Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Pas De Deux with Mateo ~ The Hero

Ms. Fiona has a new book out called Pas De Dux! It is an amazing book. One day, Ms. Fiona and I were talking about her book and I asked her if I could have a one on one with Mateo - her hero in that book. She surprised me by saying yes... Did she know how much of a hussy I am, to allow me that much time with a man like Mateo... Well, we are going to find out!

Ladies, make sure you order a strong drink and have a fan near you... Cuz it is about to get all kinda hot in here!

I asked Mateo to meet me at a local bar, where there are booths for privacy. Get your mind out the gutter... I will be a good girl, I promise! ***yea right!**

I arrived at the bar first. You know, wanted to have a drink to calm my nerves down before meeting with him. So, I sit at my booth... ordered my Southern Comfort. Listening to some music playing over the juke box. Loud enough to hear, but low enough to not have to scream over. Enjoying that atmosphere when he walks in. And oh my gosh... breath gone... heart rate up... heat rises a million degrees and he is not even near me yet.

Watching this man walk was like having sex... long, lean, strong and sinful. He approached my booth and settled in. The waitress made a beeline right to him; never looking at me taking his order. Stolis straight.

I stick out my hand, a little shaky at first... Hi, I'm Cecile. Thanks for meeting with me.

"Cecile." Small, cautious smile. Not to thrilled to be here. Not used to be the one having to answer questions.

"I am not sure what Fiona told you about this meeting, but I wanna get to know a little better than just on paper."

A small shrug. "Sure."

Why don't you tell me a little about yourself? Seems you are new here and we have a lot to find out.

A sip of Stoli. "Not much to tell."

I raise an eyebrow and stay silent.

He takes another sip of Stoli and stays silent right back.

Sexy stubborn man. "What was it like allowing Fiona to write your essence down? I mean to give that woman that much power - to tell your story... what was that like?"

Now there's a flash of grin. "Preciousa, I don't know what Fiona told you, but I took over the whole story for it to come out right."

He seems more relaxed now, slinging an arm over the barstool, letting his leather jacket gape open to reveal a simple tshirt molded to one hell of a chest.

"How much hell did you make Fiona go through writing your story?"

A single black eyebrow goes up as he take another thoughtful sip of Stoli. "She had me as a dancer. In Vegas. Now, nothing wrong with being a dancer in Vegas, but I got a reputation here. Can't exactly protect people if I'm shaking my ass on the strip."

**Mental note of Mateo on stage shaking his ass for me... or better yet a private... WHAT I was just thinking....**

Is there more to your story than meets the eye?

Another flash of a grin. "You'll have to read it, Preciousa. Then tell me."

**Oh, I plan letting you know, but not with words - if I can have my way... WHAT, get out of my mind if you do not want to know...**

How do you want to leave the readers of your book when they are done?

Rapid fire answer. "Satisfied." Just that. Shit, my heart rate is probably through the roof by now.

"What's the wildest thing readers can expect from your story?"

His long blunt finger traces patterns on the chilled condensation of his glass. "I'm not exactly tame."

**Oh man, I wonder just what those fingers are capable of doing.....**

"Seriously though."

"Seriously." He leaves it at that.

Okay, enough pleasantries...

He lifts his eyebrow once again.

What's the secret to getting you to smile?

Watching Lynn wake up.

What's the nicest gesture anyone (woman in particular) could do for you?

"Shit." An shrug that hides a flush. "Hell if I know. Lynn loves my ass. God knows why she does."

Do you like dancing; since the book is about a ballerina?

Now there's a slow and wolfish grin. "I like watching her dance."

What qualities do you look for in a woman?

"I don't like airs. Give me an honest cussing woman anyway. Lynn won't put up with no bullshit - from me or anyone else."

What's your idea of love?

"Sheet." Another long drink.

What makes you hot under the collar?

"Well, watching Lynn doing her morning stretches sure as hell gets me going."

Got any kinky fetishes?

He shakes his head at me. "Just one."

