Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

Interesting example of the correlation between the nose and the penis, don't you think?

He could SO be a Zetithian with those ears...

Saturday's Hunk of the Day!

It just doesn't get any better than that. You don't even have to see his face to know who he is.

And now for the winner of yesterday's giveaway of STUD!

Congratulations, Ana!!! You're the winner!!!!

I'll be in Indy today for an INRWA meeting, that is, if the snow doesn't get too deep!

Friday Fun with STUD!

Since I received my author's copies of Stud yesterday, what could be more fun than a giveaway! To enter, simply post a comment telling me why you'd like a Zetithian of your very own. I'll announce the winner on tomorrow's blog.


And since Tarq's physical attributes are based on a certain model we all know and love, today will begin a Derrick Davenport weekend!

I'll start things off with two of my favorite Derrick pics.

TGIF!!!!

Saturday's Hunk of the Day!

When all else fails, go with the classics.

Enjoy your Saturday with Derrick!

Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

Go ahead, Derrick...

       

Make my day...

This review of Sex, Love, and a Purple Bikini certainly made my day!

Check it out on TBR Pile Book Reviews!

We're giving away a free copy too!

Whopping Wet Weasel Wednesday!

LOL! Say that three times real fast! I know this WW can't compare with last week's, but I'm fairly certain this one is for real.



















I'm ready to roll on the next book. It's in my head now and it's got to come out. My Derrick Davenport-based Zetithian is gonna knock your socks off!

And just in case you've forgotten about Derrick's main claim to fame here at the CBEB, I'll post one of my favorite examples:



























And I'm not talking about his thighs!

Western Whopping Weasel Wednesday!

I know this is Cowboy Week, but I couldn't find a pic of Derrick both with the horse and wearing the hat, so I had to compromise and use two pictures.

I know you'll all be terribly disappointed by this, but none of my other whoppers were wearing hats--at least, none of the good ones, and Derrick, as we all agree, is one of the best!











Just imagine him wearing a nice, big, black Stetson, and you'll get the the idea.



























The RT convention starts today. I've got the internet working in my room, and hopefully I'll have some pics to post tomorrow. If not, the rest of the week may be nothing but hunks!

Please, try to control your disappointment....

Happy Anniversary!

Today is the first anniversary of this blog. So, for that reason, I think we need several hunks, don't you?

Some oldies but goodies!

Thank you to all who have supported the blog this past year. I think we can all say we've had fun!

Whopping Weasel Wednesday!

When I first saw this photo, I thought: Oh, yeah, right.... somebody's trying to get all artsy-fartsy with the naked men, and I didn't bother saving it in my computer.

Later on, I ran across it again, or one of you may have sent it to me, and I looked at it in an entirely different light. I was like: OMG! It's freakin' Derrick!

Funny how that changed my attitude about whether it was being pretentious or not. I get it now. Derrick is not just another naked man; he's a work of art.

Some of it's natural--I seriously doubt that anyone but God is responsible for the shape of that yummydoodle--but the rest of his body wouldn't look anything like that if he hadn't put a lot of time, effort, and sweat into its creation. Of course, his being an ex-Marine might have had something to do with it, too.

I heard a funny little tidbit about Marines while at the retreat. Marine stands for: Muscles Are Required, Intelligence Not Essential. We all laughed, of course, but though I'm sure a good many Marines fall into that category, some would be offended by it, and Derrick just might be one of them. Something tells me there's more to him than meets the eye.

Wouldn't you love to find that out firsthand?

Tasty Tuesday Chili!

Donna's cooking again! This time it's a nice hot chili to warm you up on a cold night!

Rated: RG gives it Two Thumbs up. Submitted By: Donna Cooks Prep Time: 15 Minutes Cook Time: 8 Hours Ready In: 8 Hours 15 Minutes Servings: 8

"The slow cooker is a great way to make chili. This beefy chili is packed with beans, veggies, and spice."

