"NOVEMBER RAIN" SYNOPSIS

I've a made Facebook Page as : Aspiring Author, Tiffany Salcedo. I thought, why not start promoting even though there is no book out yet? I guess I got excited and carried away. I have a few friends who are reading the book and hopefully will help me edit. The book may not be a masterpiece, but it's something I enjoyed doing and it's easy, fun reading.
I finally wrote a Synopsis for "November Rain." Hope this interests you to want to read the book. I'm not sure when I will have it out. I'm planning on doing an E-book since it's free. I'm also still researching on how to publish through E-book..Maybe Amazon and Nook?

Anyways, here goes:

What would you do if the love of your life had to walk away? At only 16 Marty Mayfield fell in love with the only boy who ever mattered to her. Losing him meant making life choices that changed who she was and who she became as a grown woman. 15 years later she sees him again. All the memories they shared came back in an instant. She was still in love with him.

Matt Cooper had to walk away. At 18 he left for the Air Force. It was not a choice he wanted but the plan his Father made for him. He chose never to contact her again. He thought he could live without her, but this choice only brought him agony. He thought he’d never see or touch her again until 15 years later, one summer night.


-OUTINTHEOPEN

MY NEXT BOOK

Sandy (Mandy Moore)

I guess this is a good place to talk about my books.. I've finished "November Rain" and having some friends read it and critique it. Now I'm onto another book..More like a sequel but with different characters. I'm not going to reveal the title but I will give you one little snippet. But before I do that here are the two people I have envisioned in the story. Their names are Quinn and Sandy. Sandy is supposed to be a bit short but Mandy Moore has the face, eyes, hair that I pictured.. Joe M. Is pure sexiness!

Quinn (Joe Manganiello)

 Okay so here is the snippet:
  I swear to God my cock was still throbbing by the time we headed back to my place. What she gave me tonight was fucking brilliant. After hours of watching her go from one table to the next, her sexy ass swaying back and forth, was torture. I was relieved when she finally reached her last table of the night. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to be inside her. Now, I know this wasn’t appropriate behavior on both counts but who said I was going to play by the rules? Sandy has made her way inside my needs and I hope to believe that I’m helping her as much as she’s helping me. She’s a woman. I’m a man. We fucked good tonight and I plan on fucking her plenty more in my bed.

  When she mentioned that her son was staying at a friends house I made plans. She kept her car at Reds while I drove Pops truck back to the house. It was after eleven when we drove into the driveway. The light in the living room was off but the flickering of the tv was going. Pop was passed out on the couch, snoring. Sandy felt awkward coming to the house at first but I told her that my room was in the back and she didn’t need to worry.

  “Wow, what a great room. So nice in here.” Sandy commented, looking around.

  “Yeah, it’s alright. It’s not my home in Nevada, but it will do, for now.”

  She sat on the bed, looking at me while I stood, arms crossed, looking at her.

  “You must miss Nevada, huh?”

  Nodding my head, “Yeah.”

  “Come here.” She said as she patted the spot next to her. No thinking twice on my end as I made my way towards her warm body. I immediately covered her with my arms and leaned her down onto my bed. She moaned in glory when I took hold of her mouth. Like she always does, she wrapped her legs around my middle while I roughly kissed her.

  “Lets get cleaned up in the shower, baby.” I whispered in her ear.

  “Mmmm, sounds good.”

  Fuck me, I loved that tone. So sexy, and hungry.

  “Stand up. Take off your clothes for me.” Even though I wanted to rip her clothes off myself, I wanted to see what she looked like doing it herself. I wanted to see what I miss out every day. She stood in front of me, looking up, with her innocent, playful eyes. She slowly crumpled her fingers at the edge of her shirt and lifted it up, over her head. Her fingers made it to her hair, pulling out her ponytail, making her long wavy, brown locks fall onto her chest. Holy shit. Still looking up at me, she unclasped her bra, releasing her arms from the straps, letting it fall to the ground. Her hair was teasing me by covering her nipples. I removed the ends from them, tickled each nip and watched them pucker up. I looked into Sandy’s eyes and noticed they were on fire for me. Big green-eyed beauty, standing in front of me, tits hanging out, wanting my touch.

  “Fuckin’ gorgeous, Shorty. Turn around. Let me see how you take off your jeans.” I stepped back to see her do her tease. I could see her fumbling with the button and zippers, which drove me crazy. She bent forward as she wiggled her way out of those tight, denim blue jeans. She looked back at me as I watched her. My hands were itching to take control but I held myself together as I observed. The jeans were all the way to the ground. She stepped out of them and what was left was a site for any man to drool over. She was bent over, silky black panties covering most of her ass, and up for my enjoyment. I rubbed her round, beautiful behind and lightly smacked it. She yelped. Wow, so hot. The redness it left behind was mind boggling. I pushed her until she was chest down onto the bed. I licked and tasted the red mark that I left and pulled her panties down. Her breathing was rapid. Her moaning was unforgettable. She was simply irresistable. I spread her legs just enough so I could push my finger inside her wetness. She gasped from my touch. I licked up and down her spin while I kept my finger busy. I could feel her move with every stroke. She was ready for me.

