Saturday's Hunk of the Day!

He looks like he could use a little help, ladies! Who wants to volunteer?

Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

Shh! Don't wake him! I've almost got his undies off!



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Saturday's Hunk of the Day!

I don't know his name and don't particularly care. I just have this overwhelming urge to jerk his chain and see what happens.


Enjoy your Saturday!

Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

Benji is looking lean and mean here.


Too bad we all know what a pussycat he is. Can you hear him purring?


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Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

Yesterday I discovered how to add more pages to the blog, so now my hunky covers are REALLY BIG!!! Take a look!

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When you're finished working out with this guy, come on over!

Saturday's Hunk of the Day!

Here's a little something for all of you cowboy lovers out there.

And you know what they say. . .


Save a horse. . .



























Ride a cowboy!

Sam's Buns

I should probably make you wait until next Monday for the posterior shot of Sam Devries which several of you requested after Sunday's post, but why bother? You could Google him yourselves and get there even faster than I can post them, but I do appreciate the fact that you are willing to wait. Aside from that, I have another reason for posting buns today.

This is just an aside, but a funny thing has started happening when I go hunk hunting. My blog is starting to show up on the searches! Who'd have thunk it?

I'm writing this on Monday night, and I must admit, I'm a little wiped out from all the traveling and looking forward to sleeping in my own bed again. We had fabulous weather for the trip to Kentucky, which took us all around the Lexington area. In one night, I drove through Lexington, Nicholasville (twice), Danville, and Harrodsburg. Of course, the reason we did all that driving around was because Bonnie knew I didn't like the twisty, scary road that ran between her house and Nicholasville, which is where her son lives. We took an alternate route, but I think we must have taken a wrong turn, because we left Nicholasville, only to find ourselves right back where we started!

Aside from that, the trip went well. I posted some pictures of Shakertown on Casablanca on Tuesday, so I won't post them here, but I do have others that I'll share with you in the coming days. I have to work T, W, Th this week, and Mikey is coming home on Fall break next weekend. Heaven only knows when I'll find time to blog, but I'll do my best!

Now, getting back to the reason why I posted Sam's buns. It's because mine are killing me from all the driving! So, ladies, let's hear it: what gives you a pain in the ass?

Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

Sharon sent me this one a while back, and all things considered, he's not bad. Granted, he's a bit skinny, and there are no tattoos, (that starts tomorrow!) but he's kinda cute and look, Lisa! Tan lines!!!!

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I'll be leaving for the lake on Monday morning, but I have tattooed hunks posted for the entire week. If anyone has a decent phone where I'm going, I may respond to comments, but, if not, I'll be back home on Friday night. In the meantime, enjoy!














Ooops! I almost forgot this other guy that Leslie sent me. I think he's even better!



























PS: You REALLY need to click on this one!

Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

Sharon sent me this one. She didn't consider him worthy of the Big Boy Collection, but he has other nice features. I love the hair, but if you'll look closely, he also has a guitar. WOW! A long-haired, guitar-playing, possibly hitchhiking, hunk! I'd pick him up in a heartbeat.

And really, the size doesn't matter. As Sharon so succinctly put it, his dick is pointed in the right direction. The rest is gratis.

Have a nice day!

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Saturday's hunk revisited.

This is Yvan. He was Saturday's hunk of the day, but you only got to see the back side of him, and the front is very nice, too, don't you think? I've always liked shell necklaces on guys with bushy hair. It's that cabana boy thing. I mean, wouldn't you love having him at your beck and call? Bringing you pina coladas while you lie on your chaise lounge in the tropical island sun? Listen, you can almost hear the ocean waves lapping at the shore while sound of sea gull cries fills the air. Luxuriant palm trees are swaying in the island breeze and a steel drum band is playing in the distance. *sigh* I think I'm almost there.

That's the best part about writing. You can take your fantasies and bring them to life. Yvan walking across the sand toward you; his skin hot from the sun, his amazing body on display for your eyes to devour, and his eyes alight with desire while a wicked grin teases his lips. Oh, yeah, I'm there. . .

He enlarges very nicely, too.

Hmm, let me see now. . . . Where were we? Oh, yes. . . I remember. . . .



The first thing Laura noticed was the spicy scent of his cologne carried toward her on the breeze. Nothing overpowering; just enough to capture her attention--which was wandering anyway. The pages of her novel swam before her eyes. Even with sunglasses and a visor, the book was almost too bright to look at. Glancing up, she gazed out over the ocean, the outlines of sun worshipers silhouetted against the waves to remind her where she was.

