Hello everyone! When Jo-Anna asked me to guest blog on the Twinsie Talk site, besides being tickled, I then thought, hmmm, what will I talk about? And, to find the answer, I look to the most recent review Jo-Anna wrote for my new book release. In part, she said, “It was quite different then what I've been reading lately so it was a nice change. It cleansed my palette so to speak.”
Readers, I had five books out for purchase before this newest one released. Of those five books, four have scorching, explicit details of adult situations, including sexuality, and the fifth has quite a few adult references.
This sixth release? Not any explicit content- ZERO.
Honestly, I initially wrote a sweet book to please some extended family members and my children. I wanted a book my thirteen year old daughter could download to her Kindle. But, as the book progressed, it felt freeing, innocent, and fresh to write. It reminded me of my youth and the excitement of looking forward to a first kiss, boyfriends, and the butterflies of love.
Compare these two quotes:
“Kalista stayed close to Caleb. “Now what are you going to do?” She scanned the area, scrutinizing every suspicious shape.
Caleb stood slowly, almost deliberately, before leaning in toward Kalista. He hesitated only briefly before touching his lips to hers for a soft kiss. Pulling away from her, he whispered, “that is what I’m gonna do.”
Standing stock still with eyes still closed, Kalista’s lips curved into a beaming smile. “You’re trying to change the subject, Mr. Caleb.”
“Leaning over, he once again raked her nipples with his hungry tongue as he dropped to his knees. He unzipped her jeans and slid them halfway down her thighs. “Minnie, has a man ever kissed you intimately before, you know, below the waist?”
I felt just has much emotion writing both passages. I felt the impending excitement, thrill, and bliss for my characters. Granted, the way the second passage ends generated more heat to my lady parts than the first, but, the initial heart flutter was the very same in both books.
Lately, there’s been a huge hoopla over the term, “mommy porn”. I personally find the term distasteful. Seriously, moms around the globe may feel their lives lack stimulation and feel rote at times, but, hardly is their explicit reading material derogatory or demeaning. If they have children, they know how to make love and I doubt any of us writers are giving everyone new information. (maybe a few new tricks or tips, lol). However, we are giving an escape, a chance to feel those new flutters and heat flashes of first kisses, falling in love, and finally, lust. What our readers want is to feel those things again in their own lives, to be reminded of the same freshness when they first met their mate. Or, maybe they look forward to finding that perfect someone that generates the giggles and the heat. It’s escape, dreams, fantasy…we provide it all between the chapters.
We don’t always have to push the envelope of descriptors to get the point across. Finding a new, unique way to describe male and female intimate regions has almost become as challenging as using a “z” and “q” in Scrabble in the same turn. But, is it necessary?
Not always.I will continue to write books garnering all five flames in the heat index, it’s part of my credo, and some stories require a variety of scenes and levels of explicit content. But, writing some sweetness reminded me all love stories begin the same, and that’s refreshing. It also gives me hope that my daughter will take her time and climb each rung of sexuality slowly, purposefully, thoughtfully, without regret. Because, after all, isn’t being twitterpated delicious? I want her to hold onto that for as long as she can, before she ever unzips a thing.
FINDING LOVE UNDER A ROCK
Kalista Bristow and Leandra Lehigh moved to Oklahoma not just to attend nursing school, but, to find some adventure. When Leandra reads about the sport of “noodling”, she is literally “hooked’, and reserves top-notch guides, Caleb Chandler and Owen Guthrie, to give them a true southern experience.
Wading through the murky river, Kalista finds herself drawn to the handsome Caleb and his red-dirt good looks. He manages a few shy glances in her direction, intrigued by her tenacity. Could this cute city girl bring him out of his awkward insecurity when it comes to dating? However, thoughts of blossoming love move to the wayside as the girls find more than they bargained for under the surface of that shadowy river. They must rely on Caleb and Owen to keep them safe, all the while beginning to believe the mysterious legends the guys have been telling them are probably all true.
Kalista’s stomach churned nervously as her eyes darted around. Sunlight danced off the ripples in the water that their movements created. Is that us making those waves, or something just below the surface? “Crap, should I watch where I step?”
“That’s sort of a problem. You can’t watch anywhere you move. So, you just better hope you make the right step.” Caleb said solemnly.
“How far out do we have to go? The water is getting colder the further out we get. Besides, how can we get to the bank to get out if we do get into trouble?” Panic teemed in Kalista’s voice. “I don’t like water I can’t see into.”
“Hey, roomie, calm down. Good grief, we haven’t even started yet.” Leandra finally sounded exasperated with Kalista’s irrational fear. “Would you just enjoy yourself and get over being a baby already? Not everything has to be a swimming pool with pristine water to be safe.”
“Girls, girls, focus. You are both right in your own way. This is more than a simple excursion—it’s time we start paying attention to our surroundings.”
“Okay, so, we need to be one with the fish?” Leandra asked seriously as she peered down toward the water.
Kalista rolled her eyes. “Sheesh Lea, as if you could see anything through this brown tinged river water.” She looked more closely, realizing how intent Leandra appeared. “You really are getting in tune with your aquatic side, aren’t you?”
“We paid for this expedition so you’re darn right I’m getting in touch with my inner Ictalurus punctatus.”
