Asphalt Cowboy’s Girl By Marie Savage: Blog Tour, Review, Song Playlist & Give Away

Title: Asphalt Cowboys Girl
Author: Marie Savage
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 15, 2018

 

On the highway, bad things can happen …

Aimee Jo Elliot isn’t having a good day. Her long anticipated journey to California is cut short when her car is stolen. Stranded at a truck stop in Alabama, with no car, no money, and most of all, no hope, she’s desperate to get back on the road. California holds the answer to her dreams and an escape from the danger she’s left behind in Georgia. Accepting a ride from the sexy truck driver has its own set of risks, but she never considered it would be to her heart.

The life of an asphalt cowboy …

Luke McIntyre has life all figured out. He owns his own rig, makes his own rules, and only answers to himself. The solitude of life on the road suits him just fine. Not one for permanent relationships, he has no problems picking up temporary lovers. And he always makes sure they know the score—hot sex, respect, but no strings. His quiet life is shot to hell, however, when he offers the Georgia beauty a ride. He soon discovers that rules are made to be broken.

In for the long haul …

Luke and Aimee Jo soon realize their simple four-day journey is anything but simple. An instant attraction sidetracks their well-made plans and dreams. When they reach California, decisions must be made. Will they go their separate ways, or journey on together? 

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What originally caught my eye when I came across Asphalt Cowboy’s Girl, was first the cover graphic. I’m a sucker for pictures that tell a story. Secondly and more importantly, was the information I read about the author, Marie Savage. She’s served our country in the Air Force, that’s an automatic check next to someone I would want to support.  As I continued reading about Marie, I read her note that spoke about how special this particular book was to her. Marie’s husband is a truck driver. Can you imagine the nights away from your husband that could lead to some seriously juicy romance writing?  I suppose that my training as a teacher, has always aimed my focus on the author and their purpose for writing when selecting what I will spend my time reading and now writing/blogging about. As an author, if you have a passion from personal experience, you have the gift of a special sense of what your audience wants to read. I found this to be the case in this quick and easy read, Asphalt Cowboy’s Girl.

The book is jumps right into a flow of fun and flirty dialogue and action that reads like a scene playing out in front of you. No big tricks, no major dramatic elements to get through, other than life. Which I guess is a paradox in itself. I felt a sense of relief reading a book that was a sweet romance with a sexy relationship building along the way.  Marie didn’t need millionaires, movie stars, CEO’s or any other intangible figures to advance her story. In fact, her characters were a truck driver and a girl on her way to Los Angeles. Truck stops, non-wash board abs, and a Tex Mex restaurant with a jilted one night stand were sexy! Sometimes it takes a well written kiss to make the simplest of stories sizzle.

If you are looking for a quick read for a long evening in, or just a change from the stereotypical romance genre that is overflowing with fantasy lifestyles of the rich and complicated for seven hours of your life, this is a fun read. You won’t believe what those Big Rigs are actually hiding…

 

Advance Reader Copy was provided for this review by www.incidentally.org

Marie Savage is a self-published author who has a love for family, friendships, patriotic spirit, and hometown pride.

Born and raised in the Florida Panhandle, she has always had a love for reading and writing, with the romance genre being her obvious favorite. Her desire to expand her horizons, led her to join the United States Air Force and proudly serve her country for six years.

While stationed in Atwater California, she met her true love and together they have shared life’s beautiful joys and tragic losses. After spending over half her life in the Central Valley of California, she has moved back home to the Wiregrass area, where her passion for writing first began.
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Her Claim by Rebecca Grace Allen Review & Give Away (Blog Tour Stop)

Her Claim
Rebecca Grace Allen
(Legally Bound, #2)
Publication date: April 23rd 2018
Genres: Erotica, Romance

She’s no princess. He’s no prince. Then again, they never wanted a fairy tale.

Legally Bound, Book 2

Cassie Allbright takes no prisoners. A half Cuban ball-busting attorney, she’s too tough to admit what she wants in bed. But tough is the only way to cut it in her high-powered firm, and Cassie doesn’t need a knight in shining armor. And she definitely doesn’t need Patrick Dunham—an arrogant, chauvinistic man-whore with a knack for pissing her off.

