I Made That Face

Hello again

Just wanted to share a little something I wrote on one of those Monday afternoons, when you have so much to do but your little one is fighting their sleep...

I have this little boy
who likes to fight his sleep
I have tried everything
even counting sheep

He twists and turns
he just wont give in
I tug my hair and realise
it really has gone thin

"Come and have some milk"
and I offer him my breast
His big toothy grin melts my heart
as he says "Mum you're the best"

I sit back and get comfy
as he cuddles up close
"Mummy's magic milk
go on son take your dose."

His eyes begin to close
as he struggles to stay awake
I look on with open eyes
another memory to take

He's had his fill
this I truly know
as his head tilts backwards
and then he lets me go

Eyes closed peacefully
breathing a steady pace
I fill with love and pride
and say "I'm glad I made that face."

Hope you liked it.

Until next time, take care

J.P. Stevens
xXx

Tantalizing Tuesday - Romance in the Woods

It's Tantalizing Tuesday Time :-)

This weeks picture  of inspiration was taken from Pinterest.

So without further ado, here are my 200 words exactly:


Her heals clicked along the path but he could still hear his heart thumping. For a moment he worried she would be able to hear it. He squeezed her hand playfully as they walked, her head resting on his shoulder.

She looked up at him. Her dark eyes melting right to his soul.

“You ok?” She asked as her forehead furrowed.

He knew it was now or never. He hadn’t meant for this to happen. After all they were just having fun, nothing serious they had said to each other in the beginning.

“Kate,” he said as he brought their walk to a halt. “There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

He saw the change in her eyes and wanted to kick himself. Perhaps now wasn’t the right time he thought.

“What is it, George?”

Now he had no choice, he would have to come clean.

“kate, I uh er… I don’t quite know where to start.”

She just looked back at him with cold eyes and he knew it was all going horribly wrong.

“The thing is. Well these last eight weeks have been great. But I have fallen in love with you. Will you marry me?”



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Until next time, take care.

J.P. Stevens
xXx

After affects of a car crash

Goodness me I didn't realise so much time had passed since I have been on here. I can't even tell you exactly what I have been doing either. Well apart from colds/flue, collapsed lung, Chicken pox and a car accident, you know the norm.

Well the accident wasn't really nor and to be honest it has left me and my eldest son a little traumatised. I need to get this off my chest so please bare with me.

Just over three weeks ago I dropped my daughter off at another school, as she was taking part in a school sing off. I was on my way back home with my six year old boy, who was off school with chicken pox, and my nineteen month old baby, driving down a country road. The weather was much like today (hence my need to write about it now), grey, drizzly fog making the roads all slippery and visibility poor.

We were driving up a hill when a car came around the corner too fast and headed towards the high and dense verge. In their attempt to avoid the verge, they turned the steering wheel hard and fast in he other direction, causing the car to venture onto my side of the road.

I slowed down, looking for somewhere to go, but with trees either side of the road, I was stuck.

By this time, the driver was still fighting to control the car and was heading back onto their side of the road, heading straight for the trees. I saw the woman turn the steering wheel again and I knew she was going to hit me. All I could do was say "Sorry Boy's."

It was the smell of smoke that made me open my eyes. I don't think I lost consciousness, but it took a few moments to remember what had happened before and for the realisation that I had been hit, to sink in. The air bags had deployed and my nose felt like it was bleeding, my hand burned and was quite sore. I heard my baby and my older son crying and knew I had to get them out of the car to safety.

As I was getting my boy's out of the car, the driver of the other car also got out and three children, two of which were not hers, screaming and clearly very shaken up. She was just standing in the middle of the road with these children around her. I told her to bring the children over with me, upon to the verge out of the way of any cars that may come around the bend. Then I called the police.

I knew my car wouldn't drive anywhere and we were both completely blocking the road. I didn't actually know where I was and the signal was crap. A lady pulled up behind me and got out of her car. The relief I felt when I saw it was another mother from my children's school. She was able to talk to the police while I tended to my boy's, making sure they were not hurt.

I then called my hubby to come and get us, trying to convince him it wasn't that bad. Who was I kidding. I had to take pictures of the car and as I walked around the front to see the damage for the first time, I cried.

