Sunday, August 12, 2018
Thursday, August 9, 2018
For today's TBT, I'm featuring my favorite book that I've ever written...
*opposites attract in this reluctant roommate romantic story*
They weren’t five minutes down the road, before it was obvious that Penelope had drifted back to sleep. Her head quickly sunk onto Chris’s lap. Colton looked over at him. “Do you mind if we stop at the pharmacy before I take you home so I can pick up her pain medicine? I don’t want to have to leave her home alone later.”
Chris looked down at Penelope’s hair spread over his lap and grinned cockily at Colton. “It’s been a long time since I had a beautiful lady in my lap. You can take as much time as you want.”
Colton literally growled at Chris. It was as much of a surprise to him as it was to Chris that he was feeling this proprietary of her.
It wasn’t long before Chris looked at him knowingly. “So that’s the way it is with you two, huh?” He took another look at Penelope in front of him. “I never would have put the two of you together.”
Colton spoke through gritted teeth. “We’re not together, but you need to keep your hands to yourself. She’s hurt. I’m simply her roommate and taking care of her.”
“Uh huh,” Chris said in a tone which said he wasn’t buying this story one little bit. He cleared his throat as he looked over her multiple bruises. “Did you ever get the full story about what happened?”
Colton glanced down at her again and clenched his jaw. “No, but you can fucking bet I’m going to find out who did this to her and they will never be able to touch her again. No one is allowed to hurt her like this.”
Chris’s eyes widened at the menace in Colton’s voice.
They pulled into the parking spot. “I’ll be right back.”
“We’re not going anywhere.” Chris just grinned at him like the cat that swallowed the canary.
Colton ground his teeth, but shut the truck door gently behind him. He needed to get this done so he could get Penelope home and in her comfortable bed. He didn’t like her sprawled all over Chris. Wasn’t that an eye-opener? But he didn’t have time to dwell on it right now.
Penelope still hadn’t stirred when Colton drove up to the front of Cassie’s house. She was still sprawled all over Chris’s lap. Chris gently nudged her to get her moving. Penelope didn’t truly wake up, just looked at him with disoriented eyes. He unclipped her seat belt and turned her so she was facing the back of the seat and could resume the same position on Colton’s lap without hurting her injured side.
She settled right back into Colton’s lap and slipped back into sleep again.Colton looked up at him as Chris said, “You can thank me later."
Colton Robertson left his career in the Air Force…
… to come home and help his family heal. Unfortunately, his reception was not quite what he’d hoped for and he ended up as roommate to hippy dippy yoga instructor Penelope Pruitt.
Penelope has spent her life under the restrictive thumb of her parents and she doesn’t want to do the same with the straight-laced, serious Colton. But when it becomes apparent that Penelope’s life is in danger, Colton won’t settle for anyone else protecting Penelope besides him.
Opposites attract and that’s definitely the case with Colton and Penelope. On the surface, they don’t have anything in common, but as the sparks fly and the danger ramps up, their passion is inevitable.
Sunday, August 5, 2018
Friday, August 3, 2018
I discovered something fun recently on Goodreads. When you're looking at "My Books" page there is a column on the left hand side. One of the options over there is a list of your "Most Read Authors". It was so cool to see this list...(and hey, what do you know? I'm #3...LOL. I wonder if I'm caught up on all my books). I'll admit, while I absolutely adore every author on my list, I was surprised at how high some of them were. It was really fun to look through.
Come hook up with me as a friend on Goodreads.
I am VERY active on there as a reader...updating my reviews almost daily.
Here's my profile link...Christi Snow.
And speaking of fun books...
This is a book that I saw someone post about on Facebook a couple of weeks ago, and being the addicted bookophile that I am...I had to order a copy for myself.
It's SO COOL!
This book is incredible. I honestly believe every family member should have a copy in their house. (I'm ordering one for every member in my family.)
It's perfect for finding an adventure or something to explore for the day. The book is a workbook, with double ribbon bookmarks and at least 100 prompts (I'm estimating that number) on how to find adventure for the day. They range from things like going on a photo scavenger hunt to friend adventure to going on a food explore.
I don't know the author and don't have affiliate links. I just think it's a super-cool book. Go check it out...Find Your Adventure Journal on Amazon.
Trying something new...a bit of a flashback.
I have a lot of books out at this point in my career...29 right now. And I'm awful about writing them, releasing them, and then moving on...although my readers are finding new books of mine they hadn't discovered every day.
As a result, I've decided I'm going to focus on one of my backlist books every week. This week, I've been focused on Operation: Endgame...my very first release.
There's also an excerpt on my blog from Thursday. You can find it HERE.
Some favorite new treasures from vacation...
Like anyone else, I love to get little treasures when I travel because then those items are tied to the memories of the trip. Our vacation to Denver appropriately had more of an office supply tie (for my memorabilia) which seemed appropriate since the reason for the trip originally was for my writer's conference.
***Pilot Iroshizuku Ajisai (hydrangea bottled ink)
I love all my new little treasures.
Today would have been my grandfather's 95th birthday, but he died a couple of months ago. Tomorrow is his memorial service, so he's been on my mind the last few weeks/months.
My granddad was one of those guys. One of the perfect ones. He and my grandmother were married for over 50 years. Until her death 19 years ago, granddad was always there supporting her. She was the talkative, vivacious one in their coupling...and we all worried about what would happen to him when she died...and then we really got to know him...as the mischievous flirt who drove the women's clubs to town, the guy everyone in town could count on to help out, the guy who spent his evenings out in the cemetery gardening and beautifying it.
As a child I remember that he always had lifesaver 5-packs in his pocket whenever any of the grandkids came around. He was quiet, but he was always there with a jovial laugh and a smile.
