Monday, April 28, 2014

Guest Blogger Eva LeFoy - It’s nearly summer and things are heating up!

Whew. Is it warm out or is it just the hiking? I know some readers probably get enough of the great outdoors in their lounge chair poolside, but I’m more of a hands-on or feet-in-the-dirt kind of gal. I go hiking just about every weekend, until it gets too bloody hot and the snakes come out! Then, you really have to head for the hills – up into the forest – to get your exercise. The great thing about the forest is the temps are usually a bit cooler, and well, there’s plenty of cover.

Cover for what? Why, for naughty pastimes of course!

If you get tired of hiking, one can always take a break. Find a nice log or a shaded secluded area and, if you’ve brought a blanket, take a brief rest. Hopefully with someone, since that’s always nicer. I’m a sucker for sunbathing outdoors but I do prefer my privacy. Sometimes if you’re lucky, you can get both. It’s just fun to lie about naked in the woods! Very pagan. Makes me feel like a natural woman… heh!

Okay, so now you know I’m mooning the evergreens and hoping the pilots overhead don’t have binoculars. And you can see where I’d get the idea to write some outdoor sex. (Okay, I may have done that once or twice, just for research purposes!) I recently wrote some outdoor sex scenes in a little short I wrote for Secret Cravings Publishing called Rekindling the Flame

And now you get to know another thing about me: I feel your time-related-stress-pain. Yep. Totally. And you know what? I don’t even have kids! But dang. I swear hubby and I spend so much time working –he’s a farmer and a printer, so he works days, nights, and weekends, and I’ve got a nine-to-five job plus writing to keep me busy – that it’s darn hard to spend time together for a good part of the year. I’m not complaining, but I talk to the people at work and they have the same issues, plus kids, plus spouses in college, etc. It’s a wonder anybody’s relationships stay intact when we are all running like hamsters on a habitrail (or on a hiking trail, as you wish!). So it’s fairly easy to write that frustration into a story and make it sound believable. * grins *

In Rekindling the Flame, the hero Paul is a traveling pharmaceutical salesman and his wife Marcy runs an accounting business from home. Both of them are always busy. Until one day Paul has had enough…


He fixed her with a no-nonsense stare. “Where’s your cell phone?”

“Right here.”

“Let me see it.”

She reluctantly dug it out of her pocket and handed it to him.

He pressed the on/off button to shut it off. He shut his off too, and shoved them both in the kitchen towel drawer.

She almost had a panic attack. “Paul, what are you doing?”

He moved toward her, scooped her into his arms as he passed and dragged her along with him. “Come on. Get in the car.”

She bit her lip. Was he mad about the meal? She didn’t want to have another fight. Not tonight. She had too much work to do. “What about dinner?”

“We’ll have it on the road.”

The road? Her jaw dropped. They were both leaving? For where? A million questions flooded her as he picked up the two small suitcases. Where were they going? What had he packed? Who’d feed the cat? This was…impossible. They couldn’t just pick up and leave. Plus, he’d shut off her cell phone. “Paul, we can’t just go. What about the food on the stove? The cat?”

“I’ve already called Alice. She’s got a key. Now get your sexy tush in the car, woman.”

Marcy blushed at his words, but felt anything but sexy. Dressed in jeans and a worn T-shirt, her hair pulled back in a simple, messy ponytail, she didn’t look the picture of hotness. Plus, she knew she’d gained forty pounds since Paul had taken the pharmaceutical company job—the one that kept him on the road and away from home. She didn’t feel sexy in her own body anymore. Still, his words made her pussy tingle.

Paul shoved the baggage in the trunk and clicked it shut. He came around the car to where she stood, mouth hanging open in shock, and gave her a solid slap on the butt. “Get in. We’re going.”

She knew she shouldn’t but still she hesitated, resisting letting go of her normal routine. This plan of his was unexpected and flat-out crazy. It would never work. “But…my phone. My clients.”

Paul towered over her, his warm breath fanning her lips. “No clients. No calls. Just us this weekend. I need this, Marcy.” He slanted his mouth over hers, planting a searing kiss on her lips right there in the driveway where all the neighbors could see. When his strong arm came around her back and pressed her body to his, she moaned at the delicious erection pressing into her thigh. Paul chuckled softly.

“Come on. Let’s go.”

Marcy had no idea where Paul was taking her, but she got in the car anyway. The promise of sex with Paul pulling her along for the ride. She needed him too badly to say no.

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Ah to be whisked away to a nice weekend getaway, eh? Sounds better than the dusty hiking trail. A little more like poolside except they end up having sex in the woods… and at the beach… and ….

Well, you’ll see!

Wishing you happy outdoor (or indoor!) summer escapades,


Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate, tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty thoughts for the sake of future explorers.





1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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