Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Winner of Repo Chick Blues Download

The winner of the drawing for a free download of Repo Chick Blues is Pink Pen! Congratulations Pink Pen!

Email me at tm-sharp@hotmail.com to let me know an email addy to send it to :)

Thanks to everyone who commented today. I had a great time!

Take care, all!

SEx ... Silver Expressions

SEx ... Silver Expressions
Hot From Scandal

Have you ever wondered where you draw the line between love and hate? Well, that's the journey Jake and Karen undertake in Hot From Scandal.

Hot From Scandal is the third in a trilogy that began with Hot Off the Press. And I've been wondering whether I should continue the series or not. I realize that between the police department, fire department and the newspaper in Chilhowee Cove, Tennessee, there might be a few more stories hiding in the shadows of the small town. Since Lexie, Karen, and Melissa are a pretty tight circle of friends, any other books will simply be related to the triology and not necessarily continuing stories. However, characters from these three books are scheduled to pop in every now and then so the reader can see that they really are having their happily ever after.

So what's next for Chilhowee Cove? Who will be the next lucky man to find a woman that fulfills all his deepest desires? Hmmm, maybe you'll just have to wait and find out.

Repo Chick Blues Excerpt


I was watching a documentary-type reality show about auto recovery agents one day and was struck by the fact that there didn't seem to be any female recovery agents. I know they're out there, but they are few and far between. Watching the show, I learned that auto recovery agents love the adrenalin rush of stealing cars. The rush is like an addiction to them. Auto recovery is one of the most dangerous jobs out there.

I found this intriguing. I began wondering what kind of woman would be drawn to auto recovery. What kind of past she would've had to draw her to want to put herself into such a dangerous job. There are many jobs out there, why auto recovery. I couldn't let the idea go, and Leah Ryan was born :)

Then her boss/partner Callahan Parker was born, and the story got really interesting. *Grin*

Excerpt from Repo Chick Blues

We dropped the car off at the repo depot and exchanged it for the sleek bike Jack had made for the dorky loser who didn’t deserve it. It might be petty, but it bothers me when beautiful machines such as that bike and the gorgeous Rubicon Jeep Wrangler fall into the hands of spoiled brats who would never appreciate them.

Oh yeah, I’m bitter.

I needed to drive and Cal sensed this, so there was no argument from him when I donned a helmet and climbed onto the front part of the seat.

“I’m surprised you wear a helmet. You seem like such a daredevil,” Cal said, placing the other helmet over his head.

“I may be crazy, but I’m not stupid. Ever see a head that’s been smashed all over the road?

“Um, no.”

“You wanna keep it that way.”

“You’ve seen a head smashed all over the road?” He wrapped his arms around my waist.

“I used to run with a wild crowd. Some of them thought they were too cool for helmets. One of them looked anything but cool when his head was being scraped off the pavement.” I blinked
away the memory of that image. “The others began wearing helmets after that.”

I revved up the engine and headed north, speeding along the river. We bulleted down the highway with an icy wind against our faces. The faster we moved, the clearer my mind became. Tension fell away from me, leaving me feeling lighter.

We kept going until we reached Lake George. I pulled into a parking area across the road from the beach. The water looked black at this time of night and only a few stray wanderers made their way along the street. I climbed off the bike, pulled off my helmet and shook my head. With my short, wavy hair, there’s not much else I can do. It looks awry all the time.

When we walked across the road toward the lake, I couldn’t help but think how beautiful a night it was. I found myself wishing that we’d found our way there under different circumstances.
We headed down to the beach, feeling the sand slip and slide beneath our feet. It was a gorgeous night. The humidity level was low and there was just a slight nip to the breeze. Some would’ve wanted a sweater or light jacket on such a night but I welcomed the cooler air. It had been too hot for so long.

“It’s nice out here.” There was a touch of huskiness to his voice. He looked nice staring out over the dark ripples with the moonlight touching his dark hair.

I nodded. “I like it when it’s quiet like this.” It felt strange being out here with Callahan. I was reminded of awkward first dates. Although we’d had sex, amazing sex, neither of us knew quite what to say. All we knew was that we didn’t want to discuss work or drug lords who tricked innocents into prostitution.

I sat down on the sand, pulling my knees up and wrapping my arms around my shins, rested my chin on my knees. Silhouettes of seagulls moved in slow circles over the water. Their cries, caught in the wind, sounded lonely.

Cal sat down beside me. He picked up a small stone in the sand near his feet and tossed it into the water. “Too choppy for skimming.”

I had an unexplainable urge to go skinny-dipping. “But not for swimming.”

He turned and looked at me, his expression surprised and a little amused.

I leaned back on my elbows and crossed my legs, letting one move lazily up and down. This felt suspiciously like flirting. “Wanna get crazy?”

He looked around, making sure nobody was on the beach or watching nearby. A crooked smile came across his face. “Okay.” Cal was like every other red-blooded male out there. Most men would take their clothes off in a blizzard if a woman were willing to take her clothes off too.
I stood up, pulling my tank top over my head and dropped it to the sand. I walked toward the water, stripping myself of my sports bra, my jeans and my boots. Goose bumps appeared on my arms and legs and I smiled into the wind as I ran full tilt into the chilly water, splashing all the way.

It was so cold that I couldn’t breathe for a moment, so I dove beneath the surface and swam until I grew accustomed to the temperature. I popped back up and laughed, feeling a little hysterical, and when I turned toward the beach, I could see that Cal was already in the water.
“Wow,” I called out to him as he swam toward me. “You don’t waste any time, do you?”

“There’s a naked girl in the water,” he said by way of explanation, his breathing labored with his swimming movements.

I trod water until he reached me and then floated on my back, the water filling my ears and blocking most sound above the surface. Cal stayed near me, watching me with a goofy smile on his face. I hadn’t even noticed that my breasts had popped out of the water, gleaming white under the full moon. There was no way he could’ve missed them. I laughed again, my giggles sounding strange with my ears under water.

Finally I went back to treading, but a string of giggles escaped me and suddenly I couldn’t stop laughing. Callahan watched me for a moment, a strange smile on his face. When he’d decided that I hadn’t really gone crackers, he joined me. We laughed so hard that both of us swallowed some water, the two of us coughing and hacking, and still laughing. We had to swim back to where there was sand beneath our feet before we both drowned.

We stood in front of each other, neck deep in the lake, catching our breaths. We watched each other’s faces, not saying anything for a long moment, the air thick with anticipation. His eyes were softened by desire and he moved forward. I stepped back. I knew what we were about to do wasn’t a good idea. My need for him was taking over my common sense. Relationships were messy and we had to work together. The more we had sex, the closer we came to actually being in a relationship. Then, being me, at that moment I didn’t much care. I was just enjoying teasing the hell out of him.

Finally I moved forward in one fluid motion until our noses were almost touching. My breasts brushed up against his chest, thrilling my nipples. His breath was becoming ragged and he was trembling from holding back.

“Leah—”

I cut him off with my mouth, tasting drops of lake water on his lips. I kissed him softly, but wouldn’t offer him my tongue.

“You’re playing with fire,” he murmured against my lips.

“It’s okay. I’m in water.”

He lifted his hands to my waist, moving them over my back and down my ass. His hands were strong, rough feeling, even though they were softened by water. Callahan Parker was a tough nut. He kept his temper and ability to harm tightly harnessed. I respected him for this. I also found it sexy as hell.

He pulled back and looked into my eyes, his face a mix of emotions. “You scare the hell out of me.”

“I scare the hell out of me, too.” And that was the truth. Suddenly I felt cold. I began to shiver and my teeth started chattering.

He slid his hand up and rested it on the back of my neck, pulling my head toward his shoulder. I resisted a little at first, confused. Somehow, he knew exactly what I needed, even if I hadn’t known myself. He tried again, gently pulling, guiding my head toward his shoulder until I finally gave in. I let my cheek rest against him. Drops of water beaded his skin, chilling it. Strangely, I felt warm again.

At that moment, there was no place on earth I’d rather have been.

Any questions about the excerpt or Repo Chick Blues? Leave me a comment with any questions you may have or just what you think of the excerpt and I'll draw for a free download of Repo Chick Blues :)

Dum de de da!!!!!

Did you like my little fan fare?

So, we've established that we've all, or at least most of us have had bad dates,
and a few of us have been bad dates. *coughcaffeycough*

But no matter what happened, we lived to tell the tale...
and warn others.

So, without further ado the winner....
*drumroll*

JaynieR!
*surprisingly enough picked out of a hat by Mr. Burns!*

What do you win?
Vin!
Okay, no, wouldn't that be nice though? And it rhymed. :)

I feel a little like the guy on Price Is Right...

Come on down, JaynieR.

You've just won some Foreplay!
Lavender/Vanilla-scented bath salts
and Foreplay Suggestion Cards!
*for use in bathtubs and hot tubs*

See how much fun SExing with us can be?

Email me, JaynieR!

Monday, February 27, 2006

Bad Date #2


Okay, so we've heard some really bad dates from you guys. Have you ever had a date that you didn't know was a date?

Here's mine...

My first job in AZ was at Safeway, it's a grocery store, and I was a checker. One of my bosses, an Assistant Manager talked one day about wanting to go to the U2 concert coming up. I flipped! Not only had I never been to a real concert (Amy Grant one's at Six Flags didn't count), but I loved U2!

He said he would get me a ticket and I could pay him later. Cool, right? He suggested he pick me up, there was no reason for me to have to drive seperately. Great. I was going to see U2!

The day arrived and he showed up early, saying we were going to hang with some friends of his before the concert. Again, he was older than me and so were his friends so I had nothing in common with them and they were all couples and I still thought this was just me hitching a ride to a concert. The concert was great, except for him and his friends just sat there and watched. How do you sit at a U2 concert?

After the concert he drove me home, about an hour drive from the stadium where the concert was, and he talked about himself the entire time. (what is it with me an men who are in love with themselves?) It wasn't until he walked me to my door and tried to kiss me that I realized he thought we'd been on a date! I was quick enough to shift and he kissed my cheek, but it was a narrow miss.

I ended up going out with him one more time, mainly because I'd been so shocked and felt bad that he'd thought it was a date and I'd had no clue. But that too was a disaster, dinner with one sided conversation is just not my idea of fun. At dinner he asked for a third, I just didn't know how to say NO to the guy, he was pretty pathetic.

Now during this entire "dating" episode, my friendship with Mr. Burns was turning into a bit more, and he kept telling me to just tell the poor guy no, but I just didn't know how, besides, I had to work with him and he was a boss on top of that.

Well, the guy called to confirm the third date and I finally got the guts to say NO over the phone. I explained how Mr. Burns and I had started to become serious and were going to be exclusive to each other or some blather like that. He said he understood and thanked me for the two previous dates. (one that I hadn't known was one remember)

I was so thrilled at finally saying NO, I was literally jumping up and down I was so happy. I called Mr. Burns and told him and he just laughed at me and said it was about time. ;)

The sad thing about this story?! I can no longer listen to U2.
The good thing about the story?! Mr. Burns. :)

So, anymore bad dates? Any dates you didn't know about? Don't forget there's going to be a winner at the end of the day! And the prize is a little X-rated! :)

Paige
website. blog.

Bad Dates...

No, I'm not talking about Friday the 13th, although for me that was involved.

I'm talking about going out with a guy/girl and expecting a good time, only to wish you were going through Chinese torture instead.

I've been happily married for 11 years, but before I met "the man sleeping in my bed" (LOL. See Jane's post to get that one. Sounds sort of Goldilockish.) I had a few dates that never got off on the right foot.

Here's one...

First of all, PLEASE, don't post or email me hate mail regarding this post, it's about the date, not where I worked, it was just a job, not a cause for me.

The summer after my freshman year of college I moved back to my home town and got a job at a research lab at the University of Missouri-Columbia hospital. I had/have no medical background, my Mom knew the office manager. My job was general office stuff, as well as to take the orders from the researchers/interns/doctors for test animals, mainly mice. (see, please no hate mail)

For the first month, nothing exciting happened, it was a pretty boring job, but one day, a cute guy came in and placed an order. Now being 19 and single, I did a little "workplace" flirting. This guy continued to come in and order and each time he began to flirt more and more with me. One day he asked me out on a date. Now, despite the harmless flirting, I balked at this. He was older than me, I didn't know by how much, but I'd never really been on a "date" before either, so I was a little wary. I joked and said he didn't really want to go out on a date with me. This went on for a few weeks, he kept asking and I kept jokingly declining. After a bit I got a little tired of saying no to the guy so finally I said yes. We set a date and time.

When he came to pick me up at my house, he wasn't dressed very nice and I had. That should have been my first clue. He walked me to his car, which was a very dirty Jeep that had junk everywhere inside and on the seat I was supposed to sit on. (clue #2) Determined to make the best of it, I got in and we went on our way. Now Columbia wasn't a huge town, but there are quite a few choices of places to go eat. And since TG (The Guy - after this much time, I've forgotten his name!) had asked me out, I figured he'd had the evening scheduled out. I was wrong.

He asked me where I wanted to eat. I told him I didn't care, I thought he'd choose. We drove around for thirty minutes before I finally told him a Chinese restaurant to go to that was close and good. Once we were seated he proceeded to talk entirely about himself. Except when it came to tell me how old he was, he skirted around that issue all night long. (clue #3,4,5) I could barely make it through dinner and hoped that dinner was all he had not-planned for the evening. I was wrong.

We got back into his Jeep and he pulled out from a pile of junk in the back seat a newspaper and
handed me the movie section, asking me to read what was out in the theatre so he could pick a show to go to. (clue #6) He decided going to see Friday the 13th in 3-D was the perfect movie.(clue#7) I am not joking. If I'd been older and more experienced at dating I would have claimed a headache way before now, but alas, I was young and naive.

Note-notice the movie's tag line, how fitting is that?

The movie was horrible, not only do I hate scary/creepy movies, I can't stand the whole 3-D thing. He, of course, loved it. Finally the movie was over and he wanted to go someplace else, but I told him I had to work early the next morning (not a lie, see, wasn't smart enough yet) so thankfully he took me home.

We sat in the Jeep in my driveway for a bit, again, I think just so he could hear himself talk. But I finally got him to tell me how old he was. 39! Now to some people that might not be a big deal, but that was the same age as my stepdad! I totally freaked and seriously had to hold back my Chinese dinner from coming back up. And despite the fact that I'd probably said 10 words all night long and looked a little green around the gills, he asked for a second date! I don't even know what excuse I gave, something about having to look at my schedule with school and all, and high-tailed it out of there as fast as possible.

Thankfully, I only saw him a few more times in the office after that, each time telling him I didn't have time due to work and school to reschedule another date, before he moved on to a different department.

Whew! That was painful to write!

So spill...

I have to work a bit in the morning, but I'll be back to chat with you! At the end of the day I'll pick a winner for a sur-prize!

Paige
Website. Blog.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Rescue Me... No, Really... Please!

So, here I sit wondering what the heck to write... I don't often get around to visiting the blog as I am a fulltime college teacher and in the throes of working on my PhD. Add to the equation home remodeling, commuting 200 miles a day for work and school, and all the other general day-to-day life-stuff that goes on, and I barely have time to check in with myself! So, Rescue Me was my first attempt at writing anything outside of the academic arena, and it was just a blast to write it (much more fun that writing for research). And, this is my first attempt at blogging, so here goes:

The significant other/boyfriend is asleep in the bed after just having flown in from Japan (he's a geeky engineer and does a lot of traveling). And, he (unbeknownst to him) was the question of the week with my students.

When I talk about myself in context to the subjects I'm teaching (I'm a sociology instructor so we often talk about sex, relationships and life in general), I never really know how to approach WHAT he is. Is he the boyfriend, the significant other, the partner, the companion? After a certain age, boyfriend seems rather inappropriate, but my students tell me partner isn't right either (as they assume this means I have a female partner). Significant other is so freakin' PC, and companion sound like he's my dog! So, even thought it has nothing to do with Rescue Me, what do I call the guy in the bed?

