I know it's been a good while since I've posted to my blog, but I thought ya'll might like to read an excerpt from my latest book, Morning Ride. This book is a steamy, hot read and you can find it at Whispers Publishing.
Excerpt:
As he rubbed the sponge over his body, his thoughts drifted back to the day his life had changed forever.
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Scott had met Lana some twenty years ago, but he could remember it like it was yesterday. At the age of thirty, he considered himself a confirmed bachelor. Sure he liked his fun, but there hadn’t been one woman he’d been interested in keeping longer than a weekend. Baylorville, Missouri was a small town, so the variety of women was pretty slim, at least from his perspective. At that time, it had been his experience that most women were looking for something, whether it was a caretaker, a sugar daddy, a father figure, or whatever. He had no interest in a needy woman. He’d wanted a strong, self reliant woman, but so far he hadn’t been able to locate one.
Late one evening on his way home, he decided to stop into a local sports club for a beer. He’d been to this place a few times, and while it was nothing spectacular, the hot wings were good and so was the beer. It also gave him a chance to check out the scores from the game without a lot of hassle. Scott stepped inside the misty fog of cigarette smoke, his eyes adjusting slowly to the dim lighting. Picking out a small table in the corner, he settled in and waited for the waitress. He focused on the television on the wall in front of him, not noticing when the waitress stepped to his table.
“Uh-umm,” she said, clearing her throat to alert him of her presence.
“Oh, sorry,” he mumbled, dragging his eyes away from the screen and down to the menu in front of him. He knew he wanted the wings, but habit forced him to look over the menu first. When he glanced up, his mouth dropped open, and he stared at the woman before him.
“You ok?” she asked with a slight grin.
He felt the blush creep up his neck and into his face. He hadn’t meant to stare, but she was gorgeous. “Umm, yeah, I’m fine. I just didn’t see you come up is all.”
“Ok, great. I’m Lana, and I’ll be your waitress tonight. What can I get ya?”
How ‘bout a side of you? After a bit of stammering, he managed to place his order.What the hell is wrong with me? I sound like a horny teenager.
“That be all?” she asked.
The sound of her voice reminded him of spun sugar—melt in your mouth sweet. “Yeah,” he muttered, “for now.” He avoided eye contact, waiting till she turned away to cast another appreciative glance at her retreating form.
Lana had to be the sexiest woman he’d seen in a while. Her body was round and curvy, just the way he liked a woman. Those stick thin women weren’t his cup of tea. He always worried he’d hurt or break them if things got real intense. And he definitely loved getting intense. Not that there was anything wrong with a good slow f**k, but he just usually preferred fast and hard a few times first.
Scott watched her moved around the club, waiting on other customers. She wore her hair long and loose, another favorite of his. The long blonde curls bounced when she walked. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. In the background, a jukebox played, and her hips seemed to sway in time to the music. Those luscious globes of flesh jiggled as she hurried around serving drinks and food.
Lana was worth the time, so he stayed long after his wings were gone, as well as most of the other customers.
She sashayed back to his table to see if he needed a refill. “You ready for another one?”
“That all depends,” he replied.
Lana gave him a confused look. “On what?”
“On whether or not you’ll have one with me.”
She blushed and smiled at him. “Sure I will, but I have to finish my shift first.”
“When’s that?
“About another half hour.”
“Great. Then I’ll wait on ya,” he said with a wink.
Lana strode back to the bar, busying herself with cleaning up. When she was finished, she came back to the table with two frosty glasses.
Time slipped by quickly too quickly, and before he knew it the bartender announced last call.
“You want another one?” she asked.
“I have a better idea,” he said with a smile. “How bout we finish this conversation at my place?”
Lana reached across the table, covering his hand and giving it a firm squeeze. “Sure we can go back to your place, but…”
“But what?”