  “God, that feels so good.” Sandy said to me.

  “Beautiful. That’s what I like to hear. I want to make you feel good, Shorty.”

  “Yes, please.”

  My finger was on a role. My mouth met every part of her back. My dick was aching to meet her opening while listening to her groan. I didn’t want to make her come this way, so I pulled my finger out. She let out a gasp. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m not done with you yet.”

  “My turn to watch you undress.” No hint of hesitation in her voice. She’s now in command and that makes me want her even more. There she sits, naked, pure, curvy, hungry. I yank off my t-shirt and discard it onto the ground. She bites her bottom lip with a gleam in her eye. The only sounds in the room are my belt unbuckling, and my heart slamming through my chest. I kick off my shoes and tear down my jeans. Her eyes open wide from the sight of my boxer briefs. She knows what’s waiting for her when I discard my briefs. I have never, in my days of sleeping with other women, have I felt so drawn to one person. She seems to know exactly what she wants and knows exactly how to make a man, like myself, feel insanely crazy. Crazy, fucking, good.

  I so badly wanted her to grab my shaft and use her mouth to make me swell but instead she grinned at me, walked passed my boner, went into the bathroom and left me standing like a growling animal. That’s what I did..I growled. I chuckled and then raced into the bathroom. She squealed with laughter when I came up and wrapped my arms around her.

  “Not very nice.” I huskily said in her ear.

  “I need a shower, Wolf.” She laughed.

  “There’s that name again. Wolf. Are you gonna explain that to me?”

  “Not right now.” She turns into me, arms tucked between our chests. “Right now, I want you to scrub me down.” Lips meet my chest. Holy shit. I pick her up from the waist and bring us both into the steaming spray of water.

  I lathered every inch of every curve until she was soaking in bubbles. I massaged the soap, into her skin, and made her groan. “God, that feels amazing.” Her body was in front of mine. Head was down, hair wet, and shoulders relaxed. I could do this all night but I wanted to get her into bed. I turned her around and leaned her back into the spray of water. Her eyes closed while the water tumbled down her face, her lavishing breasts, and all the goodness in between.

  “You are one sexy woman.” I said to her as I bent down to kiss her throat.

  “Mmmm, even with the lovely stretchmarks left behind?” She chuckled. I didn’t like her talking down about herself. I loved her body. Stretchmarks or not.

  “Whoa, Sandy,” I held her face up to mine and responded. “Since when are you self conscience of yourself?”

  “I’m not, exactly. It’s just, every so often a woman, in my position, gets a bit worried when some dark and dreamy man enters her life and unravels her most secretive spots. You make me feel amazingly sexy, and beautiful. I’m a bit baffled by that. I love that I’m still wanted even though I have a son and you’re willing to be with me. Most guys would turn the other direction if they knew I was a single Mom.”

  I caress her cheek with the pad of my thumb. “Then those guys are fuckin’ insane because anyone who passes up on someone who brought their child into this world to raise him on their own is incredibly brave.  And these stretchmarks,” I rub her lower belly, “are beautiful. You’re a beautiful woman, Shorty.” She stretches on her tip toes, wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. Our bodies are wet and clamped together. Hot tongues moving in sync. Fuck me, knowing I don’t deserve this woman, I am seriously whipped.

-OUTINTHEOPEN

SNIPPET #3

So how are you enjoying my little snippets? I have written quite a lot and I'm actually liking what I'm creating. One thing I can tell you is that Marty is not my favorite person right now. She's a bit bitter because Of something that had happened to her so I'm hoping she will have her wall broken down later on down the line. But as of right now she's a little bitchy to me .... Enjoy the 3rd snippet....

Chapter 3

Marty: 2013

“Congratulations, Marty, you've come a long way in the last year”

I'm thinking, what the hell? Why should I be happy about this strange milestone? But it's true. I've come so far from where I was a year ago today. I don't have it in me to smile but I do say to my shrink,

“It really is so hard to believe that it's been a year. I never thought I would see this day”

Damn..I should have been dead.

“You have made a huge improvement from when I met you the first time. You should be very proud of yourself” Dr. Rose put her notebook aside and patted me on the hand. “Have you thought about your plans that we discussed last week?”

I look down at my hands and nod my head “Yeah. I think I'm ready to move forward. I'm not sure how I would have survived this year if it wasn't for my parents and for you, Dr. Rose. Thank you.” I really wanted to cry but took a deep breath instead.

She handed me a card. “Here is Dr. Katz's number just in case you decide you need to talk to

someone.” Dr. Katz came to one of my sessions because I was thinking of moving to San Diego and Dr. Rose thought it would be best to have someone who I can go to, just in case I needed to talk. I agreed .

“Thanks. I'll keep her number close”

*********

. . . . .

