is now better known for supporting its national platform, the Children’s Miracle Network, along with each contestant’s personal issue.

Basically in the United States, Miss America http://www.missamerica.org/ and Miss USA http://www.missuniverse.com/missusa are the premier two pageants. Many others exist including those for women of all ages, single, married, divorced, minorities only, plus size, and even senior citizens. There are pageants for teens and children young as zero. The first international pageant for children was staged in Miami, Florida, in 1960. It was Little Miss Universe.

To be blunt, pageants are a way for the owners/directors to make money. Most, particularly those involving children, most likely began when someone got mad about something and broke away, founding another system. Each new system had a new set of rules regarding dress, make-up, modeling, talent, etc. That’s why you now have everything from all natural (no make-up and minimal sparkles) to glitz (think Toddler’s and Tiara’s). It’s true, in glitz pageants, spray tans, flippers (fake teeth), hair pieces (extensions and/or wigs), Tammy Faye Baker make-up, and lots and lots of rhinestones are not only necessary, but required to win. Glitz pageants are the ones giving away cars and ginormous crowns. Talent is usually optional while “fancy” modeling rules the runway. Even boys can compete!

The more natural ones opt for scholarship money. Most of them and the middle-of-the-road (a little make-up) pageants focus more on talent and are considered to be Youth Development Programs (YDP) as opposed to a “pageant” where you win a crown and go home. YDP’s provide a “reign” and not only for the winner, but all contestants involved have the opportunity to participate in parades and entertain at various festivals, fairs, and other venues throughout the year. This provides opportunities to be on stage (or doing backhandsprings on a flat bed trailer as I often did) and try out different talents or work on public speaking skills.
A girl may sing one number and dance the next. That usually means changing with a few mamas holding up beach towels to create a dressing room. Who said pageant life was glamorous? Participants also meet political leaders and take part in charitable events. Friendships are formed and competing many times becomes secondary to having fun with friends.

Opponents to pageants say they degrade women and children, turning them into puppets and sex objects. Contestants often develop eating disorders and spend way more money than they ever receive, even in the popular scholarship based Miss America and Distinguished Young Woman (formerly Jr. Miss – which does not consider itself a pageant, but for argument’s sake, I’m including it as a scholarship source for young women). They say that pageants encourage women/girls to not be their true selves, but a made-up version, which encourages excess plastic surgery. The Jon Bennett Ramsey incident still haunts us, but her parents maintained, as the vast majority of pageant parents do, that this is hobby. Boys play baseball. Girls put on pretty dresses and smile.

Proponents argue that pageants develop poise, self-confidence, and talent. Lynn Maggio, 2011 Mrs. Alabama International believes, “pageantry has given me the confidence to explore other opportunities. It has contributed to the way look and feel, put me in the public eye, and helped me use the abilities and talents I have that otherwise I would not have been exposed.” Laura Newton says, “I have two daughters that have competed in pageants for the last ten years. I can see a difference in their self-confidence, ability to speak in front of others, and their ability to interview well. I feel they have grown from this experience socially and mentally.” I can attest that pageant experience gives you the skills to think on your feet and speak in front of a crowd with zero prompting and preparation. Just the fall, Miss Alabama 2010 Ashley Davis http://www.missalabama.com/ and I emceed together. We had about an hour’s worth of technical difficulties, but the show never slowed or stopped because we were able to adlib, interview each other and audience members, speak on our personal platforms, tell jokes, and entertain. (Thank you Ashley!)

Those skills translate into other areas of life. For example, having been interviewed in front of judges at a pageant makes a job interview a cakewalk because pageant judges are famous for asking (1.) General pageant questions (What is your ambition and why? What three words best describe you? (2.) Current events (How do you feel about the US government’s involvement in Egypt? Name your Senator, Congressman, and the president’s daughters.), and (3.) Stupid pageant questions (What kitchen utensil best describes you? If you could be a car, animal, color, flower, etc. what would it be and why?). Don’t forget you have about two seconds to come up with an intelligent reply. Interview questions make you think on your feet and develop the skills to articulate opinions. Research has shown that pageant participates do well academically in school because of the discipline pageants develop. Girls must practice their talent, modeling (yep, I’ve walked around my house with a book on my head in pajamas and high heels), and study up on interview (read the newspaper and watch CNN). Other advantages are increased interest in community service and volunteerism, bonding time between parent and child (unless you have one of those moms), and increased in physical health (no jiggly thighs in swimsuit). It’s important to mention that Miss America’s stance on the swimsuit competition is they keep the tradition, not because that’s how the pageant got its start, but because the American public expects its winner to be beautiful and physically fit.

