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About the author:
Roxanne Rhoads is an author, book publicist, mixed media crafter, and lover of all things spooky.
Roxanne is the owner of Bewitching Book Tours, a virtual book tour and social media marketing company, she operates Fang-tastic Books, a book blog dedicated to paranormal and urban fantasy books, and she runs the blog, A Bewitching Guide to All Things Halloween, which is dedicated to everything Halloween related. Roxanne’s sells handcrafted jewelry, art and home decor through Bewitching Creations.
When not reading or writing, Roxanne loves to craft, plan Halloween adventures, and search for unique vintage finds.
What inspired you to write your book?
I love writing and sometimes the stories just flow out when I sit down to write.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Excerpt from Naughty Little Forest Nymph
First Story featured in Naughty In Nature
A Collection of Outdoor Erotica
By Roxanne Rhoads
Sam Taylor pulled into the wooded work area in his big heavy duty Ford F 250 work truck. The parking zone that was filled with trucks and heavy construction equipment also held several tiny and very strange looking vehicles that could easily have come from a movie set for a sci-fi production. Wherever they came from, they sure the hell didn’t belong in a forest clear-out zone.
“What the blue blazes is going on?” Sam muttered as he spied a bunch of young women and one man standing around the base of “the monster”. The monster was a very large and very old oak tree that did not want to be cut down; so far something went wrong every time they tried to bring it down, including damage to a lot of expensive equipment. The crew had finally given up on chopping it down and decided to work around the stubborn old tree. They just cleared a path alongside it and decided to make “the monster” company headquarters while in the forest.
As Sam walked towards the strange group of people he spied several of his men on their hands and knees in the woods sifting their hands through leaves and ground debris.
One of his workers rushed up to him as he made his way down the path, “Sam, we got a bunch of tree-huggers here protesting the destruction of the forest.” Tommy Bolen spat the word tree-hugger out like it was the vilest of things. It was true they tended to cause some trouble every now and then but they weren’t bad people, just misguided. Very misguided when it came to Sam and his crew.
“It can’t be that bad, Tommy. It looks like a bunch of girls, what damage can they do?” Sam chuckled; they had dealt with stunts like this a few times before, especially now that the green movement was so popular. Usually the kids were easily dispatched so work could go on.
“One girl has managed to chain herself to the damn monster and tossed the key. We have guys searching the forest floor but so far the key hasn’t been located.” Tommy looked worried. He was one of the more skittish of the crew members so it wasn’t surprising that he looked freaked out, a big bug freaked the poor guy out, but a woman chained to a tree did not bode well for a crew that needed to log hours and get paid.
“Don’t worry, Tommy, I’ll take care of it.” Sam marched over to the protesters with their painted signs and slogan filled T-shirts. They stood in front of the girl chained to the tree; he couldn’t get a good look at her.
“What are you kids trying to prove?” He asked as he stared at them. Sizing them up he figured they were all college kids from the city just out trying to make a green statement so they could say they did their part to save the world.
The kids parted to reveal the girl who was chained up to the big tree. Sam’s breath caught and his heart stopped. A girl with wild, dark red hair wearing a tight green top and long flowing skirt covered with flowers and vines stood there with chains all around her, over her arms, across her waist, and around her ankles. She was clearly chained up good. “You’re tree haters. You are all destroying Mother Earth, you have to be stopped.” The girl … no, no, no with curves like that she had to be a woman – and all woman at that, chained to the tree shouted at him. Her voice was clear, strong and passionate and she was flat out gorgeous. He had never seen such a beautiful tree-hugger. Most of those crazy vegetarian/vegan chicks were so skinny they looked malnourished. Not this one. Oh, no. She looked damn fine.
“Honey, we ain’t no damn tree haters and we’re not out to destroy the planet we’re just doing our jobs so we can feed our families.”
“You need to find new jobs that aren’t so destructive!” She spat at him.
Wild fiery temper to go with all that crazy red hair, hmm, this was going to be fun. Or not. “Honey, what freakin' planet do you come from? In case you haven’t heard jobs are a little scarce right now. Especially around here. We are all thankful we got jobs right now. All the men on this crew have families, kids to feed, bills to pay. We ain’t got the choice of living out some highfalutin ideals, we live in reality and this is what we do to make ends meet. We ain’t devils, just men who care about taking care of our families.”
Sam felt like a preacher, but this wasn’t the first time he had to give this speech. Working in the logging industry right now was almost as bad, if not worse than doing something to or with animals. Protestors came out every couple weeks, made their stand and when they realized that the crew didn’t worship Satan as they chopped down the trees the environmentalists left feeling satisfied.
Now here was this earth mama goddess type woman with all that long crazy auburn hair, curves his hands itched to trace and big blue-green eyes that he could just fall into and she had to go and chain herself to a tree. Damn. He had to get her out of here so they could get back to work. Too bad all he wanted to do was clear everyone else out and take advantage of her being chained to that damn monster tree.
Double damn, Sam was a good man. He knew that, his mama had raised him right. He never got into none of that kinky stuff before so why was the sight of this crazy hippie wannabe stirring up all kinds of bondage scenarios in his mind … when he was supposed to be getting her out of his forest so everyone could get back to work?
He looked at her as she glared at him.
“Honey, where’s the key? You’re a smart woman; you can’t have tossed the only key to your padlock there.”
