Desiree Holt's contest - win BIG!

Today one of my favorite people on the planet, Desiree Holt, is taking over my blog - which is GREAT news for you. Read and learn how you too can win!

Okay, Luke and Julia from FINDING JULIA have been around a bit now and hopefully y'all have meet them and lived their story with them. So here's the deal: Tell me, Desiree Holt, your favorite line from FINDING JULIA at this link (click HERE)  .  Once you enter, you have a chance to win a $50 Amazon gift card.  How simple is that??

 

Contest is open for four days. Mr Random Dot Org and I will pick a winner on Friday. So if you haven't read the book, get busy!  Be sure to leave Desiree your email addy.

And now a little taste of Finding Julia:

Blurb:

Sometimes life is not fair. For Julia Patterson meeting Luke Buchanan opened the door to a new life and brought her to life as a woman. In his arms she learns for the first time how real passion and emotion can enrich your life. He claims her body with the pleasure of erotic sex and his heart with unrestricted love. But Fate was laughing at Julia, just as she is about to step over the threshold into a wonderful new life. When her almost-ex-husband Charles is diagnosed with a fatal heart condition her divorce is put on hold along with the rest of her life. Turning her back on Luke and the intense passion and emotion they shared is the most difficult thing she’s ever done. But Julia has a secret, one that Charles has discovered and uses like a club. Thirteen years later when Luke walks back into her life the passion and emotion are just as explosive as ever. Will they finally have their chance at happiness or will her secret destroy it forever?

Excerpt:

“Our executive vice president is tied up in a meeting right now,” Howard whispered as the executive staff filed in. “He’s the one who says yea or nay. He’ll join us as soon as he can.”

Great. Would he expect her to do it all over again for him?

She sighed and began her presentation again.

It was well into the afternoon and she was pulling out copies of the proposed budget to distribute when the door to the boardroom opened quietly, and Julia’s stomach dropped to the floor. She felt as if an electric surge slammed into her, plucking at every one of her nerve endings.

The man who silently took a seat at the end of the table wasn’t necessarily handsome, but he was one hundred percent male. Liquid brown eyes were framed by the thickest lashes she had ever seen on a man. She noticed the strong jaw and the lines of character etched on an incredibly masculine face. Straight brown hair, a hint of silver reflecting in the lights, was worn just a little long, giving him a slightly rakehell look.

The classic dark business suit barely concealed the power he radiated. More than that, he exuded an aura of self, of authority, of comfort in his own skin few men were able to attain. She could think of only three words to describe him. Dark. Edgy. Dangerous. In her entire thirty years, no man had ever affected her the way this man did. Certainly not Charles. She clamped down on her reaction, forbidding herself to let her thoughts wander into forbidden territory. As she’d learned, her judgment where men were concerned left a great deal to be desired.

“Let me interrupt a moment.” Manning jumped to his feet. “Julia, meet Lucas Buchanan, our executive vice president. He’s been in another meeting until now.”

“I’m pleased you could join us, Mr. Buchanan.” Julia pasted on her professional smile and hoped her voice sounded firmer to the others than it did to her.

Lucas Buchanan nodded at her. “Luke, please. Sorry to be late. Please don’t let me interrupt.”

She struggled to pick up the threads of what she’d been saying, her brain suddenly addled, and her hands unsteady. It took every ounce of personal discipline to keep focused on her presentation.

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Sex Position Gumby from the Wild Wicked Weekend 2015 - Touched by Midas Gumby Excerpt

After sleeping nearly 10 hours last night, I'm finally starting to feel recovered from this year's Wild Wicked Weekend.  I'll blog again soon with pics and details - well, as much detail as I can put out without incriminating the less than innocent.  But today I want to share the Sex Position Gumby excerpt that we didn't have time to do this year.  A HUGE shout out to author Dalton Diaz for the fab job she did with this event.