**Oh I bet I could introduce you to a whole bunch more... and have you begging for more...**

What's your favorite place to um... have umm.. **wild thoughts are running in my mind here** your favorite place to enjoy an evening of hot, wild sex?

"The bar. The kitchen. The floor. Any available surface. And you're blushing, Preciousa."

**Not blushing... just getting freaking hot...**

And for personal reasonings..... Are you a boxer, brief or commando kinda guy?

His eyes are amused and dark as he leans forward. Pauses for a breathless moment. Grins. "Guess you'll never know."

**oh I will find out... I will find out**

I want to thank you Mateo for meeting me here and telling an all. I am sure I have piqued everyone's interest in this book now! So, thanks for helping out Fiona and me in the process! You have definitely stirred up my interest in ummm.. yea... the book!

Without reading this book... This man is freaking Sex on a Stick! Damn!!!!!
Now I will share with you some hot, steamy excerpts from his book! Enjoy!
Stay tune for tomorrow ~ Giveaway time!!!!!!!
I'm thrilled to share Ms. Fiona's first Samhain release with us!


One wrong move, and she could be dancing on her grave…

Two years after an injury put her dancing career on hold, Lynnrina Kovaleva is determined to reclaim her place on the stage. On the eve of her comeback production, she takes the edge off her nerves with a one-night stand in the strong arms of celebrity bodyguard Mateo Rivera.

Ex-cop Mateo is celebrating one hell of an anniversary: eight months since he was declared unfit for duty. When a delicate beauty boldly propositions him in a bar, he chooses to lose himself in her body rather than lose his mind to alcohol. This choice comes back to haunt him when he’s hired to protect a prima ballerina who’s been receiving threats.

Despite her shock at seeing him again, Lynn must not allow their intense attraction—or any creepy fan letters—to undermine her performance. Mateo can’t reconcile this coldly focused dancer with the passionate woman who seduced him. Yet he sees fire under the ice, pain hidden by the smooth mask of perfection.

The vivid memory of their entwined bodies wars with the job at hand, but he must keep Lynn safe—regardless of the cost. The most difficult challenge, however, will be keeping his hands to himself.

Warning: Contains jetés, pliés, a chilling touch of danger, and the boiling heat of an unwanted attraction that combusts into passionate sex.


At least she hadn’t wasted her four years at Juilliard.

Her lips curled in the appropriate half smile, Lynn kept her shoulders soft and her eyes sparkling. Yes, she loved the idea of fusing classical ballet with a contemporary story. Yes, this was truly an opportunity to be on the cutting edge of her profession and her art, a perfect comeback vehicle for a ballerina of her reputation.

Thinking of six solo duets, she squelched a sudden, vicious need for chocolate and sipped her Perrier under Dominic’s watchful and guileless eyes. The brilliant and sought-after choreographer was cataloguing every move she made.

“Each one will be a story arc of strength and characterization of ‘a modern woman’.” Dominic used his hands in air quotes then gulped another swallow of his cognac. The tiny diamond on his pinky winked at her in the dim intimate light of the bar. “Lovers and enemies, friends, foes. I have the main steps outlined, but you know how it goes.”

“Of course.” Lynn kept smiling while relief threatened to melt her. The contracts had been signed; she was the prima for the Pas De Deux production. After nearly two years of recovery, she would be back onstage, and all the sacrifices wouldn’t be for nothing.

“You do know Pavel Zolotov signed on.”

She kept her smile firm even if every nerve inside in her body stiffened. “It will be good to see him.”

“I’m counting on it.” Shrewd grey eyes watched for even the smallest signal of disgust.

Lynn took another fortifying sip of water and wished like hell for chocolate. Zolotov had broken her heart as publicly as possible, using her naïveté to elevate his own exposure. And started her tradition of pre-rehearsal one-night stands.

“Darling, if it’s a problem—”

She peeled her lips back in a wider smile. “That was what, seven, eight years ago?” She tried a charming, elegant shrug. “We’re both professionals.”

