Polo! Game of Kings

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Recently, I attended my first polo match. It was so much fun! Who knew how thrilling it could be to watch a bunch of men chase after a little ball? Well, it was the horses that made it different, I have to say.

Great care is taken in the rules to keep the horses safe. But even though each period (called a chukka) of the game lasts only 7 minutes, they do a lot of running. If you participate in a match, you must bring at least 2 horses for a game of 6 chukkas (4-8 chukkas are allowed), and 3 horses is preferable.

There are 4 players on each team, although the players can be rotated out during the breaks between chukkas.

This was one of my favorite parts. At the half, the spectators are asked to go onto the field and repair the divots. Divots are clumps of earth dislodged by the horses. The resulting holes in the turf can be dangerous for both horses and players. Here they are:

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Here they are in all their glory – click on link:

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The ref was a woman! 🙂

I haven’t written a story featuring polo yet, but I intend to.

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Baby, It’s Cold Outside

skiers modified While I was driving my three kids through a winter blizzard to a ski race in Vermont, my traveling husband was dining at the Fort Lauderdale airport with a porn star.

Ha! Got your attention? I want that line to be the start of a novel some day, but it happens to also be the truth.

If you live in New England, you need to love the snow and the way to love it is to get outdoors and enjoy all the fun winter sports. Hence, in my family, we are all skiers, and part of that is being on ski teams. You attend the races, whether it’s snowing or 16 degrees below zero or whatever.

But you want to hear about the porn star, right? Okay, this is hubby’s story and I’m in no position to dispute it. This woman had been swanning around the Fort Lauderdale airport, and hubby said hordes of men were flocking behind her. (Really? Have you guys no dignity at all?) She was dressed in denim short shorts, a red tank top and high heels.

My husband went into a restaurant to eat lunch, and was joined by a stranger (a man) because the restaurant was very crowded. They chatted while eating, and then the porn star appeared, getting in line at the counter to get her meal. This stranger went right up to her and invited her back to their table (since she wasn’t going to find a seat in the packed restaurant, ahem). So they all ate lunch together. Hubby said she told them about how her family (somewhere in Asia) disapproved of her livelihood. But she seemed happy. The truth is, he often finds himself in odd situations with strangers, so none of this surprises me.

Also, I have the better story since I was flashed by a kilt-wearing Scotsman at Oktoberfest in Austria. So now I DO know what they wear under that kilt. And I tell all in The Naked Male Tour of Austria.

We’re all here to talk about romances between snowbound couples. What could be more romantic with the right person? A cozy fire, no interruptions, and lots of time to play. This is exactly what happens in my novella, Baby, It’s Cold Outside. Of course, it’s not all smooth sailing.

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Blurb: Jenna entices the man of her dreams into providing a haven for the weekend during a New York City blizzard. Her tools are her flirting skills dressed up with a bit of deception. She needs to make amends for the great wrong she did to him five years ago. Sex on the side would be a huge bonus.

Though he’s never met her before, Grant is immediately drawn to this blizzard-bopping beach babe. He’ll do her, but he doesn’t do deception. He thinks he’s spotted her minor trickery, but the big secret that blew up his life is waiting in the wings…

And things are about to heat up.

Excerpt: Jenna frowned at Grant over the fragrantly steaming mug. “What’s in this, anyway?”

“Amaretto, Kahlua, hot milk and a little bit of the devil’s magic.” Grant gave her an exaggerated leer. “So I can have my wicked way with you.”

“I don’t doubt the bit about the devil’s magic,” she said tartly. “Your reputation precedes you.”

“So suspicious.” He leaned over and licked a spot of whipped cream out of the corner of her mouth. His blue eyes stared into hers as he withdrew his tongue back into his mouth. “Mmmm.” He licked his lips and leaned down again. “Open your mouth just a little so I can get that last bit,” he murmured.

Helplessly, still held by his gaze, she complied.

His warm tongue slid into her mouth.

Mmmmmm. Better than she’d ever imagined. Despite her resolve to maintain her distance, she fell into the kiss. Hard.

He tasted of the same delicious drink she was already enjoying. But he was even hotter. He brought his lips down on hers and sucked her tongue into his mouth. He was gentle, but insistent, as he delved into her mouth, and explored freely. When she moved toward him, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. She pressed against him, rubbing her breasts against him.

He groaned, deep in his chest. The sound electrified her. She grabbed his hair to hold his head for more kisses. Then she opened her mouth wider and wider, wanting more of him inside her. Their tongues dueled, his strong and sure, hers desperate. She could not get enough.

God, she was crazed with the need to have more of him. More of his hot scent of fire smoothed by brandy, more of his mouth, heat tasting of brandy, and more of his hard body that he’d shifted so that he leaned over her. He pressed her down into the embrace of the sofa and she yielded. She wanted more of his weight on her, more of his hands, more of everything.

But, Kate’s words still rang in her ears. Make him work for you.

She pulled back from his mouth, gasping.

“No,” he said. He lifted his head, his eyes scorching her. “I want more.” He latched onto her mouth again. His hands roamed up and down her back and then began to ease around to her front. Oh, she wanted him to touch her breasts, so badly. She whimpered.

And leaned away from him.

He raised his head again. His eyes were as blue as the gleam in the heart of the fire. “You gonna keep pulling away from me?”

“I—I don’t know.”

“What the hell does that mean?” He sat up, running his hands through his hair, as if he might clear up his thinking.

“It’s too much, isn’t it?”

“You’re asking me? I sure as hell don’t think so.”         ♥    ♥

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Hot Encounter – Red Riding Hood

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Excerpt: Even as Red Riding Hood approached the darkest part of the woods, where tall pine trees blocked the sun, and the flowers disappeared, and the path faded to a black snarl lined by brooding ferns, still, she remained merry.

Granny was waiting for her goodies, the delicious treats that Red and her mama had baked at dawn. The scents of chocolate and vanilla teased Red’s nose, providing a pleasant counterpoint to the dark, pungent smell of the inner forest. Granny would ask her if she’d made any progress in finding a boy for her eighteenth birthday. Then she’d tell tales of her own misspent youth, leaving out the interesting parts.

Despite the missing parts, Red still enjoyed their talks.

A movement startled her, as a pair of keen gray eyes flashed unexpectedly in the gloom of the forest. She clutched her basket, aware suddenly that she was all alone and a tall man she didn’t know was leaning against one of the few oak trees that had managed to establish its dominance in this northern evergreen forest. Even more alarming, the man’s eyes were caressing her in a bold manner that the boys from the village would never attempt. (Her father would speak to them sharply if they did.)

“Little Red,” he said, in a deep voice that woke up the forest, and buzzed over her skin.

Her skips faltered, and then stopped altogether, as if his voice alone had thrown a barrier across the path.

“Good morning,” she managed. She was always polite. (Her mother had raised her that way and besides, her life was such that good manners were easy.)

He smiled, and the smile spread warmth over her, as if she were suddenly standing in sunshine on a bright summer day, rather than in the middle of a dark forest. A few rays of real sunshine suddenly sparkled in the dark green rooftop above her, like hidden gold coins among the dense leaves.

She stepped closer to the man. “Who are you?”

“Are you traveling to grandma’s house?” he asked, still with that lazy smile.

“Yes.”

“Then I am the big, bad wolf,” he declared. “Surely you’ve heard of me?”

She nodded, suddenly alert, but for some reason, not afraid. “Every girl knows your tale.”

He straightened casually and stepped away from the tree. “Then you’ve been warned,” he said. “Let’s move on from the nursery tale.”

“Move on?” She clutched her basket, but her heart thudded with delight. He smelled like fire looked – hot and sparkling and blazing with heat and hope. She sucked in a deep breath of wonder.

Wolf’s arm reached out and snagged her waist. “You’ll give me a kiss, won’t you? A kiss is nothing new to you, I’m sure.”

She giggled. “I don’t kiss and tell, naughty wolf.”

“That’s good.” He pulled her closer, his touch gentle. “You’ll never want to tell what we do together.”      

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Morning After – Eclipse of the Heart

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Blurb: Amanda Thompson is offered her dream job as a junior executive at a Manhattan venture firm. The terms are a little vague, but she has a seriously ill sister to provide for, and her new boss is a seriously attractive man. Failure is not an option, so she’ll keep her eye on the prize, and her heart and body out of the mix…despite the boss’s overly personal interest in her.

Logan Winter is a hard-driving business tycoon who likes his sex life hot and his emotional life cold. His new high-end call girl is a little different from the ordinary bimbos who fill the role. That’s okay, since he’s ready for different. Even discovering the mistake that’s been made is okay, because he knows how to get what he wants…and he wants Amanda.

Excerpt: Logan slid away from Amanda on the king-sized bed. The movement was automatic, a habit of necessity. Women liked to cling, and he couldn’t bear it.

In a few minutes, he would try to take her again. But for now, he needed his own space.

“Is something wrong?” Her clear voice pierced the dark silence of his bedroom.

“No.” He closed his eyes, knowing he was shutting her out completely, but helpless to change his behavior. “Give me a few minutes.”

She moved. He heard the whisper of her body on the sheet.

“I need to go,” she said, her voice low.

He would never ask a woman to stay. But—”I want you again,” he said. He almost reached out a hand.

But, no. He couldn’t do it. Emotions were poisonous.

She sat up. “I can’t stay.”

He heard the uncertainty in her voice, and understood it. She needed reassurance. Hugs and kisses would be best, but that wasn’t his style.

He turned on his side and propped himself up on an elbow. “We still haven’t done slow and easy,” he said.

She gave a muffled giggle. “I bet you’ve never done slow and easy.”

He smiled, though he knew she couldn’t see it in the dark. “Now that’s a challenge. Just what I like.”

Suddenly, his need for her was greater than his need for separateness. He reached across the gulf between them.

“Let me show you,” he said.

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The Billionaire’s Mistress

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4.5 star Review from Romance Junkies! …Carly Carson has penned a delightfully sensuous and seductive romance that is perfect for your summer beach bag.

Blurb: To save her sister, a sexy businesswoman accepts a mysterious, high-paying job with a hot business tycoon, but he thinks he’s hired a new mistress.

Excerpt: “This is my hotel room,” Amanda said. She frowned at her new boss, who stood sideways to her, his broad shoulder propped against the cream and gold striped wallpaper lining the penthouse corridor in Chicago’s Dover Hotel.

“It’s a suite,” Logan said, his deep voice feathering over the back of her neck.

She fought back a shiver. She should have worn something more protective. Kevlar. A burka.

The light on the doorknob flashed red.

“Allow me.” Logan plucked the card out of her hand and gently inserted it. The little green light flashed in invitation.

“Stupid key thinks this is your room, too,” Amanda muttered.

Logan turned the handle and pushed the door open. “This is my suite also.”

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O Christmas Tree…Falling Down on Me!

iPhone Image 1BD965Our goal for the Christmas tree is to have it stand up straight, be beautiful and look festive. Its goal is to fall over dead.

The first time we had a tree fall over it happened in the middle of the night. The good news is it fell over on the night of Christmas Day, so we’d already had the gift opening on Christmas morning. The bad news is that it fell onto a hardwood floor. We lost many fragile, sentimentally valuable ornaments. The scary news is that it keeled over in the middle of the night, breaking said ornaments, and no one heard a thing. We woke up the next day to find it lying on its side in the midst of brightly colored, shattered glass.

We thought that was an isolated happening. But the next tree that fell over did so before Christmas Day. Luckily, we’d placed this tree on a carpet so the ornament damage was minimal.

The third tree fell over last night, minutes after we finished decorating it. We were all sitting there enjoying it. It really is a beautiful tree. When, slowly and majestically, it fell to the ground. We had a brand new tree stand. A big one. It stuck with the tree all right. And all the water that had been in the stand spilled onto the carpet.  Luckily, we keep a big plastic tarp under the tree but it did spill onto the red felt tree skirt that I keep on top of the plastic. So dh pulled the tree up and I held it while hollering for someone to get towels to mop up the water before the red felt stained everything.

The first comment was from my husband. “At least we’re here to deal with it,” he said. “That was good luck.”

“Nothing says luck like the Christmas tree falling over,” said kid #2.

Kid #3 retreated to the corner to be upset. Kid #2 raced out of the room toward the stairs. Kid #1, bless her, went for towels to wipe up the mess. When #2 returned, I said, “Where did you go?”

“I had to post an update on Facebook,” she answered. What, it’s not real until it’s on Facebook?

Youngest dd had been taking pictures of the tree trimming for her photography class. After the tree was upright again, one of the kids said, “You should have taken a picture of the tree on the floor.”

“That’s all right,” she responded. “I’ll get it next time.”

Well, we had a few broken lights and ornaments, but it wasn’t too bad. We had some laughs.

So then dh wired it to the wall (which he’d said he would do earlier and has done before).

It’s still a beautiful tree. Merry Christmas to all.

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Baby, It’s Cold Outside

skiersWhile I was driving my three kids through a winter blizzard to a ski race in Vermont, my traveling husband was dining at the Fort Lauderdale airport with a porn star.

Ha! Got your attention? I want that line to be the start of a novel some day, but it happens to also be the truth.

If you live in New England, you need to love the snow and the way to love it is to get outdoors and enjoy all the fun winter sports. Hence, in my family, we are all skiers, and part of that is being on ski teams. You attend the races, whether it’s snowing or 16 degrees below zero or whatever.

But you want to hear about the porn star, right? Okay, this is hubby’s story and I’m in no position to dispute it. This woman had been swanning around the Fort Lauderdale airport, and hubby said hordes of men were flocking behind her. (Really? Have you guys no dignity at all?) She was dressed in denim short shorts, a red tank top and high heels.

My husband went into a restaurant to eat lunch, and was joined by a stranger (a man) because the restaurant was very crowded. They chatted while eating, and then the porn star appeared, getting in line at the counter to get her meal. This stranger went right up to her and invited her back to their table (since she wasn’t going to find a seat in the packed restaurant, ahem). So they all ate lunch together. Hubby said she told them about how her family (somewhere in Asia) disapproved of her livelihood. But she seemed happy. The truth is, he often finds himself in odd situations with strangers, so none of this surprises me.

Also, I have the better story since I was flashed by a kilt-wearing Scotsman at Oktoberfest in Austria. So now I DO know what they wear under that kilt. And I tell all in The Naked Male Tour of Austria.

We’re all here to talk about romances between snowbound couples. What could be more romantic with the right person? A cozy fire, no interruptions, and lots of time to play. This is exactly what happens in my novella, Baby, It’s Cold Outside. Of course, it’s not all smooth sailing.

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Jenna entices the man of her dreams into providing a haven for the weekend during a New York City blizzard. Her tools are her flirting skills dressed up with a bit of deception. She needs to make amends for the great wrong she did to him five years ago. Tricking him into having sex would only add to that wrong.

Though he’s never met Jenna before, Grant is immediately drawn to this blizzard-bopping beach babe. He’ll do her, but he doesn’t do deception. He thinks he’s spotted her minor trickery, but the big secret that blew up his life is waiting in the wings…

And things are about to heat up.

Excerpt:

Grant watched Jenna shiver, despite the heat of the blaze that scorched his back. He didn’t know why she wasn’t warming up more quickly. Between the fire and the smoking hot woman in front of him, he might have to venture out into the blizzard himself to cool down. His stupid, clueless body didn’t care how lame her story was.

“How long have you known my sister?” His family was a subject that could kill his libido if anything could.

“Several years. I met Kate when I first moved to Florida. Recently, I took one of the classes she teaches at the community center.”

He nodded neutrally. He didn’t care about the damn classes.

“You shouldn’t blame Kate for anything I do,” Jenna added. “She doesn’t think I should be let out after dark without a keeper.”

Grant eyed her bedraggled state. “She might have a point—”

“Hey! I did not pop out of a cake! I am not your singing birthday telegram! So you can just stop eyeing me like I’m your playmate du jour.” She bolted upright and her feet hit the floor.

“Calm down.” He moved after her as she stood, and caught her arm. He was a little appalled at the sense of dismay that had whipped through him when she started to leave. “You can’t go. There’s a terrible storm out there.”

“I came in from that storm, and I can go right back out in it. I’m every bit as tough as I look.”

He couldn’t help laughing. “You don’t look tough at all.” Long, golden brown hair, curling a bit now that it was drying. Big brown eyes that managed to look both uncertain and inviting at the same time. And lips as full as Cupid’s arched bow. Just waiting to strike and slay a man.

She wrenched her arm from his hand. “And don’t patronize me.”

He held up a hand and pantomimed wiping the smile off his face. “Okay then. You are tougher than that ten line algorithm I’ve been working on over there.” He jerked his head towards his computer. “Lord knows it doesn’t talk back like you do.”

She stifled a giggle.

But he didn’t feel like laughing any more. Her arm had still been cold and, when he considered the state of her clothes, he couldn’t be surprised.

“There won’t be any cabs out there, anyway,” he reminded her.

“I got a cab to come here.” She edged away from him.

He grasped her arm again, surprised at his own determination to keep her. “That cab driver was real anxious to hit the road and get home. He said the only good thing about this weather was that the streets are deserted.”

“There’s the subway.”

“They have problems in bad weather, too. Besides, the way you’re dressed you can’t go anywhere.” His eyes strayed to her tits for the hundredth time since she’d appeared. Though he tried not to be obvious, a woman couldn’t dress like she did and not expect a man to look.

“You could lend me a sweatshirt.”

