Friday, January 29, 2010

Review: Raw Silk by Delilah Devlin

Raw Silk
Ellora’s Cave
eISBN: 9781419926501
Genre: Contemporary Ménage
Format: eBook

The Blurb:

A wicked, no-strings one-night stand turns unexpectedly complicated when three lonely hearts collide…

Camille sacrificed romance for success long ago. Now that the lingerie company she and her best friend built is hugely successful, she has a few regrets. Wanting to let down her hair and explore the possibilities, she agrees to meet a man at a bar for drinks only to wind up needing help when she rebuffs his sexual overtures.

Jake and Daniel are two firefighters hitting the bar for a quick drink after a long shift when they see a classy beauty fending off an overzealous boyfriend. With a flex of biceps they chase him off then settle in to seduce the lovely woman whose eyes reflect a hunger they understand all too well.

What starts as a simple, pleasurable one-night stand, quickly burns up the sheets. While Jake knows he can’t let Camille crush their relationship because of age differences, Daniel still thinks he can walk—until he gets a whiff of Camille’s best friend Lacey. Suddenly three isn’t enough.

Reader Advisory: Burning up the sheets is putting it mildly! Inhibitions are out the door with scenes of m/f/m, m/f/m/f, f/f and m/m.

This is obtained from Ms. Devlin's website --->>> here.

So, with that said, I did receive this book for free... for my honest opinion of the story. So, all thoughts and comments regarding this book are solely mine!

This is one hot book. This is my first m/f/m, m/f/m/f, f/f, and m/m all in one book! And whoa nelly ~ this was a smoking hot book.

Camille Rutherford & Lacey Parish, two best friends, own a lingerie shop, Hot Silk's. The formed it from bottom up and it is doing well. It is doing so good that an Atlanta shopping mall wants them in their store. Enter Malcolm Neville to the group. He was there as representation for the mall, to asses **cough cough** Hot Silk and it's owners. His own assets were not all that bad either.

Well, why discuss business in a stuffy office, on a Friday evening, when you can go to the local tavern and discuss it over drinks. Using Camille's words, "Kill two birds with one stone - get Malcolm's blessing on her proposal and let loose a little. (pg 10)"
Not having anything other than spreadsheets to do, Camille's thought was: what the hell, why not. What she had to lose?

Camille agrees to go have drinks with Malcolm at the bar. Being in her right mind though, she makes them go in separate cars - just in case. Well, meeting at the bar was not a bright idea, but it was not the worst that Camille had ever made. However, Camille was just not feeling it with Malcolm;. not even a little. But before the thought of ending the night came to her mind, a rescue was set in motion - unbeknown to her.

Jake and Danny had had a long day, actually a long thirty hour shift. Some times saving the world was exhausting; their are firefighters. A beer before bed sounded like a good idea. Well, lo and behold fantasies do come true. Jake spotted Camille first, then Danny. At least they would have some sweet dreams before bed. But why should it have to be a dream... why not see which one the lady would like to go home with for the night... or if it would be just one. Sensing the lady was just not that in to her "date," Jake and Danny decided to come to the rescue. One drink leads to another... and one thing leads to another...

This is store is about four best friends and explosive sex. What happens when your heart falls in love, do you leave someone or two out of the picture? Can you make a life out of sharing? The outcome of this story, I never saw coming. Ms. Devlin's writing style is very crafty. She sure made me wish I was the sandwich filling in between those two men. This was a hot quick read!

To read a piece of this story... for a tease (yep, I am going to tease you), please go --->> here.
To visit Ms. Devlin's place, please head over -->> here.
To see what else she has cooking at her place, please go here --->> here.

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Thursday, January 28, 2010

Review: After Hours by Lynne Roberts

After Hours by Lynne Roberts

The Blurb:

Elle Simpson doesn’t deny that the new intern is sexy as hell but he’s also ten years her junior--and she doesn’t date men from the office. Of course, dating isn’t what comes to mind when David Nelson enters a room. When Elle’s boss assigns her to work an important account, she’s thrilled—until David volunteers to help. Working one on one with her desirable new assistant is bound to test the limits of her restraint.

