Anywho...I better get going. I have some more research to do and it's getting late. Nighty night all!
Friday, August 27, 2010
Blue Lace
Wow! I can't believe I actually just finished writing this book. I got to a certain point and said...ya know what? I think this is a good stopping point and let's go ahead and do books 3 and 4...Eeps! I know that's committing to a lot, but it will be so much fun. I am going to take a short break from Annie and (insert man of the book here) and am going to write "Wildflower" for National Novel Writing Month during the month of November. BUT...there are two months between now and then so I'll probably be doing a lot of reading and editing between now and then so hopefully I can get this book up and running.....fun stuff! I'm actually more excited about this one and Wildflower than I was Blue Ribbon. And of course, I also need to finish editing another book from another series that's been "complete" for about five years now. I just need to fine tune it..that one is called Just Dessert and it's a really really sweet story and when one of my former coworkers was reading a chapter from a first draft her comment to me was, "wow, this is pretty personal, eh?"
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Teaser for Blue Lace
As Annie rounded the corner, her stomach turned again, but this time because Jackson was standing in front of her with a suitcase, her suit case. The one she had packed that day when she went to his hotel room and they had made love and run off to Vegas.
He looked as surprised as she did, “um, hi,” he whispered.
Annie sat the box down, “hi,” she said feeling a little uncomfortable and unsure of how to greet him.
Jackson pulled her into a tight embrace, “it’s great to see you,” he said and kissed her cheek.
Annie looked up at him, “want to come in for a minute,” she asked.
He nodded and took the box and suitcase as she unlocked the door. Annie got them both some water and they sat down on the couch, “I saw you on the news,” she said breaking the silence, “thanks for taking the heat and saying it was all you. You didn’t have to do that you know?”
Jackson nodded and sat down the glass, “I did. I couldn’t bear to have your name dragged through the mud Annie. We might be annulling our marriage, but it doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”
Annie nodded, “well, thanks,” she said and their eyes met.
Jackson touched her cheek, “anytime Annie,” he whispered as he leaned forward and softly kissed her cheek.
Annie turned slightly and their lips met. Jackson kissed her softly again, then when she didn’t resist, his kiss turned from sweet to seductive. His mouth pressed harder to hers and he took her in his arms. Annie’s heart was racing. She hadn’t been prepared for this; hadn’t thought of what she might do if he kissed her. After all, they were technically still married and he still set her on fire when he looked at her with those intense eyes.
Annie allowed him to lay her down on the couch, his arms around her, his mouth moving to her neck now. She was aching for him at this point and found herself kissing his jaw line, caressing his back and not resisting when he unbuttoned her blouse, lifted it from her and proceeded to kiss her abdomen. His hands were at the small of her back pressing her into his mouth and before she knew what had happened he was removing her pants and was back face to face with her.
“God I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured before his lips met hers again, “you feel so amazing, Annie,” he called to her as he removed his jeans one handed.
Annie couldn’t find any words, couldn’t speak. She wanted this, but knew she shouldn’t be doing it. She knew that it was over between them and this wouldn’t change things, yet she couldn’t stop herself; she wanted him one last time.
Jackson caressed her thigh as she wrapped it around his hips. To his surprise; Annie wasn’t resisting him and when he looked into her eyes, he knew she wanted the same thing he did. He leaned into her, kissing her deeply as they became one.
Annie gave a little gasp; she’d almost forgotten how good he felt, how well he knew how to please her. Jackson’s hands explored her, his lips traced her shoulders, her collar bone, her chin and then found her lips again. He loved her mouth; it was always so warm and sweet and she was wearing the same perfume she had the night they married.
After what seemed like an eternity of pleasure, Annie felt that unmistakable shockwave of pleasure radiate through her. Her hands were on the back of his head, pulling him into her as they kissed madly. Jackson drove himself into her once more and moaned with pleasure. Annie breathed deeply as their lips separated and he buried his face in her neck. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist and she relaxed beneath him, her legs releasing him.
They were both breathless and laid there catching their breath for a few moments, then Jackson got up and silently put his clothes back on. Annie did the same and reached for her water glass on the table.
“Annie,” Jackson whispered and sat down next to her. He wasn’t looking at her, but his hand was on her leg, “I’m sorry, I let myself get out of control.”
Annie swallowed the water and sat the glass down, “Don’t be sorry, I wanted it as much as you did.”
Their eyes met and Jackson tried to smile, “it was really nice to see you one last time,” he told her.
Suddenly it struck Annie that if she were pregnant it wouldn’t be the last time they saw each other, “Jackson,” she started, “there’s something I should tell you.”