I miss him.
Right now I'm writing a series that has an elderly man in it, Walter. I've patterned a lot of Walter after my grandfather.
Two weeks before my grandfather died, he fell and broke his hip. After surgery, my mom stayed in his hospital room with him to help care for him. She talked about how he would wake up cursing because of the pain, not realizing she was in the room. Then he apologized because that's not how a man should speak in front of a woman.
To me, that epitomizes my grandfather. He was a gentle man and a gentleman who came from a different era, but he was a wonderful man, father, and grandfather.
They don't make them like him anymore.
I love you, Granddad.
Thursday, August 2, 2018
This is something new I'm going to start doing on Thursdays.
We're going to revisit one of my old books with a sneak peek excerpt from it.
Today's book is Operation: Endgame.
Once Cassie was up and out of bed and sipping a cup of coffee, the prospect of going to work was looking like a more viable possibility. Her body was definitely achy, but with the exception of her broken collar bone, everything seemed to be in working, albeit a bit slow, order.
They just had one serious problem she didn’t think Jake had considered. But they were friends and it’s not like he hadn’t seen her naked before, so she looked at him and tried not to blush. “Um, Jake, I need to go take a shower, but I’m going to need your help.” She gestured towards her right shoulder which had been bound up in a sling since she got home. “Until my collar heals a little bit, I can’t get my shirt on and off. I also don’t think I’m going to be able to wash my hair by myself. Do you think you can help me?”
Jake looked at Cassie trying to take in what she was saying, but all that seemed to sink into his psyche were thoughts of Cassie naked, wet, and in his arms. The lust that had been simmering since he crawled into bed with her the night before surged through his system and directly into his cock.
Cassie was obviously concerned because he wasn’t answering. He just couldn’t get enough blood to his brain to get his mouth to work. “Jake, I’m sorry. I just don’t think I can do this by myself. Maybe I should call Julie or Penelope.”
Jake finally found the ability to speak. “No, no, don’t be ridiculous. Of course, I can help you. Are you ready to go right now?”
Cassie tried to ignore the butterflies that had started up in her stomach. This was just Jake. No reason for this reaction. He was simply helping her as a friend. “Yes,” she said and she hoped Jake hadn’t noticed the quiver in her voice.
Jake and Chris had helped Cassie rebuild this bathroom, but he hadn’t remembered the huge claw-foot tub that was front and center in the bathroom when she made the request. As he looked at it now, he had an idea. “Hey Cass, how about a bath rather than a shower so I can stay dressed and dry through this process?”
She quirked an eyebrow at him, “That doesn’t sound quite fair to me, but it’s probably a good idea. Let me just get it filled up.”
He waved her aside. “Let me do it for you.”
She handed him the bottle of bubble bath with the instructions, “Lots of this. I need the camouflage of the bubbles.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
She laughed, “Exactly.”
Finally the bathtub was full and steaming with gorgeous fluffy bubbles and there was no avoiding the inevitable. Jake came around behind her and gently loosened the straps of the arm brace and slipped it over her head and off her arm. He unbuttoned the buttons on her shirt and slowly lowered the sleeves down her arms trying not to jostle her right arm. She wasn’t meeting his eyes as she started working her sweatpants down her legs using her good left arm. Jake tried to maintain detachment as he grasped her sweatpants from her and slid them down her long toned legs. He hissed an indrawn breath as he saw the dark blue, green, and purple bruises that lined the entire length of the right side of her body. She was standing there in the purple bra and panty set he’d pulled out of her drawer the night before to take to the hospital. They actually matched many of the bruises that were the same shades. But even with the bruises, she looked absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. The matching set looked so much better on her in real life than they had when he imagined them as he pulled them out of her drawer. He swallowed hard and took a bracing deep breath. He could do this.
Cassie watched the myriad of emotions cross Jake’s face as he helped her out of her clothes. She stopped him now though with a hand cupping the side of his face. “Jake, relax. It’s just me, the girl you used to tie to the tree and abandon when we were little.”
Jake gave a self-effacing chuckle. “Can we not talk about bondage when you’re standing there looking so gorgeous in just your underwear and about to get naked?”
The comment was so out of left field and Jake had such a look of pain on his face that Cassie had to laugh. “Relax, Jake, we can do this. We’re adults.”
“Again, not helping, because I don’t need to be thinking adult thoughts right now, trust me.”
“Okay, well talking about it isn’t helping so let’s just get it over with, okay.”
“Okay.” Jake moved around behind Cassie and unhooked her bra and slowly slid it off her shoulders studiously avoiding looking at her breasts. He then quickly slid her panties down her legs and helped settle her into the water where she gave an audible groan from the feeling of the warm water soaking into her sore muscles.
“Cassie, you’re killing me.” Jake shut his eyes and groaned a bit himself.
Cassie looked at him and considered, “Why don’t you go out while I get clean? We can wash my hair last after I wash everything else.”
Jake nodded, visibly swallowing hard. “That sounds like a good idea. Just holler when you need me to come back.” He quickly slid out the door where he collapsed against the wall trying to regulate his breathing and erection. Even bruised and hurting, she was so incredibly sexy. She was killing him, because he had to be dying from the lack of blood in his brain. How long could a man function while maintaining an erection? The commercial said more than four hours was reason for concern. By his calculations, he had pretty much been rock hard now for twelve solid hours with no relief in sight. His own shower today was going to be a long, cold one. He ran a hand through his hair as he thought about heading back in there again, just as he heard Cassie call his name.
He took in a fortifying breath, rearranged his cock which was going to be permanently etched with the zipper impression from his jeans, and turned the handle on the door.
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