A hot & sexy read

Snowed In with the Bad Boy by Sylvia Pierce.

 

As soon as I read the tag line: “Santa lost my address a long time ago, Cupcake. The only present you’re getting tonight is my face between your thighs.”, I knew I had to read this book.  Right from the get go I was hooked. Ronan Steel is a tough, bitter ex-CIA operative and he has no use for Christmas. Then Georgie Taylor happens or rather drops in on his doorstep. As tough and cranky as Ronan is, Georgie is funny and full of life. She gives as good as she gets and Ronan doesn’t quite know what to do with her. Well, he does and that’s part of what makes this book so good.

 

This book is panty-melting-squirming-in-your-seat HOT, funny, tender, and OMG-where-can-I-get-my-own-Ronan, HOT book. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and look forward to reading more of Ms. Pierce’s books.

Her smile

No one knew what her smile hid.
The pain,
The insecurities,
The walls that were closing in on her.
She could feel the screams building,
Clamoring to get out.
If she let them free,
Could she get them back?
Would she want them back?
Or would they forever be out there,
For all to see?
The walls were closing in on her
And no one knew what her smile hid.
©Riann Leigh

Morning Lover

The morning sun kisses my face

As does the soft breeze.

It glides across my skin

Warming my flesh.

It’s as gentle as

A lover’s touch.

 

I catch a scent in the air

And my body stills.

My eyes close

As I take it in.

It wraps me in it’s embrace

As a lover would.

It fills my soul

As only a lover can.

 

The morning sun kisses my face

As if it was my lover.

 

© Riann Leigh

Disappointment

I have come to the conclusion that I can not multitask like I used to be able to. Correction: like I wish I could. I have so much that I want to accomplish right now, with now being the operative word. Floating around in my head, all clamoring to get out, are numerous stories. A couple of them are children’s stories, maybe even a series. A Young Adult series. A series of romance books, possibly along the erotica lines and more than likely of the paranormal variety, not to mention the series that I am currently writing with my friend and co-author, Katorah Kenway.

There are some days that I just want to shut myself in a quiet room and write, write, write. Scratch that. Not some days, but most days. Unfortunately, that part of my life isn’t working out the way I want. So the best that I can do, now that I have accepted that I am unable to multitask like I want, is to set some goals, however small they may be, and reach for them.

After all, isn’t that what life is about? Aiming for what you want out of life and doing your very best to get there.

Breathe

Breathe

My heart races
As our eyes meet.

I see the desire in your eyes
And know you see the same.

I breathe in your scent
As your mouth lowers to mine.

My desire soars
As your taste envelopes me.

Our eyes meet
And I forget to breathe.

©Riann Leigh

My first poem

I’m not one for poetry, not because I don’t like poems, but because they’ve just never tripped my trigger like they do for some people. Which is fine. If everyone liked the same things, the world would be a boring place. The other day though I had these thoughts floating around in my head that just would not go away, so I sat down and put pen to paper so to speak. Here is the result.

Waiting

I sit here day after day,
Waiting.

A glimpse of your beautiful eyes,
The brush of your hand,
A hint of your smile,
The sound of your voice,
Is all I need.

I sit here day after day.
Waiting.

For you.

©Riann Leigh

Now that I’ve written this, I’m thinking that there might be something to this poetry thing.  I might even try to write another one.  Then again, this might be my one and only poem.  Who knows?  🙂

Hello world!

I had this great idea to start a blog. I know, I know. It seems as if everyone is writing blogs these days, so why join the bandwagon now? *shrugs*  Obviously I felt I had something important to share and felt that this was the best way to do it.

That being said, why am I sitting here racking my brain for something to say? Ugghh. Where are those ideas I had zipping around in my head? Yoo hoo…ideas. Come out, come out wherever you are.

Well it seems that these great ideas I had have gone into hiding. I know that they’ll resurface. The question is when?