He removed his hand from her leg and watched her, “what is it?”
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Welcome Home! an excerpt from Blue Ribbon
Jackson was looking at the photos Angie had on display on the wall, “is this you,” he asked.
Annie studied the picture, “it sure is. Angie took that the day I moved in with her. It was kind of my independence moment,” she explained. In the photo she was in sweats and a tee shirt, her hair tied behind her head and she was flexing her muscles in the photo to show how strong she was.
“It’s very becoming,” he told her with a chuckle.
She laughed with him and they stood in silence for a moment. He took a step closer to her and when she didn’t budge, he took that as a signal that this was okay so he leaned in and kissed her; on the cheek first. She turned her face to him and their lips met. His hands were on her cheeks now and she felt fire growing in her belly. She hadn’t felt these feelings for quite some time; at least before she and Joshua had broken up.
Annie took his hands in hers and tugged him with her as she walked backward and sat down on the sofa. Jackson caressed her hair and ran his fingers through the long dark brown locks, “Oh, Annie, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he pulled her hair out of the low pony tail and let if fall across her shoulders and around her face. Before she could respond, he was kissing her again, more fervently than ever.
She felt herself blushing and wondered why this was making her blush. She was no stranger to love; she had been around the block a time or two, but Jackson’s touch was making her feel nervous and giddy. Perhaps it was because they had only met a day ago, perhaps it was that he was an actor, she couldn’t quite tell, but she was definitely feeling something.
His hands were still in her hair and they were practically in each others’ lap on the couch. Annie’s arms were around his waist as they kissed passionately. His warm mouth pressed against hers made her remember just how much she loved kissing and how much she had missed it since; well, since she had been in high school and had been an item with Joey. They would kiss for hours it seemed and sometimes it would go farther, but most of the time it was just like this; just kissing each other like there was no tomorrow.
Annie felt Jackson’s hands slide from her hair to around her neck and she shivered as his skin made contact with hers. His hands were warm and soft on her neck and she could feel her pulse quickening every time his thumb stroked that area just below her jaw around her neck. He must have sensed this, because he took his mouth from hers and began to kiss the area where his thumb had been, working his way down to her neck, which was to the best of her recollection; her weakness when it came to men.
A soft moan escaped her mouth and she began to stroke his back with her fingers. She was sinking beneath him; melting into the couch and at her next moment of awareness, he was lying on the sofa halfway on top of her, continuing to kiss her neck and making her writhe with pleasure. He was cradling her head in his hands and then his hand trailed down her arm, caressing her, making her want more and more.
Annie had not thought this far ahead and was growing more aroused with each kiss and each touch. Her body was screaming for more, but her head was telling her to slow down. At that moment, Jackson’s hand grazed the side of her breast and she knew precisely how aroused he was when she pressed up against him.
Dizzy with ecstasy, Annie wanted nothing more than to give herself to him right here; right now. She also knew that would be a mistake so soon after they met, but something inside of her wouldn’t let her push him away. She kept going back for more and found herself kissing his neck as he kissed hers and instinctively her hand found its way to his firm buttocks and squeezed. He moaned, lifted his face from her neck and kissed her hard on the mouth. It was a demanding kiss that could only be followed by him sliding his hands under her shirt along her toned stomach and up and under her bra, releasing her breasts to his hands.
After he had worked her shirt up and over her breasts, he lowered himself to her chest and kissed her breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling as his hands held them in place for him. Annie cried out and balled her fists together as his hands went to her back and pulled her into him even more.
“What in the name of all that’s holy?” came a shrieking voice from the front door.
A sensation of ice cold water being dumped on her hit Annie and she was suddenly mortified. Annie tugged her shirt down quickly, causing Jackson to lose balance and fall from the couch onto the floor. Had Annie not been so embarrassed she probably would have thought this was a rather comical scene. Her roommate was standing at her front door; her back to them.
“Is it safe,” she asked.
Annie gave Jackson her hand and he pulled himself up on the sofa into a sitting position next to her. She made sure her shirt was in place and handed him a throw pillow to hold so he wouldn’t look quite so obvious, “yes,” Annie grumbled, “you can turn around now.”
