NEO has arrived!

My NEO is here!!! :hehe: 😀 :hehe:

What’s a NEO? THIS is a NEO. I’m so happy to be able to sit on my futon and write, or in bed, or outside! You see, my laptop died a long slow death so I’ve been working on the desktop for the last 6 months, occasionally getting some time on the laptop before it went kaput for another week. Then, last week I saw the light. It was time to put my laptop out of its misery. It’s gone around the world with me, it’s helped me through many many short stories, articles, and my very first novel…but it was time to reward it with peace. So I laid it to rest, and ordered a NEO.

Ordering it was harder than you’d think. I had to find a Canadian distributor, and I tried emailing a couple of the ones listed on the Alphasmart website and got no response. I tried phoning them and again, no response. Finally, when I can to the last number on the list…I got an answer. A real live man answered the phone on the second ring! He talked to me about the NEO and took my order over the phone. Very hassle free. And in less than a week NEO arrived at my doorstep!!! 😀

The guy that was so helpful was Rick Stuible, and his email is rick@secrest.ca if there are any other Canadians out there looking for a way to get this nifty writing tool! His toll free phone number is 1 888 292 5815 and he’s very easy to talk to, and very knowledgeable about the product!

And because I’m so happy to have a way to get around and write instead of sitting in the same chair all day…I figured I’d show you a tidbit from THE DEVIL INSIDE, the novella that was recentl contracted by Liquid Silver Books, and is currently what I’m editing.

So click below to met Gina Devlin, one of my favorite heroines.

THE DEVIL INSIDE

She’d surprised him.

Not many people could do that.

Caleb wasn’t sure what he expected when they left the coffee shop. But this wasn’t it. When he watched her swing a lithe leg over the seat of a sexy little crotch-rocket of a motorcycle, leaving her thighs almost completely bare, it had never entered his mind that they would end up in a gay bar.
Not that he minded. He didn’t judge people by their sexual preference. It just wasn’t somewhere he would’ve thought to take a woman he hoped to get intimate with.

A quick glance around the dark room made him reconsider. It was early and bar wasn’t full, but it was busy enough. Yet no one bothered them, or even gave them a second look.

There were same sex couples lounging on various sofa’s surrounding the rooms perimeter, a small group of young men stationed in front of the bar, and a male couple on the dance floor swaying back and forth in each other’s arms.
When he really thought about it, it was the perfect place to get to know someone. Everyone there was intent on doing his or her own thing. No one would bother them.

With his back to the wall he had a clear view of the room, and of Tina’s antics. They’d been playing pool for almost two hours, and despite the fact that he’d been in a constant state of semi-arousal through it all, he’d learned some pretty interesting things about her.

In fact, she fascinated him.

“You mean to tell me that you work at the coffee shop, making sandwiches and lattes for people every day, when you could easily support yourself with your illustrations?”

A lush breast brushed against arm as she reached past him for the cube of chalk on the edge of the table. He wondered if she was deliberately trying to drive him insane with lust, but the innocent look on her face as she chalked her stick made it hard to tell.

“My artwork pays nicely, but if I devoted myself to it entirely I could easily become a hermit. Working in the coffee shop lets me deal with real people without getting to close to them.”

“You don’t like getting close to people?” He watched as she strolled to the end of the table, and lined up her shot.

She bent over at the waist and he got an eyeful of plump womanly flesh cupped lovingly in fire engine red satin. “I love getting close to the right people,” she said in a husky voice.

Swallowing hard he dragged his gaze from her cleavage to her delicate face. The devilish glint in her dark eyes left no doubt in his mind that he could be one of the lucky ones. One of the people she might get real close to.

Unsure of how to handle such blatant flirting he focused his attention on the pool table, and mentioned his love for his own work. She let the conversation move on. And continued to kick his ass at pool.

It wasn’t surprising she was winning. Watching her bend and stretch over the green felt, that somehow reminded him of his bed sheets, was much more distracting than playing with one of the guys. Yet, he felt like he was getting to know her better than he ever could while sitting across from her at a dinner table.

“So you enjoy working with your hands then?” she asked in reference to his comment about preferring to work with his construction crew instead of just supervising. The comment itself wasn’t sexual. But to his fogged brain, everything she said and did had sexual connotations. He was having a hard time being the gentleman he prided himself on being.

Thoughts of getting to know her better in any but the physical sense disappeared as she stretched a bit further to line up another shot and her skirt rose another inch. Half an inch more and he’d know what color her panties were. Or if she even had any on. Which he didn’t think she did.

In his minds eye he undid the zipper of his jeans and stepped up behind her. Lifting her skirt that final bit he’d thrust into her from behind. She would grip the edge of the pool table and push back against him. No one would even notice if they were quiet.

Ungluing his eyes from her legs, and the temptation they represented, he shifted his stance. He glanced around the bar in an effort to distract his mind and keep his zipper from splitting.
What’s going on? He’d never had had a problem with control before.

Somehow, Tina’s body called out to the caveman in him, and his baser urges were fast erasing his common sense. Along with his ability to hold a decent conversation. What had they been talking about?

He watched the cue stick slid through her purple tipped fingers and bit back a groan. Idiot! Hands, she’d asked if he liked to work with his hands.