My book "Texas Love Story" is going to be released on 8/15.  Her is the cover and a repost of the snippet and my comments on it.  If you buy it, I guarantee that you will never guess the ending - never!

 This is a wild book.  It has: sex (hard, rough and lots of it), racism, murder, suicide, guns (it IS set in Texas), and is yet a love story.  It is totally weird with an ending that will leave you stunned.  I'll post the cover as soon as I get it.  

“I’m going to freshen up.  Why don’t you tell me about your wife?  Is she pretty?”

Dennis was uncomfortable talking about his wife because he hated to admit that she was, in fact, still beautiful and he still wanted her, physically at least.  But he had told Lydia that he would be honest with her.   “Yes,” he said.  “Her name is Sue.  She’s quite attractive for someone who is forty five.  Heck, she’s quite attractive, period.  Blonde, blue eyes, very tan.  She’s in good shape and has one of those voices that sounds like she was a smoker, you know, deep and kind of breathless.”  He picked up a framed MBA diploma from a local university.  He examined a photo of Lydia and her mother, a gorgeous dark-skinned woman with a bright smile.

“Uh huh,” Lydia called.  “Go on.  I’m listening.”

“I know men are attracted to her.  I can see it, but I never worried about her messing around because, well, I…”

“Trusted her?”

“Yeah.”

“Would you call her sexy?”

“Oh, definitely, especially when she wears tight jeans and lets her shirt open a bit, which she seems to be doing a lot more lately.”

“As sexy as I am?” Lydia asked.  She stepped through the doorway dressed a pink tube top that barely covered her breasts and a pink mini that hung low on her hips.  Her eyes were lined with dark mascara and her lips colored blood red.  In her four inch spiked heels, she was suddenly slightly taller than Dennis.

“Holy mother,” Dennis exclaimed.

Lydia started walking toward him like a cat sneaking up on its prey, her lips curled into a smirk.  “Like me this way?”

Dennis sensed that he was in trouble.  As Lydia approached, he backed away, taking little steps until he was pressed against a wall.  “Yes,” he gulped.  “I like you like that.”

Lydia pouted and pressed her body against his.  “My boyfriend doesn’t.  I told you.  He wants me to change.  He’s always trying to change me.”

Dennis struggled to lighten the atmosphere.  “Well, that’s what couples do.  They constantly want to change…”

Lydia brushed her hips against his, sending a hot wave through his body.  “Would you like to kiss me, Dennis?  I’d like to kiss you.”

“Lydia,” Dennis whispered.  “I’m married and you…”

“That wasn’t my question,” she hissed.  She moved her lips to his ear, her hot breath searing his neck.  “We’re going to be honest with each other, remember?  This is a yes or no question.  Do you want to kiss me?”

Dennis pondered the question.  He had promised to be honest, but still…

“Think about it,” Lydia said.  Her liquid voice oozed out of her mouth and went straight to his cock.  “Your wife is kissing another man for sure, and my boyfriend, well…do you want to kiss me?”

“Yes,” Dennis mumbled.

“Good,” Lydia growled.  Her open mouth pressed against his.  As though it had a mind of its own, his mouth opened to accept her tongue.  Despite his attempts to remind himself that he was married and that Lydia was probably half his age, his cock grew harder. 

Lydia knew that by kissing Dennis she had put into motion a set of events that had only one ending.  An exhilarating sensation like a cool wind raced into her lungs.  Her heart slammed against her ribs while secretions formed in her folds.  “Do you want to make love to me, Dennis?  Do you?”

Dennis was taken aback at her language.  The girl that minutes early seemed so…so innocent now seemed so…hard.  “Lydia, I am married and…”

“Cut the crap,” Lydia snarled.  “Please.  We’re going to be honest, remember?  Your wife shit on you, Dennis.  She shit on you.  It’s time you thought about what you want.  I know I am.”  She yanked his shirt out of his pants, slid a hand up his chest and grabbed his pectorals.  “I want you to squeeze my tits like I’m squeezing your chest.”

Dennis groaned, “Oh, God.”  In the deep recesses of his mind he knew that, even though his wife may be with another man, that gave him no excuse to be with Lydia.  But that recess in his mind got further and further away.

“Let me help you,” Lydia said.  She lifted the little tube top over her head and tossed is aside.  Dennis’s focus was drawn to her hard mahogany brown nipples and the areola peppered with hundreds of hard little bumps.  They seemed to be crying out to be touched.  She grabbed his hands and laid them on her breasts.  “Squeeze my tits!  Squeeze them hard.”

Whatever inhibition he had, whatever sense of duty to his wife he had, whatever guilt he felt-they all disappeared in a flash.  He rammed his mouth against hers and squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Yessssssssssss,” she groaned.  She unzipped her skirt, let it fall to the ground and kicked it away.  “Touch my ass, Dennis.  Hold it.  Grab it.”

His rough hands molded her soft flesh into orbs that fit his palms.  The cool breeze she had felt earlier turned into a hot hurricane pushing her breath out of her body.  She groaned again and, in one deft move, slid his pants down to his ankles.  Dropping to her knees, she inhaled his cock.  The warmth and wetness of his mouth made him tremble.  The hard flesh in her mouth made her shiver.  Lydia slid up his body, her tongue leaving a trail of saliva that cooled, leaving a chill on his otherwise steaming torso.  “Do you want to make love with me?”

In a voice barely louder than a whisper, Dennis said, “Yes.  I do.”

She turned and walked away from him in nothing but her high heels.  A few feet from the bedroom doorway she paused and looked over her shoulder.  “Good,” she said. “Because I want to make love with you.  I’m talking about making love, Dennis, not fucking.  There’s a difference.  Do you understand what I’m saying?”

He had a vague idea of what she meant.  Her boyfriend had hurt her somehow and Sue had hurt him.  They needed each other.  Unfortunately, he was seeing the world through a haze and in the middle of that haze was Lydia’s naked back, her hair cascading over her shoulders, her slender torso blending in perfectly with her round hips.  He wanted to say something meaningful to her, but the best he could do was mutter, “Yes, I understand.”

“Good.  I’ll be waiting in bed.  Get naked, Dennis.  Get naked and come to me.”