Saturday, March 24, 2012

Meet my new friend!

I want to welcome a new friend to my blog today,  Rue Allyn.
Not long ago, I reached out to some of the different loops I'm on and asked if anyone would have space on their blogs for me to guest with them - to help with a new promotion. Rue stepped forward and graciously offered to have me visit with her. I so appreciated her kind gesture and support, and so I wanted you to meet her and hear about her work.

I wrote my first story around the age of five and read my first romance at the age of eight. I’ve been in love with being in love ever since. I’m happily married to my sweetheart of many, many years. We share the home of two cats, who condescend to allow me to feed them and clean their litter box. They occasionally permit me to pet them but demand my love and attention as their right. I am in awe of their feline ability to dominate with half a glance or a mere twitch of tail.
I am insatiably curious, an avid reader and traveler. I love to hear from readers about your favorite books and real life adventures. I also love my work. Seriously, what could be more fun than sharing love and adventure with all your friends. That’s what I do when I write and publish a story. I’m delighted you are here to join Mimi and me in the love of reading and writing.

I want to thank Mimi for having me as her guest here at ‘Believe.’ Just a few days of interaction with Mimi’s special brand of hope born in romantic disaster has me changing how I see heaven.Too bad I can’t say the same for the characters in my April 1, 2012 erotic romance Off Limits.Senior Chief Gunner’s Mate Hank ‘The Wall’O’Mara is as stubborn and single-minded as his nickname implies until he meets Lt. Bethany Morton and love’s irresistible force.From the start Hank and Beth are all wrong for each other, and they both know it. He’s from the working class; she’s from the elite. He loves the sea more than any woman; she loves her job more than any man—or so they think.When these opposites collide over home plate during a command baseball game the attraction is magnetic and will change their lives in ways that neither can imagine at the time

I loved writing this story, not only because I got to base some scenes on my own naval experiences but also because Hank and Beth won my heart the minute I met them.  They are both characters used to giving orders and definitely attempted to railroad my story.  In the end we all compromised, and I believe the story is better for the sacrifices made, just as our country is better off for the sacrifices our service men, women and families make on a daily basis.  While I really want you to purchase a copy of Off Limits (here’s the link to my publisher’s information about the story if you’re interested), it’s more important that you help a service member or a veteran.  Many organizations exist that channel help for our military and their families.  My personal favorite has always been the USO.  Wherever and however you choose to help.  Do it now.  Don’t wait to hear that a friend, neighbor or relative has sacrificed everything.  Last, please leave a comment and share your thoughts on this post or anything that’s on your mind.  One lucky commenter will receive a free download of my current release, The Widow’s Revenge.

A short excerpt from Chapter One of Off Limits

That’s not a batter; that’s a walking wet-dream.  Through the grid of his catcher’s mask, Senior Chief Gunner’s Mate Hank—The Wall—O’Mara watched the opposing team’s last minute addition to the roster approach the plate.  Usually, he liked his women on the long, lean side.  Small women made him feel awkward in his solid 6’ 4” frame.

For this woman, he’d put up with feeling awkward.  She had all the right pieces in all the right places—curves, bumps, satin-skin, ocean deep green eyes and dewy, pink, kiss-me-naked lips.  He licked his own lips at the thought and gave a low, soundless whistle.  

Down boy.  He crouched, holding his mitt at half-mast.  The last inning of the command fast-pitch softball championship is no time to get distracted.  From the look of the batter, we’ve got no worries.  So calm down and concentrate.  You can put your moves on her after she strikes out.  

As she settled in at the plate, Hank couldn’t help but appreciate the compact lines of the woman.  He ran his eyes boldly up her trim ankles and sleek calves, past slender thighs, and round hips to a tiny waist.  All encased in skin-hugging denim.  Above that waist, the gentle swell of her breasts arrested his inventory.  Bigger than a mouthful, smaller than a handful, they gave a pleasant distortion to the hot pink letters, L-T.-S-L-U-G-G-E-R, scrawled across her black T-shirt.  Resisting the urge to discover the exact color, shape, texture and taste of those twin mounds caused Hank no small amount of pain. 