“I did, I can’t let you chop down this tree.” Her chin tilted up and her nose stuck up in the air like one of those damn snooty bitches from the city … which is what she was, he reminded himself even as his blood continued to get hotter every time he looked at her.
“We’re not cutting that tree down. The monster has given us too many problems so we decided to let him stand, in fact he’s become a kind of mascot to the crew. But we do have other trees to cut down.”
She looked surprised when he said they weren’t cutting down the monster she was chained to, so did the rest of her tree-huggers. “Well, I can’t let you chop down any of the other trees either, they have to be protected.”
“They have to be protected!” Sam roared. “What about all the damn jobs these trees are contributing to, the money that is being made by good men who only want to take care of their families? Who is going to protect those kids from starving, those men from losing their jobs and their homes? You going to do that, girl?” These bleeding heart greenies really pissed Sam off sometimes. They didn’t see the whole story. Sam loved the planet, he did his part but he also had a damn job to do. “Look, little earth girl you don’t know the whole damn story. Tell me something, how much did that shirt cost you?”
Her blue-green eyes looked down at her green tank top; the scrap of material was clearly expensive. “It retails for $50 but I got a discount because I work at the boutique, but it’s a hemp bamboo blend,” she said quietly.
Sam interrupted her. “Around here $50 can feed a family of four for a week or more,” Sam grabbed his T-shirt, “See this? $5 at Wal-Mart, it’s even organic.” He watched her wrinkle her nose. “You have a problem with Wal-Mart?”
“Their practices are unfair and they sell crap.” She turned up her pretty little nose again.
“Well, they employ a lot of people around here and they give us affordable products including our cheap ass $5 shirts. Everyone around here shops at Wal-Mart, K-Mart and sometimes Target, though the Target is a little pricey for most.”
A few of the group snickered, one flat out giggled.
“Ya’ll find it funny that we think Target is expensive? Whatever! Take your rich little asses out of the big bad forest and go on home to your parents and your trust funds … stick around here and you might get exposed to real life. It could be too much for ya’ll to comprehend.” Sam heard a few gasps and muttered comments but no one had the balls to stand up and say shit.
Then Red spoke, “I don’t care about all that, we have to save as many trees as we can to stop global warming.”
“Honey, I applaud your ideals and I understand how you feel but this ain’t the way to do it. Look honey, I recycle, I do my part, my mama even has an organic farm that feeds most of the town whether through fresh produce or what she cooks at her café and deli. I know all about saving the planet and doing right and, believe me, here we’re doing what we can while still providing jobs to good people that need them. And jobs right now are a precious commodity. It’s nice that the tree-huggers and environmentalists and all the other protestors want to save the world but you can’t do it by destroying people in the process. You take away all the jobs without creating more and you have a big problem. Kinda like the economic recession most of the country, even many parts of the world is feeling right now. All you’re doing right now is making a tough situation a lot tougher.”
She just stared at him with those big eyes. Sam felt his heart race and his palms get sweaty. Why couldn’t one of the nice women in town do this to him? Why did it have to be some stuck up, red haired hippie tree-hugger?
“Isn’t there another way?” she asked quietly.
“This is the way. These trees are going to local factories that employ local workers. The wood will be made into lumber, paper pulp, or other wood materials all of which will create and keep jobs for people here, money for our community. And by the way once we are done cutting down these trees another one of my crews will come in and clear the land out good, get rid of all the stumps and prepare the soil. After that another crew will come in and plant new trees. All of it provides jobs for local guys. We put back what we take. It works for everyone, including the planet. And by the way, we’re not going through and clear cutting. We pick and choose leaving the little trees to continue to grow and we also leave some of the big ol grand daddies like the monster there that you’re chained up to. It takes a bit longer to work like that but it’s better for the environment.”
All the tree-huggers stared at him, mouths shaped into soundless Os.
Red looked sheepish as she stared at the chains attaching her to the tree. “I’ m sorry, sir. I guess I should have researched things better. I just get so fired up about things and then I want to do something and … I’m sorry.” She turned to all her friends. “You guys go ahead and go. I’ll figure out how to get out of here and meet you guys back on campus, OK?”
They murmured OK and all except one went and piled into their strange little cars. Sam wasn’t sure how they all fit into the tiny little things. Must be like clown cars.
“Cassie, are you sure you want everyone to go? How are you going to get out of those chains without the key?” A pretty blonde asked the red haired wild woman in charge.
“Kim, I’ll be all right,” She turned and smiled at Sam, “I bet this nice man has some kind of tool that can get these chains off me, key or not.”
Sam’s heart raced even faster and all the blood rushed to an area in his blue jeans. His reaction to her words was no different than if she had said, “No, I’m going to stay here and have my way this man.” Which is exactly what Sam wanted her to do even if it went against the grain, against all rational thought, damn why her?
“If you’re sure, Cassie. You call me if you have any trouble OK? I might stop at the organic café Mr … Mr?”
“Taylor, Sam Taylor.” He filled in the blank for her.
“I’ll be down at that café Mr. Taylor said his mother owns for a while if you need anything.”
“Thanks, Kim, I’ll be fine.”
Kim climbed into the second to last little car and drove away.
Alone, Sam and Cassie were all alone. Most of the crew had scattered around the forest cutting and preparing trees to be cut down while Tommy and a couple others were trying to locate a locksmith or someone that could get rid of the big padlock keeping those chains on wild tree hugging woman Sam was ready to pounce on … if he weren’t such a good man. Sometimes he really wished he could be less honorable.