Abby Wood's Blog

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Welcome! If you’re looking for Abby’s books, you’ll find them posted above on the pages.

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Top Selling Erotic Romance Author, Abby Wood, pens stories of love that take you into the bedroom and straight to the heart. Whether it’s the brooding cowboy who convinces the reluctant waitress to go home with him, or the older man who shows a young woman how much she can enjoy his protection, Abby’s books will keep you reading right to the happily ever after.

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NEWS

That Kind of Special released! If you like the controlling, possessive relationships between an older man and younger woman with a little suspense to keep you going…this book is for you!

 On March 1st, 2014, Sacred Scared released from Red Sage!

After leaving the downward spiral of Bremerton and settling in Seattle, Katina Mead has finally landed her dream job of working in Chef Toka’s restaurant. For years, she’d tried to forget about the love she’d lost when Derek left her, telling her to grow up. With a new career, good friends and a new direction, she can finally stop wishing for Derek to return for her the way he promised

Derek Montgomery left his hometown after having a powerful sexual reaction toward Katina, the girl who made his life worth living. Knowing she wasn’t mature enough to handle a man who needed to have sexual control over another person, he ran…straight into trouble. Deemed unworthy of love, he holds on to the promise of returning to Katina. But, the woman he’s always loved wants to love him in return, and doing so might destroy him.

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Welcome! If you’re looking for Abby’s books, you’ll find them posted above on the pages.

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Top Selling Erotic Romance Author, Abby Wood, pens stories of love that take you into the bedroom and straight to the heart. Whether it’s the brooding cowboy who convinces the reluctant waitress to go home with him, or the older man who shows a young woman how much she can enjoy his protection, Abby’s books will keep you reading right to the happily ever after.

Writing under a pseudonym—because she blushes easily despite her wild imagination—Abby owns the small town, farm girl attitude that keeps her real.

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NEWS

That Kind of Special releases July 2nd, 2013 from Loose Id. It’ll be available at all retailer stores. If you like the controlling, possessive relationships between an older man and younger woman with a little suspense to keep you going…this book is for you!

 On March 1st, 2014, Sacred Scared will release from Red Sage!

After leaving the downward spiral of Bremerton and settling in Seattle, Katina Mead has finally landed her dream job of working in Chef Toka’s restaurant. For years, she’d tried to forget about the love she’d lost when Derek left her, telling her to grow up. With a new career, good friends and a new direction, she can finally stop wishing for Derek to return for her the way he promised

Derek Montgomery left his hometown after having a powerful sexual reaction toward Katina, the girl who made his life worth living. Knowing she wasn’t mature enough to handle a man who needed to have sexual control over another person, he ran…straight into trouble. Deemed unworthy of love, he holds on to the promise of returning to Katina. But, the woman he’s always loved wants to love him in return, and doing so might destroy him.

Welcome! You’ve reached the official website for MultiPublished Erotic Romance Author Abby Wood. If you’re looking for Abby’s books, you’ll find them posted in the above pages. If you’d like to contact Abby, feel free to contact her at abbywood@authorabbywood.com.

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Abby Wood lives in the Pacific Northwest. A huge animal lover, she enjoys the many animals on her farm and the wild ones that roam the forest. In her free time, she loves to ride motorcycles, garden, go fishing and play tennis. She loves to write stories that allow readers to escape into a brand-new world.

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That’s the question bouncing around in my head today. It’s gray, dreary, and raining. So dark, I’ve needed the lights on in my house during the day and wearing a big ol’ hoodie with my shorts. That’s whacked! I can only shake my head when I hear about the droughts and the hot weather in other parts of the U.S., and believe I live in a different world.

Different worlds can be a good thing if you’re a writer!

I’ve put a new book out in submission land. A single title that borders on obsession and sexual control. The hero is an anti-hero. Gotta love the wounded, huh?

I also have 2 other books that are so close to being done, my fingers itch.

Hope you all are enjoying your summer and staying cool. If you’ve got sunshine, soak up some Vitamin D for me…I need it!

I find them fascinating. That’s all. I also find man hands that are a little stained with grease incredibly sexy. Rough and calloused…even better.

Forearms with their muscles, tats, and veins…are a piece of art.

Agree? Disagree? What kind of man hands and forearms do you like?

With the rush of mainstream readers entering the erotic world, I thought it’d be fun to give my personal evaluation of my books. Maybe one or two will be something you’d like to read as you explore erotic books.

Twice Her Age – Older man, younger woman. This book would be for those who enjoy a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to push the sexual boundaries. In return for having complete control in a relationship, he promises to give his lover everything she needs to be happy.

