A new snippet from _No Sooner Loved_

I am so in love with this story. It's indescribable how much of me I've managed to put inside of the story. It could be the love story of my Beautiful Boy and I. It's not, not really. It's mostly fiction. But it could be. 

So, I've decided to share another snippet. I don't think I need to set this up. I think you can find the context of the scene. Enjoy!

“I never got them,” he said, sounded dejected. “I never heard from you so I thought you didn’t want to see me ever again.”

“That would never happen, Nathan.” She licked her lower lip, watching him. “I thought about you every day, missed you every day.”

His eyes darted up for a quick glance, then back to her hand. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you. God, I’ve missed you.”

“Nathan, I am so sorry.” She couldn’t face him at all, but if she didn’t say this, it would gnaw at her forever. “I said something horrible, something I never meant. God, I’d rather tear my own heart out than hurt you.”

“Justyn, I—”

She whirled away from him, trying to reign in her frustration. “Please, God, please,” she pleaded, her hands balled in fists against her stomach. “Tell me what to do. Tell me how to fix this. Tell me how to make this right. I’m so lost here. Tell me what to do.”

He took her by the shoulders, lifting her gaze to his. His voice betrayed his own agony, his own tears frozen on his lashes. “Justyn, I don’t care how old you are. I don’t care about that at all.”

She touched his cheek and he leaned his head against her palm. “You don’t?”

“No. I just want you. I only want you.”

He bent his head to her, claiming her mouth as he kissed her hard. She threaded her fingers in his hair and kissed him back with abandon. One of his hands crept to the small of her back, the other pressed against her derriere, pulling her tighter against him. Oh my God was the last thing in her mind as she felt the length of his erection, how much he did want her.

 “I can’t,” he gasped, trying to pull away from her. “I can’t do this.”

She held on, not letting go no matter how hard he tried. After a few attempts, he just stopped. “Where do you think you’re going, you beautiful man? I’m not letting you go again.”

“I can’t, my girl, I can’t.”

“Why?” she breathed against his cheek. “Tell me why. You owe me that. God, Nathan, I want you so badly it hurts inside.”

“Because I can’t,” he answered, turning his head away from her. “Justyn…. Shit, Justyn, I’ve never been with a woman. I’m…I’m….”

She let him go, surprised at the admission. “You’ve never made love with a woman? Anyone?”

The pink tinge on his cheeks was quite endearing. “I’m still a virgin, damn it.” With a roll of his eyes, he added, “I’m not gay, damn it. I keep telling you that and I wish you’d finally believe me.”

She swallowed the giggle and took his hands in hers. “I do, my love. I do. It’s just that – you mean to tell me that with all of those girlfriends you’ve had, all those women from your movies that you’ve dated, you’ve never slept with any of them?”

He shook his head, his cheeks still glowing and getting pinker. “Um, no, I never….”

“You’ve never pleasured yourself?”

“Of course I have,” he grumbled. “I know how to do that. I just…I don’t know…how to…to….”

“Well, you know how to fix that, don’t you?” She took him in her arms and raised her face to his. “Besides, it’s not like I have had that many lovers either, you know.”

He frowned at her. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope.” She kissed him softly. “I told you two things about me – the first was that I am very much a one-man-woman.”

Well, there is more to that scene. I guess I better get this done so you can find out what happens next. 


With love,
Siobhan

  

I have returned to the Land of the Lovers

November has flown by and I've had my nose buried in this new book. I started writing it as part of NaNoWriMo -- wonderful site to get you in the groove and get you writing. Worked wonderfully and this new book, No Sooner Loved, is coming along quite nicely.

I've never really been one to do this sort of thing but a friend suggested that a soundtrack would be helpful. I thought, why not. Put my favorite songs on there that would reflect the characters. So, I've put together a list and a dear friend put the list together for me on her Grooveshark account -- I must have one, I think.

If you'd like to listen, just click here. And do tell me what songs you would add. I may just add them to my own list.