Bound to the helm of his family’s publishing house, Patrick is shackled to a life of power and wealth he never wanted. Seduction is his only distraction—his nights of pleasure always temporary, because happily-ever-afters are not for him. But while luring a woman into his bed has always come easy, the high-and-mighty Cassie has never succumbed to his charms.

Their verbal sparring turns to foreplay, but instead of scratching an itch, it only whets their appetites. Patrick gives Cassie a taste of what she’s secretly craved, and Cassie’s dark desires stir up things Patrick never knew he wanted. Enchanted, he offers to fulfill her most dangerous fantasies. She agrees, with an iron-clad escape clause: her heart is off-limits, and so is his.

Funny thing about hearts, though. They have a way of ignoring the fine print.

Warning: This book isn’t for the faint of heart. Disclosure includes angry, vying-for-control hate sex and one steamy weekend in Miami. Ready? Break the caution tape and proceed.

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Author Bio:

Rebecca Grace allen holds a Bachelor of Arts in English with a double concentration in Creative Writing and Literary Comparison as well as of Master of Science degree in Elementary Education, both of which seemed like good ideas at the time. After stumbling through careers in entertainment, publishing, law and teaching, she’s returned to her first love: writing. A self-admitted caffeine addict & gym rat, she currently lives in upstate New York with her husband, two parakeets, and a cat with a very unusual foot fetish.

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Our Review:

“Her Claim” is a rock-solid, sizzling hot love story about two people who think they know just what they want in love and life. Their lives get turned upside down as they battle each other through sexual angst into a simmering, unconventional relationship. Of course, there’s nothing more enjoyable than watching as this happens, as it all goes south.

Cassie is much more than the average female character at first glance-the Latina Lawyer who is simply pushing aside her own mother’s traditional roots. She’s so much more, a woman dealing with bi-cultural identities, struggling with her age and expectations, gender roles… We are allowed into her deepest thoughts and feelings as she experiences new types of relationships with Patrick. The author treats us well, as we dive with the couple into a darker, more taboo side of sexual dominance. What Cassie wants from Patrick gives him a thrill that he didn’t necessarily realize he wanted or ever needed to deliver.  As the book progresses, you can’t help getting swept into the all the deep feels of this book. This is the book that does for BDSM what other popular titles only started to do.  “Her Claim” presents the sexual play and relationships in a very real way. Ways that we may have thought about ourselves as readers. This may be why this book appeals to so many and why the genre has caught on. These are real feelings that couples have, only Rebecca Allen Grace has been bold enough to put it into writing, encouraging us not to dismiss what we may want to consider…someday.

“Her Claim” and the stories that Rebecca Grace Allen writes, present to the reader, a possibility of a world where it’s possible to express your deepest desires. In “Her Claim”, both Cassie and Patrick are finding there may be one person who you can not only trust your fantasies with, build upon them with and that one person to be there with you to live the bright and fun memories worth sharing.

This story takes us to Southern Florida where we can taste, hear, smell and feel the culture of an eccentric Cuban family. It’s part dreamy, part home girl goes home, part family wedding. I loved this part of the book! I felt every bit of the family welcoming and the surprises that came along with the visit. This is where Allen’s writing is exemplary. She brings in a rich past belonging to Patrick (and all her characters) that isn’t just a part of a simple story structure. She has built the characters that support each new experience they encounter so that we are subtly surprised throughout the book. We are given plenty of rich and exiting ah aha moments, connecting the new pieces to ones we didn’t know we were missing the ends of.

It’s incredibly refreshing to come across a book in the romance/erotic genre that doesn’t follow the ¾ rule (That phenomenon in this genre where good writers follow a pattern where the problem or surprise revelation happens right when everything is going hot and heavy…but cleaned up, wrapped up in a pretty little HEA bow).