As if she needed reminding. The signs posted all up and down the beach had warned her. "Nude bathing permitted. Adults only."

Having seen that, she should have turned right around and gone back to her hotel room to hide. As it was, she knew she was overdressed, though, generally speaking, a string bikini shouldn't have made anyone feel that way. The nude bodies she'd seen scattered about made her feel out of place, which was unfortunate, because it had taken every bit of her courage just to wear the bikini.

"Go to the islands," everyone had said. "You'll forget all about him." Yeah, right. Like anything--or anyone--could make her forget Alan.

The cad. There was no other word fit to describe a man who would have two girlfriends trying to plan a surprise birthday party for him at the same time. It was just luck that they'd each tried to book the same restaurant for the party. What a joke!

Laura hadn't been smiling at the time, but the look on his face when they'd confronted him together was priceless. Not quite worth the pain, but still. . . .

"Would you like something from the bar, Miss? A pina colada, perhaps?"

His voice was softly accented, evoking all sorts of exotic imagery in her mind, and his intoxicating scent was stronger now; suntan oil combined with hot, male body and a light cologne. Closing her eyes, the mental image of a tall, dark island boy took shape.

"Miss?" he repeated.

Reality struck home and the image vanished. "Do you have any idea how many calories there are in a pina colada?" she asked with a short laugh.

"Ah, but you are on vacation," he said wisely. "You should be having fun and not worrying about calories."

"Well, what happens on this island might stay on the island," she said wearily, "but the pounds I pack on will certainly follow me all the way home." Sighing deeply, she added, "But I might as well splurge a little. After all, you only live once."

She turned as she said this and gasped in astonishment as her eyes swept up a tan, muscular, torso to a handsome face adorned with a tangle of unruly blond hair. Lowering her eyes didn't help at all because his luscious cock and balls were right there in front of her face, so close she could smell them. In fact, if his thatch of pubic hair hadn't been trimmed, it would have been tickling her nose.

He chuckled wickedly. "Unless you would prefer something less. . . fattening."

Laura bit her lip and looked up. His laughing eyes met hers and she couldn't help but smile back at him. "Something tells me that would be a very bad idea."

His cock twitched as he shrugged. "One pina colada then," he said with a trace of disappointment. Reaching out a hand, he brushed her cheek lightly with his knuckle before turning away.

Laura lay back in her chaise feeling a heat in her cheeks that had nothing to do with the sun. Apparently the waiters here were more than willing to provide "other" services along with the usual drinks and munchies--but she wasn't in the market for that. She was here to relax and forget. She attempted to go back to her book, but movement to her left caught her eye. She looked over in that direction and did a double take, blinking hard. There were two men fucking (there was no other way to put it) on a blanket not ten feet from where she sat.

Clapping a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming, her eyes frantically searched the beach for a cop. Surely that was illegal! However, looking further, she saw another couple (heterosexual this time) engaged in a similar activity, which led her to believe that sexual intercourse was at least tolerated, if not condoned. Why on earth hadn't she noticed it earlier? "Because you've had your head down and your nose in a book ever since you saw the sign, that's why," she muttered aloud.

The two men had their backs to her. About all she could see of the one underneath were the back of his thighs, his balls, and taut penis, while the one on top had the most squeezable, muscular buns she'd ever seen. He was a hunk, too, with dark curls kissing the nape of his neck. Laura gazed in fascination as his scrotum swung back and forth, his testicles hitting his partner behind the nuts with each thrust. A rush of sexual excitement flooded her pelvis and her nipples tingled with anticipation. She had no idea that watching two men getting it on could be quite so. . . stimulating.

She was openly gaping at them when a frothy glass suddenly dropped into her line of sight, effectively blocking her view.

"Here's your drink," her waiter said.

Laura gasped and sputtered as she fumbled for her bag. "H-how much to I owe you?"

"Nothing," he replied. "I was buying you a drink, not selling you one."

Her eyes widened. This bronzed sex god was buying drinks for her? It was as though every fantasy she'd ever had had suddenly sprung to life. "You mean you don't work at the bar?"

"No, I don't," he replied as he handed her the glass. With a nod toward the men she'd been watching, he added, "Looks like they're having a good time, doesn't it?"

Laura took a sip of her drink for something to do and found it difficult to swallow. "I--yes, I guess so."

"I prefer women myself," he continued. "Dark-haired, exotic beauties--" he paused for a moment as he pulled up another chaise, "--like you."