“We’ll start off slow.” Dominic drank his cognac with flair. “I figure—” He stopped mid word, raised his eyebrows at something over her left shoulder. “Helloooow there.”

Curiosity beat down manners, but when Lynn turned she didn’t see what he was looking at.

“Tall and dark and Puerto Rican walking into—of all the joints—this bar. A bodyguard, excuse me, ‘security specialist’.” Dom’s diamond sparkled with another set of air quotes. “Mateo something. I met him at a party when that opera diva was in town.” He leaned closer to whisper. “When a man looks like that—” His hand fluttered dramatically over his chest. “Just like Whitney and a hot Latin Kevin Costner.”

She snorted, couldn’t help it. A glance up at the mirrored ceiling showed the Latin Kevin Costner hunched over a drink sitting in a booth just behind her.

“What was I saying?” With occasional glances over her shoulder, Dominic pushed away his empty glass. “I’m just thrilled with this. Just flying. The cast is too—I got a guy pushing off retiring. Simon Powell—you know him?”

Under the rapid-fire words, Lynn nodded. “He was a pretty big deal in New York.” And had always been unfailingly kind to her amidst the curious glances and the half-hidden whispers. In the incestuous world of ballet, he had appointed himself a type of older brother, encouraging her when she was ready to end everything, silently sitting with her while she tore up newspapers and cried.

“You don’t stay a big deal when you start pooh-poohing the parts.” A short and dismissive shrug. “He’s perfect though. We’ll start off slow and build. You’ve settled in?”

She’d moved yesterday into a luxury efficiency with rented furniture and bars over the windows. Her fault for waiting till the last possible minute to get a place.

She just nodded and kept her perfect posture until Dom ran off with a light airy kiss over her cheek—as if he was afraid anything else would sully her perfection. Ironic, since tomorrow he would choreograph multiple seductions with her in the starring role.

When she was sure Dom had left, Lynn let herself slouch in the rich dark leather of the booth and pulled the pins out of her hair. Relief and dread spilled over taut nerves.

Pavel or no Pavel, the contract was already signed. Just because she’d been a naïve idiot when she was barely twenty was no reason to let her family’s sacrifices go to waste.

Giving in to the craving for something sweet and rich, she ordered a chocolatini. Waiting for it, she looked up at the mirror image of herself—wild honey curls, loose sloppy posture, elegant wool dress minimizing breasts a touch too large.

She figured with two hours of class and eight more sweating in rehearsals, she’d drop plenty of weight. Which meant she could allow herself at least a drink to celebrate.

When it finally came, Lynn toasted herself, letting the rich taste curl softly in her belly. A good drink and a one-night stand. A pre-rehearsal staple for the past seven years.

The Latin Kevin Costner was still brooding over his glass in a booth behind her, his hair dark and curly, his exposed forearms taut and sprinkled with crisp hair. And when he suddenly looked up to meet her gaze, his eyes as dark as midnight, she knew he was the one for the first duet.

Sliding her fingers through her hair to tousle up her curls, she gulped down liquid courage and stood up. “Drinking alone?”

Time hummed while those onyx eyes skimmed over her. “Not if you join me.” The rough husk of his voice caressed her skin with subtle shivers.

Keeping her smile firmly in place, Lynn slid into the booth opposite him. This was the awkward stage—the casual attempt at small talk.

“I’m Lynn.” Short sweet and without baggage.

“I’m bad company.” He lifted up a long blunt finger to signal for another glass. And in a move she considered positive, he jerked his chin towards her, indicating a refill.

She hadn’t counted on the long silence. The past few times she’d done this, men happily talked about themselves before proceeding to preliminary groping.

This one wasn’t in a hurry to make the second move.

“Lynn. Russian?”

She shivered when he said her name, slow, as if seeing how it tasted on his tongue. “Ukrainian.” Surprising that he picked out her accent—she barely had a trace of it left.

Silence stretched until their drinks came. He took a long gulp from his glass. “I don’t do small talk.”