Ingredients:

1 pound ground beef 3/4 cup diced onion 3/4 cup diced celery 3/4 cup diced green bell pepper 2 cloves garlic, minced 2 (10.75 ounce) cans tomato puree 1 (15 ounce) can kidney beans with liquid 1 (15 ounce) can kidney beans, drained

1 (15 ounce) can cannellini beans with liquid or Canned Baked Beans 1/2 tablespoon chili powder 1/2 teaspoon dried parsley 1 teaspoon salt 3/4 teaspoon dried basil 3/4 teaspoon dried oregano 1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper 1/8 teaspoon hot pepper sauce

Directions:

1.	Place the beef in a skillet over medium heat, and cook until evenly brown. Drain grease.
2.	Place the beef in a slow cooker, and mix in onion, celery, green bell pepper, garlic, tomato puree, kidney beans, and cannellini beans. Season with chili powder, parsley, salt, basil, oregano, black pepper, and hot pepper sauce.
3.	Cover, and cook 8 hours on Low. But if that doesn't get your temperature up, you might try a little Derrick on the side. When Donna starts talking about meat, I always think of Derrick. Why IS that ?

Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

I don't believe any words are necessary.


I'm on Wickedly Romantic today if I can think of anything to write about.

Dry off and come on over!

Whopping Weasel Wednesday!

Just when I think I've seen all the pictures there are of Derrick, I find another one. I'm sorry that clicking on him doesn't make him bigger, but perhaps he doesn't need to be.

Wow, the last day of September, and it's getting cold here! Leaves are falling and the wind is blowing and though the sun is shining, it's a bit chilly! Poor Derrick would have goosebumps all over him if he was here with me now. Might be fun to warm him up, though.

I'm going to see my sisters this coming weekend--at least, that's the plan. Last year we went to the races at Keeneland, but I have no idea what's in store this time. I'm just looking forward to a little down time where I don't have to think.

The gang at the hospital is already planning another trip to Nashville and Dale Hollow Lake. Terri has been scouring the Internet for things to do in Nashville, but so far, all we have on our list is the Nash Trash Bus Tour and two restaurants that we were told to check out the last time we were there. We'll be in town over a weekend this time, which should give us more options. It seems that Nashville during the week in February isn't quite what it is at other times of the year.

I told them I didn't care what we did as long as I don't have to make any decisions. That's my idea of a vacation--that and, as I've said before, not having to deal with anyone's shit but my own. I mean that quite literally, too.

Enjoy your Wednesday!

Tasty Tuesday Meatloaf!

Looks like Donna has been in the kitchen again, and this time she's playing with the meat instead of the buns!

She sent me this recipe and said all I had to do was provide the hunk, and when I think "meat," I think of Derrick, so here he is. Be sure to click on him!

I'm blogging on Casablanca Authors today, so after you get done drooling, come on over!



Donna's BIG MEATLOAF serves 7

• 1 1/2 pounds ground beef
• 1/4 cup chopped onion
• 1/4 cup quick-cooking oats
• 1/8 cup cornmeal
• 1 cup dried bread crumbs
• 1 1/2 teaspoons salt
• 1 tablespoon white sugar
• 1 egg, beaten
• 1/2 cup tomato juice
• 1/2 cup water
• 1 tablespoon barbecue sauce
• 1 dash liquid smoke flavoring
• 1 tablespoon distilled white vinegar
• 1/4 cup ketchup
• 1 tablespoon brown sugar
• 2 teaspoons prepared mustard
• 2 dashes liquid smoke flavoring

• 
  

What to Drink?
	Merlot
	Fruity-Punchy

DIRECTIONS on handling the meat:

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).
2. In a large bowl, combine the beef, onion, oatmeal, cornmeal, bread crumbs, salt, sugar, egg, tomato juice, water, barbecue sauce, 1/8 teaspoon liquid smoke and vinegar. With your Hands, Mix together thoroughly and place mixture shaped like a Large YUMMYDOODLE into a lightly greased 9x5 inch loaf pan.
3. In a separate small bowl, combine the ketchup, brown sugar, mustard and 2 drops liquid smoke and mix thoroughly. Spread over the top of the meatloaf.
4. Bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for approximately one hour. Take it out of oven.
5. Let it set for awhile before Serving. ENJOY the Meat. Serve with a nice salad, baked potato, and Hunky Pull- a- Part Buns.