“I still don't understand why you want to leave so soon. It's only been one year, Marty” My mother said. I had just gotten back home from my last session with Dr. Rose. Mom and I were in the kitchen. It overlooked the pond and the big limbo tree out back. Windows from floor to ceiling cascaded around the kitchen into the living set area.. It was a favorite hangout for the family.

We were both at the bar counter, drinking coffee. As usual, Mom had her ipad available, scrolling through her latest updates on all the new houses available.

I took a deep breath “Mom, we talked about this remember? Dr. Rose agrees that I'm in a better place now. I have to do this for myself. I can't stay under yours and Dads wings anymore. I really need to leave.”

“But why California, my dear? Why do you need to leave here, again?”

“Who's leavin again?” And here comes my dad. A big barreled chest of a man. My mom looked so tiny next to him. Her 5'3 length was no comparison to my 6'3 father. They made a striking couple. Mom had hazel eyes with a petite figure. Dad had a full head of thick silver hair and big light brown eyes. He was and is a very handsome older man. Mom still went weak in the knees with him. I envied their marriage.

I rolled my eyes, “Dad, I'm moving to San Diego, remember? You said I could stay in our vacation home, in Delmar?”

Clueless parents..Or desperate to keep me here.

Dad kissed my cheek. “Hello, darlin.” A true southerner. “So, it's really happenin?”

Ugh, hell. “Yes, it's really happening. I know you think I need more time, but the fact is I feel ready. No. I am ready.”

Dad put his big hands on my shoulders, looked at me in the eyes. He glanced at mom. “Charlotte, she needs to go.”

I exhaled. Mom looked at dad and said “Conrad, I know.. I know” And nothing was further said. I finally felt relief.

I may not be one hundred percent all better, but I'm headed in the right direction. Dad handed me the key to our condo. This little key was a huge reminder for how far my life has come. This may sound so corny, but this simple key was the key to my future.

Dad gave me a big hug and said “I'm so proud of you, darlin. I love ya.”

I'm not gonna cry.. I won't cry. But the tears welled up.

“I know. I love you too. I'll be ok. I have to be ok. I have no other choice” I gave mom a hug, went up to my room, and started packing.

*********

Just breathe, just breathe. It's only a 6 hour flight. You have flown before. I really hate flying. Not my favorite way to travel. I've traveled many times overseas but I still hate being up in the air. I feel out of control. So I keep breathing. I close my eyes, turn on my ipod and tune out the rest of my thoughts.

Well, I tried to tune everything out until the girl next to me started yapping in my ear.

“I just love that song you're listenin' to.” Great, can I go back to my music now?

“Psst?”

I slowly turn my head and look at her. I take out my earbuds.

“Excuse me?”

She gives me her hand to shake.

“Hi! I didn't mean to disturb you but I'm Amy. Amy Heart”

I didn't want to be a bitch so I shook her hand back.

“Um, hello.” I really don't want to give her my name. I'm not in the mood for this.

“And your name is?” Ok, so I should be nice and give her my name too.

“Marty”
“Marty! Wow, such a cute name!” She's too stinkin happy and bubbly. She looks like she came from a beauty pageant or something. Big blonde hair, big smile, big white teeth. She's pretty and all, but just very pageanty. “You don't hear many women with that name. Very unique” She loves to smile. I try my best to give her a smile back.

“Thanks... I guess” sorta smiled

She continues to gab

“So, I've been traveling from Texas. Texas is my home state.” I should have known “I went to Florida for a beauty pageant” Shit I was right. A beauty queen. “but didn't make the finals. So now I'm headed to San Diego for another Pageant. I'm a very persistent woman. I never give up! I may not be as young as I was once before, but ….......”

I zone her out. She's talking too damn fast I can't keep up.

“Anyways, what brings you on this flight?”

I can't. I can't talk about anything. How am I going to say this without sounding like a prick?

“I'm sorry, I don't want to be rude or anything, but I'm just not in a good place right now to open up about my life.”

She gave me a pouty look. God I'm a horrible person

“Oh my, I'm so sorry sweetie! I didn't mean to pry.”

Exhale. Relief.

“It's ok. I just need some rest right now”

Amy pats my hand

“Sugar, I'm here if you need to chat.”

I actually smile back.

“Thanks” Back to music. Back to tuning out my thoughts, and extra voices.

***********

I felt another tap on my shoulder. It was Amy.

“Rise and shine, Sweetie, we're ready to land”

Wow, I can't believe I actually slept through the flight. What did the flight attendant put in my water?

“Oh, gosh, thanks.” I put my ipod away and buckle up.

“My, my can you sleep! I can never sleep in these stiff chairs.”

Stiff is right. Now my neck hurts

Rolling my neck I say “Yeah, well, I'm as shocked as you are.”

“I want to give you my number” Amy handed me a card “I'll be staying in Delmar for awhile. There are a few pageants and such so they require me to reside in the city. Not sure how long I'll be around but just in case, maybe we can get together and have a nice long chat?”

Oh boy. She wants to be friends. And she is residing in Delmar of all places. My luck.