In “Her Claim”, we do get the HEA…but the ride there is what it’s all about. Trust me when I say, this isn’t just another romance novel. This is a story written by a formally trained writer. There are no messy moments, no missing timelines, no underdeveloped characters here. This is good, sexy and damned erotic writing. It will have you invested from the beginning to end. I look forward to reading the next story in the series. Which by the way, has already been established thoughtfully throughout the book Nothing slips by this writer, you would be remiss to pass by her book.

While it is part of a duo (soon to be a trilogy), “Her Claim” can be read as a standalone and thoroughly enjoyed.

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Making Love, Intimacy and Sex Accessible: Tips Tried and True

You know what you can’t find anywhere? Intimacy advice for people with physical disabilities and their partners.

I am not looking for anything crazy here! I just need a little help from someone out there. I have a husband with physical weakness from Myotonic Dystrophy. He’s still walking. He can still “get it up” for lack of better word. He’s still a “fully functioning” man. I don’t want to paint an inaccurate picture of our story, that won’t help anyone out there. The challenges we face are actually pretty common with a little extra care or advice needed. I’ve looked everywhere, asked the experts, researched YouTube, the internet, read and watched some weird shit, even reached out to our OT and Physical Therapists during our clinic times. The fact is that some of our issues are similar to the general public ie:  The “non-affected” as we call those of us without this disease. It’s occurred to me that researching and sharing my findings of what can improve the intimate life of couples living with physical disabilities will help other people as well. Overweight, back problems, pain management patients and others who need a helping hand (no pun intended). I have a couple tips that could change the game for any couple and there’s no way I’m keeping the secrets to myself.

Like any couple married almost 25 years, we are both changing, but he is obviously slipping downhill at an accelerated rate quickly. He can walk, talk, lift, do things around the house, but there are some general deficiencies that are fairly typical with this disease. Extreme exhaustion. Patients with Myotonic Dystrophy can sleep anywhere, anytime. They also can suffer from insomnia causing late nights of computer time, thereby causing them to sleep the next day, all day. It really does kind of suck. Being on different schedules has been a problem that has been known to mess up our sex life, it can screw up any couples sex life. So can obsessive gaming or computer time and what goes on during that computer time when I am asleep…especially if you would like him to save that “energy” for you. Weather your partner is less mobile than mine, you are the disabled one, you are in a chair full time at this point, I think you will find some of my tips beneficial.  I’ll post a series of tips. Make it a little easier and subscribe below to receive each tip.

Give a tip a try and comment to let me know what you find out yourself. Share your situation and what specifically worked or didn’t work for you. Maybe you can help the next couple!

Most of all, enjoy! Let’s start a trend of filling in the missing gap of information. Everyone needs a little nookie, let’s make it sex accessible shall we?

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Time The Touch

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Easiest Tip Ever and totally Free. According to this adorable Sex Therapist who held an intimacy class for ladies at a local medical center, Timing is Everything.

She challenged us to go home and try our new goal of 20/20/20.

The first 20 stands for Twenty Minutes of Non-Genital Touch. At least 20 minutes of the time leading up to penetration (aka foreplay) should be spent touching each-others bodies. Now this was mentioned from the perspective of men touching women, but think about it ladies, what does your man like? Men, feel free to comment. Keep it clean lol :). A squeeze on the bicep? A finger along the line of your pants men? Or panties ladies? Personally, we have found I am a sucker for a feather light stroke down the outside of the arm. Seriously? My arm! You can pull that off in the line at the grocery store! Walk up behind me and lightly brush my arm a couple times? It’s on. It takes my husband close to zero calories to pull off that little stunt and he has me ready to jump into the car and…well you get the idea. Carry on for another few minutes in the car, make it through putting groceries away and Tip #2 (keep your eyes out for that one). By the time we make it to the second Twenty, I am jelly in his hands. Are you more physically challenged?  How thrilling will it be to get a subtle touch down the side of your body, along the underside of the breast? Are you in a chair? Tell me you wouldn’t love that touch. In fact, I’m guessing there are other areas of your body that you would love a drag of a finger or two with a whisper in the ear. This first Twenty is EVERYTHING while being hardly anything at all.

