As you know, I’ve been doing a gazillion interviews for book review blogs the last two months (love them!). And some of those interviews have appeared on this blog. But the one I’m posting today is made up of questions from YOU, my blog readers.

What fun!

Many thanks to all of you who posted a question last week for this interview. It was a blast answering them. Okay, here we go…!

When I walked into the bedroom last Sunday for our sex date, Wes jumped me before I could even toss the lube and condoms on the nightstand.

Alrightyyyyy!

“What’s with you, big boy?” I ask, after he crushes me to him and gives me a toe-curling kiss.

“I’m horny,” he replies. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all the way back from Edisto.”

First, an update. I’d like to announce my agent and I have parted on friendly terms. He’s a great guy. Really. And he wants only the best for me. But he’s also verrrrrry busy. Too busy to give my career the time and attention an agent should for one of his authors.

That means at this moment I’m agent-less and LOVING it! I’ve become the living version of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s “Freebird.” Yeah, I’m free as a bird, and this slutty bird ain’t gonna change.

Alrightyyyy!

Besides, Kittyfeather Press is publishing my books again and doing a great job marketing and publicizing the new vamp series, so I really don’t need an agent right now. I’ve got two publishers, Kittyfeather Press and Magicomm Media. Plus, I’m slammed with book contracts through the next 5 years (which I had before I hooked up with my agent last summer).

Thursday night Wes surprised me by walking into my office. Yes, that’s unusual. Wes is the kinda guy who can’t wait to get off computer so he can dash downstairs, get something to eat for dessert (like yogurt or nuts), and park his ass in his reclining chair to watch sports on TV.

Imagine my surprise when he walked back upstairs and appeared in my office at 9:00pm.

“Look what the yogurt did to me.” He flips down the front of his sweatpants, and his hard dick pops out.

Yeah, that’s me. And those are my four addictions. Oh, how I love them!! *lusty grin*

When I posted on Facebook earlier this week about my recent sexy lingerie purchases, I got a comment from one of my fans that made me think about this.

Readers often assume I buy sexy, trashy lingerie for Wes. Nah. The truth is the man isn’t into lingerie. In fact, he thinks my obsession is silly. No, I’m not kidding.

So I buy trashy lingerie for ME. That’s right. Like all my addictions, it makes me happy. And anything that makes me happy is something I’m gonna do a LOT.

When Wes came home Saturday night, I had no reason to think this night was gonna be different from any other Saturday night. He’d left for the golf course before I woke up that morning. As usual. Then he spent the afternoon watching college football with his buds at his fav bar. As usual.

I’d been working on my website all day when he came home that evening. Thirty minutes later I finished up and walked downstairs to the kitchen to make dinner. But first I stopped in the den to talk to Wes for a minute while he watched more football on TV. As usual.

However, instead of just patting my hip like he usually does while I lean against his chair, his fingers keep walking, quickly slipping beneath the lace cami I’m wearing to run back and forth across my nipples.

After I got off computer Friday night, I crashed in bed with the cats and an erotica novel while Wes watched sports on TV downstairs in the den.

Ten minutes later I hear him walking up the stairs.

“I thought you were still working in your office,” he says, when he enters the bedroom and sees me lying on the bed with the kitties.

Last night when Wes stepped out of the shower I jumped him.

“Whoa!” he exclaims. “I never said I wanted to play tonight.”

“Sure you do,” I insist, ignoring his protests, while I rub up against his gorgeously clean bod. “I wanna fuck. Let’s do it!”

Wes laughs. “You always wanna fuck.”

Monday night after dinner Wes and I went back to work on computer in our offices. About 30 minutes later, I heard him finish up and walk down the hall. I thought he’d come by my office like he usually does, but he didn’t this time. Instead he walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Rats! He’s avoiding me because he knows what I want. *horny grin*

Sorry about no blog post yesterday. I worked past midnight Thursday night. And even though I slept in until 8:00, I still had to force myself to get up. So no brain cells were available for a blog post on Friday morning. LOL