Christian is checking to make sure his yummydoodle is okay. I'm sure it is. Probably very tasty, too. . . .

Zetithian Thunder

I think I need to write a book about Derrick and his thunder thighs, don't you? I still like that Zetithian "man whore" idea. He could bounce from woman to woman without a care in the world, driving them all wild with that curvy cock of his, and then one day some mousy little girl will snare him.

Sounds like fun, doesn't it? I'll have to run that one past my editor. Not sure she'd go for a book called The Cat Star Chronicles: Man Whore though. We'd have to come up with something more clever. Gigolo, or Stud, maybe. "Hung" has already been done, unfortunately. Of course, all Zetithians are hung, just some more hung than others. Still, there's such a thing as too big. Have to be careful about that. Or more subtle like, Escort. I could use Lover since that one got tossed out in favor of Outcast. Rake is a good one, but he might end up sounding more like a garden tool than a lady killer. God knows.

I'm rambling again. Better shut up and go play Farm Town on Facebook. Anyone need their pineapples picked?

Sunday's Long-Haired Hunk!

Alas, long-haired hunk week has come to an end. I hope those of you who've camped out here this week have enjoyed your stay. I didn't think I'd have enough pictures to get us through, but somehow, they all fell into place like the good little bad boys that they are. I think I may do an all hunkybuns week next time. Believe me, I've got TONS of those!

I have no idea what this guy's name is, but something about him reminds me of Derrick. Can you guess what it is??



























I'm blogging on Wickedly Romantic today, so drop by if you've got the time!

Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

It's a sleepy Sunday morning with Derrick.

Sort of makes you want to forget about making pancakes, doesn't it?

He might even be better than waffles!

As always, I'm blogging on Wickedly Romantic today. It's something about weeds, I think. . . . I can't remember exactly. Derrick has my brain on overload!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LISA!!!!!

Well, Lisa, we've baked the cake and lit the candles on the birthday buns for you, but I know that what you really want is a man on a tractor.












Is this what you had in mind?????

That's actually Derrick in case you can't tell from the thunder thighs. The pic is courtesy of Sharon.

























Donna suggested that I try to find some hot Hawaiian hunks for your BD. I looked and this is what I found. His name is JC Sibala, and he's not Hawaiian, but Filipino, but he looked so darn good I didn't think it would matter.




























Plus, we have every soccer mom's dream in our own sweet Benji!


















You have a real nice birthday, now, ya hear?

Monday Moons!

This just goes to prove that Derrick has some awesome buns to go along with those thunder thighs.

This next fellow is only listed as David, but I think that's really all we need to know about him. The rest we can see with our own two eyes.

I don't know if we can take much more of this before we all go into hunk overload. Perhaps I should go back to posting flowers for a while, just to give us time to recover.

I've been writing a lot on Hero, and I think you'll all be pleased with the results. Trag is such a sweetie, and Micayla is more than a match for him. He's gonna turn to much by the end, you wait and see! I'm up to 80,000 words now, so meeting the Sept 30 deadline shouldn't be a problem.

I want to thank all of you blog followers for sticking with me through the times between book releases. Keeping a following is a tough job, and I'm grateful to all of you who have suggested topics and given me your input, be it recipes or pictures or the occasional guest blog.

Speaking of guest blogs, Sharon's post will be going up on Wednesday. Given the day of the week I'm posting it on, you can probably guess what her topic is! Don't miss it!

