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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Hot Nights In St. Blaise - Roman Candles

Madison: Macy Beck is back with the latest installment of the Hot Nights in St. Blaise series. Welcome back, Macy.
 
Macy: Thank you! It’s great to be here.
 
Madison:Enough with the pleasantries. You promised me St. Blaise’s answer to George Clooney, now hand over the goods.
 
Macy: Oh, he’s good. At least, that’s what I hear. But while Mario Debrizzio may look like George Clooney, he’s far more domesticated. Because being charming, handsome, and successful isn’t enough for our Mario. He renovated one of those big Victorian homes on the square with just a little help from his friends. And he cooks. Oh Lord, the man cooks. *fans face* Is it warm in here?
 
Madison: Easy, Mace.
 
Macy: But I haven’t told you the best part.
 
Madison: What’s that?
 
Macy: The man was looking to settle down. Can you believe it? All that and he wants to get married. Of course, he picked Sophie Bernard, the one woman in St. Blaise with absolutely no desire to get hitched, so Mario has his work cut out for him.
 
Here’s the setup:
 
     Pediatrician Mario Debrizzio is a single woman’s dream come true. He’s successful and confident, owns a gorgeous old home that cries out for a family, and is as talented in the kitchen as he is in the bedroom.
     But when he loses his cool on the job, Dr. Debrizzio finds himself front and center with SBRMC’s chief headshrinker. Dr. Sophie Bernard is more than pleasant to look at, but the last thing he wants is to let the woman who has already messed with his head go poking around in there.
     No amount of distance can keep Dr. Sophie Bernard safe from the memory of the scorching kiss she and Mario shared at the SBRMC Christmas party. The man was hot as a firecracker and every bit as dangerous, and she was…married. Technically.
     Long after her divorce is finalized, Sophie fights attraction. But when Mario holds a flame to her fuse, her fear and frustration explodes into passion.
 
And here is a snapshot:
 
     Sophie lowered her fork, eyeing him speculatively as she reached for the generous glass of wine he’d poured but she hadn’t yet tasted. He’d envied the gossamer-thin goblet she cradled to her chest through the nickel tour he’d given her. Part of him wished the pricey pinot would leap from the bowl so he could suck each and every drop from her silky, figure-skimming top. The other part just wanted to get her naked as soon as humanly possible. He held her inquisitive stare and fought the urge to pounce.
     “How are you still single?” she asked at last.
     Not an unusual question. Right on cue, he whipped out the chuckle, a sheepish smile, and the standard response he kept on hand specifically for the occasion. “Hard to say. I’m a hell of a catch.”
     Fork forgotten and wine glass abandoned, she blew past his flip response without so much as a smirk. “You’re handsome, you cook, and you have this beautiful old house. You’re a doctor.” He had to laugh when she dismissed the import of his profession with a negligent wave of her hand. “A Pediatrician, no less,” she added with a smirk.
     Since she appeared to be warming to the subject, he buried his nose in his wine glass and muttered, “You’re right. I’d totally sleep with me.”
     “Hell, sleeping with you is a no-brainer.” She leaned back in her chair, narrowing her eyes as he raised his eyebrows. “I’m trying to detect the fatal flaw.”
     “Fatal flaw?”
     “There has to be some reason you’ve made it so far unattached.”
     “Can we go back to the no-brainer part?”
     “Not now. Later,” she answered with a sly smile.
     He nodded slowly, as if giving her theory serious consideration. But he wasn’t. All but one of his synapses stopped firing about thirty seconds back, and the only one left was intent on making her no-brainer a reality.
     “Come here.”
     Arched eyebrows jumped, but she didn’t. “Maybe it’s your bossy streak.”
     A smile quirked his lips but he quickly squelched the urge. He fixed her with what Shelli Ann Jones called his ‘inscrutable doctor stare’ and waited. When she didn’t make a move he added a simple, “Please.”
     He’d perfected the pitch of his entreaty in Theresa Ann Scaffio’s basement rec room the summer after he turned seventeen. Sophie sighed and placed her napkin by her plate, proving that his tactics hadn’t lost their oomph.
     Sophie fixed him with a no-nonsense stare as she pushed her chair back from the table. “I bet that works for you every time.”
     Her glare may have been accusatory, but she was moving in his direction, and that was all that counted as far as he was concerned. She drew to a halt beside his chair and he returned her wary gaze. “I’m a workaholic. A little OCD in some areas, but it doesn’t extend to most housekeeping,” he began.
     She blinked, cocking her head in a silent signal for him to continue the litany. In a matter of minutes they were going to be as intimate as two people could be, but while he had no trouble baring his body, he’d never felt so compelled to show someone his heart as he was with her.
 
Madison: Okay, sign me up. I want him too.
 
Macy: I’m afraid Sophie has him wrapped up tight, but yeah. I know what you mean.
 
Madison: Tell me, are all the men in St. Blaise as irresistible as the ones you’ve introduced us to so far?
 
Macy: All of these men and women are great people in their own ways, but to be honest, there are a few I wouldn’t have given much of a second thought until I saw them fall in love…
     Doesn’t matter whether you’re a man or a woman, black or white, short or tall, people in love just glow from the inside out. It sounds like a clichĂ©, but I’m a photographer and I know lighting. Love makes you beautiful.
 
Madison:  Now you’re making me all misty.
 
Macy: You think this is misty, wait until next month. Alex Stephenson and Jenny Clyburn are a testament to the healing power of love. And hot monkey sex.
 
Madison: Hot monkey sex?
 
Macy: Pure speculation on my part, but I’ll volunteer to take ID photos at the DMV if I’m wrong. These people are having hot monkey sex, and lots of it.
 
Madison:  I look forward to next month’s story of healing and, ummm.... hot monkey sex.
 
Macy: I’ll be here!
 
Madison: And remember, Roman Candles by Maggie Wells is available in all ebook formats at the Turquoise Morning Press bookstore or your favorite online retailer. For more information on the Hot Nights in St. Blaise series, readers can visit Maggie Wells
 
 
 
 

Happy Canada D'Eh

 


JULY 1

Canada Day (French: FĂȘte du Canada) is the national day of Canada, celebrating the anniversary of the July 1, 1867, enactment of the British North America Act, 1867, which united three colonies into a single country called Canada within the British Empire.

Frequently referred to as "Canada's birthday", the occasion marks the joining of the British North American colonies of Nova Scotia, New Brunswick and the Province of Canada (one colony consisting of Ontario & Quebec) into a federation of four provinces on July 1, 1867. Canada became a kingdom in its own right on that date.

Did you catch that? Canada was once a PROVINCE! Imagine if our forefather's liked the name of Nova Scotia instead of Canada. Our anthem would be a tad different, don't you think?


"O Nova Scotia. Our home and native Rock."
 

 
I am always mindful of how blessed we are to live in this country that stretches from sea to shining sea. With the distinctive maple leaf stitched to their uniforms, young men and women have given their lives so that we can enjoy ours.


O Canada
Our home and native land
True patriot love in all thy sons command

With glowing hearts we see thee rise
The True North strong and free

From far and wide
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee

God keep our land glorious and free
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee