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Saturday, January 12, 2013


Join me for some bull riding excitement from Madison Square Garden in NYC. Some of these pictures are blurry as they are live action shots. My apologies.
In addition to hunky cowboy, here is the real star of bull riding...THE BULL!                                                                             
 This cowboy gets ready to lasso the bull if he gets out of land. One of the safety measures.

 One of four clowns to entertain the audience and, if necessary, distract the bull from stomping and killing the rider. He was hokey, not too funny but he tried.


 They've trying to stay on for  8 seconds. The LONGEST 8 seconds in the world!

One of the stars. He doesn't wear a helmet -- some do. Is he extra brave or stupid? Love his outfit!

The "star" doesn't want to go back to the corral. He likes the roar of the crowd! Even the lure of the clown isn't working.

Ride 'em, Cowboy!

It's blurry but the rider is falling off and the clown is on the move to distract the bull. It looks like the rider may be caught in the rope. A very dangerous situation.

Two clowns on the move to distract the bull.

This bull is no dumb blond.

A close call for this clown!

He's taking his time, soaking up the cheers from the crowd!

Blondie had his moment in the sun, too.

Bull out of control!

 The guys who risk their lives to save the riders, the clowns who distract the bull after the rider falls.

One cowboy substituted a helmet for a soft cowboy hat.

A heart-stopping moment!

A brave rider.

Trying to get the bull out of the ring. Good luck, guys!

The scoreboard.

  Go, Go, Go!

Down he goes, watch for that bull!

All right, all right, I'll go back inside.
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Friday, January 11, 2013


Come enjoy some pictures to ward off the winter blues and read a few fun snippets from the first in this series series:
He stopped when he heard the soft purr of Peter’s voice.
Mac inched his way to the arch leading to the living room and peered into the room, moving
back to remain unseen.
“You’ve been married awhile, Callie. Isn’t it time you took a lover?” Peter asked, sidling up
to her.
Mac held his breath but couldn’t stop watching.
“Oh, but I have a lover, Peter,” she said, holding his gaze.
Mac froze. His stomach knotted.
“Hey, you with the piano! I’m talking to you. Keep playing!”
Peter stopped and started again. Again the voice.
“You’re driving me crazy playing the same thing over and over! Finish it!”
Peter got up and went to the window. About twelve feet away was the window of the house next door. The shade was drawn, but Peter knew the screaming woman was on the other side. “I’m practicing! This isn’t a concert, lady,” Peter hollered back. He sat down again and purposely played the beginning over and over until he heard the window next door shut with a bang. That will shut her up.    ****
When his drink came, he drank it quickly and ordered another, hoping the alcohol would
make Lara disappear. But his fantasies continued…a vision of her naked in his bed, the tops of
her breasts peeking out slightly from the sheet swam in his head. He had it bad.

At the touch of his tongue, Pat opened her lips to him. His tongue caressed hers while he massaged her breast. Feelings long dormant in Pat leapt to life. Desire grew where it had been lacking for years.
“I want to make love to you…” he whispered.
“I want you,” she breathed in his ear, holding his hand to her breast, surrendering to her longing for him. He ripped his T-shirt off over his head. Lara ran her hands through his soft chest hair. She spread her fingers out over his chest, studying his muscles with her fingertips. She smiled.

A bit about the book
BLIND LOVE is a stand-alone book. You don't have to have read the earlier books to understand it.

Can a handsome, charming, womanizing professor win the heart of a temporarily blind ballerina? Love and desire, blackmail and secrets come to Kensington State University. This full length novel is three parts love and passion mixed with one part intrigue, stirred up with a twist of mystery and heated up to three flames.  

Thursday, January 10, 2013


Come enjoy some pictures to ward off the winter blues and read a few fun snippets from the second in this series series:
Unfortunately, when his lovely bed partners discovered he planned to fight in the Middle East, they dropped him. Overseas, he got to know only prostitutes, a group of desperate women doing whatever they needed to for survival. He turned to alcohol and women to deal with the pressure, to dull his senses and escape the horror of reality.

 “What are you teaching?” she asked.
“Freshman English,” he said. “You’re the dean?”
“I split the undergraduate students with Mac Caldwell. My field is biology,” she said, stealing an admiring glance at his chest and shoulders.
Danny thought he would like to study a little biology with her as his gaze traveled over the
length of her...again.

The floodgates on her pent up feelings opened. His hand cradled
her breast. When his fingers closed around it and squeezed gently, she felt a sexual charge flash through her body like lightning.
“I’ll stop whenever you want to,” he whispered in her ear, but Eliza knew she couldn’t stop...didn’t want to.

Danny pushed her down on the bed, kissing her hungrily, before his mouth traveled from her moist lips to her neck and to her breast. His hand moved slowly down over the softness of her belly, then lower.