“Oh, uh, thanks. I'll keep that in mind”

“Please don't hesitate. I really am a good listener.” I feel like such a jerk for not being as nice to her as she was to me. But all I can say is, is “Thanks”

The plane finally lands and I feel another sense of relief . A relief to finally be on my own. No one to hold my hand anymore. No one to feel sorry for me. I finally get to be.....Me...

********

The condo was an ocean front home, with a spectacular view of the ocean and beach. It was a quaint, 2 story gray house. It was covered with gray wooded shingles and luscious vines that were growing around the property. My parents must have a Gardner to keep up the area, because the plants along the side of the house were neatly trimmed and I didn't see any tree leaves lying anywhere.

I brought my bags into the house. Just like the Florida home, this place had windows in every direction. I could see the ocean as I entered the den. The den was adjacent to the kitchen. There was also a beautiful deck that led out onto the beach.

For the first time in a long while, I was able to smile.. I could feel the energy. The positive energy, filling me up. Finally a place I can call home.

Oh shit, speaking of home I need to call my parents. I can't have them going insane if they don't hear from me. I dig through my bag and find my phone. It rings a couple times before anyone picks up.

“Hey Dad! I'm here, safe and sound” Please don't be having a cow right now.. Please...

“Marty, my God we were startin' to worry!” Yep, on the verge of having a cow.

“I'm sorry. I got caught up in the moment of getting here. I didn't mean to worry you.”

I could hear Mom in the background asking Dad questions

“Dad, tell Mom I'm ok and that I love her.”

“Calm down, Charlotte! Your daughter is A OK! Anywho, Marty, I love ya and we're glad you made it. How's the place? Is it tidied up for ya?”

Sighing I said “It's perfect Dad. It's beautiful. So I'm gonna go now. I have a lot of unpacking to do. I'll call you some time this weekend ok?”

I could still hear some gabbing from Mom in the background.. I need to get off already!

“Okey Dokey, Darlin. Talk to you soon.. Bye now”

“Bye Dad” Click.. Phone is off. I look at my luggage and decide that the unpacking can wait. Time to enjoy the beautiful view.

-OUTINTHEOPEN

SNIPPET #2

Ready for another snippet of my book? I know I shouldn't be showing too much but I guess you all liked the last snippet so I've decided to post another one. Please be honest ..Let me know if this is too corny ok? I am my own worst critic LOL... In my story I also have the Males POV(point of view)..I think sometimes I like to get the fill of both people...
Ok..so here goes....CONTINUATION OF "NOVEMBER RAINS"

Chapter 2

Matt

Yes I still think about her. I still think about her smile, her big green eyes, long blonde hair that smelled like the rain. Her skin, so soft. Her lips. How I longed for those lips. To kiss them. I melted every time we kissed. Just to feel her body curled up against mine. How that has never left my mind. So yes, I still think about her. I sound like a sick love puppy over a girl. But this was just no girl. She was my best friend. She knew me like no other person. She was always smiling. She was never one to play games with me. Never fucked around the truth. Always honest. Her passion was taking pictures. She was always eager to take pictures of her surroundings. We would go along the beach and she would start snapping her camera like there was never gonna be another wave crashing or a seagull flying by. I'd be playing my guitar and she would be taking pictures of me. That camera was her window.

I miss those innocent days. Our innocent touchings. Innocent kisses.. Those days out by the Gumbo, Limbo Tree are gone. The day I was sent away for the Air Force was the last day I ever saw her.. The last innocent day.

My Father was a big time General. He refused to let me live my life outside the Air Force. I knew I had no other option but to do what he wanted for me. It really felt like the end of my life. All I ever wanted to do was hand craft guitars and become a musician.. I loved the feel of my fingers on the strings of my guitar. I loved how the music came and I could get lost in the sounds. My dad couldn't understand my dreams. He couldn't understand my love for music. It “wasn't reality”, he would say to me. I was pretty much the dark horse in the family. All my brothers were in the service so he expected the same out of me. Did I hate my dad for pushing me into this? For making me leave my girl? For not supporting my dreams? Yes. I guess at that time I thought I hated him. I was pissed for many years. Resentment towards him was tough to get over.

During the many months of boot camp and training I got many letters from Marty. I tried so hard to get her out of my mind. I thought by not writing her back it would make things easier on me..Easier on her. She needed to let me go. It was torture. The letters kept coming. I could feel her weeping as I read her words. I had broken her world. I had broken her spirit. What an asshole I was. Over time the letters stopped coming. I was devastated. But I fucked things up on my own. I finally had to move on. I had to try to erase her from my mind. The picture she gave me, the one of us together, I had to tuck that away and move on.. Man, who the fuck was I kidding? I still thought of her... I still dreamed of her. I still loved her. I DO still Love her. I do still dream of her. I do still think of her.