Angie turned around and stood there for a moment; her keys in her hand. She was wearing jeans and a baggy sweatshirt and sneakers and had her hair tied in a pony tail. She wore no make-up and unlike Annie; you could tell she wasn’t wearing any, “Would you like to explain yourself,” she said to Annie, looking angry, “I come home from breakfast and find you making out half naked with someone on our couch? I thought you said you were going to be back later,” she said and stopped her rant abruptly when her eyes fell on Jackson. Her eyebrows knitted together as if she were confused and then she looked from him to Annie and back to Jackson and his formerly well groomed hair and designer jeans and very classy buttoned up shirt to his Rolex watch on his wrist on a hand that he was clutching a pillow with while his other hand held Annie’s at their side.
“Sorry Angie, I decided to come back early and I called and left a message to let you know I was coming back and bringing company for the afternoon, but I guess you didn’t get my message,” she said in somewhat of a panic; after all, Angie had been nice enough to offer to let her stay here, but they had specifically agreed that Annie wouldn’t bring anyone home without clearing it with Angie first and vice versa.
Angie was still gazing at Jackson with interest, “my phone died,” she said flatly, “I’ve been at breakfast with some girls from the office and forgot to plug it in last night I guess. Anyway, it’s dead so I couldn’t get any calls or messages.”
Annie sighed, “I’m sorry,” she said, looking at Jackson who was clearly confused as to why someone had just barged in on them in such a compromising position. He had never managed to have that happen before. There had never been any embarrassing photos of him that surfaced in the press; he had never been caught by some girl’s mother of father when he was younger and he certainly had never been walked in on by someone’s roommate.
Annie tugged Jackson’s hand that she was holding, “Jackson, this is my roommate Angie. Angie, this is my boyfriend Jackson Clearwater,” Annie announced, beaming.
Angie, who had now sat down in her favorite arm chair dropped her keys on the floor, “boyfriend? Jackson Clearwater?” She obviously figured out who Jackson was when Annie said his name, “are you flaming mad,” she asked Annie, “you go to some home town county fair and come back telling me you’re dating Jackson Clearwater? I don’t believe it. How long has this been going on?”
Annie studied the picture, “it sure is. Angie took that the day I moved in with her. It was kind of my independence moment,” she explained. In the photo she was in sweats and a tee shirt, her hair tied behind her head and she was flexing her muscles in the photo to show how strong she was.
“It’s very becoming,” he told her with a chuckle.
She laughed with him and they stood in silence for a moment. He took a step closer to her and when she didn’t budge, he took that as a signal that this was okay so he leaned in and kissed her; on the cheek first. She turned her face to him and their lips met. His hands were on her cheeks now and she felt fire growing in her belly. She hadn’t felt these feelings for quite some time; at least before she and Joshua had broken up.
Annie took his hands in hers and tugged him with her as she walked backward and sat down on the sofa. Jackson caressed her hair and ran his fingers through the long dark brown locks, “Oh, Annie, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered as he pulled her hair out of the low pony tail and let if fall across her shoulders and around her face. Before she could respond, he was kissing her again, more fervently than ever.
She felt herself blushing and wondered why this was making her blush. She was no stranger to love; she had been around the block a time or two, but Jackson’s touch was making her feel nervous and giddy. Perhaps it was because they had only met a day ago, perhaps it was that he was an actor, she couldn’t quite tell, but she was definitely feeling something.
His hands were still in her hair and they were practically in each others’ lap on the couch. Annie’s arms were around his waist as they kissed passionately. His warm mouth pressed against hers made her remember just how much she loved kissing and how much she had missed it since; well, since she had been in high school and had been an item with Joey. They would kiss for hours it seemed and sometimes it would go farther, but most of the time it was just like this; just kissing each other like there was no tomorrow.
Annie felt Jackson’s hands slide from her hair to around her neck and she shivered as his skin made contact with hers. His hands were warm and soft on her neck and she could feel her pulse quickening every time his thumb stroked that area just below her jaw around her neck. He must have sensed this, because he took his mouth from hers and began to kiss the area where his thumb had been, working his way down to her neck, which was to the best of her recollection; her weakness when it came to men.
A soft moan escaped her mouth and she began to stroke his back with her fingers. She was sinking beneath him; melting into the couch and at her next moment of awareness, he was lying on the sofa halfway on top of her, continuing to kiss her neck and making her writhe with pleasure. He was cradling her head in his hands and then his hand trailed down her arm, caressing her, making her want more and more.
Annie had not thought this far ahead and was growing more aroused with each kiss and each touch. Her body was screaming for more, but her head was telling her to slow down. At that moment, Jackson’s hand grazed the side of her breast and she knew precisely how aroused he was when she pressed up against him.