Any suggestions? And, any comments or questions about the book?

Saturday, February 25, 2006

What Keeps Us Coming...

... back for more? (Not that! I'm talking romance novels here.)

I’ve been reading romances for a very long time now. Started out with the sweet, traditional Harlequin/Silhouette books (Betty Neels, Diana Palmer) where the hero was older, experienced and, especially with Diana Palmer’s books, sometimes downright mean to the heroine, who was usually young and naïve and inexperienced. (I still haven’t figured out how those heroines ended up falling in love with those heroes when they were such jerks, but they did.) I moved on to Linda Howard, Iris Johannson, Dara Joy, Catherine Coulter, JD Robb, and many others.

Now I’m reading (and writing) erotic romance—stories where the love scenes are hot and explicit. Did I mention hot? I read lots of paranormal and most of what I write ends up with a paranormal element to it, even if I haven’t exactly planned it. (But, then I tend to be a pantser, and not a plotter, so sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s gonna happen!) I’m reading Angela Knight, Mary Janice Davidson, Lora Leigh, Michelle Pillow and Mandy Roth, to name a few. I’m starting to wade through (and I mean that in the nicest way!) the authors here at LSB. What I’ve read so far (from Rae Morgan, Paige Burns, Dakota Cassidy and, of course, my buddy Jenna Howard—and I still have more authors to go) will keep me coming back for more.

Whether it’s sweet and traditional, or spicy and not-so-traditional, romance is about fantasy. A way to escape from the every day drudge that our lives can turn into. According to HealthPlace.com, the top female sexual fantasy is the “rape fantasy”. Or as romance writers call it, the forced seduction.

The article does state "The reason fantasies are so cherished is because the majority of them will never be realized." This means that while women might fantasize a forced seduction, they don’t WANT a forced seduction. I might fantasize that a tall, dark and handsome vampire will sweep me off my feet to be his eternal love, but if it ever really happened I’d probably pee my pants. Or do something else in my pants. (It’s like Bill Cosby says. If you’re in an accident, it doesn’t matter if you have on clean underwear, ’cause there’s gonna be an accident.)

This idea of a fantasy, the “never be realized”… is this why paranormal stories sell so well? Because while supernatural powers can seem sexy, I'd say that most of us don't really want to meet up with a sexy, immortal bloodsucker. We might fantasize about a wild man who will call us HIS and want to 'mate for life', but what would you really do if some guy got all snarly and growly when another man looked at you? (My heroines might be kickass. I am not. Like I said, there’s gonna be an accident.)

It’s pretty much the same with the old historical romances with pirates and outlaw cowboys. And maybe why so many of the newer erotic stories feature dominant/submissive role-playing. A strong, handsome man will take control and we don’t have to worry about anything anymore. No more bills, no more work, no more anything.

What is it about romances that brings readers back for more? For me, it's two-fold. When I read a romance, I fully expect the happily ever after or at least the promise of one. But it's also the fantasy aspect of it all. The whole escape into someone else’s life or world while I read.

What about you? Why do you read romances?

(And because I just can't seem to help myself, here's some eye candy. How-deeee! I'll take that six-shooter. Either one of 'em!! LOL)


Zodiac: Pisces available now!


Sherrill Quinn

Romance With An Edge Website | Blog
Indulge Authors - Website | Blog

Friday, February 24, 2006

And as the sun fades slowly in the west . .


In the spirit of my new book, I offer a recipe.

From the official United States Senate website, here is the recipe for Senate Bean Soup, served in the Senate cafeteria every day since 1903:

The Famous Senate Restaurant Bean Soup Recipe

2 pounds dried navy beans
four quarts hot water
1 1/2 pounds smoked ham hocks
1 onion, chopped
2 tablespoons butter
salt and pepper to taste

Wash the navy beans and run hot water through them until they are slightly whitened. Place beans into pot with hot water. Add ham hocks and simmer approximately three hours in a covered pot, stirring occasionally. Remove ham hocks and set aside to cool. Dice meat and return to soup. Lightly brown the onion in butter. Add to soup. Before serving, bring to a boil and season with salt and pepper. Serves 8.

Now, for those of you who don’t have three hours to stand over a covered pot, I adapted it for my crockpot. Takes a little more time up front, but you could do the prep work anytime.

Crockpot Senate Bean Soup

2 pounds dried navy beans
2 quarts hot water
1 ½ pounds smoked ham hocks
1 onion, chopped
2 tablespoons butter
Salt and pepper to taste

Rinse the navy beans and put them in a large pot. Cover deep with water and bring to a boil. Turn back the heat and simmer for half an hour. Drain and put in 6 quart crock pot. Add water and ham, set on high for approximately six hours. During the last hour, remove ham hocks and cool. Dice meat and return to soup. Lightly brown onion in butter. Add to soup. Salt and pepper to taste.

I wasn’t sure this recipe was going to work. When I went to work after two hours, it was still just water and beans. But when I got home, it looked like soup and smelled wonderful. Even my eleven year old, who is not a soup eater, gave this thirteen thumbs up!

So, that’s it for my blog day. Stick around tomorrow, when your host will be the charming Sherrill Quinn, and then come back on March 7th when I’ll get to talk in more details about The Halls of Power, share excerpts, and give you a chance to win a very Washingtonian goodie!

The Eye of the Beholder

I want to introduce you all to someone. This is Ruby.


Isn’t she great? All round and natural and happy with who she is.

I was really sad that she disappeared so quickly. She was part of a Body Shop self-esteem campaign back in the 90s, saying just what we needed to hear in an era of extreme body shape and diet obsession. Be healthy, be who you are, and love yourself. But Mattel stepped in with a cease and desist order, saying Ruby was insulting to the real Barbie. And parents were feeling their children had been traumatized looking at Ruby’s nude body. Never mind all the similarly nude models of a smaller size on display right next to her. Ruby disappeared almost as quickly as she appeared. And I think the world is a sadder place for it.

In case you can’t tell, I’m a big woman. I’m not ashamed of it. I’m 5’2” and 250 pounds. The only time I get testy about it is when I have to go clothes shopping. Which, fortunately, I’ve always hated to do. Why spend money on clothes when I could be buying books or electronics?

But I’ve always had an odd sense of beauty. For example, Sean Connery as James Bond? Meh. Creepy. Sean Connery in The Untouchables? GUH!! I’ve got no interest in Colin Farrell or Russell Crowe. Naveen Andrews, now . . . But one of the men I find most sexy is Anthony Head. And it’s not just because of his appearance (come on, the man has chicken legs!) He has a wonderfully expressive face that you can just get lost in, but I think more significantly he’s so open and fearless. I’ve seen him do dark and ominous, I’ve seen the sexy fuddy duddy, and I’ve seen him at fifty-one years old run around in a black leather thong without batting an eye. That kind of bravery is incredibly sexy to me.

It’s the same with the women. I like curvy women, I like strong women. Katharine Hepburn and Rita Hayworth are my favorites from film, and now I adore Lucy Lawless. And again it’s the fearless factor. Yes, she’s built like a brick outhouse. But she can do drama, comedy, angst and everything in between with grace and style and a joy that just comes through in her work.

Just like Ruby.

So spill. Who do you find sexy, even though you know no one else does? What is it about them that most attracts you?

New Mare in the Stable

So, here I am for my first day of blogging for Liquid Silver. For those of you who don't know me (which is pretty much everyone!), I'm Philippa Grey-Gerou, a new writer with Liquid Silver. You can just call me Grey. I'll be doing a couple of different things today, including a rant and a recipe, but I've tweaked my plan a little bit as I just found out that my first book with LSB, The Halls of Power, is coming out next week, so I'm going to be doing this *again* come March 7th! So you'll have to wait until then for the excerpts and goodies. It'll be worth the wait, I promise!

I’m really pretty excited about joining the blog team here. Hard to believe that it wasn’t that long ago I was listening to an article on NPR about the rise of these new “weblogs” and thinking how self-important these people must be to think anyone would care enough about them to read their private journal online. Little did I realize that the following year I’d be getting my own. And two years after that I’d pay good money to make it a permanent one.

Crow doesn’t taste too bad, if you use enough salt.

I really like blogging. Each one is different. I have two of my own, my private one and then my author one, plus playing here at Sex and a couple of other places. I love being able to mention that my dishwasher broke down and have two people who I have never met come together to get me a used one in good condition that I never would have found otherwise. I love getting to share experiences, like TV shows or movies or games. I like having a place to occasionally rant. Cuz I can get a rant on like nobody’s business. I like being able to tell everyone who cares to look how much certain people mean to me. I like being able to ask a question and get a whole bunch of answers in no time for stuff that I couldn’t find on the internet. ::kicks Google:: And like I said, it’s different for everyone. For some people, it’s a substitute for their pen and paper journal where they put their innermost thoughts. For some it’s a forum to discuss politics or religion or fandom or whatever rocks their socks. For some it’s a game. And it’s all good.

So, how about you? If you’re here, you obviously aren’t a newbie to the blogging community. What’s your favorite thing to do or see in someone’s journal? What drives you the most crazy? What kind of things just make you go “Huh?”

Thursday, February 23, 2006

And the booty goes to...

Robin Snodgrass!!!!!!!!!

Wooooohooo! You rock!

E-mail me at Dakota@dakotacassidy.com to collect your prize, sweetie!

And yeah, you guys were mostly right--Excerpt #2 was MINE. The lovely Michelle Hoppe provided me with the first one. Oddly, Robin was the first to notice I'd forgotten to strip all of the names.

She caught the name August and indeed, August is the name of the hero in Whose Bride Is She Anyway!

Thank you, all for coming to play today! I had a wonderful time and I so appreciate the kind words about my writing.

I'll see y'all next month for more secrets of the LSB authors!!

hugs all round,
Dakota :)

Have We Met?


This is your intrepid, dirt seeking, fact finding reporter, Dakota Cassidy.

Yep, I'm back and I AM NOT promoting ANYTHING. You heard me, there is absolutely NO PROMO involved in this blog.

Not a lick.

I've decided that the authors of LSB made me break a nail last time (thus an expensive manicure was involved), I went on a fact finding mission and it's time to take a much needed break from their cruelties. I've suffered horribly, pulling teeth, getting dirty in the trenches of their dark secrets and this month, I was PMS-ing, so I skipped it in favor of a massage and a facial. LOLLOL

Alrighty, so I was reading a friend's blog the other day and she said that she could identify an author by their sex scenes in a book. She also said that she wondered if the frequency of one act or the other might be a part of the author's true sex life...

I know.

Oy!

It freaked me out. It made me want to go back and reread all of my sex scenes to see if I'd written an excess of the oral variety and now looked like a meat whistle, blowing slut to the literary world at large. HAHAHAHAHAHA

At first, my face turned red. It like burned, cuz I kept thinking, am I predictable? Do my like 25 fans wonder if I participate in those sorts of lewd and lascivious acts on a daily (yeah, I wish) basis? Do they wonder if I do the nasty in a kitchen, on a boat, in a moat (no, no goat. LOL)? Here or there, or practically anywhere? Do I write the same thing over and over? Use the same words?

LOLLOL. It made me stop and think about what I was writing and how it's written. If I have typical words I chose to use when depicting the act of hanky panky.

There are many acts I've depicted too. Do readers think I've done it doggy style, on a kitchen table, upside down with my hands cuffed to the table legs while I sing Stairway to Heaven in round?

Ahem, I assure you, I have not. Well, there once was a chorus of Stairway to Heaven, but it had nothing to do with a kitchen table. LOLLOL

Do they assume because my heroines on occasion can be very bold sexually, that I am too?

HAH! As if. I'm the biggest scaredy cat ever. I mean ever. Look at me. Do I look like the kind of woman who would just walk up to a man and say, "Hey, stud, wanna?"

Nooooooooo.
No, I say, but my heroines might.
Do.
Have done.
Kinda have done...

Do they wonder if I like , back door sex and menages?

Oh, wait, I haven't written those. Scratch that.

Do they wonder if I have a penchant for sex in the shower, on the beach, in a vacant house that's up for sale?

Looking back at al the books I've written, I began to think I could look like a real hot tamale (insert 'ho here), if anyone believed I actually indulged in what I write. Like a vixen, which I am soooooo not. Trust me. I don't have a vixen bone in my body.

Although, I'm not ruling out doing werewolves or vampires just yet. LOLLOL. I'm also not saying I might not like being handcuffed to a table. I just don't want it to be a table I had to put dinner on, ya know? Cuz I hate to cook.

So tell me, do you immediately know who wrote a sex scene if it's given to you anonymously, like in an excerpt? Do certain authors give you clues by particular words they use or phrases they tend to lean toward?

Here's the deal today. All ya gotta do is read the two excerpts posted and in the comments, just post which excerpt you think is mine by the number listed beside each excerpt. That's IT. You're automatically entered to win some GOOD stuff in a random drawing. Whether you're right or wrong, I'll probably put ya in the drawing anyway :)

Would I lie to you? LOL. Honest Injun. That's all ya gotta do :)

Until next time, when I've recovered from the hell that is the LSB author's dirty laundry( oh, how I suffer for you. LOL) and I can dig up some more dirt, be well, stay safe and enter that contest! Winner will be announced tonight at 9:00 pm eastern standard time.

Dakota :)

Excerpt #1

Removing the robe she walked naked into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Her body ached for his touch. Turning on the water, she waited for the warmth to wash away the cloud from her mind. Her hands moved over her skin in soft, sensual strokes, teasing her nipples taut, the burning hunger in her pussy demanded release. She reached for the life-size dong on the shelf in the shower, closing her eyes she stood directly under the cascading water. Moving the dildo between her legs, she massaged it back and forth over her clit.

Excerpt #2

Feverishly, he suckled her, pulling her fingers toward her tight entrance. It seemed natural to let two fingers slip inside her warmth and this time, she did scream as he lapped at her and she moved within herself. Her nipples beaded tightly, as she slid in and out of her pussy and he licked every exposed surface. Her pussy clenched her fingers, riding them as his mouth strayed to her entrance. He joined her fingers, stabbing his tongue inside her, fingering her clit. Soft hair brushed her arms. His head moved to a rhythm all its own as he wedged his tongue into her.

Strong hands clutched at her ass, gripping the flesh tightly, tugging her to fit his mouth. Moving back to her clit, he buried his lips in her, licking, sucking and the tight tension, building to an almost painful need for release, snapped. Snaking outward, lashing at her pussy.

She rocked against him as she drew her fingers in and out, watching her body tense in the mirror. Her mouth was open, her body arched toward August’s head, her arm hidden between her legs. Using her other hand, she tugged a nipple, seeing her own surprised look as she prepared to explode.

Heat engulfed her, tearing at her flesh as she came, with him tonguing her clit and her fingers plunging deeply within her. There was no fighting the scream that ripped from her lips, as she shuddered, jamming her hips down on the hard surface.

Thanks all

Thanks all who stopped by yesterday. Perhaps next time I'll present the interview I had with a Dom. No, wait, actually next time, I'll be promoting my March release Seasons of Love. Yippee!

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Interview with a submissive


The bdsm lifestyle is something that intrigues many of us. Sometimes we may write hot and heavy bdsm-themed stories without truly understanding what the lifestyle entails. We're curious observers, not actual participants. I recently gathered some information on what it is to actually live the life--not just play in the bedroom. The following is a Q&A session with a practicing submissive, explaining what the BDSM life means to her.