“Then I’ll get to the point.” She studied him over the rim of another chocolatini. A stubborn jaw, a crooked nose that looked like it’d been broken more than once. Heavy black eyebrows, tired liquid brown eyes. Firm lips and a day’s growth of stubble.

Dangerous. Not like the fragile male dancers she was used to. Under the beat-up leather jacket, he looked big, male and rough.

More shivers danced over her spine. “I’m starting a long and stressful project.” She doubted a man like him would be impressed with details, and that at least was a relief.

He didn’t look at her, didn’t say a single word. Instead, he simply cradled the now-empty glass in his wide palms.

“I won’t have time for…anything.” Lynn never could actually say the words. Luckily her chosen partners always got it. “I want to have one wild night before I start.”

Now his eyes flashed to her. “You want to get it off before your thing?”

She should have gotten up, but that was probably what he hoped to accomplish. “Putting it crudely, yes.”

“You’ve no idea who I am.” He spoke clear and slow, an edge of danger to that raspy, make-me-wet voice.

“You’re a bodyguard.” She gave him a thin smile, noted the way his lips were full and firm. “And I’m a good judge of character.”

“I bet.” Another signal for a refill. This time Lynn shook her head when he tilted his head silently asking if she wanted another.

Usually men jumped at this chance for a meaningless quickie. Sex was a simple means to blow off steam, a way of reminding herself that being touched meant nothing.

Just as it would mean nothing when Pavel would touch her tomorrow in a perfectly orchestrated parody of love.

He didn’t look at her as they sat in the uncomfortable silence amidst the murmurs and the laughs and clinks of glassware. A woman wrapped in heady perfume shuffled past their table for the door, letting in the cold San Francisco wind while she called out for a taxi.

The chill ripped through the fake warm courage of her drinks. Keeping her movements casual, Lynn pushed her glass away. His hand closed on her wrist, his fingers warm and firm and callused. “You change your mind?”

Her pulse raced now at that dark voice, that firm yet gentle grip. The flush that started at her cheeks became a tingling flood of heat between her thighs.

She forced her voice to remain even. “I’m not sure yet.”

His gaze stayed steady on hers even when he let go. “Why do you do this?”

No one had ever asked. “I’m seeing my ex tomorrow.” It came out in a rush, a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. “If you aren’t interested—”

That dark gaze narrowed on her face. “I’m interested. Would you like proof?”

If the intent had been to make her blush, he was too late. “I’ll take your word for it.” She took a breath. “My place is just around the corner.”

His mouth curved now, dangerous and wicked. “Lead the way.”

At least she hadn’t wasted his money or his time.

Three Stolis pleasantly buzzing in his head, Mateo opened the heavy wooden door into the wind and fog that was late February in San Francisco. The woman—Lynn—walked out beside him. A queen wrapped in a long white coat.

Maybe she was exactly what he needed. Good healthy sex instead of wishing for another drink and wondering if alcoholism was far away.

Eight months on leave, one hell of a date to celebrate. Nearly a year since the Bloods left a civilian injured and his partner nearly dead. Nearly a year since he slapped his badge onto the captain’s desk after some idiot with a psychology degree declared him unfit for duty. He was unfit while his partner lost the use of both his legs.

With the wind tearing into his jacket, Mateo snuck a look at the Queen of Sheba with her head held high, her profile elegant and perfect, those bright curls ravaged by the wind. Before he could talk himself out of it, he reached out to touch her hair, felt its warm silk against the cold skin of his hands. And was surprised to see confusion in her eyes.

“You sure about this?”

She shrugged, her face lit up by streetlights. Fine bones with gently arching brows, soft brown eyes a man could drown in. Her lips weren’t painted, and in the cold lights of the night, Mateo found himself wondering what they would taste like in the searing wind.

He wasn’t a man who wondered long.

Ignoring the passing cars, he took her arm, spun her around. Gave her a moment to scream or pull away before he fit his mouth over hers for that first taste.

Dark and rich chocolate, pliant and warm.

She pulled back with her hands over his chest, her warm eyes wide and dreamy.

