New Mexico Nights

is a personalized novel set in the Land of Enchantment, the state of New Mexico. The sweeping desert and mountain grandeur, the distinctive light that has inspired countless artistic creations, the sacred history of an ancient people, plus much more come together in this tale of discovery, love and exploration, which is as hot as local chile peppers.
     Albuquerque’s hot-air ballooning and aerial tramway, Taos’ quirky culture and natural hot springs, and Santa Fe’s Canyon Road art galleries all lead to plenty of carefree fun until an inspiration of an unusual nature puts an unexpected price on the couple's escapade.

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WILD excerpt

All excerpts in this column are done in the "WILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
    “I agree,” he replied, which started a flurry of activity that left the floor strewn with pants, shirts, a skirt and red panties and matching bra.
     “That’s better,” Ann uttered while she yanked back the bed covers and slipped beneath the sheets.
     John slid in next to her and picked up where he left off, his expert fingers cupping one of her baby-bottom smooth breasts, which caused Ann to inhale sharply with pleasure. The sound quickly turned to a moan when John lifted one leg over hers, sliding his knee upward. Ann could hear her own breath quicken. This man, even after their 20 years together, could still excite her with just a touch, but what a knowing touch, the kind that comes from tender times together fueled by true love mixed in with oh-so-naughty-lust-inspired fun.
     Encouraged, John kneaded the flesh, lovingly at first, then more urgently, his actions matching his own growing desire.
     “I feel something knocking at my door,” Ann teased him in a low, sultry voice.
     “It’s not a door I’m interested in,” John returned, “unless that’s what you’re calling it these days.”
     She pushed her body against him. “Mmm, the door of love.”
     “Then let me in, Honey.” With that urging, he cupped her most private sweetness, the heat there further inspiring him.
     Lovingly, she ran her hands lower, offered the same - stroking him like she knew he liked it. His moans added to her own flaring fire growing in her groin. Her touch quickened, demanding his presence inside her.
     John was more than happy to oblige. By the time he’d climbed on top of her, she was pulling him hard against her, arching her whole body to greet him. He greedily kissed her neck, her lips, her nose, her blonde hair; he wanted to touch and taste all of her.
     Ann pulled his lips onto hers and met them with a kiss of passion suitable to their fabulous surroundings. As their kiss grew in longing, John at last entered her, and both shuddered from the sheer joy of union.

MILD excerpt

All excerpts in this column are done in the "MILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
    “I agree,” he replied, which started a flurry of activity that left the floor strewn with pants, shirts, a skirt and red panties and matching bra.
     “That’s better,” Ann uttered while she yanked back the bed covers and slipped beneath the sheets.
     John slid in next to her and picked up where he left off, which caused Ann to inhale sharply with pleasure. The sound quickly turned to a moan. Ann could hear her own breath quicken. This man, even after their 20 years together, could still excite her with just a touch, but what a knowing touch, the kind that comes from tender times together fueled by true love mixed in with a little naughty- fun.
     Encouraged, John kneaded her flesh, lovingly, his actions matching his own growing desire.
     “Oh, I’m feeling something special,” Ann said in a low, sultry voice.
     “You are really special,” John returned, “in so many wonderful ways.”
     She pushed her body against him. “Mmm, you make me feel special.”
     With that urging, he went a little further. “You do the same for me, Honey.”
     Lovingly, she kissed him like she knew he liked it. His moans added to her own excitement. “You make me so happy, Sweet Baby,” Ann cooed.
     John was more than happy to make her happy. In fact, to see her happy only made him happier. He eagerly kissed her neck, her lips, her nose, her blonde hair; he wanted to touch and taste all of her.
     Ann pulled his lips onto hers and met them with a kiss of passion suitable to their fabulous surroundings. As their kiss grew, so did their excitment as their worlds became one.