So why are pageants so popular in the South? The entire top five in Miss America 2009 were all southerners (including Miss Alabama!) and as much as we like to think Southern Belles are just plain prettier, that’s not the case. Pageant judge Cheryl Bonner coins Southerners’ appreciation of beauty as The Scarlett O’Hara Effect. Foo foo hairdos and fancy dresses come from that old Southern Belle look which we southerners have been exposed to all our lives as a form of beauty. In essence, we love our traditions. Since pageants have been around for nearly 100 years, it makes sense that we would love parading that beauty around and watching it.

What’s your take on pageants? My seven year-old pageant veteran advises, “Be sure to wear a slip because those dresses itch so bad you’ll feel like a cheetah is attacking you!” Why do you think we are obsessed with pageants in the South? Do you have a pageant experience you want to share? I’ll go first and admit my most embarrassing story. Before evening gown competition in a Miss Alabama preliminary, I went to the restroom then went on stage with my dress tucked in my panty hose! Thankfully, the dress was full and created a bustle of sorts. Here’s another memory. Luckily, they have all these fancy pasty gadgets nowadays, but back in the day, one had to tape their breasts for extra perkiness. I used cloth first aid tape, but once I was out used Duck Tape. Can you say pain? There was not enough baby oil in the world to make getting that stuff off hurt any less. I’ve had “wardrobe malfunctions” too, but simply tugged on that top back in place and kept on dancing. I’ve even made the mistake of going to the restroom after swimsuit competition and let me say that spray glue on one’s behind mixed with a toilet seat HURTS! After that experience, I added baby wipes to my list of “must haves” along with Q-tips, lipstick, mascara, and hairspray. Lots of hairspray!

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Confessions of a DIVA’S Mom

Posted in General on March 14th, 2011 by Casey Crow

Thanks so much to Casey for having me over.

I am not sure who did it but someone replaced my princess with a spoiled rotten DIVA. Her replacement is a demanding, high maintenance DIVA. Hair, nails, make-up, jewelry, not even a rock star could be this demanding.

“Mom I need a Spring Wardrobe”

The words echoed through my cell phone as I maneuvered my way through traffic last Wednesday. A spring wardrobe? What the heck is a spring wardrobe? Hours later as I received the fiftieth text from my princess I thought back to simpler times before her royal highness was replaced by a Diva.

It was Easter Sunday  and after 14 hours of labor Allison Shelby-Brooke came into this world looked around and promptly began to wail.  Hours later swaddled in her pink blanket she and I bonded as I planned her future as a Supreme Court Justice. 

Fast forward thirteen years later and Princess Shelby has been replaced by a Diva. The joys of my picking out her clothes have been replaced by “Mom are you serious? Do you want people to hate me? They will if I wear that!” Staring back at her I again realized this was not my princess this was a Diva.

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Promo Goodies

Posted in General on January 27th, 2011 by Casey Crow

I’m taking an online class about promoting yourself as a writer. So far, I have failed miserably at creating my banner, which is why I paid a webmaster to create my website. I know tech skills are not my forte. But, we aren’t talking about my lack of computer savvy. More to the point, the class  got me thinking about different promotional items that we’ve all seen at conferences – you know – the pens, bookmarks, postcards - those things that help an author get her name out there.

I personally like to see a promo piece that represents YOU or YOUR BOOK. For example, I use an instant bag of GRITS with a card attached stating my name, genre, tagline, and website. Since my tagline is “Sexy, Sassy & Southern” what’s more southern than grits? (You totally can not steal my idea or I’ll come after you!!!!) I also like to see promo items that you’ll actually use because the more you use them, the more often you’ll see that authors name until it is engrained in your memory. Sometimes this can be a problem budget wise, but pens are a good option. Here are some other examples that stand out in my mind:

ChapStick – Hank Phillippi Ryan used it for her book FACE TIME                          Chico Bag (this is kind of reusuable shopping bag) - I keep mine in my purse   Keyboard duster – Keenia Kincaid probably isn’t the only one who likes to eat crackers while working                                                                                                     

Do you have any ideas or remember seeing a great promo goody?