Alright ladies and gents, we are crossing to the other side and not looking back now. This is nature and I’m just gonna get to it. The Second Twenty. It’s all about the Genitals. NOT about you getting INTO them…this is when the magic happens. Not to say the ladies won’t need a little extra lubrication. Take no offense. This could be from anything. Meds we are on, the air quality in the room, the soap we use. Be prepared! Invest in some great lube. If you are not using latex condoms, why not splurge and go for some silicone based product? I’m not a doctor, therapist or sales person for an adult brand. However I do know that some products do work and DON’T work with other products. Don’t be a dumb ass. Don’t get pregnant because you used the wrong lube. Especially if you have an austosomal dominant genetic disability. This is the type that you spread by getting pregnant. Period. One pregnancy is a 50% flip of the coin that the baby will have the same disease.  That’s just a no brainier. That being said, these twenty minutes are when lube can be your friend. For boys and girls. NOT for PENETRATION! WE AREN’T THERE YET! Play. Glide. Be soft. Be indirect. Ladies. Give DIRECTION. Men, show your partners what feels good. Just WAIT for the TWENTY minutes to expire. If you are counting down the minutes, unplug the clock and turn off the phone. Turn off your brain and watch what happens :). I think you will agree we don’t need a fully functional penis to be satisfied.  Am I right?

Finally, you’ve made it to the last of the Twenty minutes. Honestly, your partner, if a man,  may need a helping hand, you will most likely be well taken care of by now anyhow. Go ahead and repay the favor. Go with the flow. This is the time when all bets are off. You will most likely need some of my tips for these twenty minutes (more or less).

I’ve got lot’s of great advice collected and data to share. Make sure you subscribe below and subscribe to receive the next tip(s) as soon as they come out.  Don’t forget to share what your experiences were (within reason-keep it somewhat classy lol). Let us all know if they worked out. Make sure you mention any questions or challenges you may have and I will do my best to reach out for help!

Have fun with your assignment!

XO,

Krissy Jana

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hardened

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So…I’ve got this little issue that began a few years ago with a series of three (well four) books that opened the door to what they would then label mommy porn. It was just the beginning for me of a new era of reading. I was so bored with books, even more bored with my love life. As you may know, we had been married around 19 or 20 years then and our love life was, well…missionary. Then came “mommy porn” and it’s gold rush of accessibility on e-readers, Audible and hiding a book behind another more serious book.

Slowly, conversations around the lunchroom and specific friends would change and we had quite a fun time sharing some of our favorite fantasies expressed more like “did you read that one scene where…” and so on. Subtlety, I remember twisting my body a bit this way and that way in bed during our “marital relations” in an effort to express subconsciously what was exploding out of my head as what I really wanted in bed, but was way too embarrassed to ask for. Yeah, that didn’t work too well. An old tie snatched out of the closet and placed on the nightstand went unnoticed. Months of this carried on. Frustration, both sexually and in our daily relationship grew as I continued my secret reading club of one. Building expectations and for some completely pathetic way never expressing them to my husband and resenting him for it. Until I began taking more, researching more, and slowly opening up to him about what I was reading. On long car rides, I would chime in…with a snuggle to the right side of the driver, hand along his inner right arm.

“Don’t you want to hear about this amazing Japanese rope tying thing I read about in this series. It’s really not what you think! The book makes it seem like so much more!  There’s this class in the city where you meet up and try it? Wanna go?”