He eyed her sexy sandals. Aside from their complete inability to protect her from the snow, he damn well knew what the message was. As would any other man who saw her in them. “I can’t help you with your footwear. And a sweatshirt with your bare legs sticking out—” He shook his head. “Not safe for public viewing.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Are you kidding? You must know you have fabulous legs.”

“A leg man, are you?”

“Nope. More of a boobs and butts guy myself. Since you asked.” He couldn’t help grinning at her flustered face. “But I like anything and everything on the right woman.”

“I am not the right woman for—for whatever you might be implying.”

“Don’t be so defensive. You can’t go anywhere ’til you warm up.” He slung his arm around her shoulders. “I’ve got some body heat to share.” He tugged her to his side.

Wow, she smelled good. Snow and roses. A potent combination. Especially when combined with a barely-there outfit, a rack to die for, and those legs.

He tried to inhale discreetly. She was up to something more than what she’d told him. He knew that for a fact. But he’d been holed up in his apartment for days, working like the devil, and he could definitely use a break. Besides, he really couldn’t send her back out into the blizzard.”

He glanced out the window where the snow fell silently out of the dark sky, backlit by the lights of New York City. Its beauty didn’t hide its dangers. She had no money, no warm clothes, and nowhere to go, unless he chose to believe her story about the friend she could call. Which he didn’t.

But, even if she was a liar, what harm could she do him? He might as well take advantage of the opportunity fate had dropped into his lap. So to speak. Because his lap was the part insisting as loudly as possible that Jenna should stay at least until it got some relief.

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Reviews:

“Baby, It’s Cold Outside is hot, hot, hot…perfect for a snowy winter night or ANY night. I read this gem of a book in one sitting! ” (Teri on Amazon)

“This sexy short romance will warm you to your toes. I loved how the reader’s comprehension of the heroine’s initial situation kept changing as the hero discovered more about her. ” (Heather Hiestand on Amazon)

Comments:

Kaci Verdun on said:  My favorite romantic winter activity is iceskating – outside on the frozen pond!
Thanks for the chance to win! I love the winter/snowbound books because the situation always forces two people who are strangers or who don’t get along to comfort and discover each other. Love a good passion in a secluded snowy setting!

harvester5905 on said:

Not really, just staying warm under the covers.

Karina on said:

I still, despite the winter, love to go outside and enjoy the snow :)
thanks for sharing the excerpt!

godan2 on said:  just cuddling under the covers on the couch –

Dovile P. on said:
Lighting candles and cuddling:)
Thank you for the chance!

coletteplumley on said: Downhill skiing, but it’s the cozy fire after the day outdoors that’s the romantic part.

Carly Carson on said:

Hi Everyone, Thanks for stopping by. I had some trouble with my new Disqus comment system and had to finally delete it. Also, I got my link fixed for The Naked Male Tour of Austria blog. Sorry about that.
Kaci, you read my mind. I originally had written an interview with the 2 main characters of Baby, and the heroine had chosen ice-skating on a pond as her favorite! I used to love that as a kid. The hero, like Colette, chose downhill skiing, but he was thinking of picking snowmobiling.

Carly Carson on said:

We have a lot of cuddlers here! I guess it’s because you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t like romance. Dovile, the candles are a nice touch. Karina, I love to see kids playing in the snow and I love how quiet things are when it’s snowing. Godan and Harvester, keep warm under those covers.

Cassandra Hicks on said: Playing in the snow then cuddling up with hot chocolate :)
Thanks for the awesome giveaway!

susan platt on said:

I enjoy snuggling up with a good book!

Carly Carson on said:

Cassandra, my hero makes the heroine a nice hot toddy when they get snowbound. lol. A little more than a hot chocolate, though I personally would prefer the hot chocolate.
Susan, nothing better than a good book. The romance of a great story is awesome.

kimberly holgate on said: going away on a ski holiday withn my husband

arly Carson on said:

Kimberly, a ski holiday is very romantic! Hope you’re planning one soon.

Krista on said:

Nothing exciting. I hate the cold so I mostly drink hot chocolate and snuggle up with a steamy book.
Loved the Scotsman story :D

Carly Carson on said:

Krista, I hope you don’t live in a cold climate. I liked that Scotsman myself. lol

April Holgate (@grapeapril75) on said: My fav winter activity is snuggling!! Very romantic!
Thanks for hopping!

Carly Carson on said:

April, another cuddler. Thanks for stopping by.

bn100 on said:

Nice excerpt. Sitting in front of a fire.

