As a busy writer who spends her days writing and her evenings doing promo it's important that I have a support staff. I don't sit at a desk like I'm sure most of you do, my office is my La-Z-boy recliner. I kid you not. I have a human editor, for obvious reasons, but my daily support staff is my four furry felines. At any time when I'm busy typing away in my chair I have at least two of them somewhere on me.
Jezzie, my little 8lb black cat is always cuddled on top of my leg right next to the arm of the chair. Once in a while she tries to help me by resting her head on my computer, and I have a picture of her actually typing a page. She fell asleep with her paw on one of the letters.
Bearcat, my 16lb black cat usually takes the other leg and arm of my chair. He likes to keep me on my toes by trying to sneak sips of whatever drink I have on the table next to me. It's usually coffee or tea. Once in a while I don't catch him before he's stuck his nose in my cup and taken a drink.
Gin Gin, my 22 pound calico is too big to cozy up to me, however she's claimed the foot rest between my legs when I recline. I'd like to say she keeps the others in line but she's actually the big baby in the group.
Woofy, my little 10lb gray tabby is sweet, and caring, and loves the others. He's the vocal one in the group and I think he delegates to the others because he usually stays away during the day when I'm working. He'll come around at night time though and his spot is cuddled up next to Jezzie.
Sometimes it's hard working when I have to sit and type with my arms pressed against my sides but I've gotten used to it, as long as my support staff aren't inconvenienced. I wouldn't know what to do without them.
They were a great help, in emotional support anyway, in helping me write RUTHLESS, Nomad Outlaws Trilogy Book 1, without a cliffhanger. I hate cliffhangers! The hero in this book, Rebel, made brief appearances in Wild Marauders MC and The Sentinels. It's scheduled to be released on 1/1/18 but I may get it out a little earlier. Pre-order is available. The blurb and a brief excerpt are below.
Blurb - Four years ago Rebel claimed Ginger to keep them both alive. Then she disappeared. Bike week at Daytona Beach brings them back together. He's a nomad. Dangerous. A ruthless killer. But he's her addiction, and she's his.
Excerpt - I grabbed Ginger by the hand and pulled her out of the room, down the hall and to the bathroom. Her resistance was futile, her fear unimportant. I knew what I had to do, and if she were smart, she'd realize it, too. If she wanted to live. I opened the bathroom door and yanked her inside, thankful that I found it empty. It was filthy, but better than nothing, and it had a shower that everyone used when they felt the need to be clean, which wasn't often.
Ginger spun around when I shut the door, the look of a trapped animal in her pretty blues. I ignored her growing terror, steeling myself for what I had to do. Even behind closed doors I had to make it real, had to be convincing that I was an unfeeling bastard. I saw her swallow, could see her tits rising and falling rapidly as the fear of the unknown overwhelmed her. She was expecting the worst, preparing herself to do whatever she had to do to survive.
"Take off your clothes." I kept my tone harsh, indifferent to her growing panic.
She shook her head vigorously and stepped back, slamming hard against the cracked porcelain sink. A nervous cry escaped her, and her eyes were wild as she took in her surroundings and realized that there was no escape. Her gaze touched on the door behind me before meeting my eyes.
"Please?"
"Take off your damn clothes," I said in an uncaring, demanding tone. "You're filthy, and not in a way that gets me hard. Now undress." I removed my cut and the t-shirt beneath it. "In fact, I think I'll join you." Her eyes nearly popped out of her head at that. "If you're not undressed by the time I'm out of my clothes, you won't like the consequences." I kicked off my boots as my hands went to the front of my pants.
As I’d expected she would, Ginger's small hands began to unbutton her blouse. Slowly she began to expose enticing, creamy skin to my wandering eyes. I undid my pants. She lowered her gaze to the floor and turned around before reluctantly removing the garment. I let her have her moment of modesty before I looked into the mirror in front of her.
I'm a grandma who enjoys reading and writing smut. I live in Florida with my daughter's family, and 4 furry cats whose main goal in life is getting as much hair on the furniture as they can.
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