Everything about Elle, from her professional savvy to her hot body, turns David on, but first he has to unravel her mixed signals. After a few late nights alone with Elle in the office, David is at the end of his tether. It was hard enough during the day; keeping his hands off her after hours is proving impossible.

This information has been obtained from The Wild Rose Press --->>> Here.

I did receive this book from Night Owl Romance for the purpose of my honest review. So, all thoughts and comments regarding this book are solely mine!

Now, on to the review....

I will start off by telling you that this is a very short story. Roughly about 50 pages. Now with that said... I will not complain to you that the story is too short - hence short story.

Elle's job is to crunch numbers, fill out spreadsheet and input data. You guessed it, the most exciting job in the world, she is an accountant. She has been working for the Pembroke Accounting firm for eight years now. Also, she has been a widow for the past eight years. But be damn, just because forty is closing in does not mean she is over the hill. And believe it or not... her sex drive seem to be kicking into high gear. Her forbidden rule was not to date co-workers. That seems very realistic; since there was no one there worth dating. That is until a new intern starts working for the company. Filling out spreadsheets is not quite what she wanted to fill out and numbers were not the only thing she wanted to munch, I mean crunch.

But can you blame a woman for lusting over David... The man just exudes sex; his walk, his look, his smile... even his voice. Does it matter that she is ten years his senior, should it matter that they work together... well?

David is the new intern at Pembroke. He was hired as an accountant to work under the wing of Peter, Elle's co-worker... That is until David saw Elle. Then he had other ideas where he would like to work under. He was not sure what it was about this woman, but every move he made - he made it to see her. He wanted to get to know this woman, but every move he made "office wise" towards her, she seemed snippy with him. Almost like she did not like him or something. What the hell, he was a good looking guy and in great shape. It was something about this woman that drove him nuts and he wanted more. He wanted to have his hands on her instead of spreadsheets.

Opportunity only comes one... Elle's boss needs her to do some overtime for a new client they picked up; the catch - she will need some help with the clients works. Insert a very happy David to help. So, what could they possibly be doing working late, crunching figures and filing away receipts. Hummmm....

This book was great. Yes, it was extremely short, but you know what... that is what it is - a short story. A hot, explosive short story. Ms Roberts made me feel for Elle, first being an older woman, secondly for having "feelings" for a co-worker. Those things alone are taboo, can you imagine them coupled together. Oh dear is right! But when just the sight alone of David has her panties in a bunch... or should I say wet - this story gets even hotter!!! David was my kinda guy... he saw what he wanted and took the opportunities when they presented themselves.
So, do you want to know what happens after hours... **insert eyebrow raised** You know you. Or better yet... Do you want know how fast you can go from Zero to Fifty (pages)... Just pick up this book and you will see!!!!

I rated this book a 5! It was just that smoking.
To learn more about Ms. Lynne Roberts, you can visit her blog --->>> here.
Or you can go to her website --->>> here. I am sure she would like to hear from you!

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Friday, January 22, 2010

What's Your Burning Question?

Yep, I wanna know.

Some secrets are not safe anymore... hee hee... But I wanna know...

My question to you is if you had a personal one on one conversation with an author - any author...

What would you want to know? Something personal, something off cuff, something funny, a tid-bit of life story...

I want you to tell me... What are you dying to ask?

Why am I asking YOU these questions?

Well, the air is stirring at the Smutty Hussy Lair and in the air a party brewing... Did I see your eyes light up? Did your ears perk up a bit? Or are you simply drooling over the Marks... Because I do have plenty of Question MARK's around here, I kill myself!!!!

Anyway... What is going on you may wonder? Do I see you looking at a calendar trying to figure out what day it is, did you miss an event?? No silly... my birthday passed already - although now that you mention... it is time to start preparing for the next one...


