Sunday, October 31, 2010
So...my honey ordered all the pieces and built me a new one. I knew what he was doing because he told me, he needed to make sure he built it for what I'd be using it for and because after he had everything in place, he had to power it up to make sure everything worked due to manufacturer warranties.
What I didn't know was how he was customizing it for me. I had a pretty good idea that it had something to do with my writing and I was RIGHT!!
One side of the tower had a portion removed, replaced with Plexiglas (I think that's what he used). On the glass are...
The left had side of the glass: A Slave's Way Out and A Lady's Challenge Covers
The right hand side of the glass: A hand etched rose
You can see some of the components which is neat because I think the second fan in there looks like a turbine engine LOL. And the back light is blue!!
OMG it looks awesome!!!! Not only that, but it works like a well oiled machine!!!! It's so fast and quiet!!
And, and he says I won't have to upgrade for like four years because of all the high tech stuff in there and added seta ports and some ports I've never heard of and like yeah, he does this stuff for fun. WOOZERS!!
Do you see me doing the Snoopy Dance??
The only thing I have to get used to is the Windows 7. I've been running on XP for so long I'm, trained.
So like, ya WOW!! I'm going to try to take pictures and play with my new picture thingy and hopefully I can have some posted soon YAY!!
Anyone else getting or received an early present??
Here's to a fun Sunday for all!!!!
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Just the facts, ma’am
I write kissing books. Okay, my characters do eventually get cozier than lip-locking requires, but let’s not be too hasty. Love takes time and nature will take its course when it’s good and ready, right? And therein lies the problem when you write books about love and sweet lovin’.
Or I don’t have a problem. I have no problem whatsoever writing or reading those stories, but some do because, as those critics say, it’s just not realistic, it’s something out of a…kissing book? What they object to is the idea of love at first sight: boy meets girl and what do you know, a nanosecond later they’re in love, things are going bump in the night and The End.
In my opinion, that is a perfect description of much of erotic romance. That is our specialty in a multitude of subgenres, storylines and sexual orientations. You know what else, Mr. and Mrs. I-Ain’t-Buying-It-Because-I-Don’t-Buy-It? It’s not only wicked fun to read and write those stories, it’s all well within the realm of possibility and I have the paperwork to prove it.
*papers rustling, mumbled cusses, more rustling, a sigh of relief*
According to a new study, Neuroimaging of Love, conducted by Syracuse University Professor Stephanie Ortigue, falling in love only takes a fifth of a second. Point two seconds, ladies and gentlemen of the jury. Using a new scanner that spots brain activity, researchers located twelve areas involved with and leading to feelings of love and lust. These areas work together to release euphoria-inducing chemicals such as dopamine (associated with desire and addiction), adrenaline (makes your heart race and heightens your attention), and vasopressin (causes aggression and territorial behavior).
In one particular area, the area involved in the processing of visual images, sounds and language comprehension, activity spiked in the blink of an eye, even less. Well, not in a nanosecond but, you guessed it, within 200 milliseconds of seeing your future or present loved one. Couples who had just fallen in love showed increased blood levels of nerve growth factor, a molecule instrumental to what we know as… Anybody? Love at first sight. Moreover, passionate love activated areas of the brain associated with arousal, a fact that this court considers evidence supporting findings that love and sexual satisfaction are interlinked.
I rule in favor of the romantics. Our reactions may be preconscious, but they are the truth of our hearts and minds combined. And it only takes a fifth of a second. So next time someone asks if I really believe in what I write, if I believe in love at first sight, I’ll be able to say not only do I believe, I can prove it.
All those in favor, let me hear you say “Aye!” All those against, the results of the study are published in the Journal of Sexual Medicine.
Yours truly madly deeply,
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
My hubby and I got there on Thursday, but went to the Cleveland Zoo on Friday, so other than getting our registration badges that day and taking pics of the Ellora's Cave RV, we didn't officially start our RomantiCon portion of the weekend until the Roaring Twenties party that evening. I also met my editor on Friday and she's just as sweet in person as she is online. the minute I told her who I was, she pulled my print book out of her bag and asked me to sign it for her! I was psyched!
The Ellora's Cave RV!
