Thursday, June 3, 2010
ON TOUR: CINDY JACKS ~ GUEST BLOGGER (COMMENT TO WIN PRIZES)
Introducing Dahlia and Jackson
Cindy: Hi everyone, I'm pleased to be guest blogging here today. I have a treat for y'all. My characters, Dahlia Foster and Jackson Carmichael from the novel All the Good Men have stopped by to answer a few questions for me. Thanks for being here, guys.
Dahlia: My pleasure, Cindy.
Jackson: Good to be here.
Cindy: So let's get down to it. Can you two tell me a little about yourselves for the readers?
Dahlia: I grew up in a small town in central west coast Florida called Port Delmonico. My mother, Nora, rest her soul, was a florist. Now I run the flower shop. I used to teach botanical science at the local community college and study vermiculture, which, for lack of a better explanation, is worm poop. My father's a retired mechanic. I have four sisters and we're all named after flowers...thanks, Ma. I live vicariously through my wild best friend, Fiona. Um, and that's about it.
Jackson: I'm a firefighter. I used to be a pro for over twenty years with the Boston Fire Department, but after an accident on the job, I retired and moved to Florida because my mom lives near Port Delmonico. I volunteer with the P-Del Fire Department now, mainly as a fire instructor. I also play hockey and coach a youth hockey team. Oh yeah, and I'm really fond of my new neighbor [winks at Dahlia]
Cindy: Which brings me to my next question, how did you two meet?
Dahlia: Oh God. Can we skip this story? Please?
Jackson: No way, I love this story. Dahlia's dad, Jet, had...overindulged a little too much and wound up passed out in my koi pond. I fished him out and brought him over to Dahlia's house. The rest is history.
Dahlia: I don't think it was that easy for us to find our happily-ever-after, was it?
Jackson: Felt like it to me. [grin]
Cindy: Without giving out too many spoilers, can you guys describe some of the obstacles you faced during your budding romance?
Dahlia: Well, let's put it this way, we have a motto, “Any date that doesn't end in the emergency room is a good date for us.” That about sums it up, doesn't it, Jackson?
Jackson: [Laughing] Yeah. Yeah, it does.
Cindy: Jackson, what's the sexiest thing about Dahlia for you?
Jackson: Her love of worm poop. Kidding. I'd have to say her vulnerability, the person that lies beyond her defense mechanisms. Oh and her cleavage. Definitely her cleavage.
[Dahlia punches Jackson in the arm]
Jackson: Ouch! What?
Cindy: Dahlia, same question regarding Jackson.
Dahlia: His imperturbable cool. He never panics, he never loses his calm. I wish I were more like that. Not to mention he looks pretty damn good without a shirt on.
Jackson: You get to talk about me naked, but I get hit for mentioning your cleavage?
Dahlia: Only half-naked.
Cindy: [Laughing] Great, now I'm picturing Jackson naked. Sorry, guys. Okay, last question: Tell us something readers might not know about you both?
Dahlia: Before I met Jackson, I was afraid I'd wind up as the crazy cat lady....Stop, laughing, Jackson. I'm not kidding.
Jackson: Well, I'm glad I saved you from that fate. Let's see, weird fact about me...oh, I know. I might, sometimes, put Journey on the sound system in my car and sing along at the top of my lungs.
Dahlia: Lord, no one needs to see that. Trust me. He can't sing.
Jackson: Yeah, it's true...I can't.
Cindy: Thank you guys for being here and I'll sign off with a sexy excerpt from the book, All the Good Men.
Excerpt ~ Rated R
Her fingers slid over the ripples of his abdomen. Caressing her cheek, he moved in and brushed his lips against hers. Dahlia relaxed against him.
One button at a time, she worked until the shirt fell open. Smooth, cotton fabric glided over his shoulders and fluttered to the floor. She grimaced at his undershirt; just another layer of clothes separating her from his fragrant skin. Pulling it over his chest, she was forced to break away from his embrace to liberate him from the garment. He seized the opportunity to strip her of her t-shirt as well.
Large hands skimmed along her collarbone and followed her bra strap to the swell of her breasts. He folded his arms around her again. Despite the heat that passed between them, his touch gave her goosebumps. His tongue traced the curve of her neck, making her shiver.
Slow, deliberate kisses worked up her throat, brushed past her ear, then captured her lips. A deft motion behind her unsnapped her bra. Shimmying free of it, her bare breasts grazed against his torso. More tremors of excitement darted through her.
Jackson scooped her up and carried her to the bed. Her ruffled comforter felt cool against her back. He leaned in and covered her mouth with his. The dim light filtering through the curtains, the whir of the ceiling fan, even the intrusive red light from her alarm clock on the bedside table—everything else faded away until she was aware only of his warmth, his scent, and the feel of his lips against hers. She lost herself in the rhythm of his heartbeat, her own pulse picking up speed.
A hand slid underneath her skirt and up the length of her thigh. She let out a long sigh as he settled his hand between her legs. Slow, gentle strokes over her silken panties created a throbbing ache she could hardly bear. It'd been so long since anyone had touched her much less so handsome and sensual a man.
Jackson slid down her abdomen and left a trail of kisses in his wake. Her stomach quivered with each light brush of his lips across her skin. Reaching the junction of her hips and legs, his tongue skipped along the crease of her inner thigh...
Alisha: Mmmmm! Wow, Cindy! Can't wait to read all of this scrumptious tale! Thanks for being a guest host on my blog today!
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More about Cindy...
Prior to becoming a writer of romantic and erotic fiction, Cindy was a 'jacks' of all trades. Besides obtaining a BFA in sculpture, interning as a pastry-chef, and learning the art of furniture restoration, she worked for ten years in the corporate arena, but now happily spends her days as a full time author. Her first published work--"The Point of Distraction Series"--was inspired by a collection of short stories she wrote to entertain her best friend. Since then she's explored her inner bad girl and penchant for love stories by producing books full of humor and packed with real emotion. When not chained to her laptop, she enjoys belly dancing, international cooking, and making jewelry. She and her family call the Washington, DC area home.
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