We also talked about writing another story. Are you starting it, Ana? The only email I've received was from Sharon. It may be a while before I can post it, but you can start writing it if you like. I've been getting bogged down in details lately, so forgive me if I'm not here a lot. The brain is getting fried again. Unfortunately, it doesn't take much to do that!

I watched Hung on Sunday night. I'll have to say, I wasn't terribly impressed. Oh, well. . . .

Sharon is sending me hunk pictures again. I'm sifting through them and looking for only the best! In the meantime, I'm sure you'll all enjoy Derrick's buns!

Whopping Tropical Weasel Wednesday!

Even if you can't see his face very well, you probably recognize that dick (and those thighs!) by now. Yes, it's Derrick.

Just imagine him bringing you a pina colada and maybe putting a little sunscreen on your back. Taking you for a swim or a stroll on the beach. Then a little frolicking in the sand.

Oh, yeah. No problem. I'm there. . .




If you like pina coladas, and getting caught in the rain. . . .

Recipe courtesy of Webtender; revised by me!

Pina Colada

Ingredients

• 3 oz Light rum
• 3 tbsp Coconut milk
• 3 tbsp Pineapple, Crushed

Mixing instructions:

Put all ingredients into an electric blender with 2 cups of crushed ice. Blend at a high speed for a short length of time. Strain into a collins glass and serve with a straw. For an added treat, pour over your favorite hunk and lick it off. Slowly. You wouldn't want to miss anything. . . .

Sunday's Naked Cowboy!

I think that this was my personal favorite of all the cowboys Sharon sent me. I think the reasons for that are perfectly obvious to anyone who knows me.

(Hint) There are two of them.

I'm also blogging on Wickedly Romantic today. Come on over!

Since Donna gave me such a good idea for a story with Derrick, I figured I'd give it a whirl, so, here goes!

THE COWBOY'S DELIGHT
by Cheryl Brooks

It was pouring down rain when Eloisa left the gym. Not just a little sprinkle, but deluging buckets of the stuff. She was already sweaty from her workout, but with no umbrella, she might as well have gotten into the shower fully clothed.

Scrambling gratefully into her car, she put the key in the ignition and turned it, expecting the usual roar of the engine, but nothing ignited; just cranked in a weak, impotent manner. "You have got to be kidding me," she groaned. "You can't do this to me. You're, you're still under warranty!"

It was dark and stormy and all Eloisa wanted to do was go home. She banged her head on the steering wheel in frustration, proving that, if nothing else, the horn still worked. Not bothering to raise her head, she toyed with the idea of calling her ex-boyfriend, but decided against it. In a town where she only knew her coworkers, there wasn't any family to call, either. "A cab," she decided. It was the only viable solution--either that or a tow truck, or both. It was getting pretty late, but at least her cell phone still worked.

Glancing up at the lights in the gym, she decided that it was worth the effort to be in a warm, dry place long enough to make a call and wait for her ride. Yeah, it was worth it.

"Just one more try," she muttered, giving the key another turn. Nothing happened--nothing new, that is. She was about to open the door when she heard a tap on the window. Glancing up to see who it was, Eloisa's heart fell into the puddle at her feet; she could almost hear the squishy plop when it landed. It was the gym's resident hunk, Derrick, cowboy hat and all.

"This just couldn't get any worse, could it?" she muttered. "I look like a drowned rat, and he'd look good even after a manure cart tipped over on him." Bowing to the inevitable, she opened the door a crack.

"Sounds like a bad starter," he said, shouting over the din of the rain pounding on the roof. "Had trouble before?"

Eloisa shook her head. "It's practically new."

"Yeah, well, they don't make them like they used to," he said. "Want me to take a look at it?"

Having been the talk of the ladies at the gym, Eloisa knew full well that Derrick wasn't a mechanic, and despite the cowboy hat, had probably never been on a horse. Rumor had it that he was an accountant. A single, unattached accountant. However, the fact that he rarely spoke with any of the women had them all speculating that he was either gay or too stuck on himself to acknowledge anything less than a supermodel.

