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While you wait…an adult excerpt

Lace Daltyn here. The first book in my new series, Secrets, is due out later this month. I’ve been working on these stories for forever, I think. A while back, I finished the edits on the fifth and final book and just sat there, not knowing what to do. I felt lost for a while, not sure what my next project would be, not wanting to let go of these characters I’d spent so much time with.

Of course, then the promotion wagon started rolling and I had to slap myself back into the game and get moving. So here I am. And, since Masquerade, the flagship story in my Secrets series, isn’t quite ready for the high seas yet, here’s another story of mine. In fact, this story is where I came up with my tagline, It’s all about the kiss. Here’s the scene from that story that made me realize just how much I like kisses. Sigh. Forever-Men-BANNER

Excerpt from Forever Men:

“Anytime.” He reached up and, using his thumb, wiped some of the tears from her cheek.

“I must look awful.”

“You look beautiful,” he whispered.

As he gazed into eyes that invaded his days and nights, Desi stared back, her eyes wide and questioning.

He was going to kiss her. He shouldn’t. It was a betrayal of the worst kind.

She opened her mouth. Just enough to sigh. And it was his undoing.

He lowered his head, unable to stop himself.

The first touch beat out all of his imaginings. Nothing else mattered but the sweet taste of her. His lips trembled as they moved over hers. Everything missing in his life coalesced into this one moment of heaven. He was being pulled in by euphoric quicksand, and he sighed and let go. He was sunk.

When he tangled his fingers in her hair, her hands moved up his back and tightened. He deepened the kiss, asking for more.

She opened her mouth to him, and he almost cried out. He reached for her with his tongue, and they moved in a slow-motion tango that hardened him beyond anything he’d ever felt before. He could feel his heart beating fast and hard. And the faint thump-thump of her heart in concert with his.

Matt caressed his way down her back, then pulled her hips in tight to his need. She lifted a leg and wrapped it around him as his hand moved to cup a breast.

Desi groaned and leaned back into his supporting arm, allowing him room. He ran his thumb over a nipple he could tell was stiff with need, even through her bra and t-shirt.

He lowered his mouth and sucked her clothed breast. Unsure if the low moan had come from her or from him, he shifted to lift her t-shirt. She urged his hand to hurry.

The front clasp to her bra had him cheering inside. He undid it easily and moved it aside. Finally, he was again able to gaze on breasts that had haunted him since the first day he came on site.

She shifted, moving closer to him. He held her away, lost in the beauty of her. When he lowered his head, he could have sworn he heard her murmur a “thank God”.

He kissed a rosy nipple and felt it pebble more beneath his tongue. He swirled under, over, around. Then he drew more of her in. There was nothing else but her … with him … here in the driveway.

He paused, and she moaned. Lifting his head, he realized they were in broad daylight, out in the middle of the construction project.

“We need to find some privacy,” he said.

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Stick Figures

Hi, again. Lace Daltyn here. Driving down the street, how many times do you see stick figures on the backs of cars? I love them, especially since I’m seeing more character to the, um, characters. People are adding soccer balls, or ballet shoes, whatever their passion is. Oooh, I need to find a book to put on my car.

I’ve also seen this taken to extremes. The other day, there was a car with Dad, Mom, 5 kids, 3 dogs, 2 cats, and something I couldn’t quite distinguish at the end. I have to say, sometimes it borders on the ridiculous. Which is why, when I saw this this while at a stop light, I HAD to take a picture (sorry if it’s a little blurry). I sat there cracking up, all by myself in my car. (I must have looked like a crazy person.)
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I’ve got to work that into a story somehow. Although, without the visual, it probably wouldn’t work.

The first story in my new series, Secrets, should be out later this month. Masquerade is about finding lost love, and shedding the baggage of confidences never told. Here’s a quick blurb about Beth’s story:

Secrets 1: Masquerade

Frigid bitch. The words seep into Beth Ritmour’s soul. A year after her divorce, they still haunt her. So when a mysterious benefactor offers to help, Beth takes a vacation from her job as a dental hygienist and follows a cryptic note to Chicago, where she’s soon ensconced as a waitress at Club Masquerade. Although how she’s going to prove she’s not frigid is hard to figure out when the boss makes it very clear that sex, or any precursors to sex, with patrons or employees, is strictly taboo. It’s not an easy rule to follow, especially when one deliciously hot bartender keeps very, very close tabs on her.

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Website: http://www.lacedaltyn.com/
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Hanging with the Dude

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Hi, everyone. I’m Lace Daltyn and it looks like the party’s going strong! So…since I don’t have the cover for my newest story yet (slated for later this month), I thought I’d show you one of the two brave, handsome guys in my life. This is Dude, my five year old, 17 pound cuddler. It’s been years since I had an animal imprint on me. Our last cat, though wonderful, was attached to hubby at the hip and heart.

Dude, though, picked me. And he’s been as perfect a hero as I could ever ask for. He’s there for me whenever I need a cuddle and he leaves me alone to write. In fact, our office here at home now has three office chairs. Hubby got tired of me always giving mine up to “the Dude” and went out and bought me one. (My other hero, by the way).

Anyhow, Dude now sits and listens to me plot out my stories or rave about some twist I can’t get right. Sometimes, I’ll ask him a question and get a little meow, sometimes he’ll just cock his head, as if to say “Really? Think it through, Mom.”  But always, he’s my biggest fan.

I’ve got a new series starting a little later this month with Evernight Publishing. It’s called Secrets and I’ve angsted over this series for a year and a half and am so excited to be this close to sending it out into cyberspace. Dude is, too, and he wants me to let you know he approves. :)

Here’s a quick blurb about the over-arcing story:

The world is full of secrets.

Drea Fortier, a reclusive philanthropist whose painful past influences her belief that there can be no happily ever after for her, reaches out to help others in the hope she can transform their pain and give them hope for the future. Drea’s own story, along with that of her assistant, Michael Smith, is slowly revealed throughout the Secrets series.