Not sure what Sex Position Gumby is?  Here's a clip that includes the beautiful Desiree Holt and country singing star Jackson Young. (Check out Jackson Young's video Drunken Angel below. ) 

 

Please note, this is an excerpt from one of the sex scenes in Touched by Midas, my Navy SEAL story in the SEALs Going Hot anthology with Desiree Holt, Cerise Deland and Samantha Cayto.  If you like the excerpt, I hope you'll buy the book.  It's only $2.51, and a girl's gotta buy costumes for next year's WWW :)

Touched byMidas excerpt  by Brenna Zinn

Scene: Navy SEAL, Michael “Midas” Baudine, has succeeded in luring heroine, Angie Summers, to his bed. Things quickly turn on the SEAL, but in all the best ways.

Angie stripped off Midas’ shirt and propped herself up on a stack of firm pillows. With the tip of one finger, she scraped beneath one of her lacy bra straps, slowly, methodically going back and forth between her shoulder and the swell of her breast. At what she gauged was the right time, she pushed the bit of lace off her shoulder, letting the strap fall on to her arm. Midas watched as though mesmerized.

Forging on, she cupped a lace-covered breast and kneaded it for several beats, taking care to pinch the hardened nipple before lowering her hand down the flat of her belly. Without stopping, her fingers drifted beneath her panties. She arched her back as she slipped the pads of two fingers through her soaked folds. She looked up when she heard a gruff groan coming from the SEAL.

He stood, stock still and completely naked, at the side of the bed. Sometime while she lost herself in her naughty little show, he had taken off his underwear.

She removed her hand from her panties, placed one of the wet fingertips in her mouth and sucked. Another rough exhale sounded. Angie lowered her eyelids.

“Bad boy, Midas,” she tsked. “I told you I wanted to take off your underwear. This is not good. This is going to cost you.”

His cock jerked. “Is that right?”

Oh, the pleasure of holding a big man in her little palm. Why had she waited so long?

“That’s right.” Angie shifted and dangled her legs over the side of the bed. She patted the mattress. “This is where I want you to put your belly button. I want to see that firm ass of yours in the air, sailor.”

He hesitated.

She rose from the bed, planting her feet shoulder-width apart and placing a fist on her hip. Pointing toward the mattress, she reached deep down and found her voice of authority.

“I said put your mother-fucking belly button on the bed, sailor.”

Midas complied.

The spot she had chosen was nearly perfect. He was so tall, when bent at the waist, his ass was almost at the right height.

Angie moved behind him. Without warning, she tapped the inside of one of his calves with her big toe.

“Spread those legs.”

His back stiffened, but he adjusted his feet. Now both rounded globes of his tight backside stuck out at just the appropriate angle. Time for a little fun.

“I don’t want to hear a peep from you , Midas. Not one squeak. Do you understand me?”

He had the good sense to nod his answer.

“Excellent.”

There was no way any amount of punishment she could dish out would hurt the SEAL. She was too small to deliver any blow that could provide much more than a good sting. Hardly the kind of play needing a safe word.

Angie placed a fingernail on the right side of his ass and lightly scratched a line on his skin to the left. An explosion of goose bumps rose over his bare back.

Nice.

His reaction encouraged her to brush her palms up his spine to his shoulders. The way back down, she raked her nails over his shoulder blades and on to the fleshy part of his waist, not stopping until she found the curve beneath his butt cheek.

While hunched over him, she reached between his legs and cupped his balls. She’d expected him to utter some low moan some other guttural noise. Other than a quick inhale and a long exhale, he remained quiet. Pleased with his control, she massaged his soft nads and gently pulled. Again, he said nothing.

Did SEALs go through sexual torture training? She’d have to ask. Later.

She found his cock and did her best to wrap her fingers around its girth. Only the tips of her middle finger and thumb touched.

Impressive.

When she started stroking, his head fell forward onto the mattress and his knees slightly bent. She released her hold and gave one of his ass cheeks a solid smack, followed immediately by another thwack to the other cheek.

She nearly roared with laughter when she heard his muffled but enthusiastic, “Fuck yeah!”

“You aren’t being quiet, naughty boy,” she chided when she controlled her chuckles. “Do I need to spank you again?”

He turned his face from the mattress. “Do what you gotta do.”

As much as she would love to give his booty another good whack, the two she’d already struck stung her hand like nobody’s business. He clearly liked to be paddled though. Why not give the guy more? She certainly didn’t mind reddening his backside.

Angie glanced around the room and found a pair of flip-flops that had been tossed carelessly on the floor. After retrieving one sandal and brushing off sand from its sole, she tapped the flimsy shoe in her palm.

