Friday, June 29, 2012

Friday's musings

Maybe my fascination with the men behind the badge came from commercial jingles we memorized back in the early 60's.
"You can trust your car -
To the man who wears the star -
That big, bright Texaco Star."
And of course after that, you'd see him tip his hat.

Okay, not only did I mention man, star, trust; it also gives all but one letter in the word T E X A S - what's not to die for.

When you think about it, some law enforcement agencies, just by name along conger up their own persona. Take for example, FBI, SEAL, DEA, US Border Patrol, VICE, and last but not least, TEXAS RANGERS. {Can you tell what I'm partial too?} When a writer uses these jobs, there is no shadow of a doubt that the reader will envision a true alpha male.

Oh, yeah, bring it on - you can trust your heart to the man behind the star.

Here's a sample of my hero Tyrone Calhoun Dixon, Texas Ranger in Tejas Conspiracy, Incident At Cold Creek on sale now in ebook version for $8.99 at Amazon, ARE, and Passions in Print.

His exhilarating use of her name sent shivers up her spine.
Their bodies rose at the exact same time. Their eyes locked. Lily
could see the smoldering flames of desire. Fear raced through
her. What had she done? She felt the color drain from her face as
she backed away in fright. Ty stood at his full height and stepped
forward. Her backside bumped the clapboard of the house. She
braced her hands upon the worn wood. With nowhere to go,
Lily could only try to lift the corners of her mouth and offer
him a nervous smile.
Ty moved closer. With great care, he raised his hands and
cupped her cheeks. His fingers caressed her neck while his
thumbs drew lazy circles across her skin. Her eyelids grew heavy.
She felt his hot breath stir a breeze across her heated cheeks.
The realization thundered against her brain, Ty intended to kiss
Unable to fight the tide of want, Lily groaned and turned
her face toward him. Damn it, she wanted him to kiss her --to
kiss her with a need that would awaken the dormant shell she
had become. She needed to prove to herself that she was valued.
Transfixed, she watched his lips come closer, hover above her
own in sweet torture.
“Lily, I won’t hurt you,” he breathed again and she felt a
soft brush of Ty’s mouth across the left corner of her lips. She
closed her eyes. Warm and firm, she gloried in the weight of
his mouth on hers. Light at first, then the longer their mouths
pressed together, the deeper the kiss became. He nibbled. She
trembled. Lily raised her hands wanting to touch, his bare sunbronzed

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