“You sure about this?” His body tightened with pleasant hardness. Before, that brazen show of nonchalance hadn’t done much for him. But her sweet upturned face, her softly parted lips appealed to him more than he would’ve liked.

She’d use him to get back at her ex. He wouldn’t think of the past for a few hours. The way he figured, they were even.

“I’m sure.” Trembling husky voice. She left her hands splayed on his chest, her fingers long and delicate. Mateo pictured them wrapping around his cock and took her mouth again.

Harder this time, until she trembled, moaned softly when she took a breath. He eased away before giving in to the urge to slip his hands under her coat and see what her skin felt like.

“You taste good,” he murmured instead and took her hand in his.

To his surprise she didn’t pull away. “I’m up there.” She tilted her head at a freshly painted five story with bar-covered windows on the first two floors. Through the haze of arousal, the cop in him couldn’t match the student haven on Fullerton Street with the elegant white coat draped over her slim body.

“Last chance to back out.” He was a fool to say the words. She looked determined to go through with it.

Her smile was sweet and somewhat shy. “I told you. I’m sure.”

Bravado now, he could tell by the way she squared her shoulders, kept her spine tall and straight. Her hand still joined in his, her fingers cold and delicate, they went through the metal-trimmed gate to walk up to the second floor. She flipped on her apartment lights to reveal old wicker furniture and empty walls.

“Nice place.” He still couldn’t connect her to it: the seventies décor, the postage-stamp- sized kitchen, couple of brown cardboard boxes shoved along the walls.

“Can I get you anything?” She stood just out of his reach, playing the polite hostess before the next required step.

She didn’t look like the destructive type, yet by all indicators, she expected cold and faceless sex. Except he could sense nerves pumping from her, as if she was afraid, excited. Maybe a little bit of both.

Arousal was a hot fist in his gut. “Come here.”

Those long unpainted fingers inched up towards the light switch.

“Keep the lights on.” He reached for her white coat.


Lynn didn’t know why she was trembling. Surely this wasn’t nerves, not now, not when the awkward part was over. There was no reason to feel nervous with this intense dark-eyed stranger who technically hadn’t even told her his name.

Her pulse fluttered somewhere in her throat when he unbuttoned her coat and with slow movements drew it off her shoulders.

Maybe this wasn’t right. He didn’t act as if he wanted her, but then again, she hadn’t made the most romantic proposition. Maybe he really was some kind of psycho…

“Last chance,” he murmured, still not touching her, his heat enveloping her body.

She watched his face, those dark and intense eyes, those sensual lips that seemed both merciless and sexy. “You’ve already said that.”

He kissed her, hard and raw, and sent her pulse out of control.

“I have condoms.” A breathless whisper. She didn’t want romance, didn’t want shivers or nerves. Except arousal teased at her skin, caressed her with his heat, stroked her between her thighs with light and teasing movements.

“You’re a girl scout.” He still hadn’t touched her, as if giving her that final chance to change her mind and kick him out.

Her pulse roaring in her ears, Lynn reached for the ties of her dress and tried to keep her hands from shaking.

“Hold on.” He moved to stand behind her, the rough skin of his palms gently closing on her wrists. Slow, his hands moved over her bared arms, sliding over trembling skin, drawing her into his body.

Her buttocks pressed against the hard bulge of his cock. The arms that closed around her were strong and taut and clad in leather. He nudged her forward, his scent surrounding her with every step. She reached the tiled bar with him behind her, braced her forearms on the cool hard surface and fought for some semblance of control.

“Bedroom.” She hadn’t intended for her voice to come out breathless. More shivers tap-danced up her spine.

His breath was hot against the sensitive shell of her ear. “Not just yet.”

The long length of his body trapped her against the bar, those blunt hard fingers once again moving over her arms, traveling lower with exquisite slowness, brushing the sides of suddenly aching, swelling breasts.

“Where do you like to be touched?” Low intimate voice.

She pressed her hips against him and tried to stop herself from shivering again. “Surprise me.”

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  1. Lucky you, Cecile!!! I really liked the excerpt :)

  2. Good Morn'en Cecile, and what a story to wake up to! Hot stuff in the morning...my hubbie will love you for this post. I need to wake him up...Hooooooooooot Stuff...wait a min. need to take a breath...
    OK did you really sit down with this guy? Lucky you!! Next time take me with. I think I need to get this book asap.

  3. Host!!! Hey honey! Thank you thank you thank!!! He was something else, let me tell you! He is a man of very few words! So everyone was like a treasured jewel.

    Jes!!!!!! Hey sisisisis!!!!! Thanks for coming by! I am so glad to see you at the Lair! Oh honey, this man... whew......... Hubby will be thanking me huh, lmbo... tell him I will have that lasagna! =)
    Make sure to stick around honey, I have two more interviews with **Cough** some dangerous men!! Hugs to you honey!

    Chris! Morning to you!!! LMBO!! Jes is too funny!

  4. Very nice interview Cecile.
    You have been very lucky getting to interview these hot men.
    He left me intrigued,must put book on list to buy :)
    Great excerpt too.

    Now...**looks around,hand on hip**
    Caleb,Max,Jack,Luke? Where are these guys...hmmmm..Cecile must have them tied up.......working out back..
    **shouts**I need my morning Mimosa :)

  5. Oh my! That sounds like a challenge there at the end... you just gonna let that lay Ms. Slutty Hussy? Or do you respect a taken man? ;)

    I know, personally, I can NOT ignore a challenge....
    *glances down Mateo's hard body*

    Hum.... where's my x-ray vision when I need it? Well, lasers will do...

    *fumbles in her purse and mumbles* ... can't find anything in here...

  6. Love those, and love the photos even more *sighs* mmm, oh I was still here, I thought I was daydreaming about hunky men

  7. elaing8!! Hey honey! Glad you could make it this morning. Oh hon, you have no idea how lucky I am to get my hands on these men!!! They are all soo delicious! But you know I like to surround myself with hot men!!

    Sweet!! Hey girle girl!! I am so glad that you could make it over today! Oh there was a challenge... but a taken man is a taken man.. Unless the rules are to okay to share.... Then... I can play.

    Blodeuedd!! Hey honey! I am so glad you got to make it today!! Thank you thank you thank you! You know I aim to please you ladies!!!

  8. Caleb & Max (aka Java)March 9, 2010 at 9:22 AM

    Caleb ~ Morning ladies! I hope you are enjoying the new tribal members and are treating them right.... Elaing....

    Hands Elaing her Mimosa. How you been babe?!

    Sweet... Now no using lasers... Come'on... Be sweet! Ha!

    Max (Java Man) ~ Sweet hon, here is your Java, just the way you like it! **big smile on his face*

    Caleb ~ Sweet, what on earth did you do to this man??

  9. Caleb, I think HE *slides a sultry glance to Max* is slightly smitten. He's learned to like them hot with a bite!
    Well, sometimes I let him bite too... *Gives Caleb a knowing grin and flicks the small leather whip at her hip*
    You, on the other hand, play much different games. *lowers he lashes and sighs*

  10. Mateo! Yummy!!!

    Cecile this was sinfully delicious!

    OMG Jes was here before me? Hey, you two playing around without me? Fine, I'm going to find Bran and go sit in the corner.

    Just like a big sister and the youngest sister leaving the middle sister out! :-(



  11. Houston ~ OH young lady, stop your pouting!! LMBO!!!
    And let me tell you, Mateo is alll kinda yummy!!! Thanks for coming over honey, it means the world to me! =)
    And you can go sit in the corner with Bran.... Caleb will bring you two your drinks!! LMBO!!!

  12. Caleb ~ Sweet, hon... watch those wicked games you play.... **Evil laughter escapes his luscious lips**

    Max ~ **Glaring down Caleb** Back off dude...

    Caleb ~ **Hands in the air** Dude, calm down.. We share here ***naughty twinkle in his eye** Just ask Smutty Cecile, you will see.

  13. *places a soothing hand on Max*

    Hush darlink... you know I choose to only dominate you - my up all night Java man... *purr*

  14. Great interview Cecile - sooo sexy! Love the excerpt too!

  15. Hi cecile, Mateo sounds so very much like my kind a guy *fans self* You must've had a blast meeting Mateo *wink* I'm going back to read me a hot little excerpt *grin*

  16. **gives Max a dirty look** Watch it buddy **rubs back of Caleb's hand** be nice.

    Sweet take care of your man..I'll take care of Caleb**wink**

    **finishes drink** Caleb honey I need another drink..maybe make me what Mateo was having :D
    Then you can come dance with me :D

  17. *Finishing up his stoli*
    Good to meet you, Ladies. Cecile was a perfect lady - even if she did blush a few times. *Slight and evil grin*

    I'll be back in a little bit, but my buddies here can keep you out of trouble for a while.

  18. Fanning myself here...

    MMMM me wants a drink, a strong one after this! Great interview and that excerpt... another one for the neverending list!

    Need another drink, is it hot in here??

  19. Whew! Cecile, honey, you sure know how to distract me with your hot men! Verra nice one on one :) Thanks for the fun!!

  20. Ms C - you should interview Mateo and Bran! I'd love to see Bran come to life as a sex ROCK STAR!

    Hint hint hint!
    write write write!

  21. Sweet... I do think you have Java man smitten... You better watch yourself though... His bite is worst than his bite. (I have the mark to prove that one... In a very delicious way, evil grin)

    Patti!! Hey honey, thanks for coming over!!! Thank you! I am glad that you enjoyed it!

    Leontine, hey honey! I am glad that you made it, I have missed you! Hugs to you hon!!! Ohhhh Mateo is your kind of man!! He is tall, dark, handsome, rough... and freaking hot! Oh did I mention he was a Sex on a Stick man.. Oh yea!!

    Mateo Rivera, honey... Thanks for the kind words... You are the devil, you know that...lol!

    Marissa!! Hey honey, I am glad that you could make it to this party!!! Fanning yourself... OH yea... Girl I wanted to sit on a block of ice while talking to this man!!! And I wanted more than a drink when I was done, lmbo!

    Janna!!Hey honey! Thanks for defending me over at Hawk's! I will be good over I promise! *Evil twinkle in eyes* Honey, distraction is my first name, lmbo! But isn't he just freaking delicious!!!

    Houston A.W. Knight! You are relentless, lmbo!! I know I know.. I will write I promise I promise!!! =)

  22. Caleb ~ Sweet... I know all too well... **looks over at Max** What, I do dude. Just stating the facts. I love to burn his ass!!!

    Max ~ Elaing, what did I do?? Why you giving me those dirty looks? You know I can take those looks right off and give you another look...

    Caleb ~ Dude... you are too much, lmbo!!! Sure thing hon... One Caleb twist coming up for you..
    Dance you say.... I would like to... Give me a minute...

    Max ~ *puts he best sexy voice on, he is trying to turn up the heat On Caleb* Ladies... what can we do for you this afternoon....

  23. Cecile you are a very lucky lady all these hawt men you get to keep meeting! I've been wanting this one and that interview and excerpt just added to my need for more Mateo ;)

  24. Tricia!!! Hey honey!!! Thanks for coming over! Girl, let me tell you... Being surrounded with these men... is something hot.... something... delicious... and yummy... and I feel like I have dessert all the time... OH I can not wait to see what you think of Mateo!!!

  25. Great excerpt Cecile!

    Hope you're having a great blogoversary!

    Dottie :)

  26. Thanks for coming over Dottie! I am glad that you enjoyed it. Ms. Fiona is a very talented woman!


I want to thank you for stopping by my place... I hope to see you again!!
I hope you enjoy my little bloggie home as much as I do!
With hugs, love and smiles... Cecile

My Fictional Smutty Boyfriend.... =)