If a couple is in a bdsm relationship, does it switch on and off? Do you have your 'day' persona and your 'night' persona or is it a 24/7 lifestyle?
That's a pretty good question. The Dom you spoke with is right in that it depends on the couple. For Sir's and my specific relationship, it's 24/7 in that my rules are in effect whether or not W/we're together, and each of U/us thinks of the other, generally, in the role W/we've chosen. It it definitely not just in the bedroom. Still, if i don't feel good, He goes easy on me, pets me, takes care of me. If i have my period, or a cold, or i'm very sore and weepy and not doing well, He'll try to make me laugh, and get me food and hold me.

How does the couple carry on a regular life and a role-playing life at the same time? Or is it playing?
Well, in my deepest heart of hearts i'm a submissive. It is not playing, in that sense of the word... it's just a part of me. The same way i am a writer, even if i'm not writing, though that's probably not the best example. *blushes* It's just always there, a part of my brain.
Since i can only see Him once a week, a lot of it is mental, being told what to do over the phone, or even just talking. Generally, i call Him before work or at lunch, when i wake up. W/we talk a LOT. Every day, if W/we can help it. Actually, a lot of it is mental when W/we're together. i tend to slip into sub-space the minute i get into the car when He picks me up.

Still, it depends on the person. Some people just play in clubs, or in a dungeon, or once a week, and then leave it after that. Some people don't. Finally becoming chibi-hentai, submissive, and realizing it, has made me a stronger person in other situations, rather than letting people walk all over me and not realizing why i'm letting them.

Do you have dialogue about how you want things done or do you defer to your Dom without question on everything? I understand that he would be the ultimate decision-maker, but how much room for discussion do you have?
Again, different couples have different ways of dealing with this situation and how dialogues come up. On some decisions, after discussing something, i might defer to His judgment, feeling that He has more experience, or He's just right. On others, He lets me have my way because i might know more about a situation.
i live at home, and take care of my parents, so i don't say anything on the running of the household.
There's always room for discussion. One of the most important parts of D/s is communication... honest communication.

What happens when you’re in an argument and you’re confident you’re right about something and really want to be heard?
Argument... that implies anger, temper or ire, to me. i don't like having discussions or debates when i'm angry, because then feelings can be hurt, or something can be said that isn't meant. If either of U/us does get angry about something, W/we wait to talk about it, until W/we're calm and level-headed. Submission doesn't mean i checked my brain and opinions at the door, LOL. And i try to be respectful when i'm voicing my opinions.

And another wonderful way to deal when both of U/us are right: Compromise. i'll do something, and employ some of His suggestions, but He needs to please accept if it doesn't work, or i don't like it or i need time to get it done or something. As long as i give it my all.

For me it’s pretty easy to understand the Dom’s role. Who wouldn’t want to be in charge and control things, and let’s face it, it’s kind of a basic part of a man’s nature.
Maybe, though not all men are Doms. Some make fantastic submissives, and some women make superb Dommes. But even so, it's not just in charge and in control. It's responsibilities too. To be honest. To know the sub(s) limits, to know Their own limits, to be aware. A good Dom, that is. And to realize that They won't get everything right off the bat, if They're either new, or with a new sub. LOL, i adore fictional BDSM books, but the whole, "get everything right on a telepathic level" thing is so ridiculous. No one gets it all right that way. It takes mistakes and learned limits and learning about the other person's body AND mind that makes it fantastic.

Carrying that desire from sex life into the rest of life is what’s intriguing to me.
i take care of disabled parents and my responsibilities are endless. To be able, with one special person who i know i can trust implicitly, to give up all the control, the worrying about what to do if this goes wrong or this person needs something, and just be. i won't do anything wrong, because i'm given explicit instructions, and can ask the person in charge what else to do if i don't know. How can i ask what to do next in my normal, everyday life, when i'm the one in charge?
i cry when i'm with Him. He overwhelms me with pleasure and some pain(though i must say i'm not much of a painslut and He knows that). But I can't cry at home. i have to be the strong one. With Him... with Sir, i can be weak and needy and let go of all of it. He says He is honored when i let go in front of Him and just cry. i have a lot of crying to do.
i don't like crying and letting it out. It hurts and it's scary, and i want to run and hide. Sir holds me, as tight as i need, but He doesn't let me hide from Him. That's one thing i am not allowed to do, cover my eyes to hide. Either with my hands or my hair(which is thigh length now) or turning away.
One night, He saw me after sobbing hysterically, and said that i looked beautiful. *chuckles* my face was wet with tears and snot, and splotchy here and there, and He sits there telling me i'm beautiful.
i cry when i'm overwhelmed or when i'm experiencing sub-drop. sub-drop is comparable to how a person can really fly on adrenaline then after, when it's not needed, the crash comes. sub-drop tends to start emotionally, then move on to mentally and physically. Some subs have different ways of dealing with it. Eating, drinking, talking, crying. Eating helps me to ground myself, and sometimes brings it on quicker.
He nurtures me. He treats me like the special woman i am. He treats all of my emotions, rational or not(and i say if they aren't rational, LOL), with support and validation. He punishes me when i need it. He lets me talk things out. He does so much for me, and i'm thankful for it.

So in your specific relationship, what are the rules?
Rules:
i can't hide.

i am not allowed to get my own doors. He opens them for me. (*chuckles* It took me awhile to get the hang of that one)

No orgasm without permission. If i need/want to, and He isn't there, i must call Him, no matter the time, and ask... or beg... or plead, LOL.

When with Him, i wear a skirt, and unless i have a butt-plug in, my period, or permission, no underwear.

Also when with Him in the car(or any other place He deems it appropriate), my bare ass is on the seat, and my legs are spread for Him.

At home(His, but it feels like home to me too now), when i get in, unless otherwise directed, i get undressed, and assume my position(on my knees, with them spread, my ankles crossed behind me, back straight, eyes forward, my hands clasped behind me).

No biting my nails. Each nail bitten is one spank.

No writing "lol" the wrong way(the way i used to was with capital L's on both sides, and a lowercase O). The wooden paddle for every time.

i must always inform Him of disobedience. As soon as possible after it happens.

i must always wear my cuff(it's black, leather, with a kitty face on it and pat prints... Bought at Hot Topic, LOL, but it's comfy and nice), unless i take it off to keep it from getting wet or lotiony, or for medical reasons, like a nurse needs to take my pulse or something.

i must keep a daily submissive journal. And have a very good reason if i miss a day. i must also write down any disobedience and the punishment, if i know the latter. Or put punishment pending, if i don't. Additions to this rule: i must put another "i am" sentence at the end of every day.

i was depressed one day, and Sir had me write a list of 25 or more things that "i am". Good things. It must be in that format. "i am pretty." or "i am smart", etc. i'm on 39 today, LOL.

What would an average day be like for you?
An average day? Well, since W/we get together once a week, depending on the time, it generally includes food. Sometimes a movie, sometimes shopping at a bookstore or the mall. Sometimes heading for His place and playing. It includes chibi getting teased, stroked, made to cum, and at the end of it all, hopefully getting her treat, which would be Sir's cum. Giving Sir a blowjob really grounds me. It's familiar territory, and i know i'm pleasing Him, and it's also my favorite activity.
There will be laughs, there will definitely be tears and there will be intimacy and friendship.

What are your expectations of the relationship and what are your partner’s?
i expect to have rules, to be listened to, to be punished when i need it, to have my limits pushed, to be honest and to be given honesty, to have my desires met, in part or in whole. i must say that Sir is really good at meeting them in whole. *grins*
i expect to be His friend. He is my best friend, as well as my Dominant. He knows He can talk to me, and i won't judge Him. He doesn't have to feel bad if He has to do something, because i'll be here when He's done. But i also know that if i need Him, i can call Him. No matter what He's doing, who He's with, i can call. i'm a former cutter. i sometimes need to cry. And if He tells me to let go, i can cry at home. He is my primary safe call for cutting.
The relationship is not romantic, boyfriend/girlfriend. Sir and i are friends, lovers, D/s partners. And i'm content with that.

Let me add that the creed in this Lifestyle is: Safe, Sane and Consensual. Trust is necessary, but it must be earned. And that last word of the creed means no flashy BDSM demos in front of people who aren't consenting. Mainly, that means anywhere public, save play parties, and even then... there are rules! So flashing the guy in the truck next to you in the middle of traffic, in reality, is out. But add a blindfold, have this sinful, deep voice telling you to touch yourself, and that all these people are looking... it has relatively the same effect. *grins* The general public cannot consent, so being led around on a leash in a mall is forcing the lifestyle on someone else. There are other ways to be circumspect but still feel the wonderful D/s vibe with a partner in a public setting.

I hope this interview is of interest to our blog readers. I gathered this and several other interviews with the idea of perhaps writing a more realistic bdsm romance novel. Don't know if I'll ever do it or not, but thought you might be interested in what I found out.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

And the winners are...

I think I'm a bit late with pulling the winners, but I wanted to give people a chance. And I just love saying "And the winners are...!"

This was fun today. I hope everyone had a good time. My thanks to Rae for putting all the work together on the signs!

The winners of our Zodiac contest are:

Cynthya and Amy S. They each get a free download of Zodiac: Pisces. Congratulations!!

Email me at sherrill@sherrillquinn.com with your email address and the format in which you'd like to receive the download (PDF, html, Microsoft LIT version, Mobirocket-PRC, or Rocket-RB).

Thanks to everyone who played along today.

Sherrill Quinn
Romance With An Edge
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Simon’s Wicked Web by Ava McKnight


“Where do your story ideas come from?”

I get asked this all the time. While I derive inspiration from just about everything under the sun—and I say that with a bit of frustration because sometimes I can’t turn off the flow of ideas and, well, there just isn’t enough time in the day to write all these stories!—the most creatively inspiring device for me is music. Song titles, lyrics, instrumental tunes, musicians (yum!)… all of these things spark story ideas for me, as well as help to “lead” me through a story.

I got the idea for Simon’s Wicked Web from Madonna’s Erotic CD. Not that there’s anything on the CD that correlates with the story; rather, it was the overall evocative, wicked vibe of the CD that got me thinking about a story for Simon, my erotically intriguing hero. Simon is a true bad boy. (Better yet, he’s a billionaire bad boy.) For this book, I wanted to create sexually uninhibited characters with adventurous, devil-may-care spirits, a penchant for decadence and the desire to be truly wicked. Who better to inspire all of this than Madonna?

I used to think I would never play favorites with my heroes and heroines, but I have to admit that Simon and Kate hold a very special place in my heart. And I think Simon’s best friend, Stephan, deserves an erotic romance of his own… (I’ll get to work on this as soon as I find a CD that suits him.) I hope you become ensnarled in the wicked web Simon weaves, and fall in love with him the way I did.

Thanks for stopping by! Visit me at www.calistafox.com for chances to win a copy of Simon’s Wicked Web and other goodies, beginning March 1. Cheers!

Excerpt from Simon’s Wicked Web

From the moment they meet, he weaves an inescapable web of intrigue and seduction...

Kate Preston selects billionaire bad boy Simon Jones as the subject of her final
book in a bestselling series of biographies on overindulgent, decadent tycoons. Famous
for his wild sexual escapades, Simon--true to form--pursues her from the onset. But
studious Kate knows the wildly charismatic Simon is out of her league.

Having been raised by two notorious Hollywood legends, Kate has always sought normalcy
in her life. As Simon challenges her to take a walk on the wild side with him, Kate is pulled
deeper and deeper into his wicked web. Before the biography is finished, Kate will discover
a decadent side of herself she never knew existed... But at what cost to her heart?

************
“Well, there he is,” Samantha announced in her usual clipped, to-the-point tone as she and Kate entered the red neon-lit lounge.

The Whiskey Sky was a three-way collision of Feng Shui, art deco and Zen-inspired décor. The rooftop lounge boasted stellar panoramic views of Lake Michigan, Navy Pier and the Chicago skyline. Hip and trendy and quite apropos for this particular meeting, Kate had to admit.

Her eyes scanned the room and landed instantly on the handsome devil she sought. Despite the throng of people in the lounge, he was impossible to miss. Dressed all in black, pants, shirt and boots, Simon Jones was an edgy, brooding type who commanded attention. He had a deep bronze tan, dark, unruly hair and silvery-blue, hypnotic eyes, which held a hint of mischief and a spark of wickedness that both intrigued and excited Kate.

“It appears he’s engaged in a business-related conversation,” Samantha continued in jest. “Plotting some new restaurant coup, I’m sure.”

Kate laughed. “Yeah, I’ll bet. And the voluptuous blonde on his lap, with her best assets on display, is probably his accountant.”

“Mm, yes,” Samantha mused. “She looks like a bean counter, doesn’t she?”

Kate narrowed her eyes at the scantily clad, potential Playboy Playmate currently draped over Simon Jones. She did a double take.

“Bean counter, my ass.” Kate grinned. “That’s Britney Taylor. Better known as Miss February. And one of Heff’s favorite bunnies, I might add.”

“Ooh, how scandalous. Already the legend is living up to his reputation.”

“It would seem so,” Kate commented in an excited tone.

Instinct told her Simon Jones would be a fascinating subject for her last book. Rumor had it, he was pompous and arrogant, yet wildly charismatic when he wanted to be. Kate had also heard Simon Jones was so sexually alluring, women were prone to dropping to their knees and giving him head with nothing more than a wink and a nod for encouragement.

Lucky for Kate, she had more restraint than those other women. Her experience with writing the biographies of eccentric egomaniacs had taught her to avoid the many landmines associated with millionaire playboys. Or billionaire ones, as the case was with Simon Jones.

Although she was infinitely curious about what drove these types of men and sparked their insatiable ambition and overindulgent tendencies (what made them so hell-bent on possessing everything?), she knew better than to get tangled in their wicked webs.

Kate Preston didn’t roll over and spread her legs for just anyone.

Thirty-four-year-old Simon Jones was the epitome of overindulgence, which was one of the reasons why Kate had chosen him for her final biography. He was also a permanent tabloid fixture and devilishly handsome, which would help to boost the book’s ratings, no doubt.

Much to her surprise, though, Simon did have a few redeeming qualities, which Kate had unearthed during the preliminary research she’d conducted on him. Two selfless acts, in particular, intrigued her. Simon, she’d learned from his dying governess, had risked his life to save his best friend, Stefan Van Halderon, from drowning when they were children. Simon had not known how to swim at the age of seven, yet he hadn’t hesitated a second to dive into freezing cold water to rescue Stefan, who had fallen through a thin patch of ice on a semi-frozen lake.

Later, in his mid-twenties, Simon took a troubled, underprivileged young man under his wing and turned him into his protégé, providing the juvenile delinquent every opportunity to turn his life around. Julian Morrison was now on his way to becoming one of the hottest chefs in Manhattan.

Through her research efforts, Kate had discovered Simon wasn’t fond of flaunting his valiant traits; he seemed to prefer perpetuating the wild and wicked image he’d earned from a very early age. However, Kate considered his heroic acts significant enough to confirm there was much more to Simon Jones than met the eye.

Kate had convinced herself she’d selected Simon for all the right reasons, rather than the ones that intrigued her the most: Simon’s dark, edgy looks and the raw intensity he exuded.

She had professional standards to maintain, after all.

Samantha nudged her now, drawing Kate’s attention. Samantha handed over one of the cocktails she’d ordered. Kate took a sip of her drink then grimaced inwardly. Bombay Sapphire martini.

“I hate martinis,” Kate groaned.

“This is Simon’s drink of choice. We’re playing the ‘When in Rome’ game, Kate. You should be used to this by now.”

Kate sighed. She loathed the business aspect of her projects. She just wanted to get to the good stuff and write the book.

Kate and Samantha’s purpose this evening was to finalize the deal Samantha had started with Simon. He seemed inclined to let Kate write his biography. Ego was a powerful motivator, after all. Kate knew men like Simon Jones weren’t likely to pass up a golden opportunity to have their lives immortalized in a best-selling book. She and Samantha just needed to seal the deal with Simon, and he had stipulated he wouldn’t do that without first meeting Kate in person.

