It’s All in the Voice…

Today I am very excited to have the talented and lovely lady I have the pleasure of working with at Rebel Ink Press. She’s not only talented but has become a good friend. Let’s take a peek at her latest.  Miss Lila Munro…

I’ve started this new thing of making up top ten lists consisting of some topics that have surfaced through various interviews. I also discovered they make for great blog posts…J I now have a cornucopia of top tens in my files at my disposal, and today you get the pleasure of perusing my top ten hotties. Now, before we start this little journey, I feel I must warn you. Some of the people on here may not be who you’d choose for a hottie pick. Most of them are over forty, and for me it’s all about the voice…

Number ten…Kevin Costner. Sweet boy voice, uncertain at times. Cute. J

Number nine…Nicolas Cage. Smarty pants voice. Teasing…I like a good tease as well as the next person.

Number eight…Viggo Mortenson. I’m not sure how to describe his voice. Silky, smooth, like melted chocolate and we all know what a great condiment that makes!

Number seven…Bruce Willis. Gritty. I bet he makes a great orgasm face and growls. Dear Lord…Cass you got the AC turned up around here?

Number six…Dwayne Johnson. Authoritative. Sure of himself…and well, come on ladies, with those eyes why shouldn’t he be? I think he could drill holes through my soul with them. In fact, he’s my number one pick for Chase when The Executive Officer’s Wife makes naughty movie of the week.

Number five…Tom Selleck. Like a fine whiskey. Warm and low and just sort of delivers a punch straight to your chest. And he’s aged so, so well…

Number four…Sean Connery. It’s an accent thing with him. Does he have an 800 number for those special occasions?

Number three…Gerard Butler. Now, just let me say. I’ve oft thought about purchasing him off Ebay, standing him in the corner of the office in that sexy ass 300 get-up and having him talk to me at will. Of course I’d have to buy more panties as mine would be soaked all damn day.

Number two…Vin Diesel. Holy Mary Mother of God! Have you ever truly listened to that man? Gravelly. Gritty. Scrapes your senses raw then digs a bit deeper…Whew! Ice please…oh, yeah, Vin rub it there…uh-hum…moving on.

Any guesses as to who my number one pick is? Yeah, he’s old, but he’s like a fine wine in an oak barrel meandering its way to subtle, sexy perfection…okay…

Number one…Sam Elliott. You know the, “Beef, it’s what’s for dinner?” voice…Sam. Remember Road House with Patrick Swayze? Yeah, Sam there again. He played with Cher in Mask. Not only does his voice do it, the man simply drips Dom. OMG!! Wonder if they sell his voice for less than moralistic purposes for women like me…


Oh, you’re still here…okay how about an excerpt from my latest?

Zoey Matthews is in love. She’s been in love since the day she was dropped off by a social worker at yet another foster home on a back country road miles from nowhere, Missouri. At age ten, she met the men of her dreams. Over the course of sixteen years, Dane Cardwell, Jack Devereux and Ryan Wilkins fell in love with her, too. They’ve each told her they love her, they’ve shown her and each man has gone so far as to ask her to marry him. But what they don’t know is Zoey loves them all.

Her game of kiss and not tell all comes crashing down around her the night of her graduation from veterinary school and Zoey runs for the mountains. Of Colorado. Hoping to outrun her obsession with three men and forget them all together, she stays gone for ten years. But the wound has never healed. In fact, it’s done nothing but fester. Needing to clear the air, Zoey agrees to spend a few days back home with the boys never imagining it would turn into a week filled with comparison sex as Dane, Jack and Ryan each try to get Zoey to choose between them and their varied tastes.

When she finally tells the truth, a truth only one of them has known all along, Zoey fears the foursome will never be able to make a sharing relationship work. After all, aren’t there just too many personalities and desires to sort through? Add in the kink factor and things get really complicated. Zoey’s not convinced the truth has any merit, but there’s one thing she knows for sure…this time she’s playing for keeps.

Please enjoy a short excerpt:

“Why’d you get them?” he asked, sweeping bubbles from the stallions racing across her hips.

“The horses?” Zoey rubbed a few left over suds from her eyes.

“We can start there.”

“I spent a few weeks in South Dakota one year helping out on a wild horse reserve. There was an epidemic that was slowly killing the herd.” Zoey pulled her hair over her shoulder and squeezed before twisting it in a knot at the nape of her neck. “That one is my tribute to the horses we couldn’t save.”