I don't know if my tears where relief that we had got out ok, or the fear of how much worse it could have been if we weren't sensible and wore our seatbelts. Possibly both.

The police arrived shortly after that. They were with the other driver mostly, taking her statement, but eventually it was my turn. My son asked if I was going to get arrested lol Bless him. I gave a statement and took a breath test. The very inconsiderate officer told me I could keep the plastic bit as a souvenir... As if I want one. Little did I know at the time that the after affects of the crash would be all the souvenir I would need.

The driver was late getting the children to school, and although the road is a 60mph, she didn't take into consideration the bad weather conditions, or notice of the sharp bend. As a result she caused a totally unnecessary crash.

I didn't think the crash would cause such a mental scar to both my son's and myself.

In the days followed, my baby would cry and ask to get out of the car when we drove down a tree lined street. My older son kept talking about car crashes and what would happen with various vehicles crashing. For example a lorry and a car, would someone die? Every time I heard him talking, or my baby cry, I got angry with the lady. When a car drives slightly on my side of the road to over take a parked vehicle, my son asks if we are going to crash. He tells me his throat swells up and he can't breath for a second. It just breaks my heart that he is suffering so much but I understand exactly how he feels, I am exactly the same. I find myself holding my breath, or holding on to the steering wheel so tight my hands cramp. I cry when I am a passenger because I don't have control of the car. Today the weather is so similar to the morning of the accident and I cried again. My son was nervous in the car and reliving the incident all over again.  It just isn't fair.

All of our physical injuries are soft tissue and will heal in time, but I fear the mental scars are deep and will last a long time. I didn't cause the accident, but I couldn't protect my boys either. That's the hardest thing. I had to sit and watch this driver head straight for us and there was nothing I could do to avoid it.

I'm sure in time we will cope better, but I hope that we, or anyone I know, never has to experience this.

So my parting message. If you are a driver who takes risks, ask yourself, "Is it really worth it?" The children in the other car have it far worse than mine. Their trauma started the moment she lost control of the car. Could you live with yourself inflicting such mental trauma on innocent people?

J.P. Stevens
xXx

Jorja Lovett Take over - The Department Store

Hello all, hope you are all in good heath.

Tis the season to be giving, and so today, I give you Jorja Lovett and her new book, The Department Store.

The Department Store – Four floors of steamy romance

Book One - Ground Floor: Toys & Games

Thanks for having me here today to share my new release. I've always found something romantic about those old department stores and I'm having so much fun writing this series. Each book will focus on one floor Kelsey's store and the hot encounters between staff and customer. As Toys & Games suggests, book one is the tale of one couple having a little fun outside working hours…

Blurb

Jen is the new girl in the toy store but it's not long before the boss' son Jamie teaches her how to play.

Recently bereaved, Jen White hopes her new job in the toy shop at Kelsey's Department Store is a fresh start. One ripped pair of stockings later, she catches the eye of the boss' son, Jamie. She's not looking to replace her partner but he soon makes her realise she doesn't want to spend the rest of her life celibate. And die a virgin.

Jamie Kelsey's a screw up. Well his father still thinks so, even after he's tried to make amends for losing the family's fortune. The store's in trouble but with his father still stuck in the dark ages and refusing his help, he's worried it's too late. With a little help from their newest employee, he starts to make his mark on the store. He's sworn off women to concentrate on his career but when Jen comes to him looking to further her sexual education, it's an offer he can't refuse.

 

Excerpt

“I thought you might need these.” The deep voice over her shoulder almost sent her sprawling on the floor.

“Pardon?” She looked up into a pair of mischievous green eyes.

The handsome owner of the sparkly peepers extended a hand towards her, holding a small package.

“What’s this?” Jen wondered if he’d mistaken her for someone else, and took a cursory glance at what he was offering—a pair of nude silk stockings.

“I saw you had a mishap with yours this morning.” A smirk spread across his face.

“I did. How did you—?” As the implications of his words sank in, Jen’s cheeks burned. She had been certain no one had witnessed her moment of indiscretion.

“Take them.” He waved them under her nose again. She would’ve refused except her legs were so pale they were almost transparent and she needed something to cover them up.

“Thanks.” She accepted the stockings but it didn’t make up for the free peep show she’d inadvertently invited him to. “But you really shouldn’t be hanging around corners spying on women. You could get arrested for that you know.”