The Air Force was actually a good thing for me. At the time I was just a pissed off SOB because of my Dad. But as time went on I learned I needed that structure to get me through my young adult life. I needed to get kicked in the ass to make a man out of me. And believe me, being 18 with an attitude, I needed some butt kicking. Four years into the air force I was taken into deep action. After 911 happened I was sent over seas. I was there for about a year. There were too may close calls with being shot or exploded to death. I saw many of my buddies killed. Those were the darkest days of my life. But I don't think I would ever change my experience. I'm a better man because of it. I don't take my life or others for granted anymore. I still wear my dog tags just so I can remember who I was and who was left behind.

I left the Air Force after 10yrs. I felt I had put myself out there as long as I could. Unlike me, my brothers are still in the service. They are all married with kids, living in different parts of the country. I

decided to stay in San Diego where I was stationed. I love the City. I love the ocean and the weather. It's a perfect place for who I am today. I was able to save money and finally start my life by opening a hand crafted guitar shop. Finally living my dream. It's a surreal feeling because I've wanted this for so long. My dad made his peace with me. He accepted my decision. I was a grown man and worked hard for our country. He was proud. For him to be proud of me is something I can't describe. That's all I have ever wanted from him. No matter if it was music, or being in the Air Force. It meant everything. He passed away the year I left. Died of a heart attack. Just knowing he was proud of me before he died was a gift. I wish we had more time together. I wish he had seen how my life turned out. I would like to think he would have been happy with my new life.. Proud of my life. The resentment I had towards him faded after I opened my shop. If it wasn't for him I wouldn't be where I am today. But because of him I never found out what it would have been like if I had stayed with Marty..

Life takes you in so many directions. I've had my fair share of many beautiful women. There were a couple I thought I could settle down with but timing was never right. Or maybe because they weren't Marty. I have always been wishing that I could find that one special woman that was just like her. Hasn't happened yet. I tried looking her up on Facebook but found out through some friends that she had gotten married and was living in Europe. I was disappointed to learn this information. I gave up and continued to live my life without her. Five years later and having a successful business you would think I had everything I had ever wanted. Good money, women, sex, a nice beach house, being a bachelor. You'd think that I was living every mans fantasy. But fantasies are just that: Fantasies. Don't get me wrong I love my life. Hell, I paid a lot for it and wouldn't trade it for anything. But there is this hole that is empty. Who knows when I will ever feel complete? 

-OUTINTHEOPEN 

WRITING A BOOK. WHO? ME?

I'm not sure if this will even be a great thing or a disaster, but the writing bug has gotten to me. I've decided to give at writing a little book a chance. It's really kinda scary. I don't have any clue as what is going to happen. I'm thinking of things as I go along. When I have an idea I write it down and hopefully am able to put it down into a story. That's the hardest part. Making sure the words look and sound good. I shouldn't even worry about that right now, but I just don't want to write a corny book like I did back in High School (I've lost my digital copy from my old lap top). I have more experience with life, love, sex, ideas, but to write a book is like trying to grow my finger nails. ( i have no finger nails because I bite them) You see what I'm saying? 

I've been trying to write a little bit each day. I get stuck a lot. I wonder if it's like that with every writer? Sometimes it doesn't come that easy. I have the pictures, and characters in my head but how do I make them sound interesting on my screen? I have to think of dialogue, actions, feelings, surroundings.. It never ends. 

I know it doesn't happen over night. It might take me a long time to finish this but I'm willing to do it. It may be just a story for me and my friends to read.. I may never do publishing. That sounds silly right now. Anyways, here is a little snippet of my book "November Rain".. I'm only giving the prologue and first chapter. That's it! Enjoy...

Prologue

I see flashes of light. As bright as day. I see him. Smiling back at me. “One more picture!” I say. Flash. He's gone. The flashes are still there. But he is gone. I don't hear our song anymore. I don't see him with his guitar anymore. The sweet sound of his music is no longer there. “November Rain” is over. Another Flash appears but he still missing. I feel pain. I feel loss. I feel broken. What am I hearing? I hear murmurs of voices talking above me. Where am I? What's happened to me? I feel more pain. I hear myself whisper “My baby. Save my baby”.. It's dark. Flashes are gone. He is gone. I feel no more pain.. Maybe I am gone?

Chapter 1

1998

15 yrs ago I, Marty Mayfield, was deeply in love.. As deeply in love as a 16yr old could be. Swept away from a boy who was my entire life. Matt Cooper was a senior in High School. Graduating and leaving my life to go into the Air Force. He didn't want to leave me. He didn't have a choice. It was either “be on your own with no money, no help from me, or make a life in the family business.” as his Father put it. An 18yr old who couldn't say no to his Father made that choice. He had to leave me. As a 16yr old girl my whole world was filled with Matt. He was my everything..

We knew each other for a couple years before we actually became involved. His family moved to Tampa Bay, Florida from California because of his Dad being in the Air Force. He had 3 older brothers which had already left for the service. I, on the other hand, was an only child. My parents were into Real Estate. They had one of the most successful Real Estate businesses in our city. We had this huge property with a pond in our back yard. In that back yard was a massive Gumbo, Limbo Tree. Branches that weaved in and out from every direction. Matt and I spent many hours, every week under that tree. My dad hung a swing from one of the branches when I was a little girl. The swing was still there so Matt would push me in the wind. Other times he would play his guitar. He would sing to me while I took pictures of him. I couldn't get enough of looking at his perfect face. The most gorgeous blue/gray eyes and lush dark brown hair. If his hair got a little long it would start to curl.. His smile was to die for. He lifted my spirits whenever he looked at me. His voice was breathtaking. I loved hearing him sing.. I Just Loved Him.