Come February... Will mark my one year of stalking!!!
Yep, you read right. STALKING =)

I started stalking Barbara from Happily Forever After, VampFanGirl from Lovin Some Romance, Anna from Anna's Book Blog, Lea from Closetwriters and Dottie from My Blog 2.0.
It has been a year that I have been stalking them.

And come MARCH, it will make a year that my baby "BLOG" started to crawl all by herself.

AND as if that is not enough, I have reached over 100 followers... Just that thought of me being here a hear alone blows me away ~ I have over one hundred follower!

Okay, now I will agree with a lot of people out there... never in my life did I think one person let alone over one hundred people would want to see what I had to say. I mean... I write silly things, I do reviews... only to let other know what I think of the book and authors, but I do not follow a regular scheduled broadcast and simply put ~ I AM JUST ME!
So, I am truly honored and amazed that people still come here and chat with me.
Over the year, I have made some wonderful friends that I would not trade for anything in this world. The friendships made through here are just amazing. I have only met one person from blog land and that was such a treat (you can go here to see that day!). I have meet some wonderful authors that I can call friends as well. I never thought that was possible. All these friendships have become what I treasure the most. Knowing that I can bring a smile to someone's face when they are having a bad day, or having that done in return. The community of friends that I have made just makes me want to cry. You guys are the best!

I have learned my fair share of what exactly are TBB and TBR lists!! I now have a ginormous famous notebook with every book I ever want or have. The sales people are Borders know my name and what kind of coffee I love to drink and the Book Depository absolutely adores me. Oh... let's not forget the famous ebooks places as well!! They welcome me with open arms now and even give me my own shopping cart and wish list.

I have more books than I can possibly read within ~ probably in all honesty a year period. I have drooled more than ever and lusted more than ever. All over books! I have more fictional boyfriends than I know what to do with (and NO I do not share very well). But anyway... you will hear me babble for the next two months about how wonderful you guys are!!!!

So for now... I am gearing up for another party... and if you were around for my birthday party... you know you will want to stick around for this one!!!!

So help time... give me some questions you would like to ask an author. I may have some people of interest **insert waggles of eyebrows** show up within the next two months! And I would like to pose to them some questions. Like: 5 Something about you questions - personal and 5 Something fun questions. If you question is picked, I will give you credit for the question asked at the "interview".

And..... if I reach over 175 followers.... there might just be a special prize for those that stick around!! I am gathering my change I am finding in between the couch cushions and saving for some special treats for you guys!! Why... because that's what friends do!

Oh and don't forget..... Justin and Lizzie will be coming back February 1st! If you want some more scoop on them... Stick around!

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Monday, January 18, 2010

Review: Sex Drive by Susan Lyons

Sex Drive
ISB: 978-0-7582-3825-2
Author: Susan Lyons
Pub Date: Novermber 24, 2009
Imprint : Aphrodisia
Format : Trade Paperback

This information is obtained from:
Kensington website --->> here.

The blurb:


Prof. Theresa Fallon’s ex-husband gave her good reason to swear off men. But when, on the long flight from Sydney, Australia, to Vancouver, BC, she’s seated beside one of Australia’s ten sexiest bachelors, she has reason to question that decision.

Thriller writer Damien Black is very attracted to the sexy but standoffish professor, and it’s a challenge to persuade her to enjoy his special brand of in-flight entertainment.

From there, it’s not all that big a step to enjoying a stopover together in Honolulu. Not to mention, a little sex on Waikiki Beach!

To the prof’s surprise, her sex drive hasn’t disappeared. It was only waiting for the right man to awaken it, and Damien is definitely that man. And the same very well might go for her heart…

For the cynical Theresa and the far-too-experienced Damien, this journey is a special one. To their mutual surprise, they’re on a wild ride to love!

The blurb has been obtained from Ms. Susan's website --->> here.
This book is my first review for Night Owl Romance. I am a reviewer there now!!! I am so excited!! So, with that said, I did receive this book for free... for my honest opinion of the story. So, all thoughts and comments regarding this book are solely mine!