Okay, back to the Roaring Twenties party. First of all, everyone dressed for the theme, which I thought was really awesome. It was also the first time we got to meet all the other authors as a group, including Laurann Dohner, who talked us into going to RomantiCon. Thank you, Laurann! I'd only talked to her online before that and it was so great meeting her and her hubby in person! We also got to meet my fellow Naughty Author Chicks Michelle Polaris, Dalton Diaz, Ashlyn Chase and Cara McKenna, which was very cool! In between chatting and hanging out with everyone, we were all treated to a show put on by the Cavemen, which rocked! That was followed by dinner and dancing that went on until after midnight! Things moved into the hotel bar after that!
The next day was filled with workshops and something called Author Mania, where readers can meet the authors to chat, take pictures and get their autographs in these really neat commemorative books EC provided. All this started early in the morning, but luckily, I didn't have to be at Author Mania until after lunch, so we got to sleep in!
The awards dinner that night had a sci-fi theme. While the authors and readers didn't dress up in costume, the Cavemen did, much to our delight! Tight, black pants, high boots and body paint. You get the idea! That night they performed not one, but two shows! Afterward, Jaid Black, who is so sweet and nice, gave a very heartfelt speech. Then it was time for the awards. Though I saw my name listed in the commemorative book as one of EC's Rising Stars, I had no idea I'd have to go up to the front of the ballroom to get not only my certificate and award, but also take a picture with the Cavemen! Can you say nervous?! I kept thinking I was going to trip over the edge of the dance floor or one of the many cords lying around and embarrass myself in front of everyone. Fortunately, I didn't do either of those things and the picture with the Cavemen came out awesome!
There was more dancing after that, and while the DJ was fantastic both nights, it was Angelo who got the party started and kept it going. The man knows how to entertain a crowd! I secretly gave him the title Captain Caveman! LOL!
After sleeping in the next day, we headed downstairs for the booksigning, which was an awesome experience. It wasn't my first booksigning, but it was by far the best and most fun. I was so psyched to have sold out of all my books! Of course, I had to buy a copy of IF YOU DARE myself because Angelo is on the book cover and I wanted him to sign it. I didn't even know he was on the cover until author Lacey Thorn pointed it out to me. So, at the urging of Lacey, Samantha Wayland, VJ Summers and Tawny Taylor, I went over to Angelo, who was at the booksigning, and asked him if that was him on the cover. It was, so I had him sign it for me. Of course, I had to get a picture with him! After that, I was all over him! Well, not literally, but I did have to have him sign the EC Cavemen calendars that came in our swag. Which meant I had to get another picture with him!
The weekend finished with a pizza party and bingo. Angelo and Rodney were not only in attendance, but entertained everyone by calling the numbers for the game in true Cavemen fashion. It was a really fun time!
So can't wait until next year!
I have more pics on my Facebook page if you'd like to see them, including lots more of the Cavemen and my pics with the very hot Angelo!
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Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Crazy love. We've all experienced it...I think. I've mentioned before I've experienced my own demented moments in love...but how about a crazy friendship? And how about crazy business? Have you ever done anything utterly crazy in a friendship or in the course of conducting business?
I don't know about you about I've had my fair share of lapses in dealing with people but there are lines I would draw in any transaction. For example, how dumb do you have to be to trust a complete stranger with your body AFTER you've had a heated argument?
There is news out of Australia that a guy went to a tattoo artist and they argued. He wanted a dragon on his back and the artist complied. The guy went home and showed off the tattoo to his roommate and learned to his horror that he didn't have a dragon tattoo but a giant, 15 inch penis! And to add insult to injury there is also a misspelled gay slur on his back.
Here's the link to the article:
I have to say as an outsider it's hilarious. I have no idea what the tattoo artist was thinking. Surely he knew he'd wind up in legal trouble but that must have been some argument to risk criminal charges, which he now faces.
Have you ever done anything crazy in business or friendship?
I think the craziest thing I did - and it still shames me to remember it - was the time I was asked to give a well-known actor some feedback on a screenplay he wrote. Now, this is my day job and the guy knew this which was why he solicited my advice. He didn't offer me money. I guess he thought he was doing ME the favor. Anyway, I made the colossal mistake of telling him the truth. I'm still not sure I was completely wrong in being honest in telling him his screenplay sucked, but I've learned that experience, like a 15 inch tattoo on your back teaches you some life lessons in craziness.
How about you? How crazy have you gotten? Please leave a comment and the best one gets a free ebook from me!