I knew he loved me too. He was the first to say those three words to me.. As a gushy girl that I was, I cried and repeated what he said to me .. “I love you too”. Under our Tree, on top of a blanket, under the stars we held each other. We had many moments of almost having sex, but his parents were very strict. We couldn't be in a room without one of them being there. They even discussed things with my parents about “Their Rules”.. My parents worked a lot. They didn't have time to baby sit us. That's why we hung out by the tree so much.. Our private sanctuary. It was away from the house.. Away from “the real world” as I called it.

The night before he left we made love under our tree. It was our first time together. Our first time of feeling each other completely. Lost in each others bodies.. I want to say that it didn't hurt because it did. But Matt was so gentle. So loving. I couldn't believe he was going away. Leaving me. Leaving me behind with the memories we created underneath our tree.. He gave me a gift. It was a gorgeous Sterling Silver necklace with a tree engraved on a round silver coin.. I wore that necklace until I could no longer accept he was ever coming back to me. Loving someone that strongly, as young as I was, It was devastating for me to see him go. To stop believing that he was ever coming back. Through dozens of letters that I mailed to him, I never received one back.. I thought my life was over. Our dreams of getting married and having kids was over. What would I do next?

-OUTINTHEOPEN

"TAKING THE HEAT"

Sylvia Day is on a role with her new books! I'm in "Release Mode" Again!!! Love my authors and their books!

From Sylvia Day, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Crossfire novels, comes TAKING THE HEAT, a novella of the Shadow Stalkers—where men in uniform are trained to enforce the rules. Out of uniform, those rules are made to be broken.

He had three days to fix everything. Three days to remind her of how good they were together. She was a captive audience…

Layla Creed and Deputy US Marshal Brian Simmons have a history that is as hot and heartbreaking as it is unforgettable. Now their paths have crossed once again. This time things are twice as hot. Layla—a protected witness—has to come out of hiding and testify in a sensational murder trial. But as far as Brian’s concerned, there’s an even more pressing problem.

Once Layla testifies she’ll get sucked back into the Witness Protection Program. A new identity, a new location, a new occupation—and a new inspector to check up on her. In other words, out of his life forever. There is one more option—take Layla and go on the run. Rekindling what they once had should be easy. But a stranger in their shadow has plans of his own, forcing Brian and Layla to risk everything in the name of love.

DOWNLOADING September 24, 2013. Read an excerpt:http://www.sylviaday.com/books/taking-the-heat/#excerpt

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ALL YOU NEED IS: MARIE FORCE!

I'm getting my groove on by revealing new covers/books for my favorite authors..Here is another one..Remember I mentioned Marie Force? Her HOT GANSETT ISLAND MEN? Well here is her new series coming out in February! Cannot Wait!

All You Need Is Love Cover Revealed!

Check out the cover and pre-order Book 1 in the new Green Mountain Series, coming Feb. 4, 2014!

The family-run Green Mountain Country Store is cherished by locals as a reminder of simpler times. The Abbott children are determined to keep it that way—but their father has different plans...

When Cameron Murphy heads to Vermont to build a website for a new client, she imagines a more relaxing trip than she gets. After wrecking her car by colliding with the town moose, she meets the most handsome hero she's ever seen. Unfortunately, her savior, Will Abbott, is also the son of her client—and he wants nothing to do with the new website or the city girl creating it.

For all Will cares, Cameron can march her fancy boots right out of town and out of his family's business. But he can't seem to get her out of his head. As his family's dispute heats up, so does the chemistry between the two, leaving them wondering if simple is better after all—especially when it comes to matters of the heart.

Pre-order ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE now!

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J. KENNER'S "WANTED"

NEW BOOK FROM  J. KENNER! She asked those with Blogs to help out to spread the word about her book cover/series.. I of course wanted to participate..So here we are!.. She's the author who wrote the "Damian Stark" Series... I loved that series...

For fans of Fifty Shades of Grey, Bared to You, and Release Me comes an all-new erotic series of three enigmatic and powerful men, and the striking women who can bring them to their knees.

He is everything I crave, all I desperately want—and he is everything I can’t have.

Evan Black embodies my every fantasy. He is brilliant, fierce, and devastatingly handsome. But he is also headstrong, dangerous, and burdened with secrets.

My family warned me to stay away, that I could never handle Evan’s dark dealings or scarred past. Maybe I should have listened. Maybe I should have run. But our desire is undeniable, and some temptations you just can’t fight.

And from the moment we touch—the passion between us consuming us both—I know that I will never be the same.