Now, on to the review....

Meet Theresa Fallon, one of four of the Fallon sisters. She is the oldest of them. With her IQ being around genius level, she is the organized, realistic, cynical, and a little dull. Her sisters would never think of her letting her hair down and just going with the flow. In her own right, Theresa is a very straight forward kinda person; what you see is what you get.
She wasn't always a cynical person towards love and men; however, thanks to Jeffrey, her first husband of three months, she has now sworn off men. Before Jeffrey, she had not thought highly of herself. Then after him... what she had left went down to hardly nothing. Now academically, she knew she rocked. That is her area in life where she excels. So, what self esteem she had of herself, Jeffrey took that away from her. She never thought herself to be sexy, attractive or one of those woman who could attract a good looking guy. That is all about to change... She is about to meet one man that is going to rock her world from inside out!

Damien Black is a every woman's fantasy. He is definitely my walking sex on a stick man. He is charming, very easy on the eyes, body of a very athletic man, and was voted one of the country's ten sexiest bachelors (in Australia). He is man who believes in himself, exudes sexual awareness. Oh yea, and is a wee bit cocky about his sexuality. Being single and "famous" - he is an author - sometimes is not all what it's cracked up to be. What does he heart really want love or lust. Will looking away from those that fall at his feet prove to be what he has been looking for...

A ten hour flight from Sydney, Australia to Honolulu, Hawaii. Then from Honolulu to Vancouver, B. C. is the itinerary for Theresa Fallon. Theresa is on her way to her parents home in Vancouver, B. C., to meet up with her other two sisters to give their baby sister the wedding of her dreams. Damien has the same itinerary, except he has a lay over for the night in Honolulu. He was headed to Vancouver for a book tour. A New York publisher bought the U.S. rights to his books and was sponsoring the tour. He was in demand.

What could two people do on a ten hour flight? What happens when one person never steps out of their comfort zone and the other lives to skirt theirs? Can you find love, or at least the start of love, 30,000 feet in the air?

I absolutely love the whole book. Ms. Lyons had me mesmerized from the first page to the last. I could not turn the pages fast enough, nor get enough of the story fast enough to satisfy the inner hussy within. It was a non-stop ride - kinda like the flight!! I love the character tension Ms. Susan created right off the bat with Theresa and Damien. The banter between them is very realistic and the sexual tension is very hot! I love how Theresa, being a little naive as she is in some areas of life, never holds her tongue or backs down. She knows that she is not cut our for this kinda thing (what thing... I can not tell you), but she tosses common sense out the window and takes what is being given to her. Can she do this and keep her heart out of it?
Damien enjoys life and all it has to offer; including women. But when presented with a challenge, he is one not to back down. And Theresa is his challenge. She intrigues him in ways no woman ever has... but just how well could he get to know this "all work and no play" woman within one flight...
Ms. Susan made sure to give dimension to the sisters as well... I have a feeling I am going to love to see this family grow, lol! I found myself completely absorbed in the Fallons. I can say that I can not wait to see where Ms. Susan takes us next.... I hear it is on a train... Wooohoooo!!!

I can say that I loved this book. I always found us saying that - for short stories: I would like to have seen more of this or that, or this did not give much time for this or that... but it is a short story - take it for what it is; a short story. Ms. Susan wrapped me up in her story and I was left craving for more... but reminding you are reading a short story is the key. This story was NOT short on romance, banter, sexy loving and just plain fun! She has it all in this book and I so can not wait for the next story.

My pro: I enjoyed how Ms. Lyons wrote each chapter in the mind set of Theresa & Damien. What was even more enjoyable was that each chapter picked up where the last one left off.

My con: The over use word of queue.

I am proud to say that I have found me a new to me author that is going on my automatic buy list! Planes, trains and automobiles... I am so ready to see what else Ms. Lyon has in store for us!!!!!