"Don't bother," she said, making a vain attempt to wave him off. "I'll just call a tow truck or a cab or something."

Derrick rolled his eyes--a gesture which made the muscle-bound blond seem far more human than Eloisa had ever given him credit for in the past. "Do you really think I'd let. . . " He broke off there and heaved an exasperated sigh, he went on, "Contrary to popular belief, chivalry is not dead."

"You don't have to stay with me or drive me home," Eloisa said firmly. "I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

Rain was dripping off the brim of his hat, but Derrick didn't seem to notice, nor did he comment on her declaration of independence. "Look, I've been wanting to say something. . . I'm not much of a talker, but I--" Finally acknowledging the rain, he said abruptly, "Could we have this conversation somewhere else?"

"Like where?"

"Anywhere that's dry."

Eloisa was within a hairsbreadth of telling him to get in her car when she realized how stupid it would be. Granted, he was a known entity, but only up to a point. She might know his name and a little bit about him, but she'd also seen the muscles. He could easily overpower her in just about any situation up to, and possibly including, one in which she was armed. "I really should just call a tow truck."

"Maybe," he admitted. "But this has nothing to do with your car." Her bewildered expression must have prompted him to explain, for he added, "It's just an excuse--a pretty good one, actually."

"For what?"

"To, um, you know. . . talk to you."

"You need an excuse for that?"

"Well, yeah. Like I said, I'm not much of a talker. I just--" He broke off there, seeming very irritated or agitated--she couldn't tell which. "Oh, hell, I give up. Forget it. But, please, let me go back to the gym and call for help. I'll stick around 'til they get here."

It finally dawned on her that he wasn't only offering to help, he was hitting on her, or trying to. Unfortunately, he wasn't very good at it--either that or he was the most subtle pick-up artist she'd ever encountered. Just pretending to be too damned shy to speak to a girl could be quite appealing--and disarming.

"That would be very kind of you."

"Yeah, well, at least I'm good for something," he muttered.

Eloisa watched his retreating figure as he walked back to the gym, pulling his collar up around his neck, his head bowed against the rain. His walk was purposeful, but she suspected that if there'd been a can lying in the street, he'd have kicked it.

Staring at the rivulets running down the windshield, Eloisa waited, wondering if she should take him up on his other offer. Conversation, he'd said, but he'd also admitted that he wasn't much of a talker. What else did he have in mind? Sex? Oh, surely not! He was the kind of gorgeous hunk that no woman in her right mind would turn down, and yet he seemed to be the most painfully shy and insecure man she'd ever met.

He returned before she'd had much time to ponder his odd behavior. This time, however, she unlocked the door and motioned for him to get in. In the confined space, his masculine scent was magnified; just inhaling it made her wish he had been talking about sex. She'd seen his body; the power in those heavily muscled thighs and that fabulous ass would pretty much guarantee endless, mind-blowing sex. Unless, of course, he had no dick to speak of.

"It'll be three hours before a tow truck can get here," he reported. "Want to wait, or do you want the cab?" Then, not waiting for her reply, he blurted out, "I'll take you home--or anyplace else you want to go. I won't try anything, I promise. Just let me help you."

"A guy like you should be promising me that you would try something," she said with a smile. "--you know, as incentive?"

Clearly taken aback, he said. "You'd want that?"

Eloisa couldn't help but laugh. "You're quite a hunk, Derrick--and, yes, I know your name. Trust me, every woman who lays eyes on you is probably lusting after you. I can't believe you're so shy."

"Wasn't always like this," he mumbled. "Used to be little and skinny and scared to death of girls."

Something told her that not everything had changed. "Still scared to death of girls?"

"Oh, God, yes!" he said, as though relieved to actually say it out loud. "Terrified."

"But you wanted to talk to me? Why?"

"Thought you looked nice," he said. "Very friendly, and--" Shifting uncomfortably in his seat, he turned away.