Hence, tonight’s visit to the Whiskey Sky.

“So, how long do you think this meeting with Mr. Wicked will last?”


Posted for Ava by Tina :)

Find Your Sun Sign's Perfect Match

Now, that you’ve found out what your sun sign is all about. Let’s look to see which of the signs are supposed to be most compatible with yours. I’ll separate these into sexual compatibility and lasting relationship potential. Be aware, these may not track equally since there are many nuances in compatibility, lots of give and take. The pairings as shown here are percentage-wise, more or less sure things from an astrological compatibility viewpoint. :) Have fun with them!

Aries: Sexually compatible with Taurus, Gemini, Leo, Libra, Scorpio, Pisces.
Lasting relationship potential is high with Gemini, Leo, Sagittarius, Pisces.

Taurus: Sexually compatible with Aries, Gemini, Cancer, Virgo, Libra, Sagittarius, Capricorn, Pisces.
Lasting relationship potential is high with Cancer, Virgo, Capricorn, Pisces.

Gemini: Sexually compatible with Aries, Leo, Libra, Scorpio, Aquarius.
Lasting relationship potential is high with Aries, Leo, Libra, Aquarius.

Cancer: Sexually compatible with Taurus, Leo, Virgo, Scorpio, Capricorn, Pisces.
Lasting relationship potential is high with Taurus, Leo, Scorpio, Pisces.

Leo: Sexually compatible with Aries, Gemini, Sagittarius.
Lasting relationship potential is high with Aries, Gemini, Libra.

Virgo: Sexually compatible with Taurus, Cancer, Libra, Scorpio, Capricorn, Pisces.
Lasting relationship potential is high with Taurus, Cancer, Virgo, Scorpio, Capricorn.

Libra: Sexually compatible with Aries, Gemini, Leo, Virgo, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Aquarius.
Lasting relationship potential is high with Gemini, Leo, Sagittarius, Aquarius.

Scorpio: Sexually compatible with Aries, Taurus, Gemini, Cancer, Virgo, Capricorn, Pisces.
Lasting relationship potential is high with Cancer, Virgo, Capricorn, Pisces.

Sagittarius: Sexually compatible with Aries, Gemini, Cancer, Leo, Libra, Sagittarius, Aquarius, Pisces.
Lasting relationship potential is high with Aries, Leo, Libra, Aquarius.

Capricorn: Sexually compatible with Aries, Taurus, Cancer, Virgo, Scorpio, Pisces.
Lasting relationship potential is high with Taurus, Virgo, Scorpio, Pisces.

Aquarius: Sexually compatible with Gemini, Leo, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Aquarius.
Lasting relationship potential is high with Gemini, Sagittarius.

Pisces: Sexually compatible with Aries, Taurus, Cancer, Libra, Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn.
Lasting relationship potential is high with Aries, Taurus, Cancer, Scorpio, Capricorn.

Since I am a Pisces, the above pairings say I should avoid Aquarians. In fact, while Aquarians and Pisces might appear to have a lot in common sexually, neither sign likes to initiate the act. The word on the street is these two signs might end up having more fun talking and sharing a cup of cappuccino than having sex.

As for long-lasting relationships, forget about it. Aquarians like to travel while Pisces wants to stay home. Aquarians want to meet lots of new people, while Pisces likes to stick with close friends. These two signs can be awesome friends and allies, but marriage is not in the stars.

Well, I’m here to tell you I’ve been happily involved with an Aquarian male (and a very typical one at that) for thirty-six years; we’ll celebrate our thirty-fourth wedding anniversary next Fall. Got to think my moon sign of Taurus has something to do with that. That plus the fact that my hubby and I were born a week apart in the same year at about the same time of the day in the same hospital. LOL We met eighteen years after our birth at college in a German Level 3 class (the only two Freshman in the class) and Engineering Calculus. We also came from an almost duplicate background - - middle class, both parents worked, attended public school and so on.

Leads one to believe that nurture does skew the old nature argument.

On a karmic level, I say we were meant to be together from birth. He is my soul mate, and I truly believe that our souls crossed and met one another as he went home from the hospital and I was coming in to be born.

Somewhat out there? I think not. Both of us had full-ride scholarships to other colleges. For reasons too lengthy to go into here, we didn’t go and instead attended Purdue. The other two colleges? Mine was Harvard; his was MIT. Both in Cambridge. I’d say the chances of us meeting in Harvard Square in 1970, two Freshman from Ft. Wayne, Indiana, were fairly high, especially since we both were Chemistry majors.

Yes, I truly believe, we were meant to be together. He is my best friend in the universe. And the sex thing? Well, we worked that out. Sex after all is also in the brain, and talking can lead to action. LOL

Now, share with us. Does your hubby, lover, significant other, or intimate friend fit in with the above astrological compatibilities?

Sherrill and I will pick one of the responses to this blog thread to win a free download of our book Pisces.

Excerpt from "Redemption", in Zodiac: Pisces, by Sherrill Quinn

Abby started to leave, but turned back as a thought occurred to her. “You seem so familiar. Have we met?” Familiar as if her very soul recognized him. The throbbing in her pussy seemed to agree. Not, she thought with sadness, that anything would ever happen.

A full-blown smile crossed his face, turning it from interestingly craggy to heart-stoppingly beautiful. Her nipples tightened in interest and her heart beat a hard rhythm against her ribs.

“No, ma’am,” he said, and the smile still tugging at his lips caused dimples to groove his chiseled cheeks. “We’ve never met before.”

“Oh. Well, now we have.” She grimaced at how inane she sounded.

“Would you like to have a cup of coffee?” he asked. A look flitted across his face, suggesting that he instantly regretted the impetuous words.

“Oh, no, I can’t.” Her instinctive reaction was prompted by his obvious wish to retract the invitation, and she fought to maintain her composure. She wasn’t a charity case for some stranger to pity. Her body drooped, while inbred politeness prompted her to murmur, “But thank you.”

She turned and walked away from him, more aware of her scarred and crippled legs than ever before. The physical therapist kept assuring her that she would eventually walk without a limp, but she was impatient. She’d been in therapy for three and a half months already. How eventual was eventually?

She was aware of his gaze following her as she crossed the street to walk the rest of the block to her apartment. When she stepped up on the curb she couldn’t help but look over her shoulder. Disappointed to see he was gone, she heaved a sigh. “Oh, well, Abs. You aren’t his type, anyway.”

Damon frowned when he heard her muttered comment. He walked a few paces behind her in his Protector form, watching her pert fanny swing with her uneven gait. If anything, the limp made her even sexier. It made him want to strip those pants from her and slide into her sweet, wet pussy with a cock that now was rock-solid.

His frown deepened. Even in corporeal form, this had never happened on assignment. He hadn’t thought it was possible for it to happen when he was in spirit form, yet here he was with an erection throbbing along his thigh like a third leg.

He didn’t know what it was about her, but his body reacted with wild need in her presence. Maybe it was that she was exactly his type: elegant, independent and determined, with a gut-wrenching beauty that threatened to double him over with need.

Incredible that she couldn’t see how sexy she was. But he knew every man she came into contact with saw it. And he tensed with jealousy.

She was his.

He curled his fingers into his palms. What the hel... heck was he thinking? He was a specter, sent to protect this woman and thereby assure himself a place in Heaven. He had no business lusting after her. That emotion definitely wouldn’t get him past the pearly gates. “Get hold of yourself, man,” he muttered, in his distraction forgetting to mask his words.

When her head turned sharply, he realized he’d spoken aloud. She looked around, her eyes searching. After a slight hesitation, she entered the building.

Following her into her apartment, Damon watched. Stooping slowly and painfully to pick up an orange tabby that nattered around her feet, she rubbed her face into the soft fur, her eyes closed as she straightened.

He shook his head. Damned if they both didn’t have the same expression on their faces, woman and feline. Closed-eyed contentment. How long had it been since he’d felt that?

Dammit, dammit, dammit! He wasn’t supposed to feel anything. Perhaps he’d better ask for re-assignment before his emotions got him into trouble. But he didn’t think he could leave Abby to another Protector. After the first one’s abysmal failure, he didn’t trust anyone else to keep her safe.

“You know, Jericho, it’s the oddest thing, but for the last several weeks I’ve had the feeling that I’m never alone. I’ve never felt such ... peace, such a sense of security.” She rubbed her face against the cat’s head. “Between that and the dreams, I think maybe I’m finally losing it. What d’ya think?”

The cat meowed and butted his head against her chin. She laughed and placed him on the back of the sofa. “I know, you glutton. You want to be fed again. My horoscope warned me about you. ‘Today someone you love will be focused on their own needs. Don’t feel bad. They’ll come around.’”

She scratched the big tabby on his jaw, laughing again when he stretched his neck and tilted his head to give her better access. “And I do love you, fat cat. You’re my baby, aren’t you?”

Damon felt almost a sense of domesticity, watching her putter around the small apartment, talking to the cat and laughing at herself. If nothing else, her encounter with him seemed to have lightened her mood. For that he was glad. If only...

He deliberately closed his mind to further thought. He was here to do a job. He was to make sure she was protected from the man who sought to harm her, a man who had very nearly succeeded when her former Protector had been distracted.

Damon had been given very strict instructions to assure her safety; he’d sat beside her as she lay in the hospital bed, both legs in casts, face bruised and swollen. She had been stubbornly determined to get well, and he’d fallen a little bit in love with her then.

Abby had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and had unwittingly witnessed a vicious crime. Not that she was even aware of it. But the man thought she was, and sought to silence her forever. Which was where Damon came in. He was her Protector, and he’d be damned if he’d let the villain succeed.

He stilled, realizing the import of his words. The veracity they represented. Never mind that she was his hope for redemption, another successfully completed assignment. He would accept the damnation of his eternal soul if it ensured that Abigail McNeil would be safe.

She was more than just a job to him, had been from the moment he’d materialized in her hospital room and had seen her lying so still against the sheets. Now, after having protected her for these many months, he knew he would risk everything to ensure she lived.

When she went into the bathroom and readied for bed, he stayed in the living room. Hearing the water in the shower running, he clenched his fists. He closed his eyes and had no problem picturing what she looked like. Her hair, wet and sleek down her back, curled slightly at the ends just above the rounded curve of her buttocks. Long, slender legs, once strong, now weaker and scarred.

In his mind’s eye, he moved around to her front. Her breasts rode high and firm above her ribcage. Each mound was tipped with a hard, pink nipple, begging for his mouth. Her stomach was slightly rounded, womanly. Soft, light red hair covered her mons and sheltered her secrets from his gaze. He could see her soaping her hands, running them over her soft skin, between her legs...

His cock rose and he stared in disbelief. Again he had an erection. What the hel...heck was going on?

The water shut off and he snapped open his eyes. He heard the shower curtain jangle open, and imagined her stepping out of the tub and toweling off. He wished it were his hands drying her. No, not his hands. His lips, his tongue. He would trace every drop of water, licking it off her silken skin.

~ ~ ~

If you haven't yet read Rae's excerpt, scroll down. You don't want to miss it!


Sherrill Quinn
Romance With An Edge
Website | Blog

Sun Sign Characteristics


My secret compulsion is to read my horoscope every single day. I have one of those 365-page-a-day calendars for my sun sign Pisces. Each day I read my horoscope. I also have my daily horoscope sent to my Yahoo home page.

Surprisingly enough, most days I can relate to the predictions. If nothing else, I use them as a guide to my day. I also find that while my sun sign’s typical characteristics are not one hundred percent "me," I am close enough to a typical Pisces to be scary. Of course, a true chart shows the ins and outs of rising signs and many other factors of my birth date and time, but for a general rule of thumb - - I am a Pisces female.

Don’t know what characteristics describe your sun sign?

Here is a general overview of positive indicators:

Aries: a leader, energetic, accepts challenges, helps others, takes risks for others, open, persistent, optimistic about people they meet.

Taurus: careful, tends to be conservative in outlook, dependable, loyal, calm and patient, artistic, thorough, attentive, very loving, resourceful, gentle, excellent cook, orderly.

Gemini: inquisitive, charming, entertaining, versatile, liberal, youthful, inventive, and non-prejudicial.

Cancer: tenacious, shrewd, intuitive, kind, compassionate, domesticated, good memory, helpful, caring, protective.

Leo: honest, loyal, sunny disposition, dignified, pride in her home, lively, friendly and kind, generous, accepts people at face value, courageous.

Virgo: gentle toward the helpless, sympathetic, humane, organized, witty, charming, physically sensual, painstaking, dedicated, emotionally warm.

Libra: cooperative, artistic, refined, opinionated, good negotiator, strong beliefs, loving and romantic, sense of fair play, uses brains not brawn, sincere, charming, communicative.

Scorpio: self-critical, investigative, passionately caring, protective, tenacious, magnetic, dynamic, emotional, sensual, compassionate, concerned, unshockable, intense.

Sagittarius: frank and open, optimistic, sees the best in people, honest and fair-minded, spiritual, enthusiastic, inspiring, happy, sensual, holds no grudges.

Capricorn: organized, cautious, realistic, hard-working, scrupulous, fearless, concerned, gives good advice, a traditionalist, respects authority.

Aquarius: communicative, thoughtful and caring, cooperative, dependable, scientific, humane, independent, people-person, loyal, inventive.

Pisces: loving and caring, trusting, hospitable, helpful to those in need, shy, romantic, creative, mystical, gentle and kind, compassionate, intuitive.

Do you match your sun sign? If not, how different are you?

Post a comment on this topic and Sherrill and I will later choose our favorite one and award a free download of Pisces.

Also, check back later today for a list of astrological compatibilities for your sun sign and another chance to win a copy of Pisces.

Yep, since there are two of us, Sherrill and I decided that the faithful SeX Blog readers should have double the opportunity to win twice!

Monday, February 20, 2006

Excerpt from "No Secrets," a Coven novella, by Rae Morgan

Every night since Debby had left him in Southern Illinois, Boris visited and, like an incubus, made mad, passionate love to her. Never mind that her sensual tormentor was physically hundreds of miles away in Chicago and she was in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. Never mind that she’d told him repeatedly that she didn’t want him. Never mind that she’d reluctantly resorted to every defensive dark magick trick in the book, and some she’d made up, to forestall his nightly assault on her mind and body. He still visited and with only slight variations in technique, made carnal love to her on the highest levels of the astral plane.

Tonight he was late. Stupid fool that she was, she called him on it, as if she really cared. And she didn’t! Of course she didn’t.

"You’re late. Hot date?" Debby said.

"You missed me, bébé?"

"No, in fact, I was relieved."

Boris snorted. "Liar. I’m growing on you, admit it, little hell cat."

Boris’s astral body reached for her. Debby slapped his hand away and stepped back. Putting what she hoped was a look of disdain on her face, she drawled, "Growing on me? Yeah, like an icky, smelly fungus."

"Debby, my beloved one, you love me, but are just too stubborn to admit it."

"I don’t love you, Bo. Get away from me--" She backpedaled and came up against a stone wall that hadn’t been there two seconds earlier. That was the thing about dreams and the astral plane--real world physics went all to hell.

Trapped, she growled, "Get over yourself and leave me the hell alone. I’m sure there are lots of women in Chicago you can torment on a nightly basis. Some of us need our sleep, because we have a job to do."

"Actions speak louder than words, bébé. So let’s see just how much you hate my love-making, eh?"

Within the space of a millisecond, Boris’s astral body swept Debby’s dream self into a garden on the astral plane, high above the psychic-vamps and unaware dreamers trolling the lower levels. Her clothes whisked away by his thoughts, Debby was open to his sensual assault, once again helpless to fight him off.

Each night it was the same. It was as if her astral body wouldn’t listen to her higher brain, the part of herself that knew that Boris and all that he represented was bad for her. Instead some primitive part of her psyche drove her dreams, allowing her to become a helpless victim to Boris’s lovemaking.