Monday, October 25, 2010
I love Bojangles' tea.
Can't help it. I love iced tea anyway. It's the house wine of the South. And I make great tea myself. But it's easier to hit the drive-thru. And that big ole cup takes me almost to lunch. It's not all that sweet and sometimes they skimp on the lemon I ask for. And God forbid, the other day they didn't even have any lemon. They'd run out of lemon. You should have seen the gal at the drive-thru when I told her that someone was slack on the job and needed to get with the program. LOL
I'm not sure how many calories that big ole iced tea has in it, but I'm sure it's contributing nicely to my spreading butt. lol So I've got to quit. Yep, quit. I love my Diet Pepsi, and I'm trying to switch over. But ya know what? I'm gonna start that tomorrow. For today I just plan to remain guilty.
Anyone else have any guilty pleasures they just can't quit?
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
There are lots of superstitions and old wives tales surrounding Halloween so I had to post some of my favorites. Halloween is my favorite holiday and I celebrate it the entire month of October. There's lots of candy, decorations, parties, and my favorite - lots of horror movies on TV and to rent! I love horror movies! Today I celebrated with the original "Night Of The Living Dead" and "Zombieland". I've also been watching my favorite Hammer Films all month long, including Dracula movies and "The Mummy" starring Christopher Lee and my favorite actor, Peter Cushing.
When I was in college I decided to try out an old wives tale I heard when I was a kid. If you are a single woman on Halloween at the stroke of midnight, hole yourself up in a pitch black room with a candle, a brush, an apple, and a mirror. Light the candle, eat the apple, and brush your hair while staring into the mirror. According to the legend, while doing all this you will see the face of your future husband in the mirror.
Okay, being a sucker I had to try this so my sophomore year I did it – and nothing happened. That didn't stop me from freaking out alone in the dark and feeling incredibly silly. I didn't see a damned thing and I was very disappointed. My roommate tried it and she didn't see anything either. So we forgot about it, went to a party, and went to sleep around dawn.
The next day I slept in late because the alarm clock didn't go off. The clock had stopped at midnight the night before!! That completely freaked me out! It turned out to be prophetic since my first marriage was an unmitigated disaster. I was married to the jerk for seven and a half years and the divorce took six years of my life that I'll never get back. Talk about freaky.
I used this experience and that old wives tale as the basis for my Halloween story "The Face In The Mirror", published by Whiskey Creek Press Torrid in their Halloween Monster Mash anthology a few years ago. Here are buy links in case you're interested in reading the book. I have two stories in it. The other one is my erotic horror tale Sweet Spot.
Monster Mash – WCPT
Monster Mash – Fictionwise
Monster Mash – Amazon
The second scary urban legend from my childhood is about the statue Black Aggie. The picture of this statue is at the top of this post. Isn't that the spookiest thing you've ever seen? That statue used to sit in Druid Hill Cemetery in Baltimore, Maryland. According to legend, if a pregnant woman crossed the statue's shadow she'd miscarry. This statue's eyes supposedly glow red at night. A major story involved a group of young people who dared a friend to sit in Black Aggie's lap all night long to win a bet. When the group returned in the morning they found their friend stone cold dead in the statue's lap. He was scared to death! This statue is now in the garden at the Dolly Madison House in Washington, D. C. I stumbled upon it – literally, since I nearly tripped over it – on a trip to D. C. when I was in college. I knew the entire story behind the statue so when I looked at the name tag and saw her real name – "Grief" – I lost it and said "Oh my God, it's Black Aggie!" Turned out I was right. She looked very imposing evening broad daylight.
Here are some other favorite old wives tales and urban legends of mine involving Halloween. What are some of your favorites?
* If you sleep with a sprig of rosemary and a silver sixpence under your pillow on Halloween you will dream of your future husband. (I never tried this one but it's the basis of my current untitled work in progress.)
* If you see a spider on Halloween, it's the spirit of a dead loved one looking over you. If I see a spider on any day I send my cats after it. They love protein.
* A person born on Halloween can see and talk to spirits.
* If a bat flies around a house three times, it's an omen of death.
* Girls who carry a lamp to a spring of water on this night can see their future husband in the reflection. (What's all this business about future husbands?)
* If you hear 3 knocks and no one is there, it usually means someone close to you has died. The superstitious call this the 3 knocks of death.