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DOUBLE COVERAGE Debut

Posted in General on January 24th, 2011 by Casey Crow

Thanks for inviting me to guest blog, Casey. I enjoy reading your posts, especially the ongoing young love saga. As a mother of three girls and one lonesome boy, I can seriously relate. And I am very happy to share my big day with you and your followers.

Hi, my name is Mercy Celeste and my debut book Double Coverage is set to release tonight from Liquid Silver books. To say that I am excited is an understatement. To say that I am beyond the stars would be more appropriate.

Double Coverage is my very first ménage. I usually write more toward the mainstream, one hero, one heroine, a good bit of sexy fun and a happy ever after. That I wrote this story actually surprised me. In fact, I didn’t intend to add a second hero, but Bullet Brady burst onto the scene and would not be denied.

Double Coverage is the story of the wallflower who blossomed and bloomed in adulthood. Kailey Whitmore is my wallflower. Brainy, nerdy, Kailey Whitmore finds herself at her fifteen-year reunion, post divorce, on the verge of becoming a bitter lonely woman.

When Trig Morgan, lovingly nicknamed Trigger, former quarterback turned doctor, and her secret crush, offers her the night of her life, Kailey thinks he’s either drunk or lost a bet. One night with the quarterback, intrigues her, and Kailey jumps in with both feet.

Only she didn’t expect to be attracted to Trigger’s best friend Bullet. Neither did she expect a long dormant rivalry to come to a head. Who will she choose? What if she can have both? Decisions, decisions.
Mercy

Visit me at http://mercyceleste.blogspot.com/Visit Liquid Silver Books http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com/ Double Coverage will be available tonight at seven, six central.
Blurb:
A harmless night with the quarterback was all Kailey wanted, but Trigger’s best friend Bullet had other ideas. Should she go long with Trigger or run wild with Bullet? On the defensive, Kailey lets the two friends push her past the line of scrimmage straight into double coverage.

Double Coverage excerpt:

“I’m going to make you eat sand, pretty boy,” Bullet shouted over the sound of the waves and the blood pounding in Trig’s brain. Full-tackle football on the goddamned beach. What the hell were they thinking?
“Yeah, Bullet, you and what army?” He threw the taunt back in his friend’s face, just as he signaled his center. Bullet leaped across two of his linemen coming right for him, a grin of mayhem on his pretty face the second the ball was snapped. Somehow, Trig managed to shoot off a perfect spiral before Bullet took him down.
“I don’t need an army to drop you, pretty boy. You’re out of shape, slow, sloppy, and distracted.” The intensity in Bullet’s eyes actually made Trig freeze for a moment. Would that be him if fate hadn’t intervened and his life gone a different direction? “But you haven’t lost your arm. I guess that’s all that matters.”
“Since we just scored a touchdown and your wimps are sitting winded in the sand, I guess that is all that really matters.” He looked down the beach at one of the guys spiking the ball and doing some stupid dance. Farther in the distance, a curvy body with a long flowing mane sauntered their way, and his brain went into a tailspin. He knew those curves. “Get off me, Bullet, before someone starts thinking there’s more going on between us.”
Bullet just grunted and rolled over onto the sand, pulling his extremely ripped body into a sitting position beside him. “I think I might be getting too old for this shit.”
“It’s just the air down here. It’s heavy, and you’ve been up there in Denver all these years. You’re not used to it.” Thirty-three wasn’t exactly old for football, but Bullet was right; he wasn’t a spring chicken anymore. He probably had another two, maybe three years left in him, unless his knees went, and then all bets were off.
“Yeah, well, I’ve got to get used to it before training camp starts,” he said, staring off in the distance, directly at the same set of hips sashaying their way. His eyes flared wide in appreciation. “Check out that babe. Do you believe the tits on her? I could bury myself in those puppies for a month and not come up for air.”
“World-class tits, that’s for sure.” Distracted, Trig followed the white halter-top up to the woman’s face when he realized he really did recognize those curves. “Why do you need to get used to the air down here?” He needed to distract Bullet before he had to kill him, but Kailey saw them and veered their way.
Bullet stood up, dragging Trig with him. “Didn’t I tell ya? I was traded to the Saints. Ain’t that a kick in the balls? Hey, honey, how you doing?”
Trig watched as those green eyes flitted up and down Bullet’s body, appraising him. Apparently, she liked what she saw if the smile she flashed Bullet meant anything. “Fine. How about you?”
“Now that you’re here, I’m freakin’ awesome,” Bullet said, his eyes flashing dangerously when she stepped close to Trig and pressed her lips to his right there in front of everybody.
“Hey there, Trig. I think I missed you today,” she said, and before he could pick his lower jaw up off the beach, she walked away.
“Fuck! Who was that? Do I know her? Can I know her?” Bullet looked at him. The blatant, lustful anticipation in his eyes had Trig seething.
“That was Kailey Whitmore, and I’ll tell you right now, man, I will kill you. Friend or not, hands off.” He didn’t know what knotted in his belly, but the way Bullet was looking at her had him twisted up in so many damned knots he didn’t know what else to do.
“Sexy nerd babe. Christ, that must have been one hell of night, Trigger–one hell of a night.”
“You don’t know the half of it.” Trig sighed. He wasn’t in the mood to play high school games. Especially with Bullet.