Owen furrowed his brow toward Leandra. “What the heck is an ictaluruhhh…icta…icta-walruses or whatever you just said?”
“Owen, let me apologize for Leandra, leave it to the bookworm to use the scientific name for a channel catfish.” Kalista replied with amusement in her tone.
“You knew what I meant when I said it. What’s that say about you?” Leandra shot back triumphantly.
Caleb interjected into the banter. “Girls, we are actually not looking for Ictalurus punctatus. We are searching for Pylodictis olivari, a flathead catfish.”
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Blurb for Lovedust and Trailblazers:
Young Marine, Josiah Samuels, was sent home from the Korean Conflict and honored with a Purple Heart for the shrapnel wounds across his chest. Although he proudly served his country, he lived on a daily basis haunted by the sights and sounds of warfare.
As a cattle rancher, he raised stock for local rodeos and lived a simple life of solitude. But, the loneliness and the void the war created in his chest began to overwhelm him.
Then, because of a “cow emergency”, he met Minnie Mitchell, a spitfire neighboring rancher who finished veterinary school in a time when few women were even admitted to University veterinarian programs. She faced her own obstacles in running her family’s cattle operation and finding a job as a vet in stereotypical 1950’s Oklahoma.
Minnie passionately rattled Josiah’s world in ways he previously only dreamed. Now, together, these Trailblazers must find a way to keep Minnie close to the family ranch…and Josiah’s loving arms.
Explicit Excerpt from Lovedust and Trailblazers:
Minnie pulled only slightly away. “Josiah, I want you to make love to me. I am a woman with needs and it’s been so long since I’ve been touched by a man. Even when I did, it felt nothing like what you bring forth in me. Right now, you’ve created such a burn in my loins that I don’t even care if you lose respect for me for being so bold. I need you that much.”
With those words, Minnie began unbuttoning her shirt. Josiah sat transfixed watching her dainty hands manipulate the buttons back out the buttonholes. She worked slowly, almost teasingly, as he watched her creamy, freckled décolletage peek through the loosened neckline. She tugged her hemline out from her jeans and leaned in once more for another kiss, this time, sliding her tongue in between his slightly parted lips. His breath became ragged and course, mimicking the impulses shocking his system.
“I have nothing but respect for you Minnie, and even more so at this very moment.”
Pulling her lips away from his, she sucked his tongue into her mouth, leaned back, and with a soft smacking sound, released his tasty tongue. She kept her eyes on his as she slid the shirt down her arms and into a small bundle on the floor next to her thigh. Minnie reached back and swiftly unclasped her bra and in one motion freed her small pert breasts from the white underwire lace. Josiah’s mouth watered at the sight of her nipples immediately tightening into small hard nubs, ready for his tongue.
He leaned forward and grazed his tongue against her neck, moving his head down for her breasts. He took one nipple gently into his mouth and lightly sucked it, reaching his hand to caress the other one. Minnie brought one hand up and traced the outline of his lips as he licked and sucked her nipple. She ran her fingers in line with his tongue, wetting them with his saliva. She then used her wet fingers to caress the other nipple into the same hardened intensity.
Minnie reached for the snap buttons on Josiah’s shirt. She popped them open hungrily, reaching for his chest. She gasped taking in his manly torso, magnificent, muscular, and also riddled with scars. “You are a beautiful man, Josiah.”
“The afternoon provided us with the perfect background to make love. Are you okay here in the loft?” Josiah looked around eagerly for a more comfortable location.
“Yes, I actually have a couple of quilts up here for when I need to escape for a nap.” Minnie stood up and quickly retrieved two quilts from a corner trunk. “I think we will be fine right here by the open hayloft door. Only the lightning will see what we are doing.”
She spread the quilts one of top of each other as Josiah removed his own shirt and tossed it across the floor. Minnie began unbuttoning her jeans before he stopped her. “Please allow me, I want to fully experience you as I do this.”
Leaning over, he once again raked her nipples with his hungry tongue as he dropped to his knees. He unzipped her jeans and slid them halfway down her thighs. “Minnie, has a man ever kissed you intimately before, you know, below the waist?”
“Oh, cowboy, no, but how I’ve dreamed of it. Are you going to teach me about it?” Minnie held her breath in excited anticipation.
“I’m going to try it, Minnie, but, it’s a first for me too. I just can’t help myself, I want to devour you.” Josiah leaned in and kissed her against her panties. He felt the heat coming from her core. His panting made her panties moist on the outside. He reached around and cupped her ass with his large, strong hands, pressing her groin into his face.
Josiah began tentatively kissing her intimate region through the simple, cotton fabric. Minnie’s knees began to buckle and he stood quickly to right her balance. Josiah scooped her up into his arms and lifted her close to him. “This is more intense than I ever imagined, Minnie, you must know this.”
Speechless, Minnie only nodded in agreement. Josiah gingerly dropped to his knees on the makeshift bed, still cradling her in his arms, relishing the feel of her naked torso against his chest. He laid her down and moved to slide her jeans from her legs. He then slid her panties down her thighs, marveling at her intimate beauty. The gentle “V” of hair curling gracefully around the core of her femininity captured his attention and filled in the blanks of his imagination.