Together they finished the bottle.
“There was a young girl from France…” Danny said.
“I know that one!” Mac said, picking his head up.
“You do? Good, because I can’t remember the rest.” Danny ran his hand over the stubble on
his jaw.
“Uh, something about ‘pants’ or ‘no pants’…I can’t remember.”
“If she was hot the next line must be ‘no pants’.”

Eliza took Danny’s free hand and they walked out of the hospital so she could take him
home. They arrived to the urgent greetings of Rocky and Blue. She helped him out of his blood soaked robe, and then washed the blood off his chest and back.

A bit about the book - "Danny" is a free-standing book. You don't have to have read the first one to enjoy it. 
Can the newest professor at Kensington State escape his previous life as a killer? Leaving the Army didn't mean the war left him so Capt. Danny Maine, now teaching English, must find a way to lead a normal life. Finding love and rekindling an old friendship are not enough to defeat old demons. Danny Maine fights to free himself from war memories and dangerous men, hoping that a new love and a new Glock will bring him peace. Now and Forever 2, the Book of Danny is a heartfelt story of love, loss and ultimate triumph that will touch your heart.


Wednesday, January 9, 2013


Come enjoy some pictures to ward off the winter blues and read a few fun snippets from the first in this series series:

From Now and Forever 1, a Love Story

Callie awoke at four
a.m. Kyle was scheduled to leave at eight. She put her shyness aside and turned to him, waking him with a passionate kiss, making it clear she wanted one last chance to make love. Kyle rubbed sleep out of his eyes, turned to her and raised his eyebrows."Now?" He asked her. She nodded, running her hand down from his strong chest, her eyes gazing at his body.

Mac got closer to the window. He couldn‘t see her perfectly, but enough to know she wasn‘t familiar. The other students rushing around were in groups, or at least pairs. This young woman was alone. He watched her as she walked toward the administration building, his gaze drawn to the graceful motion of her body, the gentle sway of her hips.
 "Thought you‘d be hungry," Callie said, putting the last of the silver on the kitchen table.
"It‘s only set for one?" Mac questioned. 

"After a long day you probably want to be alone."
"I can‘t let you walk out on such a great meal. Won‘t you join me?" he asked holding out a chair for her at the kitchen table. Callie smiled then blushed, the soft pink making her face even more beautiful.

 Mac pulled her to him for another kiss then reached down for her breast. She moaned at his touch. He unfastened her buttons, opened her blouse and looked at her. Her breasts were perfect,exactly as he imagined.
A bit about the book:

Can Callie Richards turn her life of tragedy and heartache around on the campus of Kensington State University? Braving the school on her own, Callie meets the handsome dean, Mac Caldwell. As she and Mac draw closer and she makes new friends, a deadly campus drug ring sets their sights on her with heart-breaking results.  An emotional story, this is not a cookie-cutter romance. You’ll laugh and cry as Callie struggles to make a new life, find love and her satisfying, happy ending.

Monday, January 7, 2013


Welcome! Thanks for stopping by. This story is evolving to be published next holiday season as a New York Nights novel. I hope you like this snippet. Please let me know what you think in a comment. 
Giselle squatted down to be on eye-level with little Bobby.  She looked into a pair of young, gray eyes just like his father’s. His hair was almost as black, too. She recognized Will Benson’s son almost the minute he walked into the shop.
 “That’s right, Bobby, you can take anything here you want as a Christmas gift for your mom or dad.”

“I don’t have a mom,” the little boy replied, looking around at all the merchandise.

Giselle was stunned into silence.
“Can I take something for Grandma, Grandpa and Daddy?”
“Of course,” she said, finding her voice. “Do you want to look around or should I help you?”
“I want to look.” He set off down the aisle to the back of the store.
“Call me when you find something,” she called after him. No mother? Will was married. What happened?  She returned to the stool by the cash register, wondering about Will Benson’s wife. Her pulse kicked up. Will’s single? Can’t be. A seed of hope was planted in her guts. Leaving Will behind five years earlier when she left for an exciting job had been hard to do. She had hoped he’d wait for her but he hadn’t. He’d married and fathered a child. When her mother told her, she had cried every day for weeks and weeks. Do I get a second chance?

The tinkling of the bell when the front door opened and a gust of frigid air sweeping through the small store stole her attention. Will Benson stood, filling the doorway. A smile played with her lips as her gaze settled on his handsome face. The expression in his eyes was colder than the air outside, freezing the air around him. The chill reached Giselle and made her shiver. Nope. No second chance there.
“Hi, Will.” She raised a hand.
“Where’s my son?” Frozen words fell from his lips and broke into tiny pieces on the floor.