Consent to the Cowboy – This book deals with bdsm. With a cowboy Dom, you learn how he takes advantages of life on the ranch in a way to get his submission to kneel.

Consent to Love – Erotic book. No bdsm. There’s a little naughty talk, a little adventure, and a whole lotta lovin’ going down on Lakota land.

Tagging Her Lynx – Two paired lynx shapeshifter. One with experience who must teach his other half what it means to be under someone else’s sexual control. Readers have noted that this book hinges on a Dom and sub relationship without coming right out and announcing it.

To Play or Obey – this book takes you to a little town called Peckerwood, Washington. Besides being a bdsm town, all the citizens of Peckerwood have a secret. Lots of bdsm club scenes in the community center and the journey of a heroine who is curious.

Didja Know? – An erotic ménage story. What happens when you fall in love with not one, but two men.

To Right a Wrong – Again, we have the older man/younger woman scenario…werewolf style. If you enjoy an experienced man teaching the erotic lifestyle to the heroine. This one is for you.

Playing with a Wood Nymph – As you know, everything goes with the wood nymphs! This sounds like a fantasy book, but is a contemporary. Wood nymphs are real, and when they couple with a human…anything goes.

Alpha Agents series (3 short stories sold separately) – Each book has a kink. From handcuffs to deep erotic to ménage.

Within the Circle series (3 short stores sold separately) – M/F erotic stories

Winning Off the Court – A ménage SCENE. It’s very short, but hot!

Going Down to the Dock – A short story of a woman’s journey to please her Dom. Includes sex with strangers and doing everything her Dom tells her.

Finding Eternal Peace – Enter into a cult and experience the erotic relationship between two characters who have one goal…to save a life.

Throwing a Kink in the Kidnapping – M/F erotic. A great book to wet your…feet in the erotic world. By far the book that produced the most fan mail. All because everyone wants to know if the “sex bench” is real and where they can buy it. Sad to say, the sex bench was and is just an item of my imagination.

If you find something that piques your interest, you can find the buy links on the books page below the header. Or shoot straight to Amazon and put them on your Kindle. Happy reading!

I made eBook Eros “Deal of the Day!”

At 11:00am today, 4/30, my book Consent to Love will be available for $0.80. Only 10 copies will be available at that price, and it’s first come, first served.

Here’s the link www.ebook-eros.com

Act fast! And, good luck!

Have you ever noticed the busier you are, the more productive you become? Maybe I’m more aware of time management, or the stress of falling behind kicks my butt in gear…whatever it is, I’m liking it!

Over the weekend, I finished writing the story I’ve been working on. It’s with my beta reader now before I go through it one more time and start the process of finding a publisher.

That means, it’s time to go through my idea book, do a little brainstorming, and start plotting the next story.

I want to take a moment to thank everyone who made the release of Consent to Love special. In the craziness, I'm sure I missed thanking everyone on Twitter. I read the tweets, and so appreciate them. Thank you for the emails, the private messages, and sharing in the excitement. You all are the best!

Today's the official release day for Consent to Love. You can buy it at Carina Press, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, All Romance ebooks, and most ebook stores. This is the second book in the Wild Pleasures series. Consent to the Cowboy is the first book. Both books are stand alones, although you will see some of the same characters in both books.

Twenty-four-year-old small-town girl Ana Reynold serves beer at the local bar, tries to keep her beater car running, and dreams of a better life as a painter. If she can learn to make a decent steak, she might get promoted to cook—and earn enough for her real heart's desire. Right now, that doesn't include romance.

But when she meets a tall, dark and sexy Native American man named Kane, Ana can't take her eyes off him—or stop thinking about him. But she'd better. Everyone knows the proud Lakota who raises horses wants nothing to do with a townie barmaid who'll bring shame to his people.

Except Kane can't get Ana off his mind. He proposes a red-hot weekend in bed, a no-strings affair to end Monday morning. Yet once Kane brings the outsider onto Lakota land, everything changes…

First Chapter excerpt

The warm shimmer of desire grew stronger the longer the man leaning against the truck stared her way—leaving Ana Reynold's legs weak, her face heated and her insides tumbling. She dared not break eye contact with him. What if she never experienced this phenomenon again in her life?

A stranger in her rather predictable life, he stood out from the other men at the construction site. She sighed in pure female adoration. Despite how hard he'd worked all day, he'd directed his attention to her without speaking a word.

His long black hair hung to the middle of his back, showing his Native American heritage. Highlights in the rich, dark color mixed in such a natural way any woman would pay a week's paycheck to have the same hairstyle.