To see what else My Lyons has to offer, please go to her website --->>> here.
Book # 2 ~ Upcoming...April 2010
The next tale in this series is called Love, Unexpectedly. This story is about one of Theresa's sisters - Kat & Nav! To catch a peek of it, please go --->> here.
I hope you have enjoyed the review!

To see my review at Night Owl Romance, please go --->>> here.
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Friday, January 15, 2010

Part 5 ~ How Sweet Is My Neighbor

How Sweet Is My Neighbor
By: Cecile B Smith

With a wicked glean in his eyes he walks up to me, bends down and whispers in my ear, "Well Lizzie, if you don't comply with what I ask of you... I have a punishment in mind. And lets just say that punishing you will be so much fun. I will make you sure you enjoy it to. Let me just tell you that since I first seen you a month ago when you came to look at the house, you have drove my thoughts wild of what I would like to do to you." I could feel his body heat, that's how close he was to me. The smell of pure male was assaulting my senses. I could smell him, his scent. The sheer smell of him and his voice echoing in my mind was doing things to my lower region that I had not felt in quiet a while. The ache I started to feel was driving me insane.

Wow, you talk about take my breathe away. In that statement alone, I learned some very valuable information. My neighbor has a thing for me... wow! Never saw that coming. And punishment... ummm... I just met him, I am not sure if I like this idea or not. But with those blue eyes piercing down at me, and those full kissable lips waiting - there was no way I was saying no. Not if it meant his hands on my body. I would beg for that to happen. Trying to clear my throat, "Justin, I ummm..." I was lost for words.

Sensing that I was at a lost for words, Justin slowly bent his face to mine, he brought one hand up to cup my face gently and softly pressed his lips to mine. The feeling of his lips on mine was setting me on fire. I could feel my face blush crimson red. Then I felt his other hand slowly creep to my waist; probably to steady me so I did not pass out. The kiss was melting every nerve in my body. Just a simple kiss was overriding my functions and I could not think of anything more delicious than this. He pulled away just enough to slowly speak, "Lizzie, I have more for you if you allow me..."

If you want more of Justin's punishment and what Elizabeth decides to do...
Come back on February 1st... For Part 6...
Because it is just starting to get good and hot!!!

This is my story. All words, names and places are clearly made up in my mind.
If you so chose to print my story any where, I promise you harm.
I am nice... I promise.
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Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Part 4 ~ How Sweet Is My Neighbor

Part 4
By: Cecile B Smith

Oh gawd, did I just hear right: no wife and no girlfriend. Damn, I must be dreaming. I pinch myself, only to find that the shit hurts. My problem is men like this are just not attracted to women like me. I am an average woman of about five foot five, wear a size ten, not zero, and have more curves than I cared to admit. I am nothing to stare at, at least through my eyes. So why did this man make me feel like I was the sexiest woman he laid eyes on. With just one look the man could undress me and I would be okay with that. Really, I would be. Oh hell, who was I kidding... it has been a while since my last roll in the hay and so what if I had to see him everyday. It is NOT like a man is showing up on my door step offering me cake every day right!!!
(Okay, so it is not a cake... but damn)

I was pulled out of my x-rated thoughts by that sexy as hell voice, "Lizzie, you gonna help me with these boxes or not?" Huh... what did he just call me, "Lizzie? Justin, who are you talking to?" He put this sexual tone to his voice and grinned, "That's my new name for you. Elizabeth just seems so..." shrugging his shoulders, "so... stuffy shirt for you. And besides, that's my pet name for you from now on." A pet name... for me... from now on. What the hell was going on between us and what was I missing. "Lizzie, don't make me tell you again to grab some boxes. If I have to tell you again and you are going to get punished."

Punished, for the life of me, I can not remember the last time I had been punished or reprimanded for anything. Images started flooding my mind of me bent over his lap with nothing on while he held a little paddle in his hand. Or my hands tied up in my bed with him over me with a can of whip cream. Oh damn, I really need to get out more often. "Punish me...," my checks flushes just speaking the word. It was not a dirty word, but I felt dirty using it. "And just how you plan on punishing me."

