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Editted Note
**I am definitely doing the happy dance and am hoping whoever got twitchy with their Flagging Finger got that out of their system and will not darken the threshold of my blog again.

I do not promise to post morally correct, politically correct, or in any otherwise other stated content that would be acceptable for teens or housewives who thought I wrote for Harlequin...that said, I'm back and for the moment will be posting to the original blog again...solely because of it's almost 400 post archive.

So if you are a subscriber: www.roxyharte.blogspot.com is where to subscribe to.

I do hope in the near future to be able to start posting at a privately hosted site that will not shun me or otherwise lock me out for what some other perceives as moral interpretude... future updates will be posted at the original site.

Can I get a halleluia from the choir please?

Work In Progress...

I am still working on the newest WIP...averaging 3K to 4K words per day, which I'm fairly happy with.

My crit partner shared more thoughts today on all the reasons this erotic story is such a bad idea... and I finally figured out why she has come to this conclusion...it doesn't fit into her predefined formula for romance...

Which might possibly be a problem for my editor as well, but I won't know until it's finished...and submitted...and I get a yes or no.

For me, this WIP is a huge creative outlet, after trying for months to get Lord Fyre to do what I want him to do...and arguing with Kitten over which way the story should go...the freedom to not be working on one of The Chronicles of Surrender is bliss (not that I won't be going back to the agony of Fyre and Kitten as soon as this WIP is submitted)...

So, I know, I promised I was keeping this one completely under wraps...but if anyone wants to help me rate the value of this excerpt...please do...

**DISCLAIMER**
If you are not 18 or do not want to read an excerpt of an erotic nature, stop reading now!

EXCEPT STARTS HERE:
“Jesse,” I whisper, wishing he would stop haunting my thoughts, immediately remembering the night we met. I’d walked into Wet Willie’s with one agenda—to get laid. To say that I was missing Jeff would be an overstatement…I was just missing the sex and it had been a three month dry spell.

The bar was crowded and the dance floor packed, but even across the crowded room I saw him. Well, maybe not him, just the way his bulge led the way when he walked around the bar into view. God, the boy could wear a pair of Levi’s 501’s like no other. Not that it’s all about the penis, but I knew the minute I saw him that I wanted to know if it was all man tucked into those tight blues, or a sock strategically placed, which I’ve known men to do…like we won’t figure it out.

Putting on my brightest, dumbest smile, I pushed my straw cowgirl hat lower over my brow, and led with my cleavage as I walked straight into the empty spot beside the mystery man. Ordering a light beer, I wasn’t surprised when he offered to pay, or that one beer led to three shots of tequila and an invite to see the inside of his truck. It was a Chevy Silverado, a working man’s tuck, but polished until it gleamed. Parked far enough away from the other cars to make sure it wasn’t going to get dented, and we wouldn’t be interrupted.

“You baby your truck.” I accused.

He laughed, “Yeah, but if I pamper my truck too much, imagine how I treat my women.”
I laughed too, but also bristled, I didn’t want to think about him with other women, a bad sign if I was already feeling jealous. I challenged him, “Why don’t you give me a demonstration?”

He opened the passenger door and helped me step up onto a shiny chrome step. I started to slide onto the seat but he held me in place by grabbing my belt loop. “Don’t be in to big of a hurry, Darlin’. I want to get a good look at you.”

It’s that moment that I realize several things in quick succession. He’s incredibly tall, making us almost eye to eye with me standing on the lift, and the florescent parking lot lights are like a huge spotlight over his truck. He tips back my hat and looks into my eyes, holding my gaze even when I want to look away. I lick my lips nervously and he traces the wetness away with his thumb. “You know I’ve read that when a woman licks her lips, it means she subconsciously wants them kissed, but it’s been my experience that when a woman licks her lips she’s usually thinking about being licked…maybe a little lower.” He rubbed his fingers over my hot jean covered crotch to emphasize his point.

The sensation buckled my knees and I fidget, leaning my ass back against his leather covered seats.

“Do you want me to kiss you? Or would rather we just get down to the licking?”

I bent forward, just enough to rub my cheek against his as I whisper in his ear, “I think kissing is highly over-rated. Why don’t you just give me a little lick and see where that takes us?”

He rubbed his stubble roughened cheek against mine as he pulled away, leaving me hanging in a heavy fog of pleasant smelling aftershave and pheromones. I couldn’t possibly say which one of us was the cause of the latter but the promise of sex hung heavy around us.

“Ma’am, that is the nicest thing anyone has said to me all day.” Without further preliminaries, he unbuckled the big, over-the-top rhinestone encrusted belt-buckle that read, “Sexy,” unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, and shimmied my jeans down over my hips, stopping the thick fabric at my knees. My white, shin tight wife-beater and white silk thong was all that stood between me and the man. A ribbon of deeply tanned skin, seeming even darker between the contrast of whites became his target as his tongue traced the line of sensitive flesh.

My breath sucked in and my pussy clenched with anticipation, as he lathed my flat stomach with his tongue then pulled my panties down with his teeth. Anticipation becoming painful, I buck my pelvis forward, begging, “Please, I can’t wait.”

He clucked with his tongue, chiding me, “Patience is a virtue.” He holds my hips with wide, rough palms that I know he earned with hard work, also a testimony that the well worn boots and truck aren’t just for show. Holding me in place he pushes his tongue between the V created at the juncture of my thighs, barely, just barely touching my clit. An electric jolt arched my back.

