A Troublemaker You Say?

~ July 20 ~

I want to thank my dear friend Madison J for having me on the blog. We had such a great time this past June in Cincy at the Lori Foster event and I couldn’t wait to hang out again. I’ll never look at hanging paper lanterns quite the same way again. We sang the big bums song but changed the words a little bit and yeah, we used the paper lanterns—in the shape of a sphere—to illustrate the tune. We were double trouble.

Now you’re probably reading the title of this post and thinking, yeah, she’s trouble. I wasn’t always. I really wasn’t. Actually, when I was in school, I was the quiet one. The kid remembered as most likely to be counted as present when really absent. I knew everyone and everyone knew me, but I was far from popular. I observed. Some called me the brown noser because I loved to read and yes, I was a dork who hung out with the teachers. It didn’t shock anyone when I became a teacher for a while. I was the consummate good kid. The reliable one who everyone expected to rein everyone else in.
Then I went to college. Scratch that. I went, but I was still a good kid. I put myself through college, so I didn’t have much time to goof off. I knew how much it cost when I did. It was once I got married, that’s when things went off the rails. Yep. I didn’t have much of a chance when I was a kid to figure out who the heck I was. It took getting married to my best friend, the one who nudges me to try new things, to become who I was meant to be.
A troublemaker.
I’m still a good kid. I do what I need to do and have things turned in on time. Mostly. (Maddie, I hear you laughing. I deserve it. This post is a tad late.) But I embraced my tendency to laugh really, really loud, to make dirty jokes when I probably shouldn’t, to have too much fun and to take pretty much every situation with a filthy mind. Hey, I am who I am.
When I wrote Best I Ever Had, the character I identified the most with was Quint. You’re wondering why. I can see the wheels turning in your head. There is a whole lot about Quint that wasn’t explored in the short story. Why? There wouldn’t have been enough room to tell it all. I’m thinking Quint and Sam will have a free read coming soon. Yeah, they will.
But back to Quint. He was the quiet, good kid, just like me. The one who faded into the background all while observing. He became a private investigator for that reason. He could observe without being noticed. He likes his plans and his schedules, until he meets Sam. Sam is the catalyst to bring Quint out of his shell. He helps Quint embrace who he is—a bisexual man. I related to Quint’s struggle to figure himself out and to grab what he wanted. I hope a little of that shows up in Best I Ever Had.
Once again, thanks to Maddie for having me. Paper lanterns rock!

Want to know a little bit more about Best I Ever Had? Sure!
 
The objective—keep her safe. No one said anything about falling in love.

All she wanted was a pint of ice cream, not to be a witness to a double murder. Good thing Emma’s got not one, but two, sexy men willing to keep her safe. As long as she can keep her hands to herself.
Sam’s mission? To find the man responsible for the murder. He’s not going to rest until the streets are safe, even if it means having his best friend guard his best girl. It’s the best option, right?

Quint never dreamed he’d be attracted to his best friend’s lover…and his best friend. He’s got to keep his hands to himself all while figuring out what he wants from life, even if love equals Emma and Sam in Quint’s bed.
Is love in the cards or are they going to go up in flames before they get started? 

EXCERPT:
     Emma collapsed on the bed. Her legs fell open. She never could resist his caress. “Take me, Sam.”
     “My girl still wants me. Halle-fucking-lujah.” Sam groaned. His voice dropped two octaves to a rough bass that made her womb quiver. “Jesus, I missed you.”
     “Missed you, too.” Emma nodded. “Show me.” Her heart thrummed in her ears and her breath caught in her throat. She wanted him for the rest of her life. She dropped her hand from her breasts and guided him to her soaked cut off shorts. She should’ve felt exposed. Instead, she felt complete. “Right here, right now, Sam.”
     Sam ripped the t-shirt up over his head, giving Emma teasing glances of the chiseled muscles of his chest. Her gaze followed the thin trail of crisp mahogany hair that disappeared below his belt to where the true pleasure lay trapped. Emma moved her knees, her hands sliding down her torso until she hooked her fingers into her waistband.
     “That’s right, baby.” Sam tossed the discarded garments onto the floor. “I want to see all of you.”
     Emma shrugged out of his shirt. The brisk air in the bedroom kissed her dewy skin. She fumbled with the zipper on her shorts. Sam grasped the frayed edge of her shorts and pulled. The scream of ripping denim ricocheted through the room. “No bottoms?” Sam crawled along her body and planted his knees on either side of her hips. He cupped her chin and nibbled her ear. “You shaved.”
     Emma threaded one arm around his neck and spoke against his lips. “I like being bare.”
     “I like you bare.” He took both her hands in one of his and arranged her on the bed. “You’re so wet.” His gaze seared her. “For me.”
     “Sam?” Her heart pounded. “Make love to me, Sam. With Quint watching.” She held her breath. She’d known about Sam and Quint’s involvement for quite a while and she liked Quint. More than she should’ve. He’d hovered in her life for the past six months and become a fixture in most things she did. With him out of the room, things felt off. Yes, she loved her husband, but she loved Quint, too.
     “I want Quint to watch,” she whispered. “I do.”
     “Quint?” Sam dragged his fingers over her pussy lips. “You’re sure?”
     “More than ever. He’s your lover, too. Why would I count him out?”

 
 
And here’s a little bit more about me...

I’ve always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line.  I love playing with words and letting the characters run wild.

NASCAR, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, animals and second chance romance  all feature prominently in my books.  I also write under the pen name of Megan Slayer. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Resplendence Publishing, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books, Turquoise Morning Press, Decadent Publishing and The Wild Rose Press. Come join me for this fantastic journey!  

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