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This is your intrepid, dirt seeking, fact finding reporter, Dakota Cassidy.

Yep, I'm back and I AM NOT promoting ANYTHING. You heard me, there is absolutely NO PROMO involved in this blog.

Not a lick.

I've decided that the authors of LSB made me break a nail last time (thus an expensive manicure was involved), I went on a fact finding mission and it's time to take a much needed break from their cruelties. I've suffered horribly, pulling teeth, getting dirty in the trenches of their dark secrets and this month, I was PMS-ing, so I skipped it in favor of a massage and a facial. LOLLOL

Alrighty, so I was reading a friend's blog the other day and she said that she could identify an author by their sex scenes in a book. She also said that she wondered if the frequency of one act or the other might be a part of the author's true sex life...

I know.

Oy!

It freaked me out. It made me want to go back and reread all of my sex scenes to see if I'd written an excess of the oral variety and now looked like a meat whistle, blowing slut to the literary world at large. HAHAHAHAHAHA

At first, my face turned red. It like burned, cuz I kept thinking, am I predictable? Do my like 25 fans wonder if I participate in those sorts of lewd and lascivious acts on a daily (yeah, I wish) basis? Do they wonder if I do the nasty in a kitchen, on a boat, in a moat (no, no goat. LOL)? Here or there, or practically anywhere? Do I write the same thing over and over? Use the same words?

LOLLOL. It made me stop and think about what I was writing and how it's written. If I have typical words I chose to use when depicting the act of hanky panky.

There are many acts I've depicted too. Do readers think I've done it doggy style, on a kitchen table, upside down with my hands cuffed to the table legs while I sing Stairway to Heaven in round?

Ahem, I assure you, I have not. Well, there once was a chorus of Stairway to Heaven, but it had nothing to do with a kitchen table. LOLLOL

Do they assume because my heroines on occasion can be very bold sexually, that I am too?

HAH! As if. I'm the biggest scaredy cat ever. I mean ever. Look at me. Do I look like the kind of woman who would just walk up to a man and say, "Hey, stud, wanna?"

Nooooooooo.
No, I say, but my heroines might.
Do.
Have done.
Kinda have done...

Do they wonder if I like , back door sex and menages?

Oh, wait, I haven't written those. Scratch that.

Do they wonder if I have a penchant for sex in the shower, on the beach, in a vacant house that's up for sale?

Looking back at al the books I've written, I began to think I could look like a real hot tamale (insert 'ho here), if anyone believed I actually indulged in what I write. Like a vixen, which I am soooooo not. Trust me. I don't have a vixen bone in my body.

Although, I'm not ruling out doing werewolves or vampires just yet. LOLLOL. I'm also not saying I might not like being handcuffed to a table. I just don't want it to be a table I had to put dinner on, ya know? Cuz I hate to cook.

So tell me, do you immediately know who wrote a sex scene if it's given to you anonymously, like in an excerpt? Do certain authors give you clues by particular words they use or phrases they tend to lean toward?

Here's the deal today. All ya gotta do is read the two excerpts posted and in the comments, just post which excerpt you think is mine by the number listed beside each excerpt. That's IT. You're automatically entered to win some GOOD stuff in a random drawing. Whether you're right or wrong, I'll probably put ya in the drawing anyway :)

Would I lie to you? LOL. Honest Injun. That's all ya gotta do :)

Until next time, when I've recovered from the hell that is the LSB author's dirty laundry( oh, how I suffer for you. LOL) and I can dig up some more dirt, be well, stay safe and enter that contest! Winner will be announced tonight at 9:00 pm eastern standard time.

Dakota :)

Excerpt #1

Removing the robe she walked naked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Her body ached for his touch. Turning on the water, she waited for the warmth to wash away the cloud from her mind. Her hands moved over her skin in soft, sensual strokes, teasing her nipples taut, the burning hunger in her pussy demanded release. She reached for the life-size dong on the shelf in the shower, closing her eyes she stood directly under the cascading water. Moving the dildo between her legs, she massaged it back and forth over her clit.

Excerpt #2

Feverishly, he suckled her, pulling her fingers toward her tight entrance. It seemed natural to let two fingers slip inside her warmth and this time, she did scream as he lapped at her and she moved within herself. Her nipples beaded tightly, as she slid in and out of her pussy and he licked every exposed surface. Her pussy clenched her fingers, riding them as his mouth strayed to her entrance. He joined her fingers, stabbing his tongue inside her, fingering her clit. Soft hair brushed her arms. His head moved to a rhythm all its own as he wedged his tongue into her.

Strong hands clutched at her ass, gripping the flesh tightly, tugging her to fit his mouth. Moving back to her clit, he buried his lips in her, licking, sucking and the tight tension, building to an almost painful need for release, snapped. Snaking outward, lashing at her pussy.

She rocked against him as she drew her fingers in and out, watching her body tense in the mirror. Her mouth was open, her body arched toward August’s head, her arm hidden between her legs. Using her other hand, she tugged a nipple, seeing her own surprised look as she prepared to explode.

Heat engulfed her, tearing at her flesh as she came, with him tonguing her clit and her fingers plunging deeply within her. There was no fighting the scream that ripped from her lips, as she shuddered, jamming her hips down on the hard surface.