Even with half of his face curtained, he seemed to soak up every detail about her. As if hearing her thoughts, he brushed the tendrils blocking his view and stared right at her. She smothered a moan. His interest pleased her, scared her and fascinated her all at the same time.

Shirtless and glistening, his chest was solid, hairless and oh-so-sexy. He must've stood six feet two inches without the boots, taller, bigger and more powerful than the other men around him. She licked her bottom lip. Why he showed her the least bit of attention confused her but sent her imagination running wild.

Earlier, she'd brushed against him going through the crowd. Her head had barely come to his collarbone. She shivered. It had taken all her self-control not to lean into him, press her cheek to his chest and enjoy the firmness of a male body.

She had no right to dream about what it would be like to experience his fingers roaming over her skin. She curled her hands into fists, her nails digging into her palms. He was out of her league in more ways than one. He belonged with someone equally as beautiful and sophisticated. Not her. She was a part-time barmaid who rarely paid someone else to cut her hair and wore second-hand clothes. Plus, she only had enough sexual experiences to hold up two fingers. Oh sure, she talked big, but deep down she wasn't one to throw caution to the wind and spread her wings.

In her experience, men came in two types: the kind who tried too hard to impress her and the other sort who oozed calm confidence not meant to draw attention. Unfortunately, the more secure they were, the more she let her fear of rejection hold her back.

Besides, he must come from the reservation. Lakota men were known to be picky about keeping with their own kind. She'd never stand a chance with him.

"Looks like the men are taking a break. Why don't you take a round of beer over, and then we'll clean up." Chum, the owner of the bar where she worked, passed her a tray laden with Dixie cups filled with the cheapest beer he carried.

She glanced into the back of Chum's truck, took the drinks and carried them across the yard. Her thoughts jumbled as if she had just woken up from a nap after pulling an all-nighter. Not allowing herself to peek and find out if Mr. Gorgeous still watched, she kept her chin tucked and made her way over to the others.

"There's our gal." Buck relieved her of one beer and motioned to the other guys to come over. "Drink up, men. Work's over for the day, and Chum left us a keg. We'll have us a real party."

Ana couldn't see him, but she felt him staring, eating her up the longer she stayed in view. She strolled along the perimeter of the group. Her smile wavered as she handed out the rest of the drinks. Her nipples peaked. She grabbed the tray with both hands, finding her limbs weak and unable to support the weight of the remaining two cups.

She waited until the drinks were gone. Unable to stand around and let him get his fill of her, she hugged the empty tray to her chest, turned and hurried back to Chum's truck. She wavered on the edge of losing control, and she didn't want to draw the attention of the other men. Their crudeness would dash away the pleasure she received from the new guy.

"All done?" Chum handed her a black trash bag.

"Y-yes." She slid the tray in the box and turned around to snap the garbage sack open. "I'll go ahead and pick up the trash by the barn."

"Hang on. You okay?" Chum touched her arm. "You're not getting sick, are you?"

She shook her head and gave him a smile. "Nah, germs are afraid of me."

Chum chuckled. "Good. I don't want you calling in sick. You're the best employee I have. I need you to work."

"Oh, you big softie. What would I do without such a caring employer?" She patted his oversized stomach. "Go ahead, get out of here. Your wife's probably got dinner ready. After I pick up around here, I'm heading home too. I've gotta take advantage of my night off. I get so few of them from my slave-driver of a boss."

Ana walked away, leaving Chum laughing, but she stopped halfway to the others and turned around. "Hey, Chum!" She waited until he lifted his head. "It's a real nice thing you did for Darrell."

He waved her thanks off. "Hell of a thing for a man to lose his whole barn to a lightning strike. It's the least the community could do to help him resurrect a new barn, and since I can't be climbing ladders anymore, it was my pleasure to supply the drinks."

The new Quonset wasn't a replica of the two-story barn Darrell lost, but it gave shelter against the weather. He'd at least be able to house the animals and equipment he'd been able to save from the fire. Without a way to support themselves through the winter, the Shanks would have a rough time keeping their farm together.

She stepped through the two-by-six frames and began to pick up the piles of cups on the ground. In the hot weather, the men had drunk their weight in soft drinks and eaten tons of pre-made sandwiches. Sheltered inside the part of the building already finished, she sat down out of sight of the others and inhaled deeply.

At one time or another, Ana had met everyone in town. It wasn't hard to do when the current head count was only three hundred and forty-eight. Her admirer stood out among them all with his quiet demeanor. He seemed to keep to himself, even when working, and the other men naturally gave him a wide berth.

She glanced down at her legs, frowned and leaned over more to brush the dust off. Nobody said living and breathing dry dust during the summer was easy, but it came with the territory. Oh well, it's time for me to go home anyways.

