If you had to spend an entire summer working at one of our country’s national parks or historic sites, which one would you choose?

My personal fave is Glacier National Park in Montana. I remember being a small child traveling through the park. Dad was in the Air Force and we were stationed in Eastern Montana. Mom’s mother lived in Spokane, Washington and we visited as often as we could. The trip took us right through the park. The tall, glacier-covered mountains looked like they scraped heaven.

P.S. I arrived at Pullman Plaza last night. Did I mention that I’m in West Virginia, not Kentucky!? Good thing I had my new friend Cindi along for the ride or I never would have found the place.

Saw Sylvia O’Day in the bar. Another great big hug and I was thrilled to get to spend some time with her and the friend she brought with her. BTW–the friend is a dead ringer for Pink–have I ever mentioned my girl-crush on Pink?

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If you were making a list of the five things (not people) that make you happiest in your life, what five things would you write down?

Well, I’m officially on my drive today. It’s about 11 hours from Central Arkansas to Kentucky. Don’t ask me why I didn’t fly, because I’m not sure. I think that when I had the time to arrange it I was just coming off a couple of trips and didn’t want to see the inside of another airport. Ah well, I do need time to contemplate stories.

I’ll have company for the trip. A reader on the conference prep loop was looking for a ride, so I offered. Now if she talks my ear off I’m not going to be happy, but she seemed very nice over the emails. I sure hope she knows my Scion doesn’t have a trunk.

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Daily Question (see contest information below): If you had the time and money and could go on any month-long summer adventure of your choice, what would you choose to do?

I’ll be on the road again on Thursday, heading toward Kentucky for Lora Leigh’s Readers Appreciation Weekend.

For those of you attending or in the area, I’d love for you to stop by and see me. There will be two booksignings—one for attendees to the mini-conference and one for the general public. Here’s the info:

Pullman Plaza Hotel
1001 Third Ave.
Huntington, WV 25701

Saturday, September 20th
Private booksigning for RAW paid attendees from 12 to 4 pm

Sunday, September 21st
Open-to-the-public booksigning from 12 pm to 4 pm

About that contest!
Now, I did promise a contest. This one will run Thursday through Monday. You may post as often as you like but only one entry will count each day. And the rules are easy. I’ll post a question; you post an answer here on my blog.

The prize will include a tote filled with books I scarf up at RAW and gifts from the writers attending the event. Take a look at the amazing list of authors who will be attending and get your appetites whetted for a great prize!

Thought you’d enjoy a snippet of something else that’s coming sometime in the near future from Ellora’s Cave. This is unedited, so be kind about the typos!

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Jane Emerson parted the blinds to sneak a peek into the yard next door. The lawn mower had finally fallen silent, which meant Bruno Martir had finished with that chore. Soon, he’d be moving along the fence as he turned to the next job.

She’d gotten accustomed to his afternoon habits. Knew he preferred yard work while Cord washed cars in the drive. Cord hadn’t finished working on his SUV, so there was still plenty of time to put her plan into action.

Her gaze slid covetously over Bruno’s lean body. His T-shirt had long ago been stripped away. Grass shavings clung to his broad shoulders and ripped abdomen. Sweat darkened the brown hairs that lightly furred his chest and thick thighs.

She licked her lips, already tasting the salt of his sweat and cum. This was it. One last shot at putting the topping on her vacation. Through with playing coy and dropping increasingly un-subtle hints, she was going for broke. If he didn’t take the bait this time, she’d have to assume she didn’t have the equipment to attract a stud like the fireman next door. Maybe his roommate Cord was more than just his best buddy, which would be a crying damn shame—at least for Jane’s plans.

Grabbing up her boom box and sunscreen, she tightened the belt on her robe and headed down the stairs, not even trying to stem the flow of excitement dampening her short curls. She’d promised herself an elicit adventure. Something to wear like a badge of courage when she finally returned home. She might have been dumped for a fitness instructor, but she was still attractive, still sexy. To prove it to herself today, she’d be shameless.
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She does what she likes…
…and what she likes is absolutely wicked.

Kelsey Howard is happy with the single life. She has great friends, a fun job tending bar, and a nice apartment. Not to mention the freedom to enjoy a few wild sex games with strangers—the riskier the better. But what she’s really looking for in the darkness is love.

Then Kelsey realizes she’s got an annonymous stranger watching her every move—and every move she makes is arousing them both. In fact, not only is she not scared, she thinks she may have finally found her soul mate. Especially when she meets the mischievous mystery man in the flesh. That’s when the fun and games really start, and Kelsey realizes just how far she’s prepared to go for love.

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Of course this is completely scientific! And it would be helpful for you to provide a comment or two about your choice so that curious minds will understand your choice.

What’s the sexiest room in the house to make love?

Living Room (50%, 5 Votes)
Bathroom (40%, 4 Votes)
Bedroom (10%, 1 Votes)
Kitchen (0%, 0 Votes)

The Living Room has it!

Yesterday, I promised an excerpt from my upcoming Ellora’s Cave release. If you need another fix of the hottie on the cover, he’s right below! ~DD

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“Either he’s the dumbest terrorist I’ve ever seen, or he wants to get caught.”

Casey McTaggert blinked at the burly Military Intelligence officer beside her and pushed her glasses back up her nose. She wasn’t accustomed to sitting thigh-to-thigh with a man—and definitely not one of such awesome proportions. She wasn’t sure whether she liked it or not, but the skittering nervousness that gripped her each time she addressed him was…interesting.

“Khalid’s not a terrorist, and he isn’t stupid,” she shouted over the roar of the turbine engine and the whomp-whomp of the helicopter’s blades.

Captain Sorensen snorted and turned his attention back to his small handheld satellite link-up. “I’ll take your word on the first,” he said, in his thick Texas accent, “but the bastard’s headin’ straight toward the southern wall. You’d think he’d zag at least once.”

Scooting as close as her harness allowed, Casey peered down at the small screen showing the infrared feed. Khalid Razeh’s pale-colored SUV traveled in the dark down a rugged, gravel road at a fast clip.

“Does he think he can outrun the border patrol’s Incident Response Team?”

She shrugged, unwilling to share at the moment what she thought about the Afghani national’s most recent activities.

The square-jawed soldier didn’t appear to want her opinion anyway and continued to scowl at the screen. “It’s like he’s telegraphin’ his destination—hasn’t veered off his course once. If he knows we’ve spotted him, I have to wonder whether he’s just tryin’ to draw us out.” He pounded his fist against his thigh. “Shit!”

Sorensen unsnapped his tactical radio mike from the shoulder strap of his web gear. “Oscar-three-one, this is tango-four-niner, over.”

“This is oscar-three-one.”

“Scramble the anti-artillery. We may be headin’ into an ambush.”

Casey tugged at his sleeve. “Captain, I really don’t think that’s something we have to worry about. I believe he intends to turn himself over to us.”

“He’s a wily fucker—pardon my French, ma’am. I’m not takin’ any chances with my team. And get that damn helmet back on!”
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