* Peel an apple from top to bottom. The person with the longest unbroken peel would be assured the longest life. If you threw the apple peel over your shoulder, the initial it forms upon landing is the initial of your future mate.
* When bobbing for apples, it is believed that the first person to bite an apple would be the first to marry.
* If a black cat crosses your path on Halloween you will have bad luck. I was owned by three black cats and they always gave me good luck.
* It is believed that if a person lights a new orange colored candle at midnight on Halloween and lets it burn until sunrise, he or she will be the recipient of good luck.
* Always burn new candles on Halloween to ensure the best of luck. It is not a good idea to burn Halloween candles at any other time of the year. It may bring bad luck or strange things will happen to you, over which you will have no control.
So there you have it. What are some of your favorite Halloween tales and experiences?
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
I've started a new Yahoo Group, Paige Tyler, and I'd love for all of you to join. Just visit the link below to join and I'll approve your membership.
It's a place for fans, readers, authors and everyone who loves those hot, hunky alpha males to hang out, have fun, and chat!
Authors are welcome to promo on Mondays, add their links and book covers, as well as set up chats!
Hope to see you there!
"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
…is woven throughout the Animals series. The stories stand alone, but characters resurface throughout the three books. All are stories of unexpected passion—an awakening of slumbering sexuality. In each story, the main characters arrive with muted desires. Lack of self-esteem, lack of resources, lack of reciprocated love—all these factors interplay and are courageously overcome. I recommend the books in this order:
First read Animals (Loose Id, 2009). Jessy Tanner is a gifted musician, working on fisheries crew and wondering which way to turn in life. When her crew is abducted at gun point and forced to make pornographic videos, she is surprised by her reaction. Passion overrides her fear as she makes love with her nineteen-year-old intern, Kevin Shepherd. But it’s Conrad, the crew foreman and hunky bachelor she really wants. When they escape and return to a routine, she and Conrad admit their feelings. But their kidnappers aren’t quite done with them…
Then read Night Blooming Jasmine (Loose Id, 2010). Even though it occurs in time before Animals, it gives more depth to the kidnapping. Jasmine is a recovering heroin addict, working at a recovery lodge in the beautiful Adirondacks. She’s crazy about the lodge manager, Adam Vianetti, but thinks she’s no match for him. When a couple of thugs kidnap the two of them, she and Adam are forced together and she couldn’t be happier. The thrill of her new love is overshadowed by a threat. The kidnapper plans to inject her with heroin and make her his own…
And to put everyone in a happy place, read Green Grass (Whiskey Creek Press Torrid, 2010). This story brings Kevin Shepherd (from Animals) to center stage. He’s a graduate student now and seems underwhelmed with life. The truth is, he’s having a hard time forgetting about Jessy. Then he falls off a mountain. Adrian Culpepper rescues him and brings him into her humble world. Adrian is an oddball hippie whose number one objective is to get her little sister away from a foster family. She and Kevin join forces and fall in love as they battle fires and bullies and poverty to gain a happily ever after for everybody.
AND, if you enjoyed these stories, you might also enjoy my recent release, Home to Hawk Ridge (Whiskey Creek Press Torrid, 2010.) This is a venture into lightly paranormal forces. No ghosts, no wolves or vampires, just magic and mind play. The story is about a gypsy whose family uses enchantment to get what they want from men. It’s based loosely on the concepts of Mesmer and animal magnetism. Good Halloween fun!
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Wednesday, October 13, 2010
I'm so excited to announce that I have a hot new erotic romance out with Ellora's Cave just in time for Halloween called UNMASKED!
I always love writing holiday-themed romances, so when my editor at Ellora's Cave put out the word that her authors needed to get Halloween stories in by a certain date so she could get to them in time for the holiday, I immediately started throwing around ideas for a Halloween-themed erotic romance.
I came up with a few storylines, but kept coming back to one that takes place at a costume party. I think there's just something inherently sexy about them - you know, no one knows who you are underneath the mask, so you can do anything you want.