Laura took a big gulp of the sweet, icy concoction. "Ohhh, that was a mistake," she moaned as the brain freeze hit her. "I should have asked for it on the rocks instead of frozen."

"I'll remember that," he promised. Stretching out on his chaise, he leaned back with his hands behind his head, looking more like a centerfold than ever.

This can't be real, she thought, but couldn't help noticing that his dick was a little longer and thicker now--or was it just her imagination running wild?

"My name is Yvan," he added. "And I want to learn everything there is to know about you."

"That shouldn't take long," Laura said dryly. "There isn't much to tell." It might have been his standard pick-up line, but her eyes were not deceiving her: he was definitely getting hard, and the longer she looked, the more it seemed to swell.

"I doubt that," he said, shifting his hips so that his penis lay stretched out on his stomach. It was almost long enough to reach his navel, and still growing. "Why don't you start with why you are here in this beautiful, romantic place all alone?"

"How do you know I'm alone?" she asked. "I might just be by myself for the day, or--" She broke off there, realizing that lying to him was pointless. He was smiling at her as though he'd expected her to say that very thing--a smile that was quickly turning her to mush. . . .


To be continued on Thursday. . . .

Oh, the places you'll go....

. . . and the hunks you will find if you go in search of them! I believe I saw more naked men yesterday than I've ever seen before in my life, and I've been in nursing since 1973! Of course, I've never seen ANYTHING like these guys in the hospital!

This sample is only the tip of the iceberg. I believe I've found where Sharon has been hiding. . . and subsequently been inspired to write one of the hotter scenes of my writing career. But you'll have to wait until Hero is published to read it!

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Thresholds

It is now 10:35 PM on Sunday, and I just realized I haven't written Monday's blog. Right now, I'm tired, still not feeling particularly healthy, but I'm pleased to have good friends and followers on this blog, and since I haven't missed a day since I began back in December, I can't start now!

I'm trying to gear up for the time when I go to Washington DC for the RWA national conference, where I'll be meeting a lot of my fellow authors, as well as my editor at Sourcebooks, and possibly other editors and agents and publishers. This is something I've rarely done in my life--at least, not all by my lonesome--and I'm both anxious and nervous. I've taken a lot of risks, both with my writing and with this blog. What will they say to me? Will they care what I've done? More importantly, will I care what they think? I don't know, but I do know that I've had fun with it, and with all of you ladies who read my books and visit the blog.

I went into this venture with the idea of doing something fun for a living, rather than dealing with the pitfalls of nursing and seeing people at their very worst, but, occasionally, you see some people at their best: dealing with the illnesses that life has thrown at them with grace and good humor.

I had the privilege of caring for a young man for the past few days who, though his condition is terminal, can still laugh and tell us "Don't touch my nuts" when we were finding peanuts in his bed. Actually, I'd already touched his other nuts, which I pointed out to him, but we all got a good laugh out of it, anyway. Afterward, my friend Suzie made the comment that he didn't know who he was dealing with.

I've met many patients and healthcare workers who have enriched my life, and I know that there are those in the publishing business who have affected me, as well. I've never met any of them face to face, just as I've never met some of the men who have inspired me, but I still feel that I can count them as friends. Either way, I'm looking forward to it.

It is now 11:01 PM. If I write any more, it will be total gibberish. Good night, and may God bless you all--including the hunks.

Saturday's Hunk of the Day!

You've got to hand it to them for inventiveness on this one, don't you?

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Friday Fun!

Here's a little something to make your Friday more interesting. . .

I love this Doctor!!!

My friend, Natalie sent me this one. I love it!!!!!

Q: Doctor, I’ve heard that cardiovascular exercise can prolong life. Is this true?
A: Your heart is only good for so many beats, and that's it... don't waste them on exercise. Everything wears out eventually. Speeding up your heart will not make you live longer; that's like saying you can extend the life of your car by driving it faster. Want to live longer? Take a nap.

Q: Should I cut down on meat and eat more fruits and vegetables?
A: You must grasp logistical efficiencies. What does a cow eat? Hay and corn. And what are these? Vegetables. So a steak is nothing more than an efficient mechanism of delivering vegetables to your system. Need grain? Eat chicken. Beef is also a good source of field grass (green leafy vegetable). And a pork chop can give you 100% of your recommended daily allowance of vegetable products.

Q: Should I reduce my alcohol intake?
A: No, not at all. Wine is made from fruit. Brandy is distilled wine that means they take the water out of the fruity bit so you get even more of the goodness that way. Beer is also made out of grain. Bottoms up!