Lately, in the pale gray of early morning after a night of indescribable, passionate sex, there were times she second-guessed herself. Maybe she was fighting Boris and herself far too hard. Maybe she could live with Boris, make a family, and perform magick. Then the bright dawn of reason arrived with the morning sun and she convinced herself yet again that turning her back on Boris and his magical world was the best thing she could do for herself--and for the world. Never again could she allow herself to lose control of the cursed powers she possessed. Yes, she’d helped rescue Selena, Gor, and Boris from the dark magician Darius, but the use of her powers, grown greater with age, both attracted and repelled her. Call her a coward, but she couldn’t face the horrifying darkness within her.

So she’d run home to her safe little world.

The Coven followed her--and Boris wooed her nightly.

"Little one, you are not paying attention. I am nibbling your neck and stroking your labia, but you are miles away. I am distraught."

Boris inserted a finger, then two into her vaginal opening, stroking and spreading her wetness over her puffy labia. Every few seconds, he’d flick her needy clit as if to announce that he was there and wasn’t leaving until he got the reaction he desired. Horny, sensual bastard.

"Distraught? That’ll be the day. If you must know, I was thinking of England."

Boris laughed. His lips moved from her hyper-sensitive neck to her turgid nipples. He licked then bit first one, and then the other until they were rosy and wet. All the while he increased the stroking of her sex. Already her body tightened as her arousal heightened. The tension was so great that she had to remind herself to breathe, just as she fought not to react, not to allow him to control her body.

It was a useless battle. He’d proven in the past that he could arouse her no matter how hard she tried not to respond. Each night she vowed to lie like a stone statue, and each night she ended up moaning, groaning and shouting his name to the alternate reality sky. The only thing she’d been successful at was denying him the words he wished to hear--and even those had come pretty damn close to the surface. But somehow she’d managed not to give him the words of love he wanted so badly. She couldn’t love him. She wouldn’t allow it. It was too dangerous.

A long talented finger stroked her G-spot. Debby moaned. The man knew how to push her buttons. If the sex were this good out-of-body, she figured she’d never survive the real thing.

"Oh, you will not only survive, but beg for more, bébé. Let me fly to you this night. Let’s take our love into the light of the real world."

"It’s this or nothing, Bo."

"You can’t stop me from visiting your dreams…"

"I’m working on it--don’t count me out. My blocking is becoming stronger. You can’t reach me any longer during the day. Admit it."

"As you say, I’m working on it, little cat. Don’t count me out. I am a persistent man when there is something I want."

"You’re a horny, overbearing, ruthless, obstinate Scorpio shifter is what you are."

"And you are my temperamental, slightly out of touch with reality Pisces match. It’s that Taurus rising that makes you so damn stubborn, but we Scorpions are a tenacious bunch."

"My mother told you my birth sign!"

"Your mother knows excellent son-in-law material when she sees it."

"Forget that, she just wants grandchildren."

"And for you to use your Goddess-given abilities."

Debby groaned. Boris was correct. Her mother had been acting strangely ever since she’d met Boris. Lately, she’d taken up knitting baby things--in blue. No pink. No yellow. Just blue. And she made duplicates of everything.

Debby was scared. Her mother had foreseen something and wasn’t telling her only daughter. Her own precognitive abilities were useless when it came to her own future, and Boris’s future was shrouded in a mysterious dark mist that she couldn’t penetrate--or was afraid to.

Debby was also afraid that Boris knew exactly what it was that her mother hid. It was a damn conspiracy.

"Your mother is an uncommonly intelligent woman--you should listen to her for a change."

"Bite me."

And he did--on her inner thigh, then worked his way with nibbling little kisses to her labia, now supersensitive from his finger’s ministrations.

"Come for me, Debby. Give me your moans, your sweet cries of passion. Tell me you’re mine."

Boris took her clit between his lips and sucked--hard.

Debby fell into a deep pool of whirling sensation as wave after wave of orgiastic pleasure surged across her body. As waves turned to ripples, Boris placed his engorged cock at her opening and surged inside, beginning the rhythm that would take her to the top once more. Groaning, Debby lay back and allowed him to sweep her to the stars again. She couldn’t fight him. It felt too good. And, after all, it was just out-of- body sex--not the real thing. She could always get her REM sleep later.

As Boris came into her, he shouted, "Je t'aime, bébé."

Morning After ... Rae Morgan, Sherrill Quinn & Ava McKnight


Pisces: No Secret
by Rae Morgan
Pisces: Redemption
by Sherrill Quinn

&

Simon's Wicked Web
by Ava McKnight

What Makes A Man Sexy?


Webster’s on-line dictionary defines sexy as:

1 : sexually suggestive or stimulating : EROTIC
2 : generally attractive or interesting : APPEALING (a sexy stock)

As an author of erotic fiction, I often ask woman this question. The responses are always different. The answers vary from smell, height, the way a man carries himself, muscles, hair and eye color, weight, personality, and attitude.

So what makes my man sexy to me? Well, I’ve been married over 22 years now. Of course, through the years, we all change… but there are characteristics about my spouse which always remain consistent. This is the personality that makes me love him day after day. Of course, I’m attracted to him physically, meaning, I look at him and (even after many years and added weight) he still makes my heart go pitter-patter. I love the way he looks, cleft on the chin, nice groomed mustache, cute smile--he still turns me on. He’s relatively tall 5’9” and well-rounded (of course when we met he was 130 lbs, LOL) but setting all the physical attributes aside… he makes me laugh. He’s always made me laugh. No matter where we are at in life, his personality style just meshes so well with mine. He’s kind, with a great sense of humor, and there’s not doubt in my mind, HE LOVES ME.

I want to share my cover from Gabe’s Prize with you and the photo I gave the cover artist, Will Kramer, to work with. I absolutely love this cover. I think Gabe is sexy in a sleek, hunky way. You tell me.

Sooooo, what makes a man sexy to you?

Rae Monet

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Everyday Sexy


No I do not refer to having sex everyday (because as I get older I find the very thought…exhausting!). Instead I refer to those things which occur every day but which somehow come to be…well…sexy!

Or maybe sensual is the word.

I’m a very sensate person. I like to touch, smell, taste, and experience everything. My husband thinks it’s cute and sometimes funny, that I get up early of a morning just to ‘inspect the troops’. In fact what I’m doing is wandering through the early morning mist, feeling it brush past my face and standing in the garden, inspecting my newly sprung vegetable seedlings! While I stand there, I absorb the smell of morning, the feel of the dew on the grass beneath my feet and listen to the morning chatter of all the birds in our trees. I feel very tranquil and also extraordinarily alive while just quietly being a part of the world.

I have male friend, who finds pregnant women devastatingly sexy (dangerous, yes?). I know why this is, it’s biological. Pregnant women exude the same hormones as a fertile woman ovulating (not much less dangerous). So while it’s easy to explain, it doesn’t stop my friend from groaning every time a ‘blooming’, pregnant woman walks past!

I also have a mate who told me how he loves to watch his wife cook. For some reason, this struck me as incredibly romantic and sensual (perhaps because I also love to cook). So I wrote a story for them and thought I would share it with you today.

Food For The Soul

Dropping his case at the door, he smells food. Good food. Aromas waft down the hall enticing him further into the house. Welcome home the smells tempt, come see what we have in store for you. How can one resist such invitation? Experience says there are fabulous things awaiting his return.
Treading quietly on carpet, he sneaks up on the kitchen to lean on the doorframe and watch. Tenderness swells his heart. The frippery of an apron is not for his woman. His goddess cooks in a halter neck sundress and bare feet. She knows he’s there. He can see it in the set of her spine.
She turns slowly to greet him. Not leaving the bench, just turning her head. Then the smile -- the welcome that leaves him speechless daily. Her mouth is magical. A mouth that appreciates chocolate and sweet as much as the salt and tang of life is a rarity. Occasionally he arrives to see those lips singing. Small prayers, invoking the magic of everyday miracles.
“Hey.” Daily worries are washed away in her coffee flavoured voice. Duly welcomed he may enter her domain. Nerves relax, almost liquefying in the soothing world she’s created. Some days he walks up behind her, wraps her in his arms and inhales the smell of her over that of the food. Other times they talk. What’s happened in the world while they weren’t paying attention? Who had a baby? What about him? What problems and what triumphs ? Life and its moments conglomerate in her kitchen. Tonight he just wants to sit. To feel.
She’s making a laksa. Red onion, chilli and a myriad of other mysterious ingredients are sizzling. It’s a shame he missed her using the mortar and pestle. He loves the way she concentrates when she does. The small furrow between her brows, the chance of a bead of sweat to trickle down her throat and disappear. Maybe later…
Coconut milk eases the frantic rush of heat she created. Now liquid swirls to her will, languorous and smooth, warming from the bottom up. Lime leaves, lemon juice, more wondrous elements pour from her fingers like blessings on the needy.
She’s happy with his silence. The quiet ease that comes with peace and knowledge, twines and blends with the exotic scents, so he can breathe and imbibe it. Each inhalation is enough to sustain him.
There’s seafood on the bench. Fish, prawns, crab, all are shelled, chopped and ready. She likes her kitchen organized. Without looking she can lay a hand upon whatever she wants and there is no need for rushing. Watching her, he reins back his own desire to rush. Better to enjoy the simmer.
He loves watching her eat. Even white teeth that nibble, the way her tongue will lick at a stray drop before she smiles guiltily at him with lips that appreciate the giving as much as taking. Later she’ll taste of tonight’s magic, all cream and tang with the shocking flash of heat kept ‘til last, just to surprise him when he’s too confident of her.
Just one taste, one small dip into promise.
She smiles against his mouth. “Wanna try the specialty of the day?”
“But what about the food?” Even as he speaks, his heart is pounding.
Again the sexy grin that reaches all the way to her eyes. “Lets start with a little food for the soul…”

So here’s the deal. You tell me about your ‘everyday sexy’ and I’ll select one of you to receive a gift pack of products, each item somehow relating to one of my heroines as all of them have their own ‘foibles’ too!

Saturday, February 18, 2006

How do you get your story ideas?

I imagine every writer hears that question from time to time. It makes me shudder. Oh, no. How do I answer that? Tell her I dream them sometimes, say that it's just the way my crazy mind works, or lie and say I get them from the news? There's no simple answer. So, here's a few of my convoluted but honest ones.

1) I was daydreaming about this sinfully delicious desert my friend makes called Death by Chocolate. As I'm rubbing my tummy and thinking mmmmm... my eyes land on a book by Delilah Devlin. Thus "Death by Delilah" popped into my head as a title and a Halloween story followed.

2) Another friend was sharing her bad day with me. She was enjoying a fair, just walking along, happily chatting with her mother when suddenly, wham, she fell in a hole and twisted her ankle. Her mortification was tripled when the ambulance showed up carrying a hot EMT. After chuckling about my friend being "top-heavy" my book Heaving Bosoms was born.

3) About a week ago on a writers' loop, I was bemoaning my need to write a love scene when I wasn't in the mood. I just could get into it. Other writers shared their "tricks of the trade" and offered me a whole arsenal of mood changing advice. Yet another writer was lurking and told us all a few days later she had found a story idea out of our conversation! Should be a humginger! LOL.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Did you have a good time?

I did!

Thank you one and all for joining me today on the blog. Took me awhile to get all those little pieces of paper with everyone's names on them in the bowl, but I did and the lucky winner is ConnieLynne.

Congrats, Connie. If you can send me an email at
michelle@michellehoppe.com we can get your prize moving.

Wishing you all a wonderful weekend. Until next time, be well!

Michelle Hoppe
www.michellehoppe.com

Part Three - Did you hear the one...

Yes, oh yes siree, yes…here’s the joke:

Man 1 says: I once knew a man with a wooden leg named Smith.
Man 2 says: Well what was the name of his other leg?

No, I never found it in this over stuffed, paper cut waiting to happen, filing system in my brain, nope. I did what any red blooded desperate blogger would do, I looked it up on askjeeves.com! I knew it had something to do with a wooden leg, a man named Smith, and the movie Mary Poppins, I just couldn’t pull the punch line off my tongue and I so wanted to end the day with success ~grinz~.

Anywho’s here are a few more little gems to see us into evening.

"Instead of getting married again, I'm going to find a woman I don't like and just give her a house."-- Rod Stewart


"See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time."-- Robin Williams

LOL, okay, Robin Williams is too funny. Accurate, but funny

Have you heard this one?

Q. Why does it take 1 million sperm cells to fertilize one egg?

A. They won't stop to ask for directions.

And last but not least…the answer to an age old question of which came first:

The chicken and the egg are laying in bed.

The chicken is smoking a cigarette with a satisfied smile on its face while the egg is frowning and looking slightly annoyed.
The egg mutters "Well I guess that answers that riddle".

Michelle


The contest is still open, so keep posting. I’ll announce the winner here later tonight.

Part Two - The Jokes keep rolling along...

His name was Smith. The guy with the wooden leg. I’m trying to remember this joke and it’s like pulling teeth without Novocain.

I’ve got dust all over aisle thirteen-x in my brain, gawd, it’s been years since I’ve dusted up here. I’ll keep looking and hopefully, I can find the right file before the end of the day.

While I’m hip deep in manila folders here’s something to keep you busy.

Here are some more – outta the mouth of comedians

"Clinton lied. A man might forget where he parks or where he lives, but he never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is."- Barbara Bush (Former US First Lady, and you didn't think Barbara had a sense of humor)

"Ah, yes, divorce, from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man's genitals through his wallet."-- Robin Williams

OMG…this is soooooo funny.

"Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can be myself."-- Roseanne


"Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place."-- Billy Crystal

Lordy, isn’t this the truth?


Michelle

Oh, b-t-w, if you post a comment or have already posted a comment to any of my blog posts today, you’re already entered in my contest ~grinz~. I just like to tease ya’ll a little. Keep posting though, cause the more the merrier.

Did you hear the one . . .

about the guy with a wooden leg?

Neither have I, so I can’t tell you that one. Actually, I have most likely heard it, just can’t remember jokes very well. My brain is like the old warehouse where you line file cabinets from floor to ceiling in tight little rows and hope to heaven you can remember where you put something ten years later. I usually can’t ~smiles~.

So to bring you today’s blog I did want any good joke teller will do, I went on the internet and did a search for jokes. OMG, have you see how many sites come up when you type the word joke into a search engine. I had no idea there could be numbers with that many comma’s.

After digging my way through several sites, I found a couple of jokes that made me giggle. How about we start with the one about two women at a cocktail party?

The first woman asked the second, "Aren't you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?"

The other replied, "Yes I am, I married the wrong man."

Now don’t tell me that isn’t something most women have felt at one time or another in their married life. It’s usually on those days when the man who gave you that ring is being, well, stupid.

I realized something in my ‘joke’ search. Most of the jokes were pretty clean. Got me to wondering what I’d need to type into the search to find something more colorful. Pssst…try SEX. Yep, that did it for sure. This gem is one of the first I read

Two 90 year olds had been dating for a while, when the man told the woman, "Well, tonight's the night we have sex!"


And so they did. As they were lying in bed afterward, the man thought to himself, "My God, if I’d known she was a virgin, I would’ve been much more gentle!"

And the woman thought to herself, "My God, if I’d known the old geezer could actually get it up, I would’ve taken off my panty hose!"

Jokes are likely as old as mankind. I’m sure somewhere in a cave yet undiscovered there is a cave picture which will reveal the humorous nature of those wacky ancestors who climbed down from the trees and first walked on two legs.

Who doesn’t enjoy a good comedian? There are so many gems spouted by these people who most likely spent their entire elementary school careers sitting in the hall. Here are a few of my favorites:

" It isn't premarital sex if you have no intention of getting married." --George Burns

“Sex is like snow, you never know how many inches you're going to get or how long it will last.” --Unknown

“Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake whole relationships."-- Sharon Stone

I love jokes and I was actually able to find the right file drawer for two jokes that for some reason have stayed with me for years and when I want them they come.