Ok. I knew it was a long shot.  I wasn’t expecting him to sign up for any class or join a bunch of weirdo sex freaks on the top of a local hiking ridge with a variety of rope and yoga mats, but remember, we are still working on getting that neck tie around my eyes. The tie on the night stand? Yeah, that was my reality. It hadn’t moved.  Let me give credit where credit is due by the way. If you’ve never read the amazing “Mastered Series” by Lorelei James, Including Bound, Unwound, Schooled, Unraveled, and Caged , do yourself a favor and give at the very least the first one a try. Here’s the link on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/series/109024-mastered

Anyhow, this whole series was what started the conversation between my husband and I. It was like I had to prove the beauty in what looked and sounded so ludicrous and San Francisco BDSM like when I would try to explain it. Nothing could do it justice like Lorelie James did. Maybe it was a cultural thing. Maybe we needed to go to Japan. Maybe I was craving not just some dominance but some protection. Protection not in the bedroom or from bad guys but from life and daily struggles of our life itself? These are the topics that started to build in our conversations.

Our conversations started to change with books I would read. I didn’t always stick with hard core erotica books. I love a good romance with the billionaire. My expectations would get to high and  I would get home from a day of teaching disappointed that the man wasn’t waiting with his private jet and ready to strip me naked. So I would turn to more real world romances.

Books where they didn’t always have to be a millionaire or a girl in distress, where there was a sexy working man and he was good enough because HE loved HER. The author did THAT good of a job depicting the love that grew between the two “average”, but let’s not fool ourselves and say they weren’t always beautiful, characters, in a way that kept us strung along that first two thirds of the story until the problem climaxed and thank God, with an hour left in the book, we knew we had at least one good love scene left after resolution and a happily ever after.

Why do any of these books really matter? What do they really have to do with my love life? They opened the door to communication. My husband needs a visual stimulation. Most men do and for anyone out there who thinks their husband doesn’t, good for you. Check his internet history girlfriend. It’s nature. I needed my own kick starter and that was literature.

Books have led to a point of sexual liberation in our relationship. I will go into those fun details another time, and I am no sex therapist, but I did meet with one. We do have special challenges in our marriage. Our sex life is complicated by a neuromuscular disease and my own body pain and limits that I am working on. However, we now have intimacy vocabulary to work with that we never had before. We are not immune to love, intimacy, realistic expectations. I do see how some of this erotica and definitely porn can cause that issue in young relationships and sadly, young girls and boys are developing unrealistic visions of what love and respect for their body limits may look like. I’m sad for that. Truly. But that’s not what I am writing about or advocating.

My love life and relationship and even the family dynamics in my home have changed because I have expanded my sexual database (what a lame word-I can’t think of the right one for now this will have to do). My sexual repertoire! That’s the word.  Sex is healthy. Teens, heck, any kids need to know that their parents love each other and to see a heathy example of love in their daily life.  I love that I have invested into my imagination and dared to share this with my husband. He has risen to the challenge. My heart isn’t hardened but it’s safe to say that other things have been. Wink, wink.

Unhidden Identity

You know…I think I’ve figured out what’s keeping me from sitting down and writing here every day. It’s that it’s this whole pen name. It’s the separation from my “real” life. Funny thing though, this IS the real part. The regular me? Not so much.

I’m a teacher and I happen to have some internet savvy kiddos. Even those who have moved out of the so called innocence of grade school and into middle or high school have no business knowing what’s going on in the most  intimate parts of my mind. For those kids,  I feel a sense protectiveness. For those kids I guard my name.

I’ve always been that girl who says too much. Who makes the first admission at happy hour. For some reason, I am having a hard time connecting to the idea of being some person behind a pen name. So let me let you in on a little info here to clear the air. My pen name is my name. It’s my nick name, my kid name. The one that I hold closest to my heart. The one that my mom and dad used with me and those who know me the closest call me by. Krissy Jana. I just don’t want to continue this identity as a fake person. Truly, I am the most close to my real self here.

Yes, I am avoiding some unwanted judgement. Yes, I am avoiding any unnecessary negative attention professionally…until I make enough to move on from the classroom (wink wink). Yes, I may be a wimp for now. But that’s kind of me too! I’m three fourths the way there, out of the preverbal closet. Ready to make mom and dad blush, but not quite ready to talk about it afterwards at the kitchen table.

Suddenly, I feel a slight amount of empathy for actresses like Dakota Johnson. I mean, pay me millions and I will gladly shed my insecurities, but I kind of get why she may put her foot down and not want her parents to watch her trilogy on the big screen.