If you want more of Justin and his cake... You better make sure you stick around...
Because it is about to get all kinda of delicious up in here!!!

This is my story. All words, names and places are clearly made up in my mind.
If you so chose to print my story any where, I promise you harm.
I am nice... I promise.

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Monday, January 11, 2010

Part 3 ~ How Sweet Is My Neighbor

How Sweet Is My Neighbor
Part 3
By: Cecile B Smith

Oh, I know exactly where I would like for him to put that cake. Stop Ms Evil, you are bad. Turning around, I felt relieved that my house was in some kind of order. Trying to get my head out of the gutter, where it was spiraling down quickly, I shoved open the door so he could come inside. "You can put the cake down on the table in the kitchen, to your right." Whew, I had to speak slowly to make sure the right words came out. I surely wanted to say 'you can put that cake all over me and lick it', but that would have been a bit much. I noticed his eyes glancing around the house, checking things out. I did not mind because I was checking out his things.

"It looks like you got a lot done in a days work," he let slide out as he placed the cake down.
Oh, I almost forgot we were having a conversation as I was taking inventory of his ass-sets. "Oh, yea, the movers..."trying to collect my thoughts, "they were well worth their weight in gold and of course my parents came over to help. It is nice to have everything done. I just have to get rid of boxes and put things in their place." I was allowed his backside while he put the cake on the table. Oh heavens above what a sight. This man was a walking sex on a stick kinda man. All sorts of wonderful yummy, delicliousness. Ms. Evil was taking a turn for the worst again, time to rein her in. He turns around and gives me that golden smile again. Damn him and that smile.

He starts grabbing boxes, "Well, lets throw away what you don't need tonight. The garbage passes tomorrow. We can get this done if you would like."
Oh, there were things I would like done alright, but that was not going to happen. "I don't want to take up your time. I am sure you are a busy man. I am sure your girlfriend would not like that very much." Ha, there! I had to find something wrong with this man. Something that would make him off limits to me. Men like this were not meant for women like me. Upon surveying the mess of boxes, he turns around and smiles again. "I do not mind at all and I do not have a girlfriend."

If you want more of Justin and his cake... You better make sure you stick around...
Because it is about to get all kinda of delicious up in here!!!

This is my story. All words, names and places are clearly made up in my mind.
If you so chose to print my story any where, I promise you harm.
I am nice... I promise.
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Friday, January 8, 2010

Part 2 ~ How Sweet Is My Neighbor

Happy Friday everyone!!! I hope all of you are managing to stay warm during this little ice age we are having right now. Brrrr is it cold outside or what!!!
Well, if you need some thawing out... I have something to warm you up...

This is part one -->> How Sweet Is My Neighboor?

How Sweet Is My Neighbor
Part 2
By: Cecile B Smith

"Hi Justin, I'm Elizabeth. It is nice to meet you," clearing my throat, I tried to manage sounding like an adult instead of a squeaky teenage girl. When I slid my hand in his to offer a shake, I almost came on myself. You have got to be kidding me, get a grip. Damn. He squeezed my hand with just enough firmness to let me know he was all man, but gentle enough to let me know the he knew how to use them. Then the smell came waffling across my nose. I am not sure whether it is him or the cake, but it is smelling absolutely delicious. My tummy started growling in anticipation; so were other parts of my body.
"Nice cake you have there," oh man, did I really just say that. Could I have gotten any stupider? Okay, I will redeem myself, I promise. "So Justin, did your wife make the cake?" I had to know and soon. This man was what dreams were made of and if he was married, then all bets were off the table. All bets; who the hell was I betting with. Oh my good vs. evil side in case you were wondering too. Ms. Evil thinks she can handle him and Ms. Good just wants everyone to be happy and jolly. Ms Good is what landed Ms. Cup of Sugar in my house the last time. See where that got me. Oh, here... never mind!