About the Author:
J. Kenner is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Release Me, Claim Me, and Complete Me. She spent more than ten years as a litigator in Southern California and central Texas, using her rare free time to indulge in her passion of writing. She lives in Texas with her husband and daughters.

Buy Julie’s books here http://www.randomhouse.com/book/234806/wanted- by-j-kenner#abouttheauthor

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ANOTHER AMY HARMON FAVORITE

Another rich, unique story by Amy Harmon: Running Barefoot   ... This Author writes with such deepness, and such beauty that it's hard to put her books down.. She has a way with putting nature and love into one story to draw your attention... This story has a lot of heartfelt faith and love.. Her two main characters are so passionate about what matters to them .. They are put together at a time when they needed each other the most.. Age makes a huge difference because Samuel is 18 and Josie is 13... They bring the best out of each other and connect like no other... I don't want to say anything more about the story because you need to read it yourself.. I could go on and on about these two people.. You'll find a lot of Native American stories within this book.. It's very interesting to learn through Samuel about how much his "people" mean to him.. He may be half Native/White, but his heritage means everything to him.. Music is also a big part of the book. Classical music may not be my favorite music to listen to but I can appreciate the characters feelings towards it.. 

RUNNING BAREFOOT

Amy Harmon... She's way up on my top Favorite Authors.. 

I just bought another one of her books: 

Slow Dance in Purgatory

If only I could write a book as deep and loving as this author.. It makes me want to try to write..HA! we will see.. I tried writing a book in High School.. I edited it like a thousand times over the last 20yrs.. I lost my computer edits which makes me sad.. But over time I may try again.. I see a lot of self publishing these days.. It's seems like the way to go if you are driven to write..  Happy Reading!

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BOOK CLUB WITH A BOMB!

Last night I got together with some of my favorite girlfriends for our Book Club meeting.. Our Meetings don't really consist of talking about the latest book we read together, but instead we eat, drink and mingle.. We talk about our book for like 5 min and then go onto another topic .. It's really so much fun to hang out with great people and to relax and enjoy the time we have together..I love catching up with these ladies..Every single one of them is dear to my heart.. (Don't worry, i won't make this blog entry too sappy LOL)..
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Anyways we discussed (for 5 min) 

our book "A Different Blue" by Amy Harmon 

During our many discussions of many topics, we ate some fantastic dishes! I have never tried Kale before and one of my friends made a Kale salad..OMG it was simply Delish! I had to go for seconds!.. It's amazing how something you never thought you would like and then taking a simple bite can change your opinion on it.. That's also how I felt about the pizza another friend made.. I forget the ingredients but I know it had red grapes on it..Wow it was out of this world.. We also had Shrimp Cocktail (YUM) and Cherry Bombs..Holy Crap it was the strongest thing I've ever tasted hahaha! My friend soaked these babies for a month and let me tell ya it was DA BOMB! (yes that was cheesy but what can I say?).. 

I'm not a huge cook but I do like to try new things if I can..Not having a kitchen with counters, at the moment, make it quite hard to accomplish a new dish. But the dish I made was so simple a 3yr old can do it.. I got it off of Pinterest that another good friend posted.. I had to make something because a dessert was NEEDED for our group.. I'm a big one on dessert ;-)  I made Rolo Ritz .. Rolos candy and Ritz Crackers.. And to me these were like CRACK themselves.. It had the right amount of sweet and salty to get your mouth watering.. They looked a little cheap but the gooyness was perfection.. They are also kid approved because my kids and their friends loved them...  

Rolo Ritz

 Place crackers face down on cookie sheet.

 Place a rolo on each cracker. Put in 350 preheated oven for 3-4 min. 

Cook until rolo is Semi melted..

 Once done place another ritz face side up and lightly press on rolo..

So that, my friends, was a great night!

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A TRIP TO "The McCarthy" Series

Book 9

You know how much I love to read right? There is this series that I have been reading, along with a couple of my friends, by Marie Force.. "The McCarthy" Series... The series takes place in Rhode Island... The author lives there.. There is this Island called "Block Island", but in the series it's called "Gansett Island".. I call it "The Island of Hotties" because on this island is a huge family ( McCarthy) with tons of brothers and their friends and so on.. They are all just so good looking..Even the females are beautiful.. It's really funny because it's so unrealistic.. But it's so much fun to read and fantasize about these good looking men.. Anyways, getting off track here..
Since we have been reading these books we have decided to go on a trip to Rhode Island next year.. Marie Force is having a
 Memorial Day 2014 Reader Weekend in Rhode Island  
on Block Island.. It's a crazy idea but we are determined to meet the author and to take this lovely trip without husbands and without kids.. WE want to make it a Girls Weekend! 

I"m so damn excited because it's a trip outside California! I've been itching to get out of the state and to travel and to me this is the way to go! I've already started saving for the airfare.. I've looked at pictures of Rhode Island and it's just so gorgeous! The Island that our series takes place on is breathtaking ...  
It will be such a blast to meet Marie Force and to see a tour of where she got her inspiration for our "McCarthy" Hotties..