Q: How can I calculate my body/fat ratio?
A: Well, if you have a body and you have fat, your ratio is one to one. If you have two bodies, your ratio is two to one, etc.

Q: What are some of the advantages of participating in a regular exercise program?
A: Can’t think of a single one, sorry. My philosophy is: No Pain...Good!

Q: Aren’t fried foods bad for you?
A: YOU’RE NOT LISTENING!!! ..... Foods are fried these days in vegetable oil... In fact, they’re permeated in it. How could getting more vegetables be bad for you?

Q: Will sit-ups help prevent me from getting a little soft around the middle?
A: Definitely not! When you exercise a muscle, it gets bigger. You should only be doing sit-ups if you want a bigger stomach..

Q: Is chocolate bad for me?
A: Are you crazy? HELLO… Cocoa beans! Another vegetable!!! It's the best feel-good food around!

Q: Is swimming good for your figure?
A: If swimming is good for your figure, explain whales to me.

Q: Is getting in-shape important for my lifestyle?
A: Hey! 'Round' is a shape!

Well, I hope this has cleared up any misconceptions you may have had about food and diets.

And remember:
'Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways – A good zinfandel in one hand - chocolate in the other - body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming 'WOO HOO, What a Ride' AND.....

For those of you who watch what you eat, here's the final word on nutrition and health. It's a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies.

1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans.

CONCLUSION

Eat and drink what you like.

Speaking English is apparently what kills you.


Cheryl's addendum to the above: He forgot to mention sex, but with that kind of logic, it must be good for you, too. So, enjoy it while you still can!

Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

I promised Donna I'd do a Gilles Marini day, so here he is! If you've got any pics that are more, um, revealing, bring 'em on!













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Myrtle Beach fun!

Every year, I get a new hat when I'm on vacation. How do you like this year's? Somehow, it seemed appropriate, and no, I did not explain the story behind it to the cute young man who made it for me.

I took a movie of some fish at the aquarium, and it took forever to load and process, but give it a look. It's not real exciting, but I'll be interested to know if it will play for you ladies.

Now, by popular demand, here's another scene from Boots, and Spurs, and Cowboys, Oh, My! It's just a little fun that Troy and Angie have later on after she hires him to work on her ranch and he discovers a certain fringe benefit. . .

The light flickered as it shone on the contours of his body, highlighting the rounded curves and deepening the shadows in the hollows as he moved. It's not true that a man's body is all planes and angles, for there are soft curvatures which flow over his back, giving a rolled edge to his shoulder blades before sloping down into the crevice along his spine. Further down, those curves rise up to form two mounds which fit my hands as though they had been cast from a mold that was designed specifically for my grasp. My fingertips tingled as they trailed along the concave curve of his flanks while I knelt between his parted thighs. I spent the better part of the next half-hour or so devouring him with all of my senses and delighting in his soft moans when I touched him in ways that found favor with him. Urging him up onto his knees, I moved him back against me before rocking him forward once again. The view from that perspective was somewhat voyeuristic, as though I were watching him from behind as he made love to someone else and it doubled my desire for him.

I pushed him sideways, to enable the light to illuminate the space beneath him and gasped at the sight of the sparkling trail of fluid emanating from the head of his penis. Some women will tell you that such a spectacle does nothing to entice them, but I am not one of them. My whole body shuddered with anticipation as I reached beneath him, taking his hard cock in my hand as I licked the space just above his scrotum, tracing that line where the two halves of him join to form what resembles a scar running up the center of him.

Stroking him gently, I smoothed the warm syrup along his heated skin until he was wet enough to wrap my fist around and glide nearly frictionlessly along his thick shaft. I kissed him, sucking the smooth folds of his skin into my mouth along with the most sensitive and vulnerable parts of his delectable body. Teasing his testicles with my tongue, I was rewarded by hearing him groan into his pillow. I wrapped my free arm around his hip for support and settled in to continue for just as long as it took to make him come. Though I wasn't getting any attention myself, after a few minutes I was so wet it didn't matter and I came twice while I was doing him. I knew he would be hard again in twenty minutes, and I would get my turn, so I kept on, relentlessly massaging his cock and savoring his balls until a loud gasp warned me that he was almost there. Moving quickly, I let go of his scrotum and rolled him onto his back, still holding his slick, engorged penis and I aimed it into my mouth just as he began to spurt, and I didn't miss a drop as I went down on him. He seemed almost frantic, reaching for me, cautioning me not to move, because he couldn't take any more. His cock pulsed again and again; I'd never seen any male orgasm that lasted as long. Finally, when I thought he could stand it, I sucked his dick dry and moved up to lay beside him in the bed.