She raised her head and gasped.

The stranger stood directly in front of her. She raised her chin until she looked into his eyes. She swallowed. Lordy, he's a big man. His onyx-colored eyes framed in black lashes were startling. She glanced away, afraid he'd see how much his presence made her skittish. She couldn't think of a single thing to say.

The bag leaning against her leg skimmed her bare calf. She reached for it automatically, and then realized he'd picked the sack up off the ground.

"Take a break. I'll do it." He turned and began to collect the rest of the trash, glancing back at her as if to make sure she didn't move from her spot.

She gripped the edge of the boards she sat on and bit her lip. She shouldn't let him do her job for her. Regardless of volunteering their time to help out, Chum was paying her a half a day's wages for serving the refreshments.

Uncomfortable waiting and doing nothing, she stood and gathered the paper plates and napkins on the other side of the barn. She couldn't remember a time when she'd responded to a man with such intensity. She actually quivered watching him move about the barn. Her skin prickled, and to her surprise, her panties dampened.

Ana carried the trash over to the man and dumped the items in the bag he held out for her. "Thank you. I can take the garbage now."

His fingers brushed hers. She jerked her head up at the rush of tingles she received. "T-thank you…"

"Howahkan."

"Excuse me?" She tilted her head.

"My name is Howahkan." His cheek twitched and he leaned forward. "Or, you can call me Kane."

She smiled. "How-wah-kan…that's beautiful. I mean, your name is pretty."

His brow rose. "Pretty?"

"I'm making a mess of things, aren't I?" Ana groaned and shuffled backward. "Thank you, H-Howahkan."

Embarrassed, she moved to leave, but he stepped up and curled his fingers around her wrist. "Wait."

"Yes?" She stared at the ground, not trusting that she wouldn't make even a bigger fool of herself.

"You didn't tell me your name." He reached out and lifted her chin. "I bet it's pretty too."

She pressed her lips together. He was teasing her, maybe even flirting. She smiled. "Ana. Ana Reynold."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Ana." He dropped his hand from her face. Something about him seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what caught her attention. "Are you staying for the party?"

"No. I figured you guys would like a night to yourself. You don't need one woman sticking around to put a damper on the party." She smiled before dropping her gaze.

"Will you stay?" Kane hooked his finger under her chin again and made her look up at him. "For me? You can keep me company while the men do their thing. I have to wait until Darrell is done here tonight to take me back home, and I'm not one who likes to drink."

"You're not from around here?" Why did her question come out breathless? She stood up straighter and cleared her throat. "I mean, I haven't seen you around town before."

"I live on the reservation." His thumb stroked her cheek before he became aware of what he was doing and dropped his hand. "Darrell is married to my sister. I came to help after I found out about the fire."

"Sarah's your sister?" She laughed and relaxed. Sarah gave her cooking lessons on Thursdays, and not once had she mentioned a younger brother or family nearby. That must be why it seemed as if she'd met him before.

Loud music came from behind her, and she flinched. "I think the crew's done working for the day. I better get out of here. It was nice to meet you, How…Kane."

"You're sure you won't stay?" He walked beside her.

She shook her head. "No. I should go home. I came to help Chum, my boss, and planned to go home and finish a few projects before I have to go back to work at the bar tomorrow. Besides, I spend most of my days around those guys… It's nice to have a break from them."

"Maybe I'll see you again when Sarah gets back from the reservation and I come to visit." Kane smiled. "We'll talk another time, Ana Reynold with the pretty name."

Not trusting herself to leave without changing her mind, she hurried over to the house and placed the sack beside the garbage can by the back door. She wanted to jump in the air, laugh hysterically and wave back at Kane, but she held herself together long enough to get back to her car before sinking into the driver's seat and squealing in private.

She couldn't wait to go home, plop down on the couch and remember every detail about today. If she was lucky, she could spend some time fantasizing about being with such a man and relieve the sexual tension Kane had created inside her. Besides, staying here only fueled her imagination. He could easily turn into the kind of man who'd break her heart without even knowing it. Her habit of falling in love with a dream got Ana in trouble every time. Usually the men disappointed her, and the one time she'd fallen hard, the guy had embarrassed her so deeply that she no longer allowed herself to jump into a relationship fully.

She grabbed her purse off the floorboard, found her key and turned the ignition. She hated being insecure, but she'd been wrong before, and she was sure she'd be wrong again. She set her sights too high. There were definite qualities she wanted in a man, and topping the list was someone who could make her feel like a woman…not a girl. She turned the key again and frowned. Oh, come on you piece of junk. Not now.