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My Special kind of sexy ~ A Ghost? #MSS186 #MFRWAuthor

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday Week 186, where authors tease you with seven sentences or paragraphs from their sexy stories!

This week’s theme is My Special Kind of Sexy: “Have you ever met someone who exudes a special kind of sexy? It may not be overt, it may be so understated that it takes a while to realize just how sexy this person is.”

For today’s excerpt, we’ve reached back in time – not just to our backlist, but to a different century. We thought perhaps an Edwardian era ghost might fit this description…

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A tender ghost story and a sizzling erotic romance with a splash of BDSM, Mistress of Purgatory Point is also the deeply moving chronicle of the mid-life sexual awakening of a stoic widow who thought she’d already experienced her one allotted love. One man, two women and two ghosts keep love’s fires burning through the deep chill of a North Woods winter—but which love will hold the key?

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EXCERPT

Here is Martha’s first encounter with the ghosts…

Martha closed her eyes and welcomed the drifting sensations of dozing.

He’d have strong hands. She’d have soft hands. Dan’s fingers. Natalie’s fingers. As if from a distance, Martha recognized her own soft moans. Her loins ached. It was an old ache, yet a familiar ache.

Her nipples pebbled and strained against the flannel gown. Fingers brushed against her inner thigh. She squeezed her legs tightly together, trapping them.

Whose fingers? Hers? His? Natalie’s? She was dreaming. She knew she was. She had to be dreaming. She let herself sink farther into the darkness.

“That a girl,” came a soothing whisper penetrating her fuzzy brain. “You’re a passionate woman. Let it out. Cherish your passion. Let me help. Let me touch you.”

“Natalie?” Martha whispered, unable to awaken.

A soft chuckle answered. “Not this time. Maybe later if you allow yourself. Now let me help you.”

The pressure of fingertips on her thigh matched the pressure building behind her loins. Her brow furrowed as another set of fingers caressed her taut nipples still protected by flannel. “Oh,” she moaned. She tensed and then relaxed. The fingers on her thigh slid upward to where she burned the hottest.

Martha bit down on her lower lip as a finger seeking more heat found it. She gasped and lurched up and down, helping to seat the intruder in her sex. “This can’t be happening,” she moaned, widening her thighs.

“But it is. You’re not pretending it isn’t, are you?”

Martha hesitated. The finger stopped its exploring. She shook her head in response to the question and to her overwhelming desire. She wasn’t even certain what she wanted, but she wanted with her entire body.

A mouth settled over the flannel that covered a breast. “Good God,” Martha whimpered. She heard laughter, and then the magic emanating from her vagina overtook her. The finger deep inside moved incessantly. Martha shook. She didn’t know which would explode first, her head or her loins.

“God help me!” she screamed as her need, fulfilled, overflowed.

Exhausted, Martha shook herself awake. Her dream had been as vivid as a nightmare, but she wouldn’t deceive herself labeling it as such. It had been too incredible for that. She hugged herself trying to quiet her still trembling flesh.

She’d orgasmed before, but…She threw an arm across her forehead. This one had been so explosive. So simple, and yet overwhelmingly complex. She shook her head. Since when had she become an analyst of orgasms?

Her nipples still tingled. Tentatively, she brushed a hand against a breast. Her eyes flew wide open and she started to a sitting position. The flannel covering her breast was sodden. She slid a hand between her legs. Wet. “Good grief,” she murmured to the night, “what is happening to me?”

 

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#Boomers and Hobbies #MFRWAuthor #Health

Welcome to Week Six of the MFRW 52-Week Blog Challenge! This week’s topic is My hobbies (when I’m not writing).

By now if you follow us at all, you know we’re baby boomers, so it should come as no surprise that staying healthy tops the list of anything we get involved in. (Photo – biking in Palo Duro Canyon, Texas).

With any luck, I might need this body another three decades, and I’d like to be able to enjoy it! Our health, our hobbies, and our writing form the proverbial three-legged stool upon which everything else depends.

That may sound way too serious, but don’t worry, our first criterion for selecting a hobby is pleasure! If we don’t enjoy it, we’re not likely to keep at it, no matter how much it might be good for us  🙂 . Beyond being pleasurable, we hope it contributes to our health in some fashion, but even if it doesn’t, a major criterion is that it not be harmful.

Most of our hobbies involve physical activity: hiking, bicycle riding, dancing (ballroom and country/western), walking, mini golf, and golf (Mr. Kraft is a regular, I’ve just started lessons). We thrive on being outdoors, traveling, taking in new events and new scenes, any time the opportunity arises. (on the right, Hecata Lighthouse, Oregon coast; on the left, hiking in Sedona, Arizona).

We both have a few sedentary hobbies – as long as our bodies stay healthy, we’d like to have a brain to go with them, and there’s Alzheimer’s in my family tree, so I’m probably overly sensitive on this issue.

In addition to reading (goes without saying – we’re writers!), both of us enjoy several word games – scrabble, crossword puzzles, the WordStreak App and the WordBrain App among them. I might be addicted to Sudoku. I take on the challenging ones and have to limit myself to one a day or I’ll get nothing else done!

And where does writing fit in? We started writing erotic romance together as a hobby to keep our own juices flowing and follow the use it or lose it dictum. I’ll spare you the details about how our writing feeds our personal life (TMI and all that…) – let’s just say we hope it does the same for our readers!

We blog about health issues from time to time and are always looking for authors and readers to interview about their health stories – leave us a comment if you’d like to be on our guest list!

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Just Dreamin’ #MysexySaturday #MFRWauthor

rose colored dreamsRun for the Roses – A whirlwind weekend of high-end horse racing and sexy swing parties. Anyone can dream on Derby Day!

Sometimes “good ole’ fashioned sexy” isn’t about hot and heavy, it’s about keeping the dreams and adventures alive with that special someone.

EXCERPT

“What do you dream about at this point in our lives?” Jen asked. “It’s not like we haven’t fulfilled many of our dreams already. After all, I did entice you into discovering me.”

Laughing, Brett nodded in agreement. “That you did. Lucky me.”

“Lucky me.”

“So what do you dream about? What do you want us to dream about?”

“It’s funny.” Jen paused. “When I look at the broad picture—what you and I have, what we do, how we’re living our lives—there’s really nothing I’d add. I love our life. I’m not sure when I was in my twenties I ever even dreamed life could be this good—especially that it would be so full and satisfying in our mid fifties. I don’t know, maybe I thought we’d shrivel up or something. I know I didn’t think about having so much sex in our lives, or sharing it with other partners. I think I believed sex would stop by the time we were forty, if not sooner.”

“Thank God that expectation failed.”

“Yes, but it took both of us to move beyond the scripts we were given as kids. And we’ve done great—but I don’t want to stop dreaming.” She shuddered. “I think if we stop dreaming, it may be over. The inevitable will happen someday, but that day may be further off if we continue chasing dreams, old ones and new ones.”

“That’ll work for me, if it works for you.”

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Brett and Jen join their horse-trainer friends at the Kentucky Derby for a whirlwind weekend of races and sexy swing parties. Perhaps a Derby win is out of reach – but what are the dreams that matter for them? It doesn’t cost anything to keep on dreaming.

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