On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress, as part of Six Sentence Sunday.
WARNING: THIS WEEK'S SIX CONTAINS ADULT SITUATIONS AND LANGUAGE

Here's another six comes from my work in progress, DISGRACED COWBOYS--Book 3 of the Lone Wolves of Shay Falls series.

The smile Marcus unleashed caught her completely off balance. “I ain't aimin' to pay you for sex, darlin'. When I have you, it’ll be because you’re beggin’ me for it.”

Cocky bastard, saying “when” as though getting her in bed was some sort of predestined certainty.

“Clearly you don’t know me if you think I'd ever beg a guy for sex,” Brandi said, reaching down to unconsciously finger the spiral tattoo on her hip.

“Oh, I know a fact or two that might surprise you.”

Weird Holiday Wednesday
The first Wednesday of each month I'll be posting a list of just a few of the fun, lesser known, and possibly wacky holidays out there. Enjoy!

October Holidays:

6: Mad Hatter Day
17: National Clean Your Virtual Desktop Day
29: Internet Day

It's Too Yummy Tuesday!
On select Tuesdays I'll share delicious recipes inspired by my books, or those of some special guest authors! Today I welcome Kellie Kamryn, who shares her recipe for Red Velvet Cake!

Everyone needs cake at a birthday party, and Missy Harder is no different even though she wishes she wasn't celebrating with her zany family.


Recipe for Red Velvet Cake

Cake Ingredients:

1/2 cup of butter/margarine
1 -1/2 cups white sugar
2 eggs
2 tablespoon of cocoa
1/4 cup red food coloring
1 teaspoon salt
2 1/2 cups of flour
1 cup of buttermilk
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon vinegar

Directions:

1.Cream butter/margaring thoroughly. Add sugar gradually, and cream 'til fluffy. Add eggs 1 at a time, beating after each addition.
2. Make a paste of the cocoa, food coloring and salt. Add to the butter mixture.
3. Mix vanilla with the buttermilk.
4. Mix the baking soda with vingegar.
5. Fold the buttermilk mixture in with the soda/vinegar mixture.
6. Add flour alternately with the buttermilk mixture - start and end with the flour. Mix 'til smooth. Pour into 2 9" or 1 13"x9" greased and floured cake pans. Bake at 350F for 35-40 min.

Icing
Ingredients

5 tablespoons of flour
1 cup of icing sugar
1 cup of milk
1 cup of butter, softened
1 teaspoon of vanilla

Directions:

1. Make a paste with the flour and some of the milk in a saucepan. Mix the rest of the milk in with the paste 'til smooth. Cook over medium heat until thick. Let cool well so it won't melt the butter.
2. Cream the rest of the ingredients with an electric mixer. Add the cooled flour mixture 1 teaspoon at a time to make sure the icing is smooth and fluffy.


MONKEYS, SEX AND OTHER BIRTHDAY SURPRISES
by Kellie Kamryn
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Blurb: Missy Harder is reluctant to ruin a good thing and meet with her on-line lover, Sam Kentley, in person. Sam is dying to see if the connection they have is real. Humiliated in front of Sam by her brother's pet capuchin at her surprise birthday party, she wants nothing more than to be left alone. But when Sam refuses to leave her to her misery, they both learn that humor will get you through anything, and sometimes great sex and love sneak up on you when you least expect it.

Excerpt (Rated R):

“Quite a party,” he commented.

“Quite. It’s not every day my family descends on me, conspires to have me meet my dream man in person, only to humiliate me in front of him. Several times.” She shoved a forkful into her mouth. Then she pointed the fork at him. “That’s not true,” she said, through a mouthful. "They descend on me and humiliate me all the time. Just not in front of a man I really like.”

His heart, not to mention another organ vital to sex, swelled with pride. “You mean that?” he asked, slicing off another piece.

She blinked at him as if she didn’t understand. “Mean what?”

His ego deflated a little at having to spell it out for her. “A man you really like.”

She waved her fork nonchalantly, but spots of color appeared on her cheeks. “Well, yeah. Why do you think I’ve been so cautious? I wanted everything to be perfect so that when we met you wouldn’t run away.”

“If you haven’t noticed, I’m not running. Besides, normal is boring.”

“And there’s food. What man wouldn’t stay for cake?”

“I only want your cake.”

“There’s more in the kitchen.”

“Can I eat it from between your thighs?”

She choked on a mouthful, and he patted her on the back.

“Sorry, but you did promise we’d get to fuck later,” he said, his voice low so only she could hear. “I thought you might let me enjoy two things at once.” He nudged her elbow with his.

This time, she snorted. He found it endearing that she was just herself. No pretense, no bullshit, just one hundred percent Missy.

Missy looked him square in the eye. “I thought you were watching your weight?”

He looked at his belly and gave it a pat. “Still there. Besides, I’m allowed a treat on a special occasion.”

“Yeah, I don’t have a birthday every day.”

“Or birthday sex,” he said in all seriousness. “I’m happy to oblige.”

She laughed aloud. “Are you always so forward? I’ve been under the impression that you were a considerate man.”

He slung an arm around her and hugged her to his side. “You bring out my wild and crazy side.”

Missy leaned her forehead into the side of his head. A small gesture had never felt so right. The heat from the sigh she let out against his cheek sent the blood racing through his veins. He wanted her in the worst way and hoped she wanted him too. But it wasn’t only sex now that he wanted. A lifetime of craziness began to sound better by the minute.

The sound of a shrieking monkey made him draw away from her and not a minute too soon. A blur of flying fur obscured his vision before Scottie latched onto his head. The little shit grabbed hold of his hair with one hand and began beating him with a tiny fist as his small toes dug into the sides of his neck. Sam swore, but his curse muffled by monkey fur.

“Scottie, no!” Missy yelled as she took hold of the capuchin’s mid-section in an attempt to extract him from Sam’s face.

By this time, all the party guests were throwing out suggestions, and a couple of them were reaching to help. Scottie shrieked again and pounded harder on Sam’s skull. Sam grabbed onto his legs, but Scottie had his hair by the fistful, not about to let go.

“Nobody touch him,” Missy instructed, and the room quieted. She crooned to him, and he immediately calmed, his cries changing from irate screeches to angry chirps. “It’s okay, Scottie. Let go of Sam. He won’t hurt me.”

With one last yank, Scottie let go of his grip on Sam’s head and allowed Missy to draw him into the safety of her bosom. Sam didn’t know a monkey could glare, but the evil expression Scottie sent his way definitely said, back off or I’ll do it again.

Missy stroked Scottie’s back. “I’m so sorry, Sam. I don’t know what got into him.”

Max spoke from beside her. “You sure you washed off all the monkey piss? He marked his territory, you know. When Sam put an arm around you, he went ballistic.”

“Ew.” Missy held Scottie away from her, and Max scooped him up. “That’s right. How
could I forget?”

Sam startled in surprise when Scottie stuck his tongue out at him. “Seems as if I have competition.”

Find out more about Kellie Kamryn and her books at:
www.kelliekamryn.com or www.kelliekamryn.blogspot.com