How can you tell if a man is lazy?
He marries a pregnant woman!

Okay, so how funny is that?

And now:
One day a gent from the city decides it’s time to get back to nature. He quits his job and heads for the great farm lands, buys a chicken ranch and sets up shop.

Realizing he needs chicks he heads to the local feed and grain store. Standing at the counter he tells the clerk, “I’d like to buy 500 chicks.”

After loading the chicks in his truck, the gent heads back to the ranch.

The next week, the store clerk sells the newest rancher in town 500 more chicks.

The next week, when the man from the city arrives at the feed and grain to buy 500 more chicks the clerk slips into the back room and tells the boss, “You gotta come meet this guy. This is his third load of chicks in three weeks. He’s going to have the biggest chick ranch in the county.

The owner of the store walks out fronts and introduces himself to the gent. “I hear you’re doing a bang up job with your chicken ranch.” The owner smiles at his new biggest client.

“Actually, no,” replies the man from the city.

“Oh?” The store owner asks, “What’s wrong?”

“Well, I’m not sure.” Mr. City responds, “either I’m burying them too deep or watering them too much.”

Now, don’t ask me why I remember a joke as silly as this, but I do. So tell me, what’s the one joke you’ve heard that has stayed with you for years?

I’ll be here all day, so stop back often if you can. Make sure you post a hello to be entered in my contest. I’ll post details about it a little later this morning.

Michelle

Thursday, February 16, 2006

And the winner is...

Thanks for sharing all the great murder methods with me today. Awesome ideas!
Today's winner of one of my e-books is jennybrat.
Jenny email me at sharalanel @ comcast.net (w/o spaces)
and let me know which book and format you prefer.
If you need to see what books I have, check out:


Thanks! Shara

Methods of Murder Anyone?

Since I'm working on a romance mystery, I've been researching forensics and murder methods. And the funny thing is that when you mention this topic to people, they tend to remember it. It's like it lingers in their mind, so that later they come back to me with all sorts of new ideas.

So let's see if this works with you too. Post your ideas on how to murder someone in the comments section and I'll pick one winner to get their choice of one of my e-books.

My initial idea to kill off my victim was to inject rubbing alcohol, bleach, or mercury into their bloodstream. I thought that injecting these things would bring on death faster than merely injesting them and I wanted household items that anyone could have access to. Then a friend mentioned that they no longer sell mercury thermometers--is this true? And maybe injecting wouldn't be visible enough.

Then I consulted my poison book on the effect of combining bleach and ammonia. Apparently this will react like an acid and do gross things to the victim, which I decided didn't work with the tone of my story.

I want a nice happy body that doesn't smell or decompose. You know, like in the old mystery shows Columbo and Murder She Wrote. But it must be obvious to an amateur that the victim was indeed murdered.

There are many other ways to kill someone, of course. The wrench, the rope, the candlestick in the ballroom with Mrs. Plum. Hmm, think those have been done before, but I'm guessing Agatha Christie has covered every conceivable method of murder. Right now I'm reading "The Murder at the Vicarage," which is the first Miss Marple mystery, I believe. And I recently read "The Mysterious Affair at Styles," the first Hercule Poirot story. Sometimes I just get in the mood for a traditional cozy: off-stage violence and justice always prevails.

If you can't think of a good murder method, feel free to post your fave mystery book or author. I'm quite partial to Elizabeth George and Anne Perry, but I've fallen behind in those series. Sigh. Too much to read, too little time. Then there's the funny mystery, like Janet Evanovich. Anyone who can make me laugh out loud several times in the same book is fine by me.

By the way (off the subject of murder), the February issue of Shara's E Zone is out now and it includes the second installment of my serial "The Man from the Moon" as well as a cute romantic couples quiz. If you'd like to subscribe, here's the link: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sharasezone/join

Okay, start posting your ideas and I'll check in with you soon.

Shara
http://www.sharalanel.com/

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Snacktime with Heidi!

Hello everyone, I'm H. E. McVay, a new LSB author. I've been debating what to post in my SEx blog and in the end, I'm still undecided, so please bear with me. I'll talk a little about myself as well as give a general update on the world of "Heidi". It's a little world, so it won't take long. *lol*.

On the writing front, I'm on the final pages of the rough draft of the Sequel to Avatar's Awakening. AA will be released through LSB soon, and hopefully certain people will enjoy the sequel (Rebirth) enough to give that one a go as well.

On the personal front, I've spent the last 2 weeks here in lovely, but cold, Durham, North Carolina to visit my family here. My ears thanked me the moment I got off the plane. Sometimes I forget what good it does my heart to hear a Southern accent again. Life in Washington remains active, if a bit dull. So I make my own fun by writing. :)

I'd love to hear from ya'll, and making trouble is a specialty of mine. So here's a thought provoking question for you. Go ahead and have a great time. What is the thing you love most about yourself? It can be any features that's a part of you. What makes you, uniquely you?

My answer? So glad you asked. I love my fingers. I'm a writer, so I bet you can figure out why, smart people that you are!

So come on! Share what makes you tick.

I'll be flying today, but will check back on the blog to see your answers after I arrive home!

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Valentine's Day Winners

Hello everyone,

I hope everyone had a wonderful Valentine's Day. I know we enjoyed being able to share it with all of you.

And now the drumroll please....

The winners to our quiz:
barrie abalard -- Sting of the Concubine
paula g. -- What Alice Wants

Congratulations!

And now the answers to the quiz:

1) Scorpion bites are fatal -- False. Generally a scorpion bite shouldn't be fatal. There are chances of allergic reaction that can vary from person to person. There is one scorpion, the red scorpion, which actually can be fatal, mostly for children under 12 and pregnant women.

2) Scorpion bites can cause a feeling of euphoria -- True. Key word here is "can". As with most things we have an "allergic" reaction to, it can generate a sense of euphoria.

3) The first people to group the stars together to form the scorpion constellation is the Chaldeans, also known as the Babylonians. -- True.

4) Scorpions only live in holes and crevices in the ground. -- False. There are technically two types of scorpions, those that live in "dark places", like holes and crevices (which include in houses) and tree branches.

5) When scorpions court, it is not uncommon to see them perform various rituals such as clubbing, sexual sting, cheliceral massage and mate cannibalism. -- True. And this does sound like a great story in the future.

6) Scorpions make great pets. -- We'll leave this up to you.

Thanks everyone and we hope you enjoy the books!

Excerpt ~ What Alice Wants

At this point in the story, all Alice wants is to find the will Clarence hid, and she plans to spend the weekend searching the mansion where Chuck is a live-in caretaker:

"You're the focus of my plans this weekend, and if you'd cooperate for a change, we'd both accomplish our goals," Chuck said, stopping at the entrance to the first guest bedroom they came to and placing her suitcase on the bed. "We could start with getting you changed out of that three-piece chastity suit and into jeans or something."

"I'm comfortable like this," Alice said, although she was never entirely comfortable around Chuck. He kept her on edge, aware of his desire for her, and, no matter how hard she tried to deny it, aware of her own desire for him.

Chuck shook his head. "You're as stubborn as Clarence was."

Alice hovered in the doorway, maintaining her distance from both the man and the bed. "I prefer to think of it as developing a solid, logical, thoroughly thought-out plan and sticking to it."

"So did he." Chuck leaned against the footboard. "I got pretty good at maneuvering around his plans, though. Sort of like the scorpion handlers of India. They have contests where they lock themselves up in cages with thousands of scorpions, and see how long they can stay in there. They learn how to avoid getting stung while going about their daily activities."

"Don't they get stung?"

"Oh, sure," Chuck said. "Lots, especially in the first few hours. But the handlers are skilled and they move slowly and deliberately, until the scorpions eventually accept their human roommates. After that, a handler is fairly safe from stings, unless he forgets where he is and who he's with, and does something stupid like stepping on a tail."

"But why risk it?" Alice said. "Even if they're not fatal, those stings must hurt."

"Oh, they do hurt something fierce." Chuck glanced at the exposed skin of his forearms, as if remembering past wounds. "But it's worth the risk. In the end, the handlers know they've accomplished something that no one else can do. They manage to develop a strong bond with dangerous and wary creatures."

"Sounds like you know a lot about it."

"I've done some reading," Chuck said as he moved away from the bed. "And it definitely gave me some insights into Clarence's behavior. And yours."

"I am not a poisonous insect," Alice said. "And I most definitely don't need a handler."

"That's what Clarence thought, too."

Chuck leaned against the doorjamb, too close for comfort, and Alice was caught between the urge to move closer to him and the urge to pull away from his influence. She refused to admit his proximity was affecting her. She held her ground and said, "And still, he didn't fire you?"

"No." Chuck inched his way even closer to her. "See, the trick to handling scorpions, besides moving slowly and deliberately, is to make them forget they're being handled. Then, it's a piece of cake. And just as sweet, like this."

He closed the gap between them, leaning down to kiss her on the lips before she realized his intent, before she could move away, and then she was caught. His lips brushed hers, then closed on her lower lip with a soft bite, leaving behind no pain other than the self-recrimination that she'd let him get so close.

Excerpt ~ Sting of the Concubine

Happy V-day everyone! Welcome to my world, the world of Emperor Osorkon and Chione, daughter of King Akih.

excerpt from Sting of the Concubine

Chione glared at the man who had taken her virginity, the man who stole into her dreams and tormented her with thoughts of lust. The man who dared to be called an Emperor, who had left her father alone to die.

"Leave us. Clear the room." He still held onto her as he waved his other hand about.

The hurried clamor of the guards rung in her ears, but her gaze never left his face. She watched his smile turn into a scowl. His eyes darkened as he cursed under his breath. The doors behind them screeched a piercing echo through the chamber as it closed. The last thud of stone against stone reverberated through her body.

A foolish man indeed, leaving himself alone with her. She could strike at him for all he had done. He had a good head of height above her, but she had been trained by the deserts of her home. A water-soft noble would be no match for her. His only saving grace at this moment was that she needed him. She had to stay focused and win him to her side for her people.

He released her hand, her body becoming keenly aware of the lingering warmth dissipating from where once he held her. He turned to look upon her, the intensity of his stare burning through her. His glare set her body in conflict, numbed her muscles rendering her unable to move and yet excited her blood until the heat of a flush kissed her neck.

Silence settled between them, etching time eerily slow. He did not move, but his gaze trailed a line down her body. The corner of his lips curled as desire flared in his eyes. She forced her attention to remain on his face and away from the ripple of muscles that covered every inch of his body. Her heart beat erratically, and her nipples tightened, begging for his touch.

"What do you want from me?" Her words shook as they escaped her mouth.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Valentine's Day calls for a stingingly hot and romantic message, so we (Jan Darby and Ravynne Sun) have collaborated on our blog entry. Jan writes contemporary erotic romps, and Ravynne writes to please your dark fantasy desires.

What Alice Wants features a lawyer and a chauffeur, a missing will and a mansion filled with sensual temptations. Sting of the Concubine explores a mystical, Egyptian-like empire and the bond between a foreign princess and the emperor.

How could such different writers collaborate? Well, we have at least two things in common: scorpions and a heat that's sure to warm you up on this holiday. The powerful metaphor of the scorpion burns through both What Alice Wants and Sting of the Concubine.

So on this Valentine's Day, be your mood adventurous and lusty, or dark and sensual, pick up an e-book and sample the delights inside. It's not too late to be stung by your own love scorpion.

Meanwhile, we have a pop quiz for you, and if you post an answer, we'll enter your name in a drawing, from which one winner will receive Jan's book and another winner will receive Ravynne's book.

True or False?
1. Scorpion bites are fatal.
2. Scorpion bites can cause a feeling of euphoria.
3. The first people to group the stars together to form the scorpion constellation is the Chaldeans, also known as the Babylonians.
4. Scorpions only live in holes and crevices in the ground.
5. When scorpions court, it is not uncommon to see them perform various rituals such as clubbing, sexual sting, cheliceral massage and mate cannibalism.
6. Scorpions make great pets.

If you think you know the facts, or if you just want to guess, post your answers as a comment. And check back later in the day, when we'll each be back with stinging excerpts, followed at the end of the day with the correct answers to the quiz and an announcement of the winners.

Monday, February 13, 2006

What Place Do You Like To Visit?


Woo-Hoo! It’s my turn to blog again. Bet y’all couldn’t wait for that, huh? Lol.

What I want to talk about today is settings in stories. What I mean is..where the story takes place.

Do you like your stories to take place in familiar settings? Towns you’ve visited personally. Cities where you can say yes, I know exactly where that street is or where that bar might be.

Do you like exotic locations like the Amazon where jaguars stalk and you’re never sure what might be waiting around the bend in the trail. Sites where you feel closer to the ancients gods than anywhere else in the world.

Or do you like far off galaxies where creatures and things we’ve never even thought of live? Planets that take a life time to get to, but are so worth the trip to go and see.

Personally, I love stories that take place in the Amazon. Not sure why, but there’s mystery in the river and the jungle that grows along the water. No matter how much we already know about it, there is still so much more we can learn. It’s the perfect setting for any type of story whether it’s a shapeshifting jaguar playing in the river, a time-traveling archaeologist caught in the time of the Mayans or a spaceman landing to make contact.

But I know that other readers love Ireland, England or Australia. Maybe Egypt is the setting you like the most.

I’d love to hear what places you like to visit when you’re reading. Are you more likely to buy a book with a certain setting over another? Are there settings/countries/places you’d like to see more stories take place in?

I’ll be checking in throughout the day. Thanks for stopping by.

Tiffany

Passion Knows NO Barrier

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Uncommonly asked questions...

Perhaps some of you have gotten these in your e-mail...I get them frequently from my friends and family because they know I love them. I think they are a great way to get to know people.

What time is it?
12:02 am. I wanted to make sure I got my blog on....just in case the power went out, I oversleep, or other disaster.

What is your name?
Tina Holland is actually a pseudonym I've take for writing...we'll cover pseudonyms in another blog.

What is the most recent movie that you have seen in the theater?
Serenity

Have you ever seen a ghost?
Yes

Where were you born?
Frankfurt, Germany

Favorite food?
Chocolate

Ever been to Alaska?:
No, but it's on my list.

Ever been toilet paper rolling?:
Nope...I wonder if I missed anything...

Loved someone so much it made you cry?
Yes

What states and/or countries have you lived in?
In the United States - North Dakota (currently) Missouri, Kentucky and Germany

Favorite day of the week?
Thursday

Favorite Restaurant?
DooLittles - an aviation themed Restaraunt chain in the upper Midwest

Favorite Flower?
Lilacs

Favorite sport to watch?
Triple Crowne but I don't bet the ponies, I just like to watch them run

Favorite ice cream?
Peanut Butter and Chocolate

Favorite hobby?
Watching Stars.

How many times have you failed the drivers test?
Zero

Favorite place you've vacationed?
Las Vegas, Neveda. I've been there three times and I don't even gamble, I love the energy of that city.

What do you do most often when you are bored?
Clean, but only if Ican't sleep

What time do you usually go to bed?
10:00pm -12:00 midnight

Ever visited one of the 7 wonders of the world?
Nope

Worst high school / college moment?
Dress flying up and I didn'tput on any underwear cuz I was running late (my sister enjoys re-telling this story often)

Favorite TV shows/movies?
I love most Sci-Fi movies, Action Movies, Comedies and the ones from Comic Books like Blade, X-men, Etc. My favorite TV shows of the past are X-files, Kindred the Embraced, Dinotopia, Buffy, Angel, Firefly, Current Shows All the CSI's, Vegas, Amazing Race, LOST, Alias, Survivor, NUMB3RS, Desperate Housewives, Secrets of the Dead, Crossing Jordan, Globe Trekker, Nature, This Old House. I don't have cable or Satellite but when I'm in hotels I usually watch Discovery, Animal Planet or HGTV.