His was laughing at my line of questioning and it was doing me in. I am just thankful the man could not read my thoughts. Then I would be in serious trouble. As I stood face to face, well almost face to face (did I mention he has got to be at least six foot two), with the man, I could not take him any more. Clearing his throat, "Umm, thank you Elizabeth. And no, my wife did not make this cake." Whew, okay stop acting like a horny teenager Elizabeth and get a hold of yourself. The man is married. Okay evil one, go away, put away the horns and pitch fork. "I don't have a wife and I made this cake myself." Okay, you know the deer in highlight look; well, that is what I must look like because he laughed again. "Men can cook too you know. Now if you will just show me where I can put this."

This immediately came to mind...

If you want more of Justin and his cake...
You better make sure you stick around...
Because it is about to get all kinda of delicious up in here!!!

This is my story. All words, names and places are clearly made up in my mind.
If you so chose to print my story any where, I promise you harm.
I am nice... I promise.

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Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Part 1 ~ How Sweet Is My Neighbor

Happy New Year to everyone out there in Blog Land!!!!
I hope you had a wonderful, blessed, healthy, happy and very satisfying holiday!
Know you were all in my prayers and thoughts!

I am sorry that I have not been around much lately...
I have been in some kind of funk
~blog funk, reading funk, life funk... I am not sure just funk~
But I am here to say that I am out of it for now!!!

And to start the new year off right... I have a little story for you...
I have divided it up for you into little pieces...
Believe me you be licking your fingers when this is over.

Now please enjoy my first little short story of 2010~

By: Cecile B Smith

January, beginning of a new year. Out with the old and in with the new, right? Cleaning time. Well, this is the last bag of his crap that I have to throw away. Me and dick-face nameless lived together for about a year until I caught him and Ms. Up the Road May I Borrow A Cup of Sugar doing the nasty in my living room. I kicked him out and stayed in the house till I could sell it. Six months later, I am handing the keys over to the real estate agency and heading back home. Close to my parents, oh yay. I should be been jumping up and down. Instead, I am watching memory after memory of what we had go into the trash. It is for the better, I know this; but my heart feels stuck. Not on him or us, but on the idea of being alone. Starting over again. Playing the fields again. Life sucked sometimes and this is one of those times. With the last of his crap to the road and mine in the moving trailer, I hauled what was left of my heart and soul and moved - forward.

We finally arrived at my new house. I got out my car and took my first breath of independence. It felt good and scary all at the same time. The real estate company assured me the movers would do everything and they did. Of course my Mom and Dad came over to help out too. With everyone's help, what would have taken me at least two weeks, was done in one day. It was worth the extra money for the movers.

Well, the evening is drawing to a near end and I am plum damn exhausted. I had just plopped down on the couch when the door bell rings. Crap! It is probably my Mom or Dad. Oh hell, the door isn't locked, so I yelled, "COME IN!" My parents would understand me not getting up. No one opened the door. Damnit. The door bell rang again. Double damn, maybe it was one of the movers and they were trying to be polite. I heaved myself up off the couch and went to open the door.

I opened the door and my mouth hits the ground. Before my eyes is the hottest man I have ever seen in my life. He is holding a delicious cake in his hands. I have to be dreaming, right. These things just do not happen to me. I glance him over, okay okay... so I stalked over him with my eyes. His hair is on the dark side of chocolate, his eyes are a gorgeous shade of crystal clear blue, his skin the color of honey and oh my gosh his body is to die for. Then he makes my heart skip a bunch of beats by smiling; he has a very sexy smile. Holding the cake with one hand, he sticks the other hand to shake hands with me. "Hey, I'm Justin, your new neighbor." Could my dream get any better, his voice was pure satin over my body. Okay, it has been a while I know, but damn this man was making me turn into a puddle with just his name.

If you want more of Justin and his cake... You better make sure you stick around...
Because it is about to get all kinda of delicious up in here!!!

This is my story. All words, names and places are clearly made up in my mind.
If you so chose to print my story any where, I promise you harm.
I am nice... I promise.
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My Fictional Smutty Boyfriend.... =)