Uh oh.  The meaning of that lushly stretched phrase finally registered.  Lt. Slugger.  Why did the wet dream have to be an officer wet dream?  

Off duty, off base, he didn’t mind an occasional outing with a female sailor, even one with bars on her collar, but he drew the line at climbing into bed with one.  Sleeping with officers was just plain stupid, and Hank wasn’t stupid.  What a shame that God created Lt. Slugger with beds in mind.  

She shifted, and her breasts swayed.  Mesmerized, Hank licked his lips again.  Somebody coughed.  Still Hank stared.  I bet she’s soft.  Real soft.
Another cough, louder this time, followed by, “Hey Wall.  Play ball, will ya.”
Hank shook his head and raised his mitt.  “Uh, yeah, sure thing Ump.”  As he lifted his gaze, he caught speculation in the Lieutenant’s misty green eyes.  He looked away and focused on flashing signals to the pitcher.   

Hank motioned for a straight pitch.  With a batter this small, the worst they’d have to sweat about was a line drive.  Even the rookie right fielder could handle that, especially with the rocket he had for an arm.  

But Hank figured he didn’t have to fret on the rookie.  The Lieutenant couldn’t possibly have much power in her slim shoulders.  Even if she hit the ball, those shapely legs weren’t long enough to carry her very far, very fast.  She’d be out before she got to first base.
He balanced on the balls of his feet and nodded to the pitcher.  The guy wound up and let go with a straight slow ball that crossed the middle of the zone.  The Lt. swung and fanned air.  The ball smacked into Hank’s mitt.  

He grinned and raised his gaze to hers.  Her eyes filled with a sea of cool assessment.  He lofted the ball toward the pitcher and cocked an eyebrow.  “Too fast, Ma’am?”  

She blinked, quirked one corner of her mouth and settled into position again, giving a sexy little wiggle to her hips.  Hank felt his jaw go slack.  She turned her head back to him.  The action rubbed pale, silky curls across her nape, just where Hank imagined placing a tiny bite.

Not me, Chief?  How about you?”  

“Uh, no Ma’am.”  His grin broadened, and he aimed a quick glance at her hips.  “You’ve got a nice swing, real smooth and easy.”  

She smiled and once more blinked spiky black lashes at him.  Her voice came at him low and inside.  “Why thank you, Chief.”

His heart skipped.  

The ump shouted, “Play ball!”  

The Lieutenant turned away and resettled her stance.  

Hank signaled for another strike.  

She tipped it back.  

The ball plopped gently into his mitt once more.  Damn, this is too easy.  “With all due respect, Ma’am, that’s our best pitcher out there.  He can’t throw ‘em much slower.”  

She gave Hank an easy grin.  “I like mine hard and fast, sailor.”  Her smoke and whiskey voice licked at his ears then bit down hard. … (read the rest of this excerpt at


  1. I love It's very personal because the person writes on behalf of their unit and gives ideas of what they need. Also, I donated money and they NEVER solicited me again (which they promise they won't). But, like you say, any helping hand is good. Great excerpt!

  2. Thank you Carly for your generosity and your comment. We can't do enough to thank our service men and women. I'll take a look at and put a link to their site on my website.

  3. I support the USO as well. Like Rue, I'm a member of - women who served, and who write Romance. Good to see you here today, my friend. :)

  4. Thanks Kayelle. Every small action helps. Our troops and sailors deserve more than we can ever give.

  5. Hey there I see that was a typo on the date. I wondered why you were posting so early lol. I stopped by enjoyed the read have a good evening. I'v ebeen moving stuff all day. Between nephew, brother-in-law and I (mainly the guys) I am now down from 2 storage units to one.

  6. Oh, Kathy, you have all my sympathy, and you still manage to read a fellow veteran's blog post. You're my hero. :)

  7. Congratulations Kayelle. You were picked as the lucky winner of Rue's book The Widow's Revenge. Thanks for leaving a comment.