“I’m going to paddle you ten times on both sides of your ass. When I’m done, you’re going to turn over and scoot onto the mattress. Understood?”

He beamed.

Tiny bubbles of glee filled her as though she’d just finished off a bottle of sparkling water. Damn this was fun.

She positioned herself behind him, found a solid stance and commenced with swatting his cute ass exactly ten times on each side. When she finished, a pretty shade of pink stained his butt. Based on the way Midas hollered, “Yeah, baby,” and wagged his bottom each time the flip flop met his flesh, he seemed to be enjoying the play as much as she did administering the smacks.

As she’d ordered, Midas turned over and lay across the bed when she’d finished. He looked at her expectantly.

“I want you to watch carefully. There may be a test when I’m done,” she said, caressing her breasts.

She turned her back to him, then unclasped the front hook of her bra. Glancing over her shoulder, she let the lacy lingerie fall to the floor. For her encore, she slipped both hands down the sides of her torso. When she found the string of her panties, she hooked her fingers around it and bent at the waist. After spreading her feet, she slowly shimmied the barely-there undies down her legs to her ankles. Still folded over, she slid one hand up inside her calf and thigh, coming to a stop at her pussy. Starting with the hard nub of her clit, she ran two fingers through the drenched folds and back again, then one more time because it felt so damn good.

 

Thanks for reading, and here's your chance to give us some Gumby feedback.  Should we do Sex Position Gumby next year?  Leave a comment and let us know. I promise, we're listening.

A Journey to Rota, Spain - The Wedding

This Friday my newest release, Touched by Midas comes out.  You might wonder, why is Brenna mentioning this when the title of her blog is A Journey to Rota, Spain?  Good question.  The answer is Touched by Midas, my book in the SEALs Going Hot series with Desiree Holt, Cerise Deland and Samantha Cayto is set in Rota. 

When our editor first asked the four of us to write another SEALs series, I decided I wanted to bring in as much authenticity to my story as possible.  Aside from actually having dated a Navy SEAL (which I haven't - sigh...), I did marry a Navy man and we spent the first three years of our marriage stationed at Naval Station Rota, Spain.  So what readers read in Touched by Midas comes straight from my memories of living in Rota, working on the base and being with my huge military family.  The blogs for this week will include pics, experiences and information about me and my life in Spain.

The journey begins the summer of 1989.  The Fine Young Cannibal's Good Thing is #1 on the music charts. Batman and Ghost Busters II are playing in the theaters, and Nolan Ryan strikes out his 5,000th batter.  Yes. It's quite a summer.

I arrive in Rota and reconnect with my husband-to-be.  I am 22 and I recently graduated with a degree in History from Southern Illinois University with visions of being a high school history teacher. Our plans are to marry in Gibraltar once my mother and sister arrive.
At the time my husband-to-be is living in a typical Spanish house. Between you and me, the house is a disaster.  There are cat print curtains hung in the windows of his tiny kitchen.  There is a bike in a back room that he has no idea who it belongs to or how it got there. (He later vaguely remembers "borrowing" the bike after getting thoroughly plastered at a local Spanish bar named Zeppelins.) And his dog Mozart, a German Shepard mix, has pooped so many times on the terrace roof-top of his home that it's impossible to make my way across the roof without walking in one of his landmines.  I immediately decree we need to move.

Luckily, we find a brand new apartment we can afford. The truly lucky part of finding this apartment are our landlords, a wonderful Spanish family who will eventually become our second family, as well as my daughter's caregivers.

I wish I had a video or a picture to show our move from my husband-to-be's old house to our new apartment. I guarantee, you'd fall on the floor laughing. The picture I'm posting (which is not of us but the closest I could find) simply doesn't do our situation justice.  Imagine putting a full-sized refrigerator in the trunk of a tiny Fiat then driving several blocks with two guys tagging behind making sure the fridge doesn't fall out.  That would be us. 

Aside from the fridge, we had no furniture in our apartment while we waited for our things to arrive from the states. So for the first few months we got to sleep on floors, eat from a folding table and sit on lawn chairs. These were great times.