"And?"

"I can't tell you the other part."

"Why not?"

Turning back toward her, he shook his head. "Sounds too crass."

"Try me."

When their eyes met, his expression was bleak, but hungry at the same time. "Just looking at you makes my dick hard." He turned away again. "Shouldn't say that, but it's true."

"I don't believe it," she scoffed. "Even my ex-boyfriend didn't--" She broke off there before adding reflectively, "--though that might be why he's my ex."

"He's an idiot," Derrick said flatly.

"Ah, so you've met him?"

"No, he's an idiot for not wanting you."

The fact that he'd ignored her subtle sarcasm made his words carry that much more weight. Eloisa felt their impact right in the middle of her chest. He might be terrified of girls, but he certainly knew what to say. The tension between them intensified and she felt herself trembling to the point that her teeth were chattering.

"You're cold," he said, but before she could reply, he'd leaned over and taken her in his arms. His shirt was wet, but he was still hot. The feel of his body against hers was shocking, soothing, and exciting, all at the same time. She was clinging to him, craving his heat. A deep groan rumbled through his chest. She burrowed into him, her lips pressed against his neck as she inhaled his scent. He smelled like sex and rain, and the aroma filled her head, driving out all rational thought. Her tongue swept across his neck of its own accord, and she felt his muscles tense, heard his soft gasp as she tasted his salty sweat.

His strong hand cupped her chin, pushing her head back, as his head descended. When his lips captured hers in a desperate kiss--almost as though he was expecting her to scream or push him away--she melted into him, her lips parting as she let him in. She heard his low growl as he pulled her out of her seat. He was so strong, she felt like a rag doll in his arms. His hands were all over her, warming her with their heat, driving her wild with need for him. She'd never reacted so strongly to any man's touch before. He wasn't practiced and skillful, either; he was fumbling and frantic, trying to get as much of her in his hands as he could before she made him stop.

But she didn't; she encouraged him. Pulling open his shirt to expose his sculpted chest, she went for his nipples, first kissing them and then teasing them with the tip of her tongue. The sound he made deep in his throat was one Eloisa knew she would remember until her dying day. She fell forward onto his chest as he pulled the lever to recline the seat. She was on top of him, he was pulling up her shirt, and then her breasts were in his hands, his thumbs stroking her nipples. She was making sounds she'd never heard before, soft, whimpers of incredible pleasure as his caresses sent tingling waves of delight coursing through her body.

She tugged at his waistband, letting out a frustrated moan when she encountered his belt. Then it fell away and his hard cock sprang up and she went down on him, savoring his slick, salty meat. She'd never seen one like it--thick and long with a sinuous curve that promised extraordinary delights. His rough scrotum softened with her wet kisses; his own fluids providing a nearly frictionless glide. Derrick stiffened beneath her, his head thrown back in sheer ecstasy as she sucked in his balls. He moved against her mouth, slipping his nuts in and out past her lips. Eloisa was moaning, her body on fire as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her.

"Ride me," he whispered. "Get on my dick and ride."

Eloisa skimmed off her shorts and climbed on. His cock slid into her like it belonged there. Taking in the full length of him, she let out a muffled cry. He was so hot, so big, so alive. . .

"Okay?" he gasped.

"Oh, yeah," she sighed. "The best ever."

Bracing her hands on his hard chest, she rocked up and down on him. He was pushing buttons inside her she didn't even know existed. Then he began to move beneath her, using those thickly muscled thighs to bounce her up and down on his cock. Eloisa was moaning with every breath she took, her instincts taking over as she careened into orgasm. Her pussy tightened and she cried out as she felt the first spurt of his semen. Hard thrusts pushed him deeper within her until she could take no more and collapsed on his chest.

His arms were around her again, keeping her safe, keeping her warm. "Can I take you home now?"

"Only if you promise not to leave."

"No danger of that," he said. "I'm all yours."