First of all, Tara's fine. Many of you know she lives in New Jersey. Yes, she's one of many without power but, luckily she does not live along the coast so she still has a house. She and her husband also have a generator, so she's warm, dry and tells us she has plenty of food.
What she is running out of is gasoline for the generator. We've all seen the lines snaking around corners and doubling back on itself as people wait for their turn at the pump. :(
Since there's no way to mail her a gallon of gas, please consider donating to the American Red Cross or the Salvation Army, two organizations that are helping so many people right now.They're bringing hot meals to to those who need it, providing shelter for those who have no homes, and yes, helping to coordinate getting fuel to those who have run out. Donate blood if you can to keep the supply levels up, donate money or time if you have it. The aftermath is often worse than the storm itself.
And in the midst of all this, the newest Sweet Spot story released this week! Nothing like curling up inside with a good, hot read to keep you warm. TIED TO HOME centers around Matt Carter and Wisteria Penny Lane (can you tell her parents were hippies?). After several years apart, their interest kindles when they realize they both like their sex on the kinky side - the BDSM kinky side. :)
Here's an excerpt to whet your appetite:
TIED TO HOME by Diana Hunter
All Rights Reserved
Matt
Carter sauntered in, taking a moment to look around. Wisteria Penny Lane. She’d
taken a lot of heat for her name when they were kids. Hippie parents who didn’t
have a clue the teasing they’d saddled onto their only child. He wondered if
they still had that commune outside of town.
He’d
seen the ropes, of course. And the marks around her breasts. She’d been tied up
pretty well. Who knew when they lost their virginity together in the barn on
her parent’s farm that the girl would grow up to have kinky tastes? Or that
he’d grow up to have them as well?
Now
she stood, defiant and proud, her wrists held out before her in challenge.
She’d thrown a book at his head the last
time he’d seen her, as he recalled. If Brian had told him whose lock he was
going to fix, he doubted he’d have come.
“Let
me see what I can do. Have a seat.”
There
was a small chest on the floor in front of the window and he gestured to it.
“I’d
rather stand.”
“I’m
sure you would. But I need steady hands and that’s easier to do when I’m kneeling.”
He smirked. “And you always did want me down on one knee, as I recall.”
“You
bastard. Get the fuck out of my house.”
He
drew back in mock astonishment. “Wisteria Lane, such language!”
“I
don’t want you here. Tell Brian he sent the wrong man.”
Matt
studied her face. A war went on there. One moment she seemed fully in control,
the next she was a breath away from breaking down into full-blown panic mode.
Fascinated, he watched the control side take over again. When she spoke this
time, her voice was more leveled.
“Go
away, Carter. I meant what I said the last time I saw you.”
“Yeah,
I remember. That you never wanted to see me again. Well, here I am. And you’re
stuck and I can get you free.” He held up the small case of tools. “Picking
locks is something I do.”
Wisteria
sat down hard on the chest, her wrists still held out before her. “Turned to a
life of crime?” She sounded bitter and Matt recognized she felt defeated.
“Worked
with a security firm for a while,” he explained as he knelt down before her and
opened the case. He pulled out a dark blue roll of felt and unfolded it as he
spoke. “They had a master locksmith as part of their crew and he taught me a
few things.”
“Security
firms are supposed to keep people out, not get them in.”
He
snorted. “You’d be surprised at how often people lock themselves out of their
own systems. First thing they taught me was how to break into a car with a
slimjim.” Carefully, he reached for her hands. “Now, let me see.”
She
said nothing to him as he examined the problem. The first piece caught in the
lock of the handcuffs came out easily enough with a small tweezers. The second
proved more difficult and he had to twist around to work the lock from her side
of it. That put him uncomfortably close and her perfume distracted him.
Pretending
his shoulder didn’t touch hers was another distraction. And that string bikini
wasn’t helping. He remembered those breasts, how soft they felt in his hands,
how he could make her purr by licking her nipple…
The
piece sprang free and with a twist, he opened the handcuffs, totally shocked by
the feeling of disappointment that washed over him. What was he thinking? Wiste
wanted no part of him. And, if he was honest with himself, admittedly not one
of his strong points, he didn’t really want a complication in his life right
now. He’d just left one in the desert of Las Vegas, he didn’t need to pick up
another one here in Connecticut.
“Yes!”
Her
exaltation was immediate. He didn’t say a word, only putting his tools away,
re-rolling the felt and putting it back in its case. Wisteria jumped up and
brushed past him as if he didn’t exist.
“Em,
he did it. Emily? Em!”
But
Matt knew Emily had left. He’d heard her sneak down the stairs before he’d even
gotten his tools out. For reasons of her own, Emily Baker had left them alone.
Diana
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1 comment:
This is really worth reading, it has too much details in it and yet it is so simple to understand, Thanks for sharing.
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