So, I ran with the idea about a girl going to a costume party and hooking up with a hot masked man. I had a pretty good storyline going if I do say so myself, but I wanted to make it even more intriguing, so I thought, what if the heroine goes to the costume party looking for this hot, hunky coworker she's been lusting after? Of course, she'd have to know what he's going to be dressed up as for it to work, so I settled on the phantom of Venice. Just sounds mysterious, doesn't it? To make it more fun, though, I decided to have more than one guy dressed up in the same costume, so the heroine would have to come up with some ingenious way to figure out which guy was the one she was looking for. Admittedly, that was a good idea. Really good. But I didn't stop there. I wanted the heroine to have even more fun, so instead of making the costume party a regular old Halloween party, I made it a spanking party! For some reason, that always seems to be a big theme in my books! LOL! So, what does the heroine do, you're wondering? Let every phantom of Venice she comes across spank her until she find the right one? I don't want to give too much of the story away, but trust me when I say that the heroine has a LOT of fun trying to figure out which guy is the one she's looking for!
To whet your appetite for more, I've included a sexy excerpt. Hope you enjoy it! And if you pick up UNMASKED, let me know how you like it!
When Tabitha Buckley gets a chance to go to the hottest Halloween costume party in LA, she can’t turn it down, especially since the coworker she’s been lusting after is going to be there. And since she knows he’ll be dressed as the phantom of Venice, he should be easy to find. What Tabitha doesn’t know is that this isn’t the average costume party, but a spanking party. Having gotten spanked by a few boyfriends before, that doesn’t bother her as much as the fact that there’s more than one phantom of Venice on the guest list.
Not to be deterred, she decides the best way to figure out which masked
hunk is her coworker is to let each phantom spank her until she find the
man she’s looking for. And when she finds him, the night is going to end
exactly like she’s always fantasized - in bed having hot, sweaty sex!
She turned her head to see a man standing just outside the French doors there. Although he was half hidden in the shadows, the tricorn hat and cape of his costume were unmistakable. He was one of the elusive phantoms she had been looking for.
Even though she’d decided she wasn’t going to waste another minute looking for Robert, she found herself walking toward the man as if drawn to him. He was
tall with broad shoulders and dark hair, just like Robert. Though she didn’t remember her coworker being quite so tall or well built. Then again, he didn’t
often wear a cape and a tricorn hat to Sultry Records, so it was hard to tell. The costume could make him look bigger than he really was.
His sensuous lips curved into a smile. “I was wondering when you’d get around to me.”
Her breath hitched. Was this Robert? More importantly, did he know who she was? She gazed into his eyes, looking for a hint of recognition, but it was impossible to see his expression with a mask on.
“Get around to you?” she asked.
He shrugged. “I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to have a thing for the phantom of Venice.”
Her face colored at that. Had he been watching her? “There is something rather sexy about being spanked by a tall, dark, mysterious man in a cape and mask.”
He let out a soft chuckle. The deep, husky sound felt like a caress on her skin and she shivered. Was that Robert’s voice? She wasn’t sure. It definitely sounded as sexy as she remembered from the few times they’d talked.
“So do you want me to give you a spanking?” he asked softly.
Heat pooled between her thighs at the thought of him putting her over his knee. She gave him a flirtatious smile. “That is why I’m here.”
He grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Tabitha’s pulse raced as he took her hand and led her outside to the ornate stone bench on the terrace. Even though she’d gotten two spankings already that night, the possibility that this time she was actually going to have her bottom warmed by the man she’d been dreaming of, fantasizing about and lusting after forever made her pussy tingle with anticipation. God, if she got any hotter, she was going to orgasm just from thinking about it.
Sitting down on the bench, he slowly guided her over his knee, then placed a hand on her back like the other two phantoms who had spanked her. When he lightly cupped her ass through her short dress with his other hand and gave it a squeeze, Tabitha knew this spanking wasn’t going to be like the ones the others had given her.
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Tuesday, October 12, 2010
I'm in Honolulu and as I write this blog, I am halfway through the final galley edit of my book "Xu" which publishes at Amber Quill Press on November 17. 5 days!
It's fitting that I am here since this where I set my story, many of my stories in fact.
I've been filled with nostalgia since my moment of arrival on island (as the locals put it). Driving along Nimitz Highway from the airport, I passed River Street, the Chinatown stomping ground for my character Jimmy Thunder from "A Vampire in Waikiki".
I can feel Jimmy and Tem flying around and I like to think my two favorite vampires are guarding the island.
I swear I can feel the spirit of Detective Jardine, the 1950s homicide cop who protected and patrolled Chinatown. Other people tell me the same thing.