If you are looking for a light, fun, HOT read then "The McCarthy" series may be the series for you..It's a great beach read or to get away from all the intense books you may have read.. That's what I do a lot... But all in all, they are just fun to read.. There are so many characters that it does get a bit overwhelming..But I still enjoy them..

Click on Pinterest to see my McCarthy Series Board..I have pictures of who I would like to play the characters, if there was ever a movie or show.. I enjoy placing faces from actors into the characters when I'm reading..It brings it more meaning to me...


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Bomer is ON FIRE!

Sorry that I've been out of touch lately.. Went on a long week road trip with the fam bam... But I came home to some SWEET EYE CANDY! Can you guess who that may be? My one and only Bomer!!!! So here are a few of those treats that I would love to share...

I'm totally on Fire and need rescuing!!! 
What a site to come home to.. 

Love me some Fireman Bomer

 (Collage was made by random Fan)

Yes, Just a little obsessed ;)

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Never "LOSING HOPE" or Feeling "HOPELESS" When it comes to Colleen Hoover

 Two books that are a MUST READ are "Hopeless" and "Losing Hope" by Colleen Hoover.. It's really hard  for me to think of the words about these two stories.. "Hopeless", in my words, are: ..Mind blowing, surprising, sweet, amazing.. This book is in Sky's POV.. You are drawn to her the moment you open the book. She is brave, intelligent, broken.. Holder comes into her life and the pieces fall together for Sky... 

"Losing Hope" out does "Hopeless". It's hard to believe it but it takes on a whole new journey for the readers and makes you fall in Love with Holder even more.. This book has Holder's POV.. It helps the closure for the story.. Holder is intense, passionate, a hero, also broken, angry, loving.. (Gorgeous... Just look at the cover.. Griffin Peterson is the person on the front. He tried out for American Idol. Colleen Hoover saw him and wanted him for the cover because he looked exactly how she described him.. He's perfect.)

Colleen Hoover has outdone herself with this book. I don't think I've ever read such a powerful story.. I may not have cried but you cannot help but feel the way these characters do. You cannot help but feel Holders anger, sadness, and loss that he has experienced.. You want to hold him.. You want to "LIVE" him.. (you have to read the stories to understand that meaning) Colleen brings out such beautiful words and poetry.. To me the words say so much .. She uses them in a way that no one else has ever done.. She's a brilliant Author... She's a true poet... She is now my top 3 favorite Authors..

You need to read her other series that I also loved

"Slammed" .. It follows with "Point of Retreat" and "This Girl"

I cannot wait to see what is in store for her next book.. 

Shelfari: Losing Hope

Shelfari: Hopeless

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"GOT" My OMG moment

So I started watching "Games of Thrones" this summer. I really wanted to see what all the crazy hype was about. It really has taken me by surprise.. I didn't think I would like the show..It's a little "out there".. It is one of the craziest shows i've watched.. And I have watched some crazy shows in my days. Nothing can beat Season 3 episode 9, in my opinion.. On Facebook everyone was going NUTS over the latest show.. That's when I said, Ok, I'm gonna give it a try.. Low and behold, I'm speechless!! I just finished  the "OMG" episode.. I'm very upset.... I will not say anything about what happened, but it's a shocker..

King of the North

One of my favorite men on the show is the guy who plays Robb Stark.. He's so handsome.. You can't help but fall in love with him.. He's such a good King.. 

Anyways, that is my splurge for the day..

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ROCK'N TO NKOTB!

(about 1990-91 16yrs old)

Who out there is an Adult but is a wannabe TEEN? Uh, me?  I'm such a dork when it comes to "groupie" stuff.. Music, books, movies, hot guys, etc.. You get the picture..
I'll take you back in time when I was a total dork for "New Kids on The Block".. I was in love with Jordan.. Yes, here is the embarrassing picture of me with my "beloved" ... I had everything from posters, buttons,
 t-shirts, stickers, videos and a barbie doll.. I was an idiot by getting rid of the doll. Who knew I could have made some top dollars on it?..

I hadn't seen my NKOTB in concert since I was about 16... 25yrs later I went to see them up in LA with my sister and a couple of our friends..

We first had some great Happy Hour Food and some drinks.. Lots of drinks.. Lemon Drop Martini's and Irish Creme coffee.. I should say we were a happy bunch..
If you're ever in LA,  go to the "Rock'n Fish".. Great Service, great food and Rock'n Happy Hour prices! $6 for our martini's.. Original price $13..! Crazy.. We got there at a great time..

The opening acts for NKOTB were none other than "Boys to Men" and "98 Degrees".. I'm not a huge fan of those two groups but it didn't matter because the live music and energy from the crowd was fantastic!
I was a bit surprised when I started to get a bit weepy. Must have been the Martini's.. I was so thrilled to see my "boy band" in person and rockin out like it was just yesterday.. Jordan was gorgeous and the music was fun to sing along with... Blast to the Past Baby!!!  

Here is my little snippet of "The Right Stuff"   

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