Favorite Season?
Fall

What are your favorite colors?
Green, Navy Blue and Black

How many tattoos do you have?
None - although I've always wanted one.

How many pets do you have?
2 Horses(Arabs), 2 Dogs, 1 cat, 9 birds (chickens, ducks, parakeets, cockatiel and conures)

What is your favorite holiday?
Thanksgiving...no presents but lots of family time

What are a few things you would love to learn how to do?
Play an instrument, a huge accomplishment

Where do you hope to be in life in 10 yrs?
Retired from my day job and living a pseudo bohemian lifestyle. Summer home in Alaska, Winter home not decided yet and spending the Holidays close to family.

I hope this helped you learn a little bit about me. Feel free to answer these questions yourself in the comments and ask any others you may have.

Thanks for letting me share,

Tina Holland
author of The Pilot and the Pinup available at Liquid Silver Books

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Old Wives Tales - A thru C




ACORN
An acorn should be carried to bring luck and ensure a long life.
An acorn at the window will keep lightning out

AMBER
Amber beads, worn as a necklace, can protect against illness or cure colds.

AMBULANCE
Seeing an ambulance is very unlucky unless you pinch your nose or hold your breath until you see a black or a brown dog.
Touch your toes
Touch your nose
Never go in one of those
Until you see a dog.

APPLE
Think of five or six names of boys or girls you might marry, As you twist the stem of an apple, recite the names until the stem comes off. You will marry the person whose name you were saying when the stem fell off.

An apple a day, Keeps the doctor away.
If you cut an apple in half and count how many seeds are inside, you will also know how many children you will have.

BABY
To predict the sex of a baby: Suspend a wedding band held by a piece of thread over the palm of the pregnant girl. If the ring swings in an oval or circular motion the baby will be a girl. If the ring swings in a straight line the baby will be a boy.

BASEBALL BAT
Spit on a new bat before using it for the first time to make it lucky

BED
It's bad luck to put a hat on a bed.
If you make a bedspread, or a quilt, be sure to finish it or marriage will never come to you
Placing a bed facing north and south brings misfortune.
You must get out of bed on the same side that you get in or you will have bad luck.
When making the bed, don't interrupt your work, or you will spend a restless night in it.

BEE
If a bee enters your home, it's a sign that you will soon have a visitor. If you kill the bee, you will have bad luck, or the visitor will be unpleasant.
A swarm of bees settling on a roof is an omen that the house will burn down.

BELL
The sound of bells drives away demons because they're afraid of the loud noise.
When a bell rings, a new angel has received his wings.

BIRD
A bird in the house is a sign of a death.
If a robin flies into a room through a window, death will shortly follow.

BIRTH
Monday's child is fair of face;
Tuesday's child is full of grace;
Wednesday's child is full of woe;
Thursday's child has far to go;
Friday's child is loving and giving;
Saturday's child works hard for a living.
But the child that is born on the Sabbath day
is fair and wise, good and gay.

BIRTHDAY CAKE
If you blow out all the candles on your birthday cake with the first puff you will get your wish.

BLARNEY STONE
The Blarney Stone is a stone set in the wall of the Blarney Castle tower in the Irish village of Blarney. Kissing the stone is supposed to bring the kisser the gift of persuasive eloquence (blarney.)

BLUE
To protect yourself from witches, wear a blue bead.
Touch blue
And your wish
Will come true.

BREAD
Before slicing a new loaf of bread, make the sign of the cross on it.
A loaf of bread should never be turned upside down after a slice has been cut from it.

BRIDE
Bridal & wedding superstitions

BRIDGE
If you say good-bye to a friend on a bridge, you will never see each other again.

BROOM
Do not lean a broom against a bed. The evil spirits in the broom will cast a spell on the bed.
If you sweep trash out the door after dark, it will bring a stranger to visit.
If someone is sweeping the floor and sweeps over your feet, you'll never get married.
Never take a broom along when you move. Throw it out and buy a new one.
To prevent an unwelcome guest from returning, sweep out the room they stayed in immediately after they leave.

BUTTERFLY
If the first butterfly you see in the year is white, you will have good luck all year.
Three butterflies together mean good luck.

CANDLE
If a candle lighted as part of a ceremony blows out, it is a sign that evil spirits are nearby.

CALF
If the first calf born during the winter is white, the winter will be a bad one.

CAT
If a black cat walks towards you, it brings good fortune, but if it walks away, it takes the good luck with it.
Keep cats away from babies because they "suck the breath" of the child.
A cat onboard a ship is considered to bring luck.

CHEEKS
If your cheeks suddenly feel on fire, someone is talking about you.

CHILL
If you get a chill up your back or goosebumps, it means that someone is walking over your grave.

CHIMNEY SWEEP
It's very lucky to meet a chimney sweep by chance. Make a wish when sighting one, and the wish will come true.

CIGARETTES
It is bad luck to light three cigarettes with the same match.

CIRCLE
Evil spirits can't harm you when you stand inside a circle.

CLOCK
If a clock which has not been working suddenly chimes, there will be a death in the family.

CLOVER
It's good luck to find a four-leaf clover.
Clover protects human beings and animals from the spell of magicians and the wiles of fairies, and brings good luck to those who keep it in the house.

COIN
It's bad luck to pick up a coin if it's tails side up. Good luck comes if it's heads up.

COMB
To drop a comb while you are combing your hair is a sign of a coming disappointment.

COUGH
To cure a cough: take a hair from the coughing person's head, put it between two slices of buttered bread, feed it to a dog, and say, "Eat well you hound, may you be sick and I be sound."

COW
Cows lifting their tails is a sure sign that rain is coming.

CRACK
Don't step on a crack on a sidewalk or walkway.
Step on a crack
Break your mother's back.

CRICKET
A cricket in the house brings good luck.

COUNTING CROWS
One's bad,
Two's luck,
Three's health,
Four's wealth,
Five's sickness,
Six is death.

Friday, February 10, 2006

WINNER!!





Congrats, Jennybrat!! email me at tristaannmichaels@yahoo.com and I'll send you the copy of It's Only Physical. Hope you enjoyed the pics...;)

Wickedly yours,
Trista
www.tristamichaels.com

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Traveling Sucks

Who could possibly hate to travel, you ask?

Me…:) I love going to see different places, I just hate the process of getting there. My family and I just returned from Baton Rouge. My husband has family there and we went to visit with his brother for a few days. The trip was nice, but it didn’t start out that way.

Gas for the 1 ½ hour drive to the Nashville airport…$20.00

Bill for my future doctor visit for the heart attack I almost had when airport security knocked my laptop off the conveyer belt…yes, they knocked it off the conveyer belt…$ unknown, that bill hasn’t come in yet for me, but laptop did come through fine, thank god.

Snacks, drinks and various other items to keep the kids occupied on the flight…$22.00. Don’t you just love airports.

Bottle of Excedrin Migraine for the headache I got from sitting between two children on the plane who continually reached over me to slap at one another for whatever reason…$6.00.

Lunch in Chicago, our layover, because the kids insisted they were starved…of course they were. They used up all that energy fighting and driving their poor mother insane…$30.00.

Oh, yes. Car seat for younger daughter because mother couldn’t possibly carry anything else and Enterprise didn’t have any…$80.00

A pilot husband who just finished his last flight of the day and met a travel weary mother at the gate and took over her demon children…priceless.

Ah yes. Traveling is so much fun.


Once we arrived at my brother-in-law’s we had a wonderful time. We took the kids to the zoo, then went shopping at the local mall. Okay, like our suitcases aren’t crammed with enough stuff, let’s add more. We toured a few plantation homes. Houmas House was my favorite. It was absolutely beautiful. And the tour guide was hilarious. It was definitely worth the stop.

Going home…well, that took some maneuvering. We fly non-rev, which means we take whatever flight looks to be the best option. This time, we were headed to St. Louis, then on to Nashville. Thank god, I hate Chicago…:( We had to wait until all the revenue passengers boarded to see if there would be enough seats, but we made it and got the last four. I glanced skyward and said a silent prayer of thanks…:)



It was a beautiful day in Baton Rouge, but snowing in St. Louis, wouldn’t you know it. Turbulence was bad, but my youngest daughter took it all in stride and entertained the plane by laughing and yelling, "Do it again." Yep, you can tell she’s my husband’s daughter.

We finally made it home to our house in the mountains. I threw the suitcases in the laundry room to be sorted through later and plopped my weary butt into a chair relieved that the whole ordeal was over. You need a vacation to get over your vacation.

In honor of our trip, I'm giving away a copy of It's Only Physical; part of which takes place at this very plantation, Oak Alley and the French Quarter of New Orleans. Just post on the blog, tell us about your favorite vacation and I'll pick the winner later tonight.


Happy and uneventful traveling...:)


Wickedly yours,
Trista
www.tristamichaels.com

Writing Partners

Hey, it's my turn to post. It's been awhile. How is everybody? I'm not even sure what to write about today. But it has been a busy month, since last we met. I've been keeping busy between work and writing. I accepted a job tutoring 4th and 5th graders after school. My 5th graders hate me because I make them do math. Isn't that awful of me? They are what? 11 years old? Starting Jr. High next year, and they don't know their multiplication. How many times does 8 go into 40? They don't know. They'll guess until I tell them they're right.

My 4th graders love me, even though I make them write lots of sentences. But I also give them chocolate, so that's something.

If this experience has taught me anything, it's that I'm never, ever going to have kids or be a full-time teacher. Ever. At least the cats don't talk back when they ignore me.

But I don't just wrangle kids. I've been promoting The Zebra Wore Fishnets (go to my blog to see the awesome reviews) and selling novels to Liquid Silver (and Samhain Publishing and Whiskey Creek Press Torrid), and writing a novel for Harlequin's new line, Everlasting (hopefully a novel they will want).

That's enough about me though. I've been thinking about writing partners, mainly because I've been working with one for the past week. We're just playing around. We actually met the night we started writing together. It's a very interesting experience. I never know what the other character is going to say or how she is going to react. I don't know about her motivations. I don't know where a particular scene is going. It's terrifying and liberating at the same time.

Now, I don't think I'm going to ever write a novel with a partner a paragraph at a time, as we're writing now, but it's a surprising experience. Especially writing erotic scenes--surprising and hot! Half the work and twice as much fun.

But I'm curious about other authors' experiences with partners. Have you tried it? Would you ever try it? How do you do it? What's your process?

Book of Questions #156


THE BOOK OF QUESTIONS (#156)

On an airplaine you are talking pleasantly to a stranger of average appearance. Unexpectedly, the person offers you $10,000 for one night of sex. Knowing that there is no danger and that payment is certain, would you accept the offer?

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

SEx ... Silver Expressions: SEx ... Silver Expressions

SEx ... Silver Expressions: SEx ... Silver Expressions

PamK you have won a download copy of 'The Naughty Dagger'.
Email me offlist at Feather @FeatherMarosek.com to receive your prize.

And just so you guys know what you're missing, here's an excerpt:

“I’m not gonna drop it, I’m not gonna drop it, I’m not gonna drop it,” became Katarina’s personal mantra as she simultaneously held six very full, plastic grocery bags and fished in her purse for the keys to her apartment.

“Hey, you want some help with that?” a voice asked her from behind, sending shivers down her spine and heat pooling in her groin. She recognized the voice instantly. It belonged to Mr. Alexander “call me Alex” Chase, the stud from two doors down. They had talked once or twice, but except for their first meeting, they’d never exchanged more than common courtesies. She’d been deliberately avoiding him since she’d moved in, originally because she got very nervous around strangers, then because of her growing attraction to him. Since the fiasco a few months ago with Jake, she had become very leery of men she was physically attracted to, as she invariably seemed to have bad taste in men. They just couldn’t be trusted, but they did make good pack mules.

“Um, yeah, sure, if you could just grab the bag with the spaghetti sauce in it, that would be a big help,” Rina said while trying to extricate her hand from the aforementioned bag. She wiggled her hands furiously to get them out of the bag straps, trying to keep the physical contact with Alex to a minimum. When she’d first met him and shook his hand, it had been like a jolt of electricity going up her arm, and she wanted desperately to avoid having that happen again. Instead of taking just the one, Alex took all the bags.

With her hands now free Rina finally managed to find her keys and unlocked the door. She absolutely loved her apartment and the way it was set up. She’d looked for months before finding it. Some people might not like the way everything was more or less open, but she liked being able to see from the kitchen into the living room or den. Only her bedroom and the bathroom had actual doors on them; the rest of the rooms didn’t even have so much as an arch or doorway separating them. They just flowed smoothly from one room into another.

“Where would you like me to put these?” asked Alex, following her into the kitchen.

“Hmm? Oh, just put the bags on the counter. I’ll get to them in a sec. Uh, would you like a cup of tea or something?” Rina tried to avoid looking at him while she rummaged in her pantry for the tea. She didn’t want to meet his eyes. Something about a man with black hair and ocean-blue eyes just made her want to melt.

Even if he didn’t want a cup of tea, she needed one. Her mom had always said a good cup of tea settled the nerves, and hers certainly needed settling.

“Sure, that’d be great.” Alex started taking her groceries out of the bags and putting them on the counter.

“Why don’t you have a seat in the living room while I put up the groceries and make the tea,” she said.

Why did I invite him to stay for a cup of tea? she asked herself. Granted, it was the polite thing to do, but still, she’d been avoiding him for months and now she was inviting him to stick around in her living room and have a cup of tea. She decided her self-inflicted isolation had to be messing with her head; there was no other explanation. Maybe she should invite her best friend Leona over again.

“Wow, that’s a really nice setup. Do you know you’ve got one of the best computer systems on the market?” He sounded impressed. Trust a man to be more impressed with a toy than with the six bookshelves surrounding her computer desk.

“Yes. Actually, a friend of mine told me what to get, although it’s mostly wasted on me,” she said. “I use it mainly as a word processor and for playing video games. You can have a look at it if you like.” As the teakettle started whistling, she walked over to the cabinet to grab two mugs, still trying not to look at him.

“Really? You don’t mind?” He sounded just like kid in a candy store who had just been told to pick ten of whatever he wanted. Rina didn’t really mind, though. Whenever Leona, who had told her what to get, came over for a visit, she would play on the computer for hours. Her manuscripts, working titles and her business related files were all password protected anyway.

“Really, go ahead,” she said. “Do you take milk and sugar?”

“Huh? Oh, for the tea? No milk, but a scoop of sugar, please. You play Shadow Dagger?”

“Yeah, it’s my favorite game. I love it. I spend more time on that than actually working.” She looked at her computer screen as she handed him his tea, still keeping her eyes on anything but him.

“Me, too. You heard about the new beta, Naughty Dagger? It just came out a few days ago.”

“Yeah, I’m one of the testers, just downloaded it yesterday. I don’t really see that much of a difference yet, but I only played it for about half an hour earlier today, before I had to go out and get stuff,” she said.

“Really? Cool, me, too. How weird is that? Hey, maybe we could play together sometime,” he suggested, as he finished his tea.

“That’s an idea. If you see me on, I’m Morgan68. Just IM me, and we can join up,” she said.

“Anyway, not to be rude or anything, but I’ve got a lot of work to do tonight...”

“Oh, yeah, sure. So, I guess I’ll see you in the Dagger,”

Rina let out a sigh of relief as he carefully put his teacup on the coffee table, got up and left. She hadn’t realized he was a computer nerd, not that that was a bad thing, just a bit strange. Most men she’d met in the past that looked as good as he did only knew enough about computers to send email and surf the web, unless their jobs actually required them to use computers. At least that’s how her ex-boyfriend, Jake, had been. Then again, Jake was an ass anyway. You wouldn’t expect Alex Chase, the stud muffin with the wavy, shoulder length, black hair, rugged good looks and athletic build to be a computer nerd; no one with that kind of muscle tone could possibly be stuck behind a desk all day. Well, not unless he worked out, and the apartment complex did have an impressive fitness center.

