Sweet Sexual Tension

Cheerleader Dad except!

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Lily twisted a golden strand of hair around her finger. He’d like to play with her hair.

When he’d put his arm around her shoulders, he’d nearly forgotten the original reason for the innocent gesture. Even through the soft outfit he’d felt the heat of her skin. If he hadn’t been stunned by his reaction to having her so close, he would probably have pulled her into his arms for a better hug. Not a good idea. Too public.

“Mr. Richmond–” she began.

“Uh,uh. My friends call me Jesse, remember?”

Her brows arched, her mouth quirked to one side. “How do I know I’ll be your friend?”

For a moment he wanted her to be more than his friend. What would she think about that?

“Mr. Richmond, you’ll probably need help getting uniform things together for Jaycee. I’ll be glad to help. You’re welcome to join Alex and me, if you wish.”

“Thanks.” He grinned at what he thought might be a favor as much as a challenge. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d shopped for girl’s stuff. He hoped he would be near his mother or sisters when the time came for bras and such. His mother had already had the talk about feminine stuff with Jaycee. Supplies purchased by Jesse’s older sister occupied their shelf in Jaycee’s bathroom. Embarrassing area of thought for an unmarried man, even one with two sisters and a mother.

Lily wondered if the red staining Jesse’s face and neck had anything to do with the fact that their knees and legs kept touching. Surely he wasn’t embarrassed by the closeness, or was he? Maybe he would have preferred to be in a more adult setting, or with a more sophisticated companion.

He probably had women trailing after him. She’d be willing to bet he knew how to please a woman. He’d know those special places to touch, to… Lily flushed as heat swept her body. She tried to avoid looking at the man who had innocently stirred her fantasies, awakening feelings long buried.

Cheerleader Dad



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“Scandal” and “The Good Wife”

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What do you watch on television? Do you watch the first show of a series based on the hype that precedes it? Are you more influenced by the premise of a show or…

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She Divorced Me Because I Left Dishes by the Sink

I could not have said it better! It goes both ways, but some spouses feel they can’t change and want the mate to make all the changes. STRANGE!

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It seems so unreasonable when you put it that way: My wife left me because sometimes I leave dishes by the sink.

It makes her seem ridiculous; and makes me seem like a victim of unfair expectations.

We like to point fingers at other things to explain why something went wrong, like when Biff Tannen crashed George McFly’s car and spilled beer on his clothes, but it was all George’s fault for not telling him the car had a blind spot.

This bad thing happened because of this, that, and the other thing. Not because of anything I did!

Sometimes I leave used drinking glasses by the kitchen sink, just inches away from the dishwasher.

It isn’t a big deal to me now. It wasn’t a big deal to me when I was married. But it WAS a big deal to her.

Every time she’d walk into the kitchen…

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Is It a New Year Already???

It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m writing a short story.

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It’s almost time to say goodbye to 2015. Where did it go? The next photos won’t have glasses!  I said goodbye to cataracts and bifocals! Mom_Porch_3072_R - Version 3 I won’t bore you with a list of my goals for 2015 and which ones I managed to accomplish, but I met all of my editing ones. I didn‘t meet all of my writing goals, but I met some of my deadlines. 

Personal goals? YERK!  Not really. My house still looks like a tornado blew through it after staying for a party. The yearly newsletter to relatives and friends?? NOPE! The usual exercise and lose some pounds and inches goal? DID NOT HAPPEN! Keep my blogs current? YOU GOTTA BE KIDDIN’! 

Have fun! YES! Get a new car? YES! Work my ass off? (That wasn’t really a goal, but I managed it!) YES!


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My New Car

I’ve always been a Ford person. A 64 1/2 Mustang has a place of honor in my garage.My Taurus finally bit the dust. After rental cars borrowed space there for more than 3 months a Mazda now sits beside that Mustang. It feels odd to own a non-Ford, like owning a non-Mac computer. (I’m a Mac person!) My daughter helped me get that Mazda sport. My brother gave me a Samsung phone and a Samsung tablet.  Mary with  new car

People who know me know I’ve needed a new car for months, maybe a year. My daughter is now selling Maserati cars in Atlanta, Ga. I like to call her a used car salesperson. She calls herself a brand specialist.  Could say no to that face?

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I can’t believe a year is almost gone or how much I did in that year. I’m still working on finishing my list of to-be-done projects, and I’m almost done!

I’ll post about that tomorrow or Thursday!

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Matt’s Christmas Angel

Matt's Christmas AngelGwen and Matt perform good deeds as their version of the 12 days of Christmas.


Sleep captured Gwen in its gentle arms and eased her into her fondest memory. She was three years old and playing in her sandbox, the one mama said had been hers once upon a time. A child she’d never seen walked up to her sandbox and stood, staring at her.

“You Gwen?” His face puckered up in a frown.

Gwen nodded slowly. “Uh huh. Who are you?”

The boy looked bigger than she was and real skinny. His glasses made him look like an owl. He carried a pail and a shovel. His light hair was short.

“Matthew Henry Simmons,” he said. He must be serious about the long name, because he wasn’t smiling.

“This is my sandbox. Wanna play?”

“Sure.” He still didn’t smile.

Gwen smiled when she thought about his red plastic bucket and shovel. She remembered the gentleness of five-year old Matt. He had been her playmate ever since. That Christmas he had told her about the Twelve Days of Christmas song he’d learned in kindergarten. He’d also taught her to count to one hundred.



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Protecting Melissa, the second in the Protecting Romance Series

Protecting Melissa is now live!

Melissa sees herself as a woman well-rid of a jerk, rather than as a widow. Since she learned the distressing news that her philandering husband swindled her neighbors and friends before an irate husband killed him in bed with his wife, she figures nothing can shock her. Right! She wants a quiet world, a safe world where she can teach and never think about the problems her husband caused.

Gabe has a lot to make up for, since he left his son and wife stateside while he served as a career Marine. In his defense, she had insisted she wanted to stay near her parents instead of traveling all over the world. Time and distance worked their magic, and he and his wife drifted apart, just as he and his son did. The years he nursed her and tried to be a better father weren’t enough to make up for not being there for her when she learned she had cancer.

Of all the things Melissa would have expected, seeing her old crush standing in her classroom door hadn’t made the list. Having him hang around and flirt outrageously would have been wonderful when she trailed around him and her brother. Now it didn’t make her happy.

Gabe’s need to protect his best friend’s baby sister kicks in when they leave a high school basketball game to find someone has slashed the tires on her vintage Mustang. Emails sending photos of her nude or looking way too sexy scare her so much he knows he can’t leave her until he finds who is responsible and who wants to harm her.

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