I Need To Be in Love, The Carpenters
More To Love, Minnutes
High Wind Blowing, John Denver
You Know It's True, Jules Larson
Thank You, Dido
Smooth Operator, Sade
When He Shines, Sheena Easton
One in a Million, Bosson
Landslide, The Dixie Chicks
I Drove All Night, Roy Orbison (this song is added 2ce by two different artists, for a reason)
Stay the Night, Benjamin Orr
Come Down in Time, Elton John
All I Wanted, Kansas
Fearless, Cyndi Lauper
Spinning, Benjamin Orr
Breaking Up is Hard to Do, Neil Sedaka
Crying, Roy Orbison and K. D. Lang
Come Down in Time, Elton John
Here With Me, Dido
Ho, Hey, The Lumineers
Feels Like Home, Randy Newman
I Drove All Night, Cyndi Lauper
Blue Eyes, Elton John
Hard to Say I'm Sorry, Chicago
Turn Me On, Norah Jones
Mad About You, Belinda Carlisle
Break Every Rule, Tina Turner
We Belong, Pat Benatar
Spirits (Having Flown), The Bee Gees

With love,
Siobhan

No Sooner Loved - a snippet

And so the romance between Justyn and Nathan has come to its first milestone. Here's a small excerpt from my Work In Progress (WIP).

  “There, done. Well, with that chapter, anyway.”

  “May I read it?”

  She looked up at him, slightly startled at the question. “You want to?”

“If it’s all right with you, yes. I know it’s not polished yet but I really would like to. May I?”

  She looked down at her screen, then back at his earnest face. Writing for her was more than just a way to exercise her mind. She used her writing to explore possibilities, play out fantasies that she could never have lived. She used it to work through her problems, sort out her feelings. Not all of her writing was as personal but there was always something in it that was hers and hers alone. To share that meant to cede control to that part of her soul, her mind. For someone who was a control freak to the end, that was a large leap of faith and not one she surrendered willingly to anyone.

  Nathan watched her, waiting with such hope. This would be her moment of truth, the acid test of how she really felt about him. She looked deep into his sapphire blue eyes, searching behind them to find out what kind of man he truly was. He could be polite and charming, erudite and urbane. He shared her interests in music and dancing, classic literature, and romantic movies. He was witty and sexy with a perverse sense of humor, a lovable dork and a very tall child stuck in a man’s body. Could she trust him? Was he serious? Or just playing with her? Old fashioned, he’d said. Not gay, he’d said. He wouldn't sleep with her because he respected her, he’d said. And exactly what the hell did that mean?

  If she pushed, she could drive him away. If she didn't, he might think that she wasn't interested and leave anyway. If she expressed what she was feeling about him, her intense affection, she ran the risk of scaring him – they’d only known each other for one weekend, two weeks ago. But if she didn't, he might think she didn't care.

  It came down to trust. He seemed to know it, too. He watched her, waiting hopefully, his eyes never leaving hers. He had to know what was at stake. The ball was in neither court now, sitting on top of the net. It could fall either way.

More as they come. I hope you're enjoying these snippets. 

With love,
Siobhan

Thor's...No, LOKI'S DAY!

The family, my Beautiful Boy, and I are going out tomorrow night to see Thor: The Dark World. And I know it's Thor's Day and I should be posting a picture of Chris Hemsworth. Maybe tomorrow. Tonight -- my other Beautiful Boy, Tom Hiddleston.

Let's hear it for Team Loki --



Oh he is so sexy like this. The bluest of blue eyes, the hair is the perfect length and blown back, and that goatee. Prrrrr! I wonder if he likes threesomes.

 

 

With love,

Siobhan

 





It's Moon Day, ladies!

I think a full moon is certainly appropriate for the day; don't you?

And a glorious one, they are. If you'll excuse me, I believe someone is waiting for me.

With love,

Siobhan

Nothing like a beautiful man!

Someone sent me this picture in an email and I almost wet myself. I think I've developed a small -- no, make that LARGE -- crush on Ian Somerhalder. I've started watching The Vampire Diaries just so I can stare at him and drool openly. Although, the Beautiful Boy thinks me a bit daft for the crush, he does love the show. See? Everyone wins.

Isn't he beautiful?

He has that look that says, "I want you...right now. Get unclothed before I rip them from your body. And I will have my way with you."

Prrrrr...he can have his way with me anytime. Even the biting.

With love, 

Siobhan

 

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