The smirk stretched to a gorgeous beaming smile. “And maybe you shouldn’t be flashing everything you’ve got in front of a window if you don’t want people to look. Glass is see through you know.”

Jen groaned at her own foolishness, wishing this day from hell would end already. “Well, you’ve had your laugh at my expense. Thank you for the stockings, but I have work to do.”

He held his hands out wide in a gesture of surrender. “Hey, I can promise you I wasn’t laughing. And I certainly didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. The opposite actually, I was trying to save your blushes, but I see that’s backfired.”

She got to her feet but it didn’t put her at any more of an advantage as he still towered over her, dressed impeccably to boot. The expensive charcoal grey suit said ‘management’ which could only heap more embarrassment on her if he was more than a well-to-do customer. “I apologise if I sound rude but it’s my first day. And so far, it’s not going well.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’ll leave you to get dressed in private this time, and good luck with the job.” Mr Suave swept away, leaving her gift and the smell of his spicy cologne behind.

It took a moment for Jen to come back down to earth, with a little help from her big sis.

“What did he say to you?” Kelly bustled over eager for gossip.

“He gave me these.” Jen held out the stockings reverently like someone had left her in charge of the Crown Jewels.

“Oh my goodness! That could be a strike against you for not wearing the appropriate uniform.” Kelly held her hand to her mouth in horror.

“What business is it of his anyway?” It might be a while since she last interacted with the general public, but Jen didn’t think her bare legs warranted anyone taking that level of offence to report her.

The look of derision from her sibling told her she’d made yet another monumental cock-up. “That’s Jamie Kelsey, the boss’ son, you’re rubbing up the wrong way. Let me tell you girl, if you’ve caught his eye then you’re in serious trouble. That man treats the female staff like his own personal pick ’n mix.”

A tremble rippled through Jen’s limbs. If that was the case, she hoped she was the sour cherry that wasn’t quite to his taste.

 

 

Available Now from Totally Bound

 

Author Bio:

Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn't until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.

Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.

 

Author Links: Facebook, Twitter, Blog, Website

I hope you enjoyed this little gift. Until next time, take care.

 

J.P. Stevens

xXx

Sexy Snippets - Borrowed Times Part Two

Hello, and welcome back to this weeks sexy snippet.  I thought I would pick up from where we left off last week.  So here are my seven sentences.

He was slow, teasing as he kissed her as softly as the water fell. It was like magic, caught somewhere between sense and sensibility, where nothing else mattered he felt her let herself go. 

Her heart beating faster she pulled him closer and kissed him deeper. So in tune with what she wanted he gave everything he had, and she took it all.  The more she took the more she gave him in return, which made him give again.  Soon they were both lost in desperation, neither one in control of their body or mind.

 

Deep and fast and still they craved more until the heat flashed through them, throbbing through every ounce of their blood as their climax took hold.  There were words spoken in lovers muffles and a cry for God somewhere in the room as Charlotte leaned back against the shower wall for support and he rested his head on her shoulder. 

 

Hope you enjoyed this weeks snippet, please leave a comment, I love reading them.

 

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Until next time, take care.

 

J.P. Stevens

xXx

Sexy Snippets - Borrowed Times

 

 

Hello all. So sorry it has been a while since my last blog. I wont bore you with the details on how my tablet wouldn't cut from one app and paste into another, or how just being a mother took priority. Not even how my lack of inspiration for NaNo has left me feeling glum and uninspired to write anything.
 
 
So today I am going right back to the very beginning of my writing and bringing you seven sentences from my first ever manuscript, Borrowed Times.
 
 
She couldn’t help but laugh at his boyish charm, that being one of the many things that had attracted her to him in the first place. He kissed her softly, teasing, as the warm water spray ran down her back adding to her arousal. 
 
His hands moving hungrily to her breast where her now wet camisole clung to her body like a second layer of skin, highlighting exactly where her nipples begged to be touched. Aidan deepened the kiss as he pushed her back against the shower wall. 
 
She felt him hard against her groin sending more heat waving through her. Her vision completely hazed, so much so she could hardly tell if her eyes were open or closed.
 
Charlotte scraped her nails down his back making him arch into her so she could feel more of his hardness press against her crutch. She gripped his arse to hold him as she started to grind her hips into his.
 