I passed the shipping terminal where Matt and Thomas took the Superferry to Maui in the "Black Point" books. This has especially filled me with sadness since the ferry (a wonderful invention) has since been abolished due to alleged water pollution.
I tried to have lunch at the (thinly disguised) Zippys at Ala Moana Mall where Katie finds a job - and magical help via Kimo and Lopaka in "My Hawaiian Song of Love" but it was closed for renovations.
Almost all my characters wind up at Duke's for mai tais and macadamia wantons...of course, I toasted them all there as I sipped my cocktail and watched the ocean in front of me yesterday.
I feel all my characters around me, whirling in my mind...and none more than Lindo Santiago, the leading man in my new book, Xu.
Yes, Honolulu is my mental playground but it was to me the perfect setting for the story of a closeted gay boxer who is forced to abandon a career he loves when he almost dies as the result of a beating in the ring.
He takes his first vacation - to Honolulu. It's here that I feel him and "Xu" (pronounced Zoo) the powerful, dynamic, mysterious man who saves him.
Last night, my companions walked along Kalakaua Avenue and we watched the people parade. The freak flags were flying high. I see a disturbing rise in homeless people begging on the street. Their encampment, near the ocean is over a mile long and I saw the fear and revulsion on some tourists' faces.
It reminds me of Santa Monica 10 years ago.
It isn't supposed to be like this here. One man asked me for 50 cents. What in the heck can you buy with 50 cents?
My niece stopped to pet "Lani the Friendly Guinea Pig" and we paid a buck for that. To me it smacked of exploitation but as Eleanna pointed out, Lani's grass skirt and floral hat were immaculate and the pig herself looks very well fed. But still...I know the police are asking many homeless people if they would like to go home. Almost all of them were sent here via one way tickets from jails up and down the Pacific northwest coast on the mainland.
Some have accepted the offers, some resist. Maybe, like Lindo Santiago, they are certain that somehow, some way, love and miracles will find them. Ala Moana - In Paradise.
What about you? Is there a place for you that is life-changing? Please leave a comment and the best one will win a copy of "Xu" when it publishes!
Monday, October 11, 2010
Now I've come to expect that you always need to order extra sides. They NEVER give you enough--anywhere--not just KFC. I've got a six foot tall kid who eats like there is no tomorrow---one large side isn't enough for him.
But I got really pissed off when I saw that only FOUR biscuits came with ten pieces. Do the math. Ten pieces of chicken should mean two pieces per person and therefore feed five people. But wtf are ya gonna do with four biscuits? How do you divide them? So basically they are saying that the meal is supposed to be for four people. Okay, do the chicken math. How do you divide those ten pieces between four people? Evenly that is.
And here's where it really got tricky. They were giving you four extra pieces of chicken to go along with that ten piece order. So now I've got fourteen pieces of chicken and only four biscuits--forget about the sides, like I said--I KNOW I've got to order extra. And now I was forced to buy extra biscuits too. Why not just package it properly the first time for me? I'll hand over my forty bucks and just not have to use too many brain cells to figure out portions.
Reminds me of those ten hot dog weenies in a package and only eight buns to go with them. Somebody needs to fix this mess. Enough ranting for today. See ya next Monday.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Four Sexy Stories!
Normally shy, Liz Bellamy agrees to pose for a sexy calendar to help raise money for an animal shelter. She almost chickens out after meeting photographer Kent Draper, but soon discovers being half naked in front of the sexy shutterbug’s lens is a turn-on. And when a girl gets that aroused, well…a little shyness won’t stop her from getting what she wants.
When Goldie Lockwood gets lost hiking and comes upon an isolated cabin, little does she know it belongs to three hot werebear brothers. The guys aren’t thrilled to discover she ate their food and slept in their beds, so naughty Goldie suggests a spanking as payment. Now hot, bothered and wanting more, Goldie must decide—sex with one brother? Or all three?
Maid of honor in yet another wedding, Kate laments her bad luck in finding her own Mr. Right. Her friends point out she’s trying too hard, and convince her to put her search for the perfect man on hold in favor of some simple fun.Kate goes for it by propositions the gorgeous best man, Dawson McKenna. She soon finds herself doing things she’d never dreamed—and falling for Dawson. But she was the one who made the rules. How can she now tell him she wants more than just a weekend fling?
