Saturday, May 14, 2011

"Ten Reasons Guns Are Better Than Men" by Rie McGaha

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It's no secret to anyone who knows me that I love my guns and I'm a good shot. I carry a Taurus Judge and I keep a 12 gauge next to my bed. When I practice I don't use bulls eye targets, I use life size man targets. And like my hubby always told me, "Don't be stingy darlin', always give 'em two, one in the heart and one in the head." Personally, I prefer aiming a little lower and about dead center.

10. A gun will never leave you for a better gun.
9. A gun will never compare you to another gun.
8. A gun never lies about its barrel length.

7. A gun doesn't mind if you admire another gun.
6. A gun lets you sleep in the middle of the bed and never hogs the covers.
5. A gun doesn't mind if you play with other guns.
4. A gun is ready to go any time you are.
3. A gun will never complain when you ask them to do a job for you.
2. A gun doesn't get soft just when you're starting to enjoy the action.

And the number one reason why Guns Are Better Than Men…

1.After they've fired all their rounds, they can be reloaded and ready to go immediately!

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Rie McGaha is an author, editor, and reviewer. She has more than a dozen books to her credit, and her recent release, Calen, the first book in the My Soul To Keep Trilogy, with the other two books being released later this year from Silver Publishing. You can join Rie, GA Hauser, & Stormy Glenn for Blog Blast 2011 (http://blogblast2011.blogspot.com/), on Blog Talk Radio, May 14, 2011 at noon CST, followed by a group chat at Erotic Promo.

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Stormy Glenn - http://stormyglenn.com/
Rie McGaha - http://www.riemcgaha.com/

An excerpt from Calen:

Calen dipped under the water to rinse and came up with a splash, and almost choked when he saw her standing at the water's edge, staring at him. Afraid to move a muscle, he feared she'd disappear if went toward her. He watched, mesmerized as she raised her hands and slipped the thin gown off her shoulders, letting it pool on the ground at her feet. He made a strangled sound as he drank in the sight of her nude body. Never had he seen anyone so beautiful. She took one slow, careful step at a time until she stood less than arm's length from him. Silent and still, he held his breath.

She reached out to him, placed her hand on his bare chest, and let her fingers slide beneath the water over his stomach. He placed his hand over hers and stepped into her. Reaching for her, he touched her silky hair, and let his fingers fall to her shoulders. She was so small, he thought as he looked down at her, the water that barely reached his ribcage rose to her chest, causing her breasts to float and making hard peaks of her nipples.

He grasped her around the waist and lifted her to him. Her hands laced around his neck, weaving through his hair as his mouth met hers and he drank. She opened to him with a sigh and wrapped her legs around his waist. His hands fisted in her hair, pulling her head back as he took the kiss deeper. The air sizzled and popped, the earth tilted, and the wind whipped the branches of the trees. Desire ripped through him, and he pressed her, demanded more from her, and she gave willingly.

His mouth bruised hers as their tongues mated, and his hands slid down her back, over her bottom, and he lifted her. The tip of his hardness pressed against her; with one movement he could be buried deep inside of her. A growl rose from his chest as he fought the urge to slam into her. He would not take her like this, not the first time. So he forced himself to break the kiss, to pull back, and sucked in a lung-full of air. She tilted her head as he looked into her eyes.

"Not like this," he said on a ragged breath and carried her through the water to the bank. He scooped up the gown she'd worn and carried her to the bed he'd made by the fire. He set her on the pallet and used a clean shirt to dry her, then slid under the blanket and pulled her in close to him. She curved into his body like she'd been made for him. He rose on one elbow and looked deep into her eyes.

"I don't even know your name." He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, and her cheeks.

"Arianna," she said softly.

"Arianna." He repeated her name reverently, like a prayer.

He kissed her again, gently, and sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and the kiss went deeper. She followed him, kissing him back like it was something they'd done time after time. Moving his hand down her body, over her flat stomach, and down her legs to the soft flesh of her inner thighs, his fingers searched, until she shifted, and he found the center of her heat. He moved a finger over her, and the downy hair parted for him as she raised her hips to him.

While gently stroking her clitoris, he watched her face. She gasped, and her eyes flew open. Gazing into her clear, blue eyes, he continued to stroke her. When she gave in to the sensation, her eyes glazed, and he slipped a finger inside her. His tongue flicked over his lips, then he kissed her again, while she wrapped her fingers in his hair and lifted her hips, writhing beneath him. Stroking the taut little nub, he brought her ever closer to the edge, until she dug her nails into his skin and arched beneath him, shouting her release.

Moving up her body, he sucked a nipple into his mouth and laved it gently as he positioned himself between her legs. When she looked up at him from beneath thick lashes, a contented smile curving her lips he slid into her slowly, stopping when she gasped. He kissed her temples, inhaled the scent of her hair, and forced himself to remain still until she relaxed again. He entered her little by little, stopping when he met the barrier of her virginity.

"It's going to hurt you," he whispered hoarsely. "I'm sorry, but it'll only be for a moment."

"I know." She kissed his lips and ran a finger over his brow.

"Hold on to me." He pushed into her, and she sucked in a breath at the intrusion. He stilled, allowed her to adjust to him and then moved slowly until he was buried inside of her. "Are you all right?"

"Mmmm," she purred, "more than all right."

"You feel so good." He moaned and pressed into her as far as he could. He moved. She moved.

"Just like that," she murmured.

8 comments:

cmkempe said...

Looks like a lot of fun! Nice cover, too. I dunno about the guns, LOL. Haven't used one since childhood. I did get to handle the gold medal for pistol shooting during the 1984 Olympics. I was working in the USC bookstore (the campus was part of the Olympic Village) and a woman came in wearing a medal and we finally had to ask her about it. She was from the plains of Western Canada and didn't know a soul in the city. We tried to ooh and ahh sufficiently to help her feel loved :-) Olympic medals are really nicely made and heavy.

strawberry said...

I have always liked going and shooting guns. I use to own some but sold them long ago. But still go out shooting at times. Looks like the book will be a good one. Didn't know if I should leave my email for the giveaway. strawberry_sweetheart39@yahoo.com

JoAnna said...

Loved that top 10. I have only have shot my father's hunting rifle once. So I'm not a gun expert.
Love the excerpt!

beckerjo at verizon dot net

SiNn said...

lolll too funny! i lovethat cover when your book goes to pint are you going to use the same covermodle for the print version of all three

congrats on the book

mortalsinn@yahoo.com

Rie McGaha said...

Thank you all for your comments! Yes, leave your email addys, go to the Blog Blast 2011 link and leave a comment there, follow the blogs and leave the comments there....

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AnnA said...

I have to thank Erin for sending me over

Penny said...

LOL - #2 is a winner.
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Erin O'Riordan said...

Today I return the favor by guest-blogging on Rie's blog.

Get Your Greek On: http://anauthorstale.blogspot.com/2011/05/four-romantic-greek-myths-by-erin.html