Dizzy with ecstasy, Annie wanted nothing more than to give herself to him right here; right now. She also knew that would be a mistake so soon after they met, but something inside of her wouldn’t let her push him away. She kept going back for more and found herself kissing his neck as he kissed hers and instinctively her hand found its way to his firm buttocks and squeezed. He moaned, lifted his face from her neck and kissed her hard on the mouth. It was a demanding kiss that could only be followed by him sliding his hands under her shirt along her toned stomach and up and under her bra, releasing her breasts to his hands.
After he had worked her shirt up and over her breasts, he lowered himself to her chest and kissed her breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth, sucking and nibbling as his hands held them in place for him. Annie cried out and balled her fists together as his hands went to her back and pulled her into him even more.
“What in the name of all that’s holy?” came a shrieking voice from the front door.
A sensation of ice cold water being dumped on her hit Annie and she was suddenly mortified. Annie tugged her shirt down quickly, causing Jackson to lose balance and fall from the couch onto the floor. Had Annie not been so embarrassed she probably would have thought this was a rather comical scene. Her roommate was standing at her front door; her back to them.
“Is it safe,” she asked.
Annie gave Jackson her hand and he pulled himself up on the sofa into a sitting position next to her. She made sure her shirt was in place and handed him a throw pillow to hold so he wouldn’t look quite so obvious, “yes,” Annie grumbled, “you can turn around now.”
Angie turned around and stood there for a moment; her keys in her hand. She was wearing jeans and a baggy sweatshirt and sneakers and had her hair tied in a pony tail. She wore no make-up and unlike Annie; you could tell she wasn’t wearing any, “Would you like to explain yourself,” she said to Annie, looking angry, “I come home from breakfast and find you making out half naked with someone on our couch? I thought you said you were going to be back later,” she said and stopped her rant abruptly when her eyes fell on Jackson. Her eyebrows knitted together as if she were confused and then she looked from him to Annie and back to Jackson and his formerly well groomed hair and designer jeans and very classy buttoned up shirt to his Rolex watch on his wrist on a hand that he was clutching a pillow with while his other hand held Annie’s at their side.
“Sorry Angie, I decided to come back early and I called and left a message to let you know I was coming back and bringing company for the afternoon, but I guess you didn’t get my message,” she said in somewhat of a panic; after all, Angie had been nice enough to offer to let her stay here, but they had specifically agreed that Annie wouldn’t bring anyone home without clearing it with Angie first and vice versa.
Angie was still gazing at Jackson with interest, “my phone died,” she said flatly, “I’ve been at breakfast with some girls from the office and forgot to plug it in last night I guess. Anyway, it’s dead so I couldn’t get any calls or messages.”
Annie sighed, “I’m sorry,” she said, looking at Jackson who was clearly confused as to why someone had just barged in on them in such a compromising position. He had never managed to have that happen before. There had never been any embarrassing photos of him that surfaced in the press; he had never been caught by some girl’s mother of father when he was younger and he certainly had never been walked in on by someone’s roommate.
Annie tugged Jackson’s hand that she was holding, “Jackson, this is my roommate Angie. Angie, this is my boyfriend Jackson Clearwater,” Annie announced, beaming.
Angie, who had now sat down in her favorite arm chair dropped her keys on the floor, “boyfriend? Jackson Clearwater?” She obviously figured out who Jackson was when Annie said his name, “are you flaming mad,” she asked Annie, “you go to some home town county fair and come back telling me you’re dating Jackson Clearwater? I don’t believe it. How long has this been going on?”
@ladygaga, 8/12/10 8:35 PM
 Lady Gaga (@ladygaga)8/12/10 8:35 PM ok this is amazing, maybe better than original. manwhore. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qsU9tz3d3OY&feature=player_embedded |
~Elizabeth Saenz
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Preview of Blue Ribbon now available!
Click on this link and you'll be taken to a preview page where you can download the first 18 pages of the book, write a review and order the book! Happy reading!
https://www.createspace.com/Preview/1070953
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Awful name suggestions needed
So I'm brainstorming for NaNoWriMo and my main character is going to go by the name of Janie, but it's not her first name. Her name is _______ Jane Morgan. I need an embarrasing first name that is old fashioned and stodgy. Any ideas? Something that sounds very southern with Jane, but not common (Not Peggy or Mary or anything like that). Something that if you were on a blind date and somebody you ran into called you by your first name would make you want to crawl under the table.
If I use your suggestion I'll give you thank you credits ;-)
If I use your suggestion I'll give you thank you credits ;-)
Monday, August 9, 2010
Now Available
Just a reminder that Blue Ribbon is available through CreatSpace or Amazon.com. Links to purchase the book are below! Happy Romancing!
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