Carly Carson on said:

Thanks. A nice fire features in the story. lol

Marlena Fein on said: Yes, me and my loved one (AKA Kindle) LOVE to snuggle up under the blankets with some hot cocoa and enjoy long, meaningful nights together. :) Thanks so much for taking part in the hop and for the giveaway,

Carly Carson on said:

Marlena, lol, at least the Kindle won’t cheat on you.

June M. on said: When it is cold and snowy, I stay in doors! I fell about 4 years back and totally screwed up my back & hip so I loathe the snow! Now, I just curl up with a blanket and drink, and my kindle an stay were I am safe.

Carly Carson on said:

Sorry about the injury, June. At least the Kindle is not dangerous!

Stephanie on said:

One of my favorite winter memories of me and my husband is after a big blizzard. The next day we went out and played in the snow with our dog and then came inside and drank hot chocolate and cuddled up watching movies.

Carly Carson on said:

Stephanie, I bet the dog loved it too! We have a new puppy and it was so much fun to watch him with his first snow.

Michelle Tucker on said: Hottubbing in the snow…that’s my favorite!

Carly Carson on said: Edit

Hottubbing-excellent! I actually have a short story that takes place in Nantucket featuring a hot tub. (It’s not published.) So many sexy possibilities!

kimmyl on said:

Staying indoors and watching tv with my honey all cuddles up. Loved the post! I can’t wait to read all these new books and meet new authors!!!!!Thanks for the giveaway and can’t wait to see what 2013 brings!!!!!!

Carly Carson on said:

I found some authors I want to read, also. So many great books! Thanks for stopping by, Kimmy!

JanD on said: I don’t like being cold so I stay inside with hot cocoa.

Carly Carson on said:

Jan, you’re in good company here. We have a lot of people here who like their hot cocoa a lot more than they like the snow!

Nancy S on said:

My favorite winter activity is calendar watching, you know counting the days until it gets warm again.

Nancy S on said:

Forgot to ask: Do I have to go to Austria to get flashed by a kilt wearing Scotsman? I have put that on my bucket list.

Carly Carson on said:

Nancy, lol, well, I’ve only been flashed by a Scotsman in Austria. Never in Scotland. Of course, it was Oktoberfest and the large quantities of beer flowing may have been a factor.

Carly Carson on said:

Hi Everyone, Thanks for visiting my snowbound spot. The winner of the Amazon gift certificate is Colette Plumley. Congratulations, Colette! I’ll be contacting you directly.
To thank you all for participating, I’d like to offer each of you a free copy of Baby, It’s Cold Outside. If you’re interested in receiving one, please let me know either by saying ‘yes’ on your comment, or by using my Contact form. Be sure you let me know what format you prefer. I hope you all had fun on the hop!

Janie McGaugh on said:

The hubby and I cuddle up and watch a nice romantice movie.

 

My Sexy Saturday Snippet-Baby, It’s Cold Outside

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“It’s not my birthday,” he said. Six foot two, eyes of blue started to close the door of his apartment in her face.

“Wait!” Jenna slapped her hand against the moving door. “What are you talking about?”

“Me?” His straight eyebrows rose toward the short, wheat-colored hair that framed his strong, even-featured face. “I’m not the one who appeared out of nowhere all but naked.” He stole another glance at her body. “Aren’t you one of those singing telegrams or something?”

“Telegram? You hear me singing?” She certainly wouldn’t have been able to sing the way her heart was pounding. Neither her distant memories, nor Kate’s pictures did justice to the flesh-and-blood man. Energy and vitality snapped from those vivid blue eyes. A gray t-shirt and worn denim revealed a hard body that bulged in all the right places.

His broad shoulders faced squarely toward her, as he leaned into her personal space. Mr. Hot Stuff wanted to be cool, but his body language betrayed his interest.

“Fine.” He tried to close the door again. “Whatever you’re pitching, I’m not interested. Sorry. I’m working.”

“Stop!” She pushed back once more. “It’s cold out there!” She’d burned all her bridges to get this far. He had to let her in.

Blurb: Jenna entices the man of her dreams into providing a haven for the weekend during a New York City blizzard. Her tools are her flirting skills dressed up with a bit of deception. A blizzard is brewing outside, but it’s nothing compared to the storm heating up inside the apartment.

Grant is immediately drawn to Jenna in her role as blizzard-bopping beach babe. He’ll do her, but he doesn’t do deception. He thinks he’s spotted her minor trickery, but the big secret that blew up his life is waiting in the wings…And there’s only one payback that will satisfy him.

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