Hello! And thanks so much to Cerise for allowing me to drop by here today on my Mini Adventures tour. Cerise and I shared a release date yesterday, so big congrats to her on the release of Rope Me In. This is a super exciting week! In celebration of my new book, Personal Adventures, I’m making the rounds, talking about some of the adventures I’ve had. So far I’ve dished about learning to love adventure as a kid, stepping into the unknown as a teen and living in a foreign country. I thought today I’d talk about my college years.
Yup. College. I’m one of those odd birds who skipped the wild parties. I’m a people person, and I love a good time, but for some reason I never got into parties. What I loved going to was concerts. Music. That was my life blood in college. I would pinch all the pennies to go to the big concert. I went to local shows to absorb the scene and meet new friends.
This is also about the time my gypsy roots started to itch. You see, as a kid my parents and I traveled every week to a new location to work a rodeo. As a teen, this stopped, but I was busy enough going and doing things, it didn’t bother me so much. In college? I couldn’t stay put.
College was the era of the crazy road trip. From pedal to the metal trips from Mexico to Dallas, sugar fueled treks across the desert to New Mexico, well intended summers spent living in a commune in Chicago and playing roadie for bands, I spent my college days living in a little maroon station wagon.
I think my favorite trip from these days was when I was living in Chicago at a straight up hippie commune. It was a great summer, my friends and I had just finished working a two week long outdoor music festival that had us camping out for a month in preparation for it. We had a few days to kill, and my roommate decided it would be a great idea to go to Indianapolis, Indiana, because it wasn’t that far and our favorite bands were playing there, then in Chicago, and then out in some small festival in Wisconsin.
There was just one little problem. She thought the distance between Chicago and Indiana was about a half hour drive. It’s more like a three or four hour drive! We spent that week touring with our favorite bands, I succeeded in breaking my arm and refused to go to the hospital for days, and we figured out that the back of my station wagon fits a mattress and sleeping in your car isn’t a bad way to avoid paying for a hotel.
I look back on those days with fond memories, and an appreciation for even a cheap hotel room.
I’m going to give away a copy of my book, Personal Adventures, and a $5 gift card to the winner’s choice of either Barnes & Noble or Amazon. To enter, answer the following question. The contest will end in 48 hours, and the winner will be chosen at random.
If you could take a road trip anywhere, where would you go?
It can never be said that Sidney Bristol has had a ‘normal’ life. She is a recovering roller derby queen, former missionary, and tattoo addict. She grew up in a motor-home on the US highways (with an occasional jaunt into Canada and Mexico), traveling the rodeo circuit with her parents. Sidney has lived abroad in both Russia and Thailand, working with children and teenagers. She now lives in Texas where she splits her time between a job she loves, writing, reading and belly dancing.
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Carey’s had the hots for his best friend Elise for two years, but the timing has never been right. Now they’re both single and Carey wants to entice her into an adventure that’s about just the two of them.
Elise doesn’t buy into the idea of love, but lust she understands. Carey’s friendship is important, but a relationship doesn’t fit into Elise’s five-year plan. She isn’t looking to repeat her parents’ mistakes.
With secrets coming out from under every rock, this adventure might make more than the water rush.
Excerpt: Copyright 2012, Sidney Bristol. All rights reserved.
Elise gulped down a deep breath to steady her nerves and pushed away from the shed. Her stomach fluttered and her palms were moist. The cool evening air caressed her legs and whispered up her skirt, kissing bare flesh. Her nipples were tight, hard peaks. She had tried to find her one real bra with actual lace, but it had been a lost cause. If it wasn’t for her lack of breasts she could have borrowed one of her roommates’ bras like she’d “borrowed” the dress she wore. Her breasts weren’t much more than walnuts, but it was the idea of getting ready that had mattered at the time. She didn’t typically need to wear a bra and she never wore a dress, but she’d do both for Carey.
Ahead, light spilled from every window in the cabin. The tall pines stood sentinel around it. It was a beautiful home he’d had built not long after taking the job at Adventures. She’d been jealous of it in the beginning, but she spent a lot of time there, so she got to enjoy it almost as much as he did.
The house was a variation of the single-room cabins settlers used to build, very no-nonsense. A dividing wall separated his bedroom from the rest of the house, and the bathroom had an entrance into both spaces. The front and back porches made up three fourths of the square footage of the actual house, and more often than not was where they hung out. Again, he’d used local people to build it. In true bachelor style, it was furnished with comfort in mind, but that was how she liked things as well, so she had no complaint about the cabin or Carey. Except that she wanted what he had.
As she stepped around the truck, her stomach threatened to mutiny. Who was she kidding? She didn’t have any business being here.
Movement in the far right window rooted her to the spot. Had he seen her? If he hadn’t, maybe she could back out of the drive and leave. Peering at the window, she waited for any sign that she might have been seen.
Carey stepped into view, perfectly framed by the window, buck-ass naked. And what a nice ass it was. The round globes were as tan as his chest. Elise imagined him sunbathing naked on the rocks behind his house. Her mouth dried. Wide shoulders tapered to a stomach she knew was firm and flat. He was muscular from hours of hard work, not hanging out at a gym. The tattoo circling his right arm stood out as the only bit of color. She’d gone with him to get the tattoo and let him squeeze her hand. It was a simple black silhouette of the mountains, but it symbolized his love for the great outdoors.
He turned, giving her a profile shot. His head tipped forward and his hand grasped his cock. He didn’t jerk himself hard, but it was a strong touch, sliding up his stiff flesh.
Oh god. Elise’s heart knocked against her chest and her breath hitched. She wanted to do that. She wanted to feel his skin against her palm, caress him in a way that would make him groan.Her knees wavered at the hedonistic thoughts. Swaying, she caught herself with a hand against the hood of his truck.