SEx ... Silver Expressions

SEx ... Silver Expressions

Ok, so it's a bit early in the day, but hey, it's when I've got more than five minutes to myself...

Well, after racking my brain for a couple of days in an attempt to come up with a topic for this blog and another hour spent in front of a blank screen trying to figure out how to even start this, I think I finally figured it out.

I’m gonna start out by giving ya’ll a little background on me so you’ll know where I’m coming from.

I’ve been a voracious reader for as long as I can remember, sneaking my mom’s books from the time I was eight. To start with her collection of Andre Norton and eventually her romance novels as well. I don’t think she realized I was reading her “racier” or “smut” books until I asked her what one of the more flowery euphemisms for a vagina meant.
To this day I still dislike reading a book where they use expressions like “He slowly thrust his sword into her sheath” or something similar. Worse yet is when they do the “fade out”. You’re all like, Yeah, they’re finally gonna get it on, then before anything really happens the chapter or paragraph breaks and it goes straight to the waking up in each others arms bit.

Although I’ve been writing for a long time, everything from poetry to romance to children’s stories (I did actually manage to get two of those published) to erotic/sensual romance, I didn’t consider myself a writer until I actually finished my first full length story.

Becoming a writer has definitely been an experience to remember for me. I never realized just how much work was involved after selling the manuscript. I did a crapload of promo work all over the place including joining a couple of Yahoo loops, which is where I got the idea for today’s blog.

A fellow member of one of the loops I belong to recently posted about something that happened with her seventeen year old son.
She’d bought a copy of a friends book (I’ve read it and it’s definitely erotic) and had been reading it in her car while she waited to pick her other kids up from school.

She put it in her glove box for safekeeping. Her son borrowed her car for something and found the book. He walked into their house a few hours later, book in hand, and said something to the effect of: “Mom, she totally did the delivery guy!”

My friend freaked a bit (those of you that are parents will understand this), seeing, instead of a seventeen year old, a two year old toddler walking around in a cute outfit.

Personally I when my son is older (say 15/16) I plan on giving him a couple of erotic stories to read (nothing I wrote because that would just be weird on so many different levels).
Well, maybe I shouldn’t say we’re going to give him the books to read, more along the lines of we’ll let him “accidentally” discover them on the comp or maybe have them accidentally downloaded to whatever form of media (i.e. laptop, Alphasmart, Palm Pilot, or whatever the equivalent is at that time) he’s using.

I’m hoping that by reading stuff like that instead of porn mags he might pick up some ideas and pointers on how to treat a woman the right way, in and out of the bedroom.
Of course this brings up another, smaller, issue. Should I include one or two books with bondage or multiple partners? Although my DH and I have already decided that he’s gonna be the one doing most of the sex talk with Drake (my currently four year old son) and I’ll be doing most of the talking with Sorcha (my currently two and a half week old daughter) should we talk about what he read afterwards?

The real question for you guys is this: Would you want your teenager reading the same type of book you read? This isn’t so much a question for you as a parent but for you as a member of today’s society. With the current lack of good sex ed in many schools do we want the next generation of men to grow up not having the faintest idea of how to actually please a woman?
I will admit that most of what I know and practice in the bedroom today was learned from books. Much like the heroine of my book “The Naughty Dagger”, my personal experiences with sex in my younger days was disappointing to say the least, with my partner generally more interested in his own gratification than in making it good for me.
Of course there were exceptions (and no offense to anyone) to that, mainly men that had been raised by a single mother or a mother that was actively involved in their lives. Those that had been left to their own devises generally didn’t have a clue. So is this what we want to wish on the women of tomorrow?

Here’s what you get out of all this

Post your thoughts and comments and you’re automatically entered to win a copy of “The Naughty Dagger”

Have fun ya’ll, I'll be popping in throughout the day to chat but right now I've gotta go back upstairs and feed a screaming infant. I swear some days I feel like a walking vending machine

Feather Marosek

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Excerpt ~ Mr. Grey and the Hotel Ghosts

Claudia leaned on the table and read aloud from the newspaper in front of her.

"'Joseph Cloverdale, Captain, 104th New York Regiment, late of Wilmington, North Carolina. Died on the 8th February in the course of saving lives during a terrible fire at the Chestnut Mansion Hotel. Buried at Our Lady of Grace Cemetery, New York City, 12th February, 1863. Given a public funeral with full military honors in tribute to his heroism.’"

They were in the public library, checking the newspaper archives. The warm, dry, unemotional atmosphere of the library seemed a million miles removed from the upheaval generated by their experiences of the night. By some instinctive, tacit agreement, neither Martin nor Claudia yet acknowledged what had happened. Neither felt ready to confront it.

"Any mention of his wife?" Martin asked.

"She survived the fire unscathed. At the funeral they gave her the flag which draped his coffin. There's a daguerreotype picture of the scene."

"It would have been a comfort, I suppose, knowing her husband died saving others instead of taking lives in battle."

Claudia nodded somberly. "Yeah, I guess. Here, it goes on to mention the fire itself. 'Suspected to be arson, due to the sudden onset and the speed with which it spread.’ And here: 'Following an incident at the ball given in honor of the 104th Regiment, James Cloverdale, estranged brother of the deceased, was arrested. He later escaped from temporary military custody with the aid of fellow Southern sympathizers.’"

"Interesting," Martin commented.

"Isn't it, though? And here: 'Senator Murdoch of Ohio, a sponsor of the deceased Captain, sees the mark of Cain on James Cloverdale in the foul deed which took the life of a gallant officer. He berates the bloody band of Southern agitators present in the shadows of the city and calls upon the mayor and governor to sweep them from the city.’" She grimaced. "Trust a politician to capitalize on a disaster. They never change."

"I thought he was an oily sort at the time," Martin remarked, then flushed and cleared his throat.

"Yeah, so did I." Claudia didn't quite meet his eye. "Oh, damn it, Martin!" She sighed and closed the folder then turned to face him squarely. "We can't dance around this until the end of time. Those people in the past; Joseph and Claire Cloverdale. Were we them or not?"

"I think we were just along for the ride." Martin shrugged. "I wasn't aware of Joseph knowing I was there in his head. Did you sense anything from Claire?"

"Not a peep. But I could see everything; feel everything; sense her emotions. She sure loved her husband," she added quietly.

"And he loved her."

Claudia's lips twitched. "He was good in bed, too!"

"Er...yes. And so was she."

They looked at each other.

The librarian emerged from her office to throw them out just before they totally collapsed from laughing.

A Southern Kind of Comfort ~ Lisa Marie


Opposites attract, that’s the way of nature. But when rocker Rain Meadow and country crooner Travis Culpeper meet, its more than attraction. It’s electric. That very night, they embark on the beginning of an affair so hot, it might just burn out before they can find their happy ending.

Mr. Grey and the Hotel Ghosts ~ AJ Matthews


When she has to sell a haunted hotel in New York City, Claudia Mackenzie hires the best advisor around – British ghost hunter Martin Grey. Expecting a super-nerd, what she gets is a tall, handsome guy with a sexy accent who plucks all the right heartstrings!

Together they tackle the mystery of the Chestnut Mansion Hotel, a mystery that leads them back in time to witness a bitter family feud, murder, and the theft of an heirloom. As events unfold it soon seems it's not only ghosts they have to worry about! A real-life enemy is on their trail. Can their growing closeness give them the strength to face the danger?

Morning After ~ Lisa Marie & AJ Matthews


Morning After...

A Southern Kind of Comfort ~ Lisa Marie

&

Mr. Grey and the Hotel Ghosts ~ AJ Matthews



PS: Blogger is being poo today and I can't upload pics right now,
stay tuned though for more exciting information about our newest releases!

Monday, February 06, 2006

Oh, man, y'all are bringing up some good ones

Okay, so I'm not *only* country -- I'm having flashbacks to the 80s - I can remember when Kenny Loggins and Chicago were the give all and end of love songs. When Berlin and Blondie were hot and Madonna was the singer that made Momma get all worried about her girls growing up too fast. There's something about those songs that sends me back to making out in the back seat off an old chevy, the moon looking bright as all get out.

Then there were the hair bands and their power ballads. Angry and squeezed into spandex and leather, enough hairspray to single-handedly deplete the ozone layer - I tell you what, between them, the pop singers' stubble and the punk boys' attitude? I was *so* lost. Still, I can look at Jon Bon Jovi now and tell everyone I had great taste, even back then.

Of course, I'm older now. I'm pretty sure I couldn't keep up with "She Bop" for hours on end... ;-)

So, the question is -- it's a hot night, you've got a hot man in tight jeans giving you the eye and you've got one song to tell him what you need and convince him to give it to you. What song do you pick?

*wanders off whistling*

Woo- y'all have great taste

and I'm loving the different songs and artists, so keep it coming

here's some more of my favorites!

Songs for new love"We Danced" by Brad Paisley - This song makes me all misty, no matter how many times I dance to it.

"There Ya Go" by Alan Jackson - I don't know about y'all, but I could live1000 years happy hearing Alan
Jackson sing this song.

"I Wanna Be Your Everything" by Keith Urban - Who doesn't want to be someone's everything?I mean, uhn.

***

Wedding Songs"Remember When" by Alan Jackson - *sniffles* That's all, just *sniffles*

It's Your Love by Tim McGraw and Faith Hill-has any country music couple fallen in love so beautifully?

When I Said I Do by Clint Black and Lisa Hartman Black - I love watching these two perform this live.You just know they mean it.

Don't forget to tell me what you love, music wise. There's a sparkly pink prize in it!

Music to fall in love to














Hey y'all

I'm tickled pink to be blogging today. I sat for a bit and
thought on what to blog about and you know, I have to admit,
my first thought was the
one I ended up with.

Music.

I have to admit, I have a love affair with country music,
country musicians, country men with those tight jeans and
hats and bedroom eyes and pretty
chests and...

*ahem*

*shakes head from visions of Tim and Kenny
and Keith and Chris and...*

Uh. Where was I?

Right.

Music to have a love affair to.

I admit, my picks'll be country in flavor,
but I'm dying to hear what music y'all listen to
when you want to seduce, be seduced, fall in love. Hump
like wild beasts. Even heal after a breakup.
I love to find new songs to learn to fall in love with.
For instance, this weekend, I heard the new Garth
Brooks and Trisha Yearwood song, Love Will Always Win,
and just melted as all the cowboys in my head started
dancing away.

So, share your music picks with me and I'll do the
same. By the end of the day? One lucky blogger will
get a sparkly pink makeup bag, a compact, a lip
gloss and a cell phone cover a la my diva, Chastity,
in All that Glitters

Here, I'll start - Early Relationship Songs:

"Look at You Girl" by Chris LeDoux -
Oh, pure cowboy. Honest, sweet, pure.
"The Chair" by George Strait -
Man, King George can sit with me *anyday*.
"Look Heart, No Hands" by Randy Travis -
this is the cute boy-next-door
song, isn't it?

More later! BA ~

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Football Widows

Hey gang, my apologies for being late--my freakin’ cable connection has been down since early last evening, but now is up and running! Figures, since I had this bad boy written out on Friday! LOL. Okay, onto the blog!

Ah, Superbowl Sunday! I know lots of wives and significant others aren’t into football (me being one of them), but the Superbowl is different. I mean, c’mon, it’s a bunch of incredibly FIT young men running around in Spandex and cups and hitting each other with a vengeance! LOL.

It’s also the last day my hubby is in football-crazed mode, which means that I actually get something besides a grunt in response to a question!

I used to spend my Saturdays and Sundays shopping as a defense, but now we actually get “quality” time, which takes a bit of getting used to after five months of us doing separate stuff. I wouldn’t exactly call myself a football widow, but after fifteen years of marriage, I’ve definitely picked up more than my fair share of football lore and stats.

So, for those of you who are similarly “widowed”, what do you do now that you’ve got your mate’s undivided attention? Besides the obvious catch-up sex, that is—VBG!

Blog with me today and I’ll pick a winner—you’ll get your choice of LSB titles!

Cheers!

Keira

The Book of Questions (#104)

Would you be willing to give up sex for five years if you could have wonderfully sensual and erotic dreams any night you wished?

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Thank you for blogging today

Because this site was out of order for such a long period today, I'll check it over the next few days to respond to comments.

I hope you enjoyed the pictures as much as I did. Research is such fun when you write erotic romance. *wink* When I wrote For Women Only, my hero had been a pleasure slave. Khyff "The Machine" Antonello gained his nickname because of his legendary stamina and the fact that he could bring women to repeated orgasm without having one himself. Researching sexual positions and techniques took quite a bit of... hmm, shall we say... personal experimentation. >VBG<

I hope you'll come by and visit my blog, group, and website. I've posted the links for you.
www.kayelleallen.com
www.kayelleallenblog.blogspot.com
www.groups.yahoo.com/group/romancelivesforever

Thanks for spending time with me today!

Kayelle Allen

Last lick of frosting

I titled this post for one of my favorite things. The last lick of frosting in the bowl when you make a cake. It always tastes the very best. Whether it was my pc or blogger, I couldn't get online for the last few hours to post my closing thoughts, so here they are, complete with photos of another of my favorite things. One of Sherrilyn Kenyon's Dark Hunter characters refers to him as "the most beautiful man in the world." I happen to agree.

Here's a look at Travis Fimmel over only a handful of years - from three modeling assignments. He goes from rugged country boy to pure sensual male animal. From handsome to beautiful. Much of the way we perceive him is through his presentation of himself.


Country boy, country sweet



City slicker, still a bit of the country



Sensual male, lost in bliss

That last pic is my cell phone wallpaper. Everytime my phone rings, I smile. As men change over the years, so does our perception of them. And as someone wise said, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder."

Male beauty - let's enjoy it the same way we do frosting. One luscious lick at a time.

Male Beauty and the Body

How many romance heros have you read about who don't have ripped abs and hard butts? And let's not forget the nine inch whacker. Minimum. LOL

I would be remiss if I didn't post some eye candy that has no reason to be here other than I like it or it makes me hot. So, here you go. A few of my favorite fantasies...


This is why God gave women eyes.



"Marcus, honey, whip something up for me in the kitchen."


If I was in a sandwich, I think I'd prefer be the meat, but this one looks pretty good.



I found this with the title "Brothers Asleep." Hmm... What do you think?

Which body is more masculine?
Which pose do you find more appealing?

There's a reason I'm asking all these questions. It's called research... and as you can see I'm very good at that! >VBG< This will be used in an upcoming book, so please do comment.

Oh, one more question here - Do you want to see more or are you satisfied now?


We like Warrick Brown. :)

Male Beauty and Age

Some men are like fine wine, getting better with age. Granted, I've seen a few that turned into vinegar, too. Have a peek at Keifer Sutherland's progression so far. I uploaded three pics of him.


Keifer as one of The Lost Boys



Keifer about 1995
(this pic from www.keifer-rocks.com)


Keifer today
(this pic from www.keifer-rocks.com)



Does he have a handsome face or a pretty one?
Is he better looking now or earlier?
Do you think men age better than women?
How old is "too old" for a hero?


This yummy model was my inspiration for Leif in "Love's Second Sight." -- Darragha


This is a pretty, pretty boy. :) Darragha

More Beautiful Guys

More of my laborious research here. Whoever said, "A thing of beauty is a joy forever," must have been thinking about Marcus Schenkenberg. *sigh* Had to include another picture of him here just plain because.

The comments on my previous post show me that what we view as beautiful vs handsome is quite different. Here are a few new faces [and, uh, other parts] to enