Meet Valerie Spenser Esquire -- the Lady Lawyer

I thought, perhaps, another snippet from His Man Sunday, this time featuring a bit with the lovely lady lawyer, Val Spenser. I really like her -- she's smart, funny, and the lady is sexy as hell. I think you'll like her too.

Here's a bit from the first time we (and Dave) meet Val. Enjoy!

   She tapped the legal pad with her pencil. “In the meantime, I’m going to find a judge that will grant me these motions.” She pointed to each hand written line as she went over the list. “I’m going to file a discovery motion to have copies of the fingerprint analysis and a copy of the 9-1-1 call to be sent to me post haste. The next motion I’ll file will be for Mr. Rickman to be released on his own recognizance. Now that one might not be granted – technically, Mr. Rickman could be considered a flight risk – but I will give it my best shot. And then, I’ll be filing a motion for Mr. Rickman to be granted bail – and offering to surrender his passport just to prove he’s not going anywhere. I might even get them to place him under house arrest with one of those ankle monitors.”
   “And if the judge doesn’t grant that?” I had a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that none of those would be granted. Maybe I knew that Rick wouldn’t go anywhere but I could understand how a judge might not believe that.
   “Then, I’m filing a motion to have him placed in a minimum security facility. I don’t want him in the general population either.” She leaned forward again. “Has anyone ever told you that you have the most beautiful eyes? It’s like looking into a deep well of cocoa.”
   I blinked. My eyes? She’s noticing my eyes? Now? I wrinkled my brow and leaned forward to join her. It was the damnedest thing – we were supposed to be worried about Rick and here she was hitting on me.
   “Cocoa, huh? With or without whipped cream?”
   “With, of course,” she answered, licking her lips. “I think it only fair to warn you that I have a deep and abiding love for chocolate.”
   I rested my elbows on her desk, sliding closer still. “So do I, as a matter of fact. I know most men don’t, but I do.”
   She mimicked my position, resting one finger against her lips. She teased it with the tip of her tongue as she spoke, tasting something on her skin and the tasting evidently pleased her. “Would you think me terribly slutty if I said that I would love to have my way with you?”
   I felt outclassed, outmanned, and outgunned. “Not if I have my way with you first.”
   She stuck the finger into her mouth up to the first knuckle, her eyes sparkling from mirth and sexual tension. Shit, my cock was getting stiff from just watching her. It was hard to breathe again because I was picturing my dick sliding between those plump, ripe tits to emerge from the other side into her mouth so that she could suck on it at the same time.
   “Well then,” she said, removing the wet finger. “Let’s focus on getting Mr. Rickman out of that hell hole. The sooner we get him released, the sooner I’m going to take you up on that.”


*His Man Sunday is scheduled for release on November 4th through Amazon's Kindle book store. Make sure you get your copy for your Kindle, tablet, computer, or smartphone. And get all three of the stories in the His Man... series (His Man Friday and His Man Saturday)*

With love,
Siobhan

An excerpt from _His Man Sunday_

Just for you, my darlings -- since I haven't posted in a bit.

I hope you'll enjoy this short scene between Rick and Dave. The first hint that there might be trouble in paradise...

   I stepped into the large tub, pulling the curtain around, and turned the spigot on. It wasn't my rain shower at home, but it was nice. The water poured over my skin, washing off the sticky emission of my climax. I was a bit sore from the vehemence of his lovemaking and it itched a little. 'Mine,' he'd kept muttering. What did that mean? I’d gotten the impression that Rick was a playboy at heart – many lovers, never one exclusive. He never kept a woman for long, never gave all of himself to anyone. I never saw him with other men, never got the impression that he was interested in having other male lovers. Or maybe he was just that discreet and I never would. So why was he all that concerned with my having another woman in my bed? And what was this ‘mine, mine’ shit all about?
   I stepped out of the shower and toweled off. I hadn’t thought to bring anything to wear and decided it wasn’t worth it anyway. I wet two washcloths and brought them back into the bedroom. Whatever was going on in his head, Rick needed something. I meant to find out what it was. And then, I meant to heal the hurt inside of him.
   He hadn't moved an inch other than to spread his arms out to his sides. The residue of our lovemaking glistened on his skin but he made no attempt to do anything about it. He was staring at the ceiling, unblinking, his mouth set in a firm line. His chest rose and fell in deep breaths that he held for a long time before releasing them. He looked lost, a condition that I had never seen Rick in and never expected to see. That was not the Rick I knew; this was not my friend. I felt a little lost myself.

*His Man Sunday is scheduled for release on November 4th through Amazon's Kindle book store. Make sure you get your copy for your Kindle, tablet, computer, or smartphone. And get all three of the stories in the His Man... series (His Man Friday and His Man Saturday)*

With love,
Siobhan

Sun Day, Sunday

So, the Beautiful Boy and I decided that we really needed to get out of the house for a while. We took a short drive to visit the ocean today. No, I didn't take the camera with us -- we really didn't have that in mind. We just wanted to take a drive, get outside, enjoy the scenery.

I love Hampton Beach State Park. So beautiful, so peaceful there. Now, believe me when I tell you that this time of the year is not the time to try and go out in that water. It's colder than that old woman's boobs. But it never fails to arouse me in that wonderful way that making love in the water arouses many of us. 

I'm not big on getting a bit on the shore -- that sand creeps into some interesting places, no matter how many precautions you take. And it's not comfy -- especially on the inside. It's sandpaper on the lady bits, thank you. 

But making love in the waves affords an exciting time. Trying to keep your balance if the waves are too rough isn't fun, but the warm water, the waves pushing you together, pulling you apart -- helping him to go deeper inside of you in sympathy to the pounding of the waves. Go out deep enough and no one knows what you're doing, really. They see you standing close together but no one realizes that under the water, his sword is sheathed inside of your scabbard as the waves lend their rocking motion. His hands pressed against my derriere, holding me close. The salt water spraying against us. And that moment when we both explode -- sometimes together, most times apart -- is even more intense. 

Yes, I do love the ocean. Too bad it was so cold out there. Ah well, at least it kept the tourists away today. We found a stand of boulders and...um...

Use your imagination. 

With love,

Siobhan

 

These Dreams Go On When I Close My Eyes....

Do you have fantasies that you play out when you make love? The Beautiful Boy and I do. We have many that we play out and enjoy.

My favorite is the scene from the Sylvia Kristal version of Lady Chatterly's Lover. In the movie, Lady Chatterly is off for a walk and comes across the grounds keeper, Oliver Melors, bathing outside of his small cottage. He takes meticulous care to soap every part of him -- especially between his thighs -- and she watches him, spellbound. It's a very powerful scene, made even more erotic by the fact that the actor playing Melors (Nicholas Clay) is completely nude and not shy about showing his "wee manny". Obviously, the Beautiful Boy and I do NOT do this out of doors, but we do have a spacious shower in our home. I keep hoping that, one day, we can actually play this out in our backyard...at night, when the neighbors are asleep. Maybe...

Beautiful Boy has his favorite too. He's an auto mechanic, working on my car. It's a hot and sweaty day and the coveralls are just driving him insane, scratching at his tender bits. They're making him sweat even harder and that makes it hard to hold on to the tools. So, he sheds the coveralls to work au naturale, to get the work done. He has a deadline that he won't make. Because I arrive to find out what's taking so long with my car.

I was so hoping to be able to drive it home. Whatever shall I do now?

With love,

Siobhan

Val's last name!

Oh my goodness, how could I forget?? Where was my head? Busy writing and basking in the glory of the Indie Romance Convention.

And so, without further ado....

Lady lawyer Val now has a last name. By a very small margin, I might add.

And the winner is....

Say hello to Valerie Spencer, legal consultant and representation for J. R. Rickman Enterprises and for Rick himself. 

Congrats to Fran Swartz for suggesting it and for being the lucky winner when I pulled up the names. And to Erin Faulkner McCain for suggesting the name Val. Both of you will be getting the existing stories and then will automatically receive the new stories as they are published. 

Thank you all! And a new contest coming soon! :-)

With love, 

Siobhan

 

They don't call it "'Tudes Day" for nuthing, you know!

Oh my, that weekend went much too fast. But oh, it was glorious. All of those women in the same place, discussing the glories of writing romance and erotica, stroking the pen with the sexually charged hand that strokes the cock. It was the most amazing experience. My friend, who went with me, was supposed to blog about it -- but neither of us got much of a chance to get to the internet. I hope you can forgive us both.

Beautiful Boy was deep in his element, I tell you. Being tall, well built (yes, there too), and handsome, he got more than a few stares and invitations. Of course, he told them he was mine, but that never stops those who really want something. But then again, he also has model type good looks and the shoulder length auburn hair.  They got plenty of pictures of my beautiful man. I simply stood back and marveled at their good taste.

And so, armed with inspiration and many new ideas, I am back and ready to finish a few stories and a new novel. And then.... Well, we'll see what happens then.

Today's picture is for me, if you will indulge me -- courtesy of Modelspotting (and I do hope you'll go take advantage of their site; they have so many divine pictures). To take me back to my dear men, Rick and Dave, and finish their latest adventure. I hope you'll be reading along with me.

And there he is, so hot and sweaty by the fire. And looks like he's got a hand on the need. Perhaps, he's waiting for Dave to come and address that need. What do you think?

With love,

Siobhan

 

It's Thor's Day!

Seems to me that I've celebrated Thor's Day twice now and never celebrated Thor. Maybe I should do that.

He's got that look that says "she's mine, got something to say about that?" A man who'll fight to the death to defend your honor, keep you safe, and I bet his lovemaking is out of this world. Bet he's got Mjolnir in his pants!

With love,

Siobhan