His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily and I wondered if he even realized that I had moved, for he seemed oblivious to everything. I snuggled closer to him, putting my hand on his chest and he reached up to touch my hand briefly before his arm flopped back down. “I'll be with you in a minute, baby,” he said breathlessly. “I'm gonna need a little time to recover from that.”

I left him alone for a while, and just lay there, feeling the heat from his body and listening to him breathe. It would be so nice to have him there all the time, I thought. So nice. . . . I moved my legs, and was reminded only then of just how wet I'd gotten and I realized that it wasn't in anticipation of anything he might do to me later, but was from the overwhelming pleasure of knowing that he had enjoyed what I had been doing to him. Just knowing that I was responsible for bringing him to a level where he truly couldn't take any more was intoxicating to me, and made me want to do it again and again and again. I got a rush just thinking about it and my stomach tightened as my body convulsed into another orgasm.

Moments later, a miraculously revived Troy was kissing me, pushing me backwards onto the bed. His kisses went from my lips slowly downward across my tingling body until he buried his face in my creamy pussy. Once there, he did the most delightful things with his tongue, flicking my clitoris until I thought I'd go mad and then delving deeply inside me for several undulating strokes before going back and starting over again. He'd gotten very comfortable, and appeared to have every intention of staying there eating my pussy until I came in his mouth, but I kept thinking about that cum-flavored dick of his and I knew I'd never be satisfied until I tasted some more of it.

He must have read my mind, for he got up and turned around, saying, “Angie, baby, why don't you suck my dick while I lick you off?”

I got a brief glimpse of his hard, glistening cock before he slid it past my lips and then settled down on me, sucking my clit into his mouth. We sucked each other for possibly three ecstatic minutes until he came down my throat once more with a groan and a gush. Then, as if the feel of his hot cock in me and his hot mouth on me weren't enough, he pushed his thumb inside me, too, sweeping it in circles on the walls of my vagina. It was too much to take all at once, and I climaxed almost immediately. What ordinarily would have come out as a scream was stifled by the thick cock in my mouth, otherwise I know even Dad would have heard me.

Reluctantly, I gave up my hold on him and he reversed his position once again, this time to lay beside me, taking me in his arms and kissing me in a relaxed, almost lazy fashion that reminded me of a slow, Southern drawl. I don't know how long he kept it up, but I was drifting in and out of sleep when he murmured, “One more time and I've got to go, Angie.”

I muttered something suitable in reply, and he got up on his knees and found his way inside me yet again, but this time, it was with his awesome cock instead of his tongue or his thumb. I was so thoroughly fucked that I couldn't even hold my legs up as Troy rocked back and forth in a steady rhythm which seemed to go on for days. I would have said I was long past the point of caring if I ever had another orgasm or not, but having him inside me sort of brought me to life again, and soon he had me gasping for more. It took him longer to come this time, and by the time he left, I was asleep and dreaming about his next visit—and fully intending to find some excuse to double his salary at my earliest opportunity. . . .

Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

I just wanted to let you ladies know how much I appreciated your support on the various sites I've been a guest on this past week, so I'm taking this opportunity to say:

THANK YOU!!!!

I've got a guest blog or an interview posted every day this coming week, and I leave for Myrtle Beach on Wednesday night! I sure hope the Internet works in that hotel room or I'm gonna have to hunt me up a good WiFi cafe!

*takes deep breath*

I think I need a little pick-me-up. This one of Rafael is courtesy of Professor Penis.

Thanks, Sharon! I needed that!

Also, I'm collecting photos of readers with their copy of Outcast for the launch party on Casablanca Authors on June 1. Send them to me at cheryl.brooks52@yahoo.com and I'll post them!

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Saturday's Hunk of the Day!

I've often said that my favorite thing is a still, damp morning when the honeysuckle and wild roses are in bloom, and yesterday I had just such a morning. There was a nice breeze while I was up at the barn, and above the smells of the horses and insect repellent, there was the honeysuckle. Neighbor Janet is always fussing at me to get rid of that tangled eyesore by the pasture gate, but OMG, the smell! I wish I could share it with you.

The only thing that smells better to me is a--well, better not say that here, but this picture of Benji may give you some idea of what I'm talking about.

Hope you have a fragrant day!

Sunday's Hunk of the Day!

Okay, ladies! You wanted to see all of Benji, and thanks to Leslie and Sharon, we've got him right here!






















For another nice one of our darling Benji, I'm over on Wickedly Romantic today.