Days go by so quickly this time of year. There’s so much to do to get ready for fall. So many things I want to…NEED to…accomplish. Unfortunately, the thing that gets pushed aside is the thing that I love the most (besides my family and friends, of course.) It’s writing. Where does all my writing time disappear to?
Two weeks ago, I promised myself to have my work in progress finished and sent to my editor in seven days. Doing the math, I’m a week behind schedule. While it’s true, I can’t rush the creative process, there hasn’t been any creative process. Or at least, there’s been very little. Too much going on in my life.
Kick walked into the bedroom a couple days ago and took a look around. “We need a new headboard,” he said, staring at the hand-me-down we’ve been using for years. “Want to go shopping?”
I made the decision right then that I have to say no to a few things if I want to make time for writing. “Why don’t you find one online, and we’ll order it?”
His brow wrinkled. He sat me on the bed and eased down next to me. “You feeling okay?”
I had to laugh. Me, not wanting to shop for furniture, is a totally new and alien concept for both of us. I took a few moments to explain how life had been stealing time from me, and I have to give up a few things…favorite things…to achieve my writing goals.
*sigh* I love that man! He’s taking over the headboard search, he’s promised to take over a few of my chores, and will distract the family for a few hours a week so I can go into writing lockdown. You can’t imagine how much I’m looking forward to it.
Here’s an excerpt of what I’m working on right now. It’s a ménage (my first) and it’s gotten very hot as I reach the end of the story.
Megan paced her suite at five minutes to six the next evening. She’d spent last night and most of the day going over everything the McGatlin brothers had said. There was only one thing they could have meant. A threesome. Earlier, when she’d realized she couldn’t concentrate on the convention any longer, she’d snuck out of the convention and found a sexy, spaghetti strap red dress to wear tonight. Now, with her black pumps and purse, her hair hanging straight and long, she felt like an evil temptress. Was she so sexy that she’d seduced two men into sharing her?
She laughed. “No effing way.” They must have done this before. But what made them want to have the same woman? Some kind of brotherhood thing that women couldn’t comprehend?
Could she do this? Could she be with two men? Two brothers? Her whole body tingled. A Megan sandwich, two outrageously sexy men pressing against her. Loving her, making her scream…which name would she scream?
At the ring of the doorbell, she jumped and dropped her shawl. Jeez, that bode well for the rest of the evening.
Calming her racing heart, she opened the door to two breathtaking studs. Trey in a dark western-cut suit and shiny black cowboy boots, Garret in a sleek, gray Italian suit and expensive loafers.
Their twin smiles did a lot to calm her frayed nerves.
“May we come in?”
“Um…” They’d come in, press their bodies to hers, kissing, feeling, stripping, licking, sucking, fucking.
“No!” She cleared her throat. “Sorry. Should we just get going?”
The men exchanged knowing looks and turned, holding out their bent arms to her.
She grabbed her purse and slipped her hand through each one’s arm and held on for the ride of her life.
The restaurant was amazing. They sat in a big, half-circle booth, with her in the middle, of course, and both men did their best to charm her and seduce her. Desire kept her hot and juiced, and her excitement level spiked to lustful when one of them nibbled at her wrist or the other played with her earring.
When the desserts came, Garret held out his fork to her with a bite of his chocolate cheesecake. “Over the years, Trey and I have grown to enjoy different things in life.”
She took the dark, creamy sweet into her mouth and held it for a moment, enjoying the flavor before she chewed and swallowed.
Trey offered a forkful of pecan pie. “We’ve also learned that we have the exact same taste in some things.”
She ate the gooey pie, savoring it slowly.
“Like women,” Trey continued. “In middle and high school, we’d fight over girls because we had to have the one the other liked.”
Garret slid his hand up her thigh, just under her dress.
Megan’s pussy flooded with warmth and her breath came shallow.
Garret leaned close, his clean, citrus scent drifted over her. “We’d steal each other’s girlfriends until it got to the point where no one would date us because they knew the other one would be after them.”
Trey slipped his hand up her other thigh.
Her eyes drifted closed, savoring the feeling.
“Finally, after Garret got a place in LA, and I went to visit, his girlfriend offered to…”
“To do both of you?” she whispered, almost afraid of the naughty words.
Their hands eased her thighs apart. Trey’s fingers eased up her inner thigh, hot and demanding, until it brushed softly against her thong, against her bare cunt.
Garret’s hand slid under her thigh and his fingers found the crevice between her butt cheeks. Oh, jeez, was he going to touch her there?
“Is the lady feeling well?”
Megan opened her eyes.
Their waiter watched her, his head tilted to the side. “I’m not feeling well enough to finish dessert. Here.” She glanced at Trey and Garret.
Their wicked smiles nearly made her laugh.
Garret pulled out his wallet and handed the man a credit card. “Box these up.” He gestured to the desserts. “Make it fast, and your tip doubles.”
“Yes, sir.” The man nearly ran across the restaurant.
Megan looked at the two men, both so gorgeously handsome, both so interesting and kind. Sexy and funny. If she had to choose, she didn’t know which one she’d go for. Trey was quiet and humble. Garret had a cocky side, but deep down he was vulnerable and kind.
She still couldn’t believe it. She didn’t have to choose. A short walk back to the hotel, and a long night of decadence.
Within minutes, they were in the glass elevator of their hotel heading upward toward the 37th floor. Her body shimmered with sensual expectation, her head muzzy with the thrill of the unknown.
Trey took her arms and turned her to him. “How do you feel about this? Really?”
She had to blink a few times to regain some brain function. “About?” She wanted to hear him say it, make sure it wasn’t all a misunderstanding.
Garret moved in behind her, pressing his hips, and a hard piece of man flesh against her ass. His hands slid from her waist to her stomach. “We both want you. At the same time.”
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Here’s where I need your help. I’m stuck on the title. Megan is a graphic artist, drawing comic book super heroes. Trey is a rancher from Texas, and his brother, Garret, is an action movie super-star. What clever title can you come up with?
Have a great day!
Randi “Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
Turn Up the Heat, Chase and Seduction, and Her Cowboy Stud are available at The Wild Rose Press and Amazon
Cowboy Bad Boys is available in digital format at Smashwords and Amazon
and in paperback from Createspace and at Amazon
Cowboy Lust is available in paperback and Kindle format at Amazon