The Eskimos may have over a hundred words for snow, but that doesn’t even come close to how many words the English language has for “slut”—and Lindsey has been called them all. “Hussy” is Lindsey’s personal favorite, given to her by her own grandmother, who likes to pat her on the hand and whisper, “Don’t worry, dear—a hussy is just a woman with the morals of a man.”
But Lindsey’s not ashamed of her reputation. She knows she’s earned it—and she’s proud of it. After all, you only live once, right? In fact, she goes out of her way to make it known to every guy she comes in contact with, she’s available for the taking—the rougher, the better.
That is until Lindsey meets Lieutenant Zachary Davis, a man who refuses to treat her like the trash she believes she really is.
But can Lindsey change her impulsive ways and learn to value herself the way the Zach does?
Warnings: This title contains graphic language and extreme sexual situations as well as a girl with a slutty attitude bigger than Texas covering a haunted past, and a sweet, hot man in uniform dead set on rescuing her from herself.
Note to Readers: This novel was previously released as “Falling Down.”
“You’re a very pretty girl.”
She shrugged. “Yeah? So?”
He adjusted his white hat, still meeting her eyes. “So you don’t have to do that to get attention.”
Lindsey frowned, snapping her legs together and sitting straight up. “Do what?”
“You know what.”
“What are you all dressed up for—a parade or something?” Lindsey squinted at him and saw he was wearing a name tag: Lieutenant Zachary Davis.
“I’m a recruiter.”
“For what?” Lindsey snorted, looking him up and down. Even the man’s shoes were white! “The Pillsbury Dough Boy?!”
He raised an eyebrow in her direction. “The U.S. Navy.”
“So you’re… what… a sailor?”
“On a nuclear submarine, but yes.” He cocked his head at her. “Do you have any interest in the Navy?”
She rolled her eyes. “Only if we’re at war.”
“Yeah, well… not here we’re not.”
“So what are you interested in…Lindsey?”
He’d obviously been paying attention. She leaned forward, putting her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands. “Sex… Zach.”
“Is that all?”
“No…” She glanced over at the secretary, who was rifling through papers at her desk, but clearly listening to them. “I also like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.”
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If you’re sex positive, you won’t want to miss CatalystCon next year, and you can catch it on the East Coast in the Spring or the West Coast in the Fall.
This year’s West Coast session is just wrapping up in Woodland Hills, CA—I couldn’t go, but the hashtag #ccon gave me a window on the fabulous presentations and conversations.
Here are some of the best tweets. I’ve left some hashtags on so you can follow the topics that interest you.
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Gender and sexuality
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I ended with this last tweet because I am so excited about it – what do you think: Would you like to see sexy, empowered senior sex in adult videos? I’d love to hear specifics about what you’d want to see in senior porn!
Have fun, and Stay Sexy!
Welcome to another round of My Sexy Saturday, where authors offer seven words, sentences, or paragraphs from their work for your entertainment. Be sure to click on the graphic at the bottom of the page and visit the other participants.
Cassie’s hauled her dad’s prize horse from Chicago to Wyoming Downs to give her a win and hopefully return to Chicago with an altitude advantage – but she’s running into trouble, and that trouble is named Clint Travers. Here are today’s seven paragraphs, just after their second highly charged interaction.
Clint eased into his truck to head toward his motel. He would be eating alone again and then going over pedigrees or reading a novel. There were those connected with the track who partied hard every night. He wasn’t one of them. Apparently neither was the redhead.
What would she have done if he’d invited her to dinner? He pressed his lips together tightly. No doubt she would have given him a tongue lashing. Damn, she was a hard woman to get close to.
She had piqued his curiosity. It certainly was unusual to see a woman haul a horse halfway across the country to race. And a damn pretty woman at that. She had to have a lot of guts. He’d give her that.
He was looking forward to the big race. And he was looking forward to seeing how the big city tigress would handle victory or defeat.
He turned his truck toward Evanston. What would she do if he showed up at the café next to her motel around dinner time? It hadn’t been difficult to obtain that information from a secretary in the track office; they needed to know where folks stayed in town in case there was an emergency at the track.
He’d stay away from her, though he liked the way she blushed every time she got her dander up. Which seemed quite often.
Would she have as much fire in bed?
What happens when a fiercely loyal widowed half-Ute cowboy meets a fiery redhead with an Irish temper to match? Cassidy O’Hanlon – Cassie, to her friends – has set aside her Chicago career for six months to train racehorses for her dad after his stroke.
Furious the interloper has shipped in a ringer from the Chicago circuit to his Wyoming turf, Rancher/trainer Clint Travers sets out to put her in her place. Sparks fly immediately, but after their rocky start, the two quickly forge a passionate relationship, and he follows her to Chicago.
When it becomes clear someone is drugging Cassie’s horse, Clint sets out to solve the mystery, but storms off in a cloud of wounded pride when suspicions turn to him.
Can love trump pride?
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