When people ask me what I'm grateful for, there are many things of course, but one thing I am truly thankful for is to be able to express myself as a woman. There was a time in our not too distant past when being a single, assertive, independent woman was frowned upon. Sure, there are times when I still get some push back, but it's not the norm.
Women are free to be sexual, to revel in their sexuality. We're able to take the initiative without fear of being labeled.
We can travel alone. That may seem like a weird thing to be grateful for, but remember...fifty years ago that wouldn't have been cool.
So, today, along with a myriad of other things, I celebrate being a woman and being free to decide my own destiny.
Here's to 2016--a somewhat turbulent year for me personally--but I'm still here and so are you. We may be battered and bruised but we're still kick'n it.
Have a happy holiday season!
Here's a blurb and excerpt of my holiday erotic thriller, SnowBound--not for the shy. Don't let the pretty cover fool you...*wink*
Professional psychic Landon Mitchel is a desperate man willing to do whatever it takes to save his sister—including kidnapping a federal agent.
FBI Agent Haley Masters has a reckless side that leads her into dangerous sexual situations to burn off the anxiety of her job. When she meets a hot man in a bar hoping for one night of fun, little does she know he's about to take her on a wild ride of conspiracy, sexual exploration, and betrayal.
Will Landon be able to rescue his sister or will she be lost forever? Will Landon and Haley's mutual quest for justice bring them together or tear them apart as the danger of their twisted hunt for ruthless human traffickers comes to an end?
*sexually explicit and dark themes*
She slid her gaze over him and did a quick profile: bad boy con artist who liked his sex rough and his women feisty. At least a foot taller than her, she had to look up at him even from this sitting position. Chocolate hair waved back from his face and curled around his ears, green eyes focused on the amount of skin revealed by her blouse, and his smile screamed I'll-Make-You-Come-Over-and-Over-Again.
Exactly the disposable type she was looking for tonight.
Haley perched her elbow on the bar and faced him, her knee sliding along his thigh as she turned. "Issues?"
"Oh, she speaks." He drank his tequila while surveying the crowd around them.
"You don't care much for social boundaries, do you?"
"Do you?" His gaze lingered at the hint of her black lace bra exposed by the fall of her blouse down her shoulder.
He emanated power and confidence. His gaze across her shoulder, up her neck and over her face felt like a tangible caress.
She shivered under the scrutiny and squeezed her legs tighter together to stop the sudden tremble in them.
"I don't remember asking." Her gaze dipped lower over the leather jacket and black sweater he wore underneath it. Her fingers itched to touch him. "Are you a tourist or do you live around here?"
"A little bit of both."
"A man of mystery."
"Yes, actually, I am." Smiling, he looked at the bartender and ordered a shot of tequila for himself before handing her the third one.
As an FBI agent, she knew the risks. She also knew she could handle herself.
Right now, she wanted to handle him.
"Man of mystery? You'd think I'd be intrigued and ask some questions about that, but I'm not."
"Not what? Intrigued or bothered to ask a question?" His slow smile reassured her that they were headed down the same path.
"Can you keep a secret?" She leaned within a few inches of his face and looked him in the eye.
"I've been known to keep many."
"I don't really give a damn about your story." She dropped her hand over his, watched the golden flecks at the center of his eye flicker with the dilation of his pupil. "But I'm definitely interested."
"Straight to the point," he whispered.
"Why waste time?" She slid her hand slowly off of his, enjoying the role of seductress. Her finger lingered on his wrist before she picked up the fresh round of tequila, lifted it to her lips, and downed it without looking away from his eyes.
Damn, despite her act, she really did want to know more details. He had a certain air about him that hinted at danger and darkness.
Landon mimicked her actions with the tequila, a challenge in his eyes as if daring to see how far she'd go.
What he had no way of knowing is that she didn't have limits, not on nights like tonight when the need for human connection drove her past the point of caring about rules or protocol. Nights like this she needed something to make her feel alive after becoming numb from a job that had few happy endings.
"Strangers in bars can be risky," he said. "Maybe I'm here to kidnap you and make you do my bidding."
"I have a license to kill...don't make me use it." She leaned her elbow on the bar, enjoying the baritone of his voice.
He quirked an eyebrow. "A woman after my own heart."
"It's not your heart I'm interested in having."
He laughed, a look of genuine surprise lighting his face. He dropped his hand to the bare skin of her thigh exposed between the boot and hem of her skirt. Leaning in, he asked, "Want to hear one of my secrets?"
"I have very few inhibitions."
Pulse accelerated at the idea of getting him naked and uninhibited. She'd had a frustrating month of chasing madmen across the country, battling red tape, and dealing with a challenging partner. Sitting within a fraction of Mr. Tiger Eyes, she wanted to unleash all that pent up energy onto him.
"Grab a taxi with me?" she asked, not willing to waste another minute on small talk.
"Might as well get on to the good stuff." He winked, tossed some money onto the bar and then stepped from the stool. Before she could grab her jacket, he held it out for her to slip into.
She slid her arms into the leather sleeves, back to him, and smiled at the gesture. When he pulled her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck, shudders of pure desire melted her panties to her skin.
Danger always turned her on and, picking up this man felt like a Level Red Imminent Threat.
She looked up at him and grinned. She might be small in comparison to his massive frame, but a tour of duty in the US Marines followed by extensive training at FBI headquarters in Quantico gave her an advantage. The combination made her the perfect undercover agent...and gave her confidence for her secret lifestyle in the night shadows.
"I'm Haley, in case you're wondering." She snagged his hand and led him toward the door.
"I didn't think we were trading names." He laughed, his fingers tightening over hers.
"I changed my mind." Again only giving the holiday lights a cursory glance, she led him down the street to where a line of taxis waited outside the Westin.
Once inside the taxi, Landon pulled her against him, molded his hands over her ass, and sucked on her lower lip.
She liked his straight to the point attitude. Grabbing his crotch with one hand, she held the back of his head with the other.
Eyes wide open, they kissed. Slowly at first before growing animalistic. Biting. Sucking. Groping. Passion reverberated between them like a living thing binding their bodies together in a force field that couldn't be escaped.
Hands beneath her skirt on the bare skin of her ass, he slipped a finger beneath the thin strip of her thong. He moaned against her mouth as if sensing her need.
She rubbed her hand over the zipper of his jeans, thrilled at the bulge hardening beneath her touch.
"C'mon, guys, I have other passengers during the night. Keep it clean back there," the taxi driver said.
Laughing into each other's mouths, they ignored the reprimand and kept touching each other in ways that made the clothes unbearable barriers to satisfaction.
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