Sounded just like her. Zoey had a heart of gold the size of Texas. She felt things deeper and more fully than anyone Ryan had ever known. When she hurt, she hurt to the bone and for a long ass time. When she was happy you could see it all over her, the way she glowed, the way her crystal blue eyes sparkled. Happiness was an almost tangible thing within her.  What did she look like when she loved someone? Did that emotion also come to life? How big did her heart expand when it was full?

“What about this one?” Ryan traced the eagle’s feather on her right thigh.

“That same summer I practically lived with the Lakota. One of their elders taught me their ways and showed me things about animals you just don’t learn in veterinary school. Last summer he died,” Zoey whispered. Ryan could see the pain of his loss ripple through her like a wave. “That’s my tribute to him. My teacher. My friend.”

“You’re such a beautiful person. Do you know that?” He moved in front of her and kissed her belly, ran his hands up her sides before laying his cheek against the hummingbird. “I missed you so much, Zoey. Does the bird have a story?”

“Yes, she does.” She ran her fingers through Ryan’s hair. “I was at a rodeo in Oklahoma City. A hummingbird managed to find her way into my horse trailer but couldn’t make her way back out. She almost starved before I could get her to be still long enough to catch her. They can do that you know? Starve quickly. How many people do you think get the privilege of holding something that wild and free, Ryan? One of the bull riders helped me feed her drops of honey water off the end of a straw until she had enough sugar in her system to take flight again. He was the only one that believed me because he’d seen it with his own eyes.”

Wild and free. Ryan knew that privilege because he’d done the same thing when he took Zoey in his arms.

He took the soap again and lathered his hands to wash the front of her legs and when he ran his palm over her left thigh he stopped over the unusual tattoo just below the juncture of her hip. It was a tree. And he was certain that it was their tree and Zoey’s pink tree house was nestled in its big branches, but what the hell was that floating above the tree. He looked closer then outlined the odd bit of artistry. It finally occurred to him what it was exactly. One perfect heart was suspended in the air and three more appeared to float around it, and they were tethered to the first heart with barbed wire. Holy shit.

Ryan closed his eyes and swallowed hard. He leaned his forehead against her belly and took a deep breath before standing up. Zoey’s bottom lip was stretched so tightly between her teeth it was nearly white and a pained look was etched all over her face. This was what she looked like when she loved? Like she was in so much pain that it morphed into a physical entity? His heart lurched and twisted at the thought that she’d hurt that bad for so long. Ryan cupped her face in his hands gently and brushed the harsh lines and angles with his thumbs, wanting to erase them.

“It’s us isn’t it?” he finally rasped.

One fat tear made its way down her cheek as she nodded and her breath visibly hitched.

“It’s why you left isn’t it? You love all of us don’t you?”

Again she nodded as more tears sprang from the corners of her eyes and streamed down her face to mingle with the warm spray still falling over them.

“My God, Zoey why didn’t you tell us?” Ryan asked, his heart ripping in two. They could have had her all along had they known. Had they pulled their heads out of their asses and paid attention. “Why? Why didn’t you tell us?”

Zoey remained silent and tried to look away.

“Don’t,” Ryan told her. “Do not do that, Zoey Christine. You answer me. Why?”

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Now that is sexy. Thank you so much for being here.

Kisses   xxx


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Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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4 Responses to It’s All in the Voice…

  1. Lila says:

    Thanks for having me over! Maybe some of the ladies and gents will share their sexy voice choices with us today…


  2. Hmmmm, I’ll need to think about my list, but Sam Elliot does have a great distinct voice and I love the movie ‘Mask.’


  3. Lila says:

    Hey Mike! Voices undo me every, single, time…he was good in Tombstone, too…


  4. Lila, I should call you sometime. lol
    I have not seen Tombstone, but he also did the narration for the Super Bowl opening last year and during the playoffs…something tells me you might have missed that
    As for my list, I know who isn’t on it…Fran Drescher (The Nanny) Very annoying.

    I don’t know how many I can come up with so I won’t number them but…
    Leah Remini…has a Brooklyn type accent, but rather than being tough it softens my soul.
    Jane Leeves…an English accent, apparently I have a thing for accents.
    Joey Lauren Adams…a sweet, young sounding voice.
    Dolly Parton…a lot of southern charm in those…lungs of hers
    Jennifer Aniston…just because, she is sexy in every way.


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