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The Romance Saga Part V – Handling Competition

Posted in General on January 13th, 2011 by Casey Crow

It has been a while since our last installment of 7′s Romance Saga, so to update you, she now has some competition. Apparently, another little girl likes The Crush too, so how is 7 handling the situation?
Get rid of her.
Yeah…that’s not really possible and most likely illegal so I asked for more scenarios.

1. Watch how The Crush and New Girl interact to see if he’s showing interest.
New Girl is being “mean” (flirting) and Crush is being “mean” back.

To counteract this potential catastrophe, 7 needs a plan of action. I suggested 7 actually TALK to The Crush instead of just smiling at him, but Mama got the eye roll. 7′s playdate has come up with several options:
1. Get your hair done.
2. Get your fingers and toes done.
3. Always move your hips when you walk, but just a little.
4. See if he has a Facebook page and if he does, “talk” to him. That’s easier than actually talking to him face to face.
5.Throw a party and invite him.
6. Get some high heels, but practice walking steady in them first.
7. Get a dog like a great dane. A lot of boys love dogs.
8. Sigh and brush your hand over your forehead.
9. Try to listen to hip hop music. Boys kinda like that.

Now, I may be out of touch with today’s way of thinking, but I’m sticking by my suggestion to TALK to The Crush. Not be “mean,” simply say “hi, how’s it going.” Any other suggestions you have would be greatly appreciated!

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Don’t Look Back

Posted in General on January 10th, 2011 by Guest

Don”t Look Back

There was a song that had the line; “Don’t look back,” in it.  Satchel Paige, a baseball player, used to say;”Don’t look back, something may be gaining on you.”  Both of these lines are good advice.

There is an enemy to our destiny and for most it is called ‘our past.”  When we get caught up in our past mistakes and wrong decisions we can easily lose sight of our destiny. If our past can keep us focused on it, rather than our destiny, then we will never live our destiny.  When we are stressed out and worried about what was; rather than exciting and pumped about what is coming; we have lost.  Our past is just that; past. It is gone; whether good, bad or ugly; it is all in the past.  Get your focus on today and what is coming.  Prepare by learning from the past, it is useful for something, but don’t dwell there.  Just like with Moses and the Israelis, when the cloud or the pillar of fire moved; they moved with it.  It is time to leave all the past in the dust and move on.  Our destiny is ahead and waiting for us to get a move on.  You are awesome and that includes your past.  You are still in the game. Don’’t take yourself out.  See you at the finish!

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New Year Goals

Posted in General on January 3rd, 2011 by Casey Crow

Happy New Year everyone! Have you made your resolutions yet? Planning to lose weight? Get more organized? Read the Bible more regularly? Train to run a marathon?

Motivation guru Tony Robbins says to write down your goals, and since resolutions are annual goals, let’s take a moment to write them down.  Honestly, I couldn’t tell you when the last time I made a resolution. Years ago I learned that if I didn’t make them, I wouldn’t break them and since I’d broken every one I’d ever made, it was best to avoid them altogether. But this year, I’m stepping out and writing down my goals. Personal: 1.) Continue to be the best mom I can be. 2.) Maintain my workout regiment. 3.) Eat healthier (this one is hard because I like junk with an overdose of processed sugar ~ hence my reason for working out so hard). Professional: 1.) GET PUBLISHED! (no pressure huh?) 2.) Become more diligent with my writing (I’m too realistic to say I’ll do it everyday, but I plan write first, play on Facebook second!).

So what are resolutions?

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