GOOD COP, BAD GIRL
Julie Hanson is mortified to learn the uniformed stud who showed up at her birthday party isn’t a male stripper hired by her girlfriends. Kirk Chandler is a real cop. And she teased him about giving her a birthday spanking! But Kirk returns later that night bearing gifts—and an offer to give her that spanking. Julie is about to get a night of pleasure that qualifies as the best birthday present ever.
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Tuesday, October 5, 2010
As I prepare to travel to Hawaii this weekend with my wonderful man, D.J. Manly and my niece and goddaughter, Eleanna, I am mindful of the fact that at the age of 14 I am lucky she still wants to gang out with me. She also, of course, adores D.J. We have grand plans and she is a wonderful girl. I can't wait to be on my way to Honolulu with her.
She is the daughter of my very best friends, my cousin Chris, and his husband, Tracy. They are wonderful parents and they trust us completely but ever since the countdown began, Tracy has driven me crazy with last minute panic attacks.
"A.J., if it rains in Honolulu (which it does, every five minutes) perhaps you should consider taking the tiki trolley instead of driving."
Another text, "A.J., bring over your cell phone. I want to have Lojack installed on it."
It goes on and on. Yesterday, I called his husband who has been busy stocking up on sex toys and champagne for their kid-free week. I asked him if the treasure trove included a gag ball.
"A.J.," he said, "Try living with the guy. He woke me up at 4am to ask if we couldn't have her microchipped."
I know they trust me, and anyone who knows me knows that I would never let anyone near her. Her very first teenage crush was traumatized by a family barbecue with me, Chris and Tracy, but still...I had a sudden flashback to an experience I'd long forgotten. I was four years old and growing up in Bondi Beach, Australia. My mum took me and my brother Alex shopping. I apparently had ants in my pants because I ran in and out of stores like a demented flea. She bought a harness and put it on me.
I actually have a memory of that thing. I remember straining against it. I do remember also, being very embarrassed.
In total frustration and as a joke I sent the picture below to Tracy. I texted, maybe I should buy her one of these?
He wrote back, What sizes do they come in?
I'm not sure he was joking. I do know, however, my little contribution to their weeklong fun will be an industrial strength gag ball.
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Saturday, October 2, 2010
Tucked in the hilly Iowa countryside just a little west and south of Des Moines is a very famous set of covered bridges immortalized by the 1992 book The Bridges of Madison County and the 1995 movie of the same name. We’d never seen them, so we took up our friends’ offer a couple weeks ago, rented and watched the movie in preparation and drove out to meet our friends in Winterset. The afternoon was rainy and unseasonably cold, and we lingered over coffee in a downtown café watching the radar on my Blackberry waiting for the sunshine it promised any minute.
At last the sun broke through and we headed out to Roseman Bridge – the last, hard-to-find bridge that propelled fictional photographer Robert Kincaid into Francesca Johnson’s farmyard, and into her life. Built in 1883, this bridge still stands in its original location, though it was renovated in 1992. The bridges were originally covered to protect the expensive heavy main timbers that supported them, since replacing the boards of the roof and walls was cheaper than rebuilding. The main timbers we saw, then, dated back 117 years – how I wished they could speak. Fiction writers are always looking for stories.
In the movie, Francesca rides with the photographer in his truck to help him find this bridge, and later drives back there herself to tack up a note she knows he’ll find the next morning when he returns for his dawn photo shoot. Romantic? Definitely. The countryside we drove through was rich with fall colors and abundant crops ready for harvest. Goldenrod and Black Eyed Susans made a colorful contrast with thick stands of purple asters, and a few lingering Monarch butterflies graced us with their presence in the early stage of their migration south. Somehow, though, the ancient bridge and autumn scenes felt more congruent with the movie’s sad ending than with the hopefulness and optimism of romance.
And then we saw them. A young couple had just finished their lunch under the safe shelter of the far end of the bridge. We walked up as they were packing up their blankets and picnic basket, and I commented that they’d found the perfect place for a picnic on a rainy day. With shining eyes that gave evidence of recent tears, the young woman smiled and held up her left hand to show us her new diamond ring. So much more than a picnic – a new story for the ancient timbers, a happy ending for the Roseman Bridge, and for our day. Now there’s romance.