I hope you like this snippet, please leave a comment as I love hearing your feedback. Also don't forget to pop over to all the other Authors taking part. Just follow this link:
 
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Well that's all for this week, and now that my laptop is back in full working order, I will be back next week with another snippet. Until then, take care.
 
J.P. Stevens
xXx

Jorja Lovett - Take over

Hello folks, so glad you could join me today. I have a special guest, Jorja Lovett here today, talking about the fantastic book two of The Wild Irish Wolves - Wolf on the Run. If you have read the first one, then I know that you are just as keen on hearing about the second. If you haven't read the first one - Wolf on the Hill, I highly recommend you do.

Just look at this cover:

Stunning hey? Well, without further ado, I'll hand over to Jorja:

Thanks for having me today to share my new release, The Wolf on the Run, book two in my series, The Wild Irish Wolves. I love my Olcan Hills pack and hopefully my readers will have the same passion for Rory and co too.

The Wolf on the Run – Jorja Lovett

Short Blurb:


Alpha Rory is determined to protect his pack, including feisty Naomi. How can he get close when she's intent on facing her demons alone?
Long Blurb:


As a police officer and Alpha of the Olcan Hills' pack, being a protector is in Rory Blake's DNA.

When Naomi Duffy turned up heavily pregnant and alone, Rory's natural instinct was to look after her. However, her fierce need for independence over the years has ensured they've never been anything more than friends.

Naomi has spent too long trying to keep her daughter safe to jeopardise everything for a fling. But, when her past threatens to catch up with her, Rory is the only person she trusts with her life.

Thrown together, the couple finally succumb to their passion and it's all too easy to forget the danger lurking in the hills.

Do Rory and Naomi have a future together, or will secrets from the past tear them apart?


Excerpt:

Naomi came after Rory, pitting her stealthy grace against his sheer power. In his peripheral vision, he could see the wisps of her breath spiralling into the cold air as she forged ahead, determined to catch him. Rory snorted, sending his own white breath curling up into the atmosphere.

He led her over the hills, their claws making short work of carving up the cold, hard terrain. Naomi never lost ground. Even when he made a turn towards the woods on the boundary, she kept pace.

The chase awakened something deep inside him—that animal freedom with no responsibilities except the survival of himself and his pack. The spiky silhouettes of barren trees lined his path, like broad strokes of a black marker pen scratched against the silver sky.

He dodged in and out, never slowing, with Naomi always in pursuit. Occasionally, a pair of woodland eyes blinked at him from the darkness—a rabbit, a fox, observing their bizarre courtship.

Rory had no doubt the exhilaration of their illicit run would end in wild sex between him and Naomi. It was like a very enthusiastic bout of foreplay without actual touching.

They crunched through the leaf-littered forest floor until he tired of being the hunted. He looped back the way they came and stopped in a clearing. In all aspects of life he preferred to be the one doing the chasing, but at this moment in time he wanted nothing more than to be caught.

He shifted back into his naked, horny self. Naomi came to a skidding halt seconds later, scooting a bundle of leaves over his bare feet. "You can run, wolf lady, I'll give you that. Now can we go back to bed?"

She shifted back to stand beautifully naked before him. "Not until you say it."

"Say what?" He was hard as hell and ready for round two.

"That I’m as good as you." She gave him a flirty smile. One which said she was looking forward to the future rather than staring back at the past. The run had obviously done wonders for her too.

"That was probably a fluke. I don’t think you could keep up with me on a normal day. You know, one where you haven’t seduced me on top of a car boot and made me carry you home first." The play fighting wasn’t limited to their animal personas. Not when it proved such a turn on. Human or wolf, the scent of Naomi’s arousal would always draw him to her.

"I didn’t hear you complaining at the time. But, if you’re tired, just say and we’ll call it a night." She shrugged her shoulders, making her boobs jiggle enough to bring his erection to full strength once more.

He stepped forward and brushed her wild hair from her face. "I’ll never be too tired for you, Naomi. I’ll race you back. This time the winner stays on top."

She grinned, eyes twinkling as bright as the stars. "You’re on."

This was one race he intended to lose.
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Author Bio:
Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn't until she joined her crit group, UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.

Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.
  
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