So, hello and welcome. My name is Krissy. Krissy Jana. I love everything I shouldn’t. I’m going to write about it. I hope you love some of it. Either way, it’s me. Someday soon, I hope to connect my real life world with my everyday mom and teacher life. Until then, be glad. You get the good stuff!

That. Felt. Great.

xo,

KJ

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Being a Writing Contradiction

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Writing has always been my favorite subject to teach. I love teaching kids all about authors through the stories they write. We study the authors, look at techniques they use to begin to write (often the hardest part) and we work on practicing writing. They pick up their pencil and write for x amount of time. Every day as an endurance challenge.  Once the kids lock into the writing time, they really do love it. I have seen dozens of packed notebooks full of stories to prove it. The idea is to write and never stop. Don’t. Lift. That. Pencil. When the buzzer rings, a mass gush of breath expels and the kids go around the room sharing their writing.

It doesn’t have to be good. It doesn’t have to make sense. It just has to be writing that has “thrown up from their head through their pencil lead onto the paper”. We call it zombie writing. That’s really what it feels like. A total trans. It may start with 45 seconds, maybe 4 minutes after a while. Eventually, my students can zombie write about the subjects that they have been writing about, or that interest them, for a good 45 minutes. Without interruptions.

That being said, I’ve been off work, not teaching for almost five months now for a ridiculous injury. Let’s say it was a clusterf@*k of bad luck and ridiculous decision making by everybody but me. It wasn’t just the kid that innocently decided to stick his leg out and have a little stretch while I walked forward to retrieve some papers from the carpet seats, thrusting me forward. It may have been the custodian or adult who put that damned rusted out chair up on the desk each day not noticing that the leg was clearly broken apart just waiting for that one idiot to sit on it…in a staff meeting.  What a freaking nightmare! Right in the middle of some serious conversation, I blurt out “Oh my GOD I’m MELTING! Something’s happening! Why am I sinking to the ground?”.

These five months could partly be due to the surgeon who couldn’t get over his ego to admit he forgot to contact my other doctors to verify post op pain management just before wheeling me back into surgery, postponing it three more weeks. Whatever the reason, I can’t work. So, turning a bright eye to the situation, I finally had the time to  become that writer I had always planned on becoming.

Let me clarify, it’s NOT that easy. It’s freaking painful to start writing! I know that if anyone can do it, I can do it.  I have to! I even got the “MOM’s ONLY!” laptop to do the job. So the job must be done. But I’ve gotta tell you, the questions and self doubt you start attacking yourself with when you fist sit down to write are incredulous…

“Who’s going to tell my story?”

“What’s going to happen to my Christian Values if I write the good stuff I really want to write?”

“How am I going to find my audience?”

“It’s way more fun to read about this stuff. ”

“OMG the freaking words you have to write to get a little info across to the reader! This is going to take forever.”

“I’m going to hell.”

After two painful hours I finished two chapters, each in a different point of view since I couldn’t decide and only 1500 words.

Lesson learned.

I should have followed that small print in the teacher manual that insisted that we teachers sit and write during the student’s writing time.  If I had, I am quite sure I wouldn’t be in this position of eye yoga as I glare at my monitor.  What a gift it would have been to have given to myself that time to build writing stamina! You can’t get in trouble if the teacher’s book tells you to do it.

For any of you out there with kids. Allow me to  give you an “I would if I could…” If you don’t have kids, good for you! Enjoy and take this time to build your own writing endurance.

Sit down with your kids or spouse, friend, your cat or by yourself.

Set a timer for one minute or so.

Write without stopping.

When the buzzer goes off, share.

Parents:  NEVER CORRECT their organic writing at this creative stage. EVER. That’s how you get a kid to shut down and hate to write. Put away that red pen.

Just watch what happens over time. This is free, can be done anywhere, and anytime.

Let me know in the comments below if you have experience with this or if you have tried it yourself. I’d love to hear if your kids develop an affinity towards writing.

XO,

Krissy J.