He held me tighter with his hands, “You are a skittish little thing,” before pressing his tongue deeper, pulling my clit gently with his teeth, exposing my genitals to the bright fluorescent light. “Look at how beautifully made you are.”
“Please,” I panted, “Just lick me.”

He chuckled then flicked the bright pink pearl of my exposed sex with his finger, making me jump and cry out, but not in pain, it’s all white jolt pleasure.

“Please!”

He flicked me again, and then wets his finger in his mouth before rubbing the hood of my clit, asking, “Do you like being touched like this?”

“Yessss,” I hissed.

Holding the hood of flesh back on my clit he lowered his tongue, sliding over and under, leaving me shaking and gasping, but not satisfied. I needed him inside me, needed him badly. In answer to some silent prayer, he turns me around, pressing me over the seat, exposing my bare ass. He rubbed my hips before using his hands to push me open, so that he could look. “God, you are a beautiful girl.” I felt his tongue slide in deep, licking my labia and exploring the entrance of my vagina. His breath was warm on my back as I heard him unbuttoning his jeans.

He joined me on the step, pushing against me, using saliva slick fingers to probe me as he prepared to enter me. “My name’s Jesse, by the way, in case you’re a screamer. I like it when I make a girl scream my name when she comes.”

I snorted softly. “Well, I can honestly say that I’ve never screamed a man’s name, Jesse. Let’s see if you’re good enough to be my first.”

In answer, he thrust, pushing hard and deep, leaving me without a doubt that there was no sock in his jeans. It was all him, stretching me, filling me, pounding me. He filled places that had never been reached by a man before, creating a pleasant throb that started deep inside and blossomed into the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had. I’d screamed and been thankful I knew his name so that I could shout it out along with a few reserved curse words for moments such as that was. “Oh god, oh god, Jesse! Holy fuck! Jesssssseeeeeeeee!”

Monday...

Not a productive morning so far, but now I'm writing, the sun is shining, and all seems right with the world...

Except that my old blog still isn't released from its jail cell and my blog reader numbers dropped severely...I have no way of knowing who was following me or how to get my new blog addy to them ...so this isn't making me happy...

If anyone knows of a great blog host...other than blogger, please let me know...
until then...an excerpt would be a great fill-in...oh yeah, I write erotica, if I post an excerpt am I going to get flagged as inappropriate again??

Ok, if that isn't enough motivation to pack my bags and move...
Awaiting suggestions...

In the meantime there are excerpts at www.roxyharte.com...enjoy
Hugs
Roxy
**Editted added 2K new words to WIP since noon... Yay...and I still have hours to add more before bedtime;)

More about the WIP...
Yesterday I had my crit partner, Xandra Gregory, look over the first three chapters...and her insight was fairly negative, not about the writing itself, but the subject matter...whenever I get Xandra stuttering, I know I'm pushing her boundaries of what can and what can't be...It's a funny thing for about ten minutes I was devastated that I had written something that may be too far out there...but then I started thinking...
I'm still pushing people's boundaries!! Yes!!

Yay...it's Saturday!!!

So this morning I absolutely had to work for a few hours...no getting out of it...but now I am free and it is Saturday!! Woot!!

So what are my plans??
Shopping for a new pair of jeans...
Sit down dinner with the family...
Going to see Cloverfield with Sir Hotness, Beautiful Girls, and BG's Beau. I'll let you know if it is as bad as the early reviews say it is...
Anyway...later tonight...break out the new toys from the Fun Party I went to last night and hopefully be inspired to write another thousand words before bedtime...
Have a great weekend!

Moving Forward...

I'm still in mourning for the old Flog Blog but am determined to move past this negativity. As with all things sad, one sadness leads to thinking about past sadnesses and disappointments...and I really don't have the time or energy...

Yesterday I hit 10K words on the new WIP for Loose-Id. If I can keep up the momentum I am almost positive I will have it submitted by Feb 14 (My favorite holiday) and released by late Spring! Yay!!!! This is the first WIP that I am keeping very closely guarded...I will not even be releasing The Title until a publication date is set...nor will I be revealing a synopsis or even the tiniest peek at an excerpt.

You will just have to be patient and prepare to be surprised because this is one of the most explicit and emotionally charged books to date.

Wish me luck on the new project and the launch of my new site!
Hope all of you had a better yesterday than I did...
Hugs
Roxy

Welcome To The New Improved Flog Blog

Okay, so I don't know how improved it will be...maybe tamer...since this is the Flog Blog that evolved not from desire but because my readers are being blocked from going to the Original Flog Blog because Blogger deemed it to be in Violation of their Terms...ahmmmm...I'm really not sure what I did to violate their terms...but I'm feeling pretty violated at the thought that three years and almost 400 entries are soon to be gone forever...

That's why I salvaged some of my favorites and placed them below this entry.

From here on out...it's a clean slate.

I'm not going to make any wild promises that I will refrain from vulgarity, political incorresctness, or erotica excerpts unfit for the eyes of anyone under 18...but I will do my best to keep it up and running and violation free.

** And I'm Still waiting for someone from Blogger to tell me what in the hell I did wrong the first time... cause I'm a little pissed off about the whole thing!