But Rota was our playground and we spent little time in our apartment. Our mornings consisted of wandering around the small shops. In the afternoons we lounged on the beach. And we pissed away our evenings in local eateries or bars. 
(Yep. That's me 25 years ago. Skinny, tan and sporting a short haircut.)

One of our favorite places to eat was a little place called Shorty's. It was across the street from a discotecca called La Playa. Those were the days when staying out until 2am was the norm. How we ever managed to get up at 7am and go to work is a mystery.  Oh youth.

The view from our bedroom window. That dome marks the main Spanish market in Rota.

The Rota harbor

Down the street from my husband-to-be's house. You can't see it, but the beach is at the very end.

My sister, our friend Dan, me and hubby-to-be strolling down one of Rota's walking streets.
  

On August 15, 1989 in Gibraltar, I married my Navy man. Twenty-five years ago this week.  I will tell you I took my camera to capture this special day and I took loads of pictures.  After the wedding, I checked to see how many pictures I had left on my film only to discover I hadn't put any film in the camera.  Fortunately our friends had taken a few pics.  This is me on my wedding day 25 years ago.

Tomorrow I'll post more about Rota, Spain and a long excerpt from Touched by Midas.  Until then, ciao!

Desiree Holt gets Bare Naked!

 

What’s better than a cowboy? Why, a naked cowboy of course. And I’ve got them by the handful (and I do mean handful.) Number Four in the Naked Cowboys series is out now ready to tempt you with a hot bad boy story.
(Picture of model Taylor Cole)

To celebrate, one lucky commenter will win a copy of Naked Cowboys #1, Stark Naked.

Blurb:

Tired of the devious twists and turns of the corporate world, Georgie Zielinski takes her savings and her 401K to little Saddle Wells, Texas where she has bought a closed, rundown Bed & Breakfast. Using her knowledge of years in the hospitality business she plans to rehab the place and open her own B&B. Cade Hannigan was once on top of the world and disgustingly arrogant about it. Now he has fallen to the bottom of the barrel, working as the janitor at the Lone Star Bar and drinking himself to sleep every night. Cade loses his job at the exact moment that Georgie needs a handyman to help her with the B&B. They are a most unlikely pair, the world weary blond and the down and out cowboy, but electric sparks fly between them. As they work to bring to life the old building to life, something sexually explosive grows between them. Then Cade’s past comes back to slap him in the face and it all falls apart. It will take more than hot sex to put this couple back together. Come take a wild ride with a hot blonde and the latest naked cowboy.

Excerpt:

Cade didn’t think he’d ever been this nervous in his life, and looking at this woman didn’t help. Today she had her blonde hair up in a ponytail and worn jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt caressed a figure that made his cock want to stand up and salute. Unlike most of the women he knew, her face had a fresh quality to it and the thick blonde ponytail looked like a cascade of silk. He couldn’t say for sure, but he’d bet it was the real deal, nothing from a bottle.

But it was the crackle of electricity that snapped between them that was the real shocker. He could see she felt it too, her eyes flaring with the realization. Go figure. No makeup, a smudge of something on one cheek, and she quite literally took his breath away.

No, no, no, no. You are not putting the make on this woman. She’s your last chance. Your only chance.

She stared at him for a long moment before he saw recognition flare in her eyes and she took a step back. She was holding the handle of something that was part of some kind of machinery and she unconsciously held it up as if to ward him off.

Oh, Jesus. Those women last night had probably given her an earful about him. He was dead before he got started.

“Can I help you?”

He gave himself a mental shake, doing his best to stop gawking at her.

Be polite. Really polite.

He took off his hat and put on what he hoped was his most earnest face.

“My, um, name is Cade Hannigan.”

“I know who you are.” She was still holding that whatever-it-was in front of her.

Swell. So they had told her all about him. He’d better be plenty humble and make his case to her since his only other choice was the gutter.

“I wondered if I might speak to you for a moment.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I can’t imagine what we’d have to talk about. Now if you’ll excuse me.”

She was going to slam the door in his face. Oh, shit, shit, shit.

“I’ve never been in a position where I had to beg for anything,” he told her quickly, “but I’m begging now. For five minutes of your time. Just listen to me. If the answer’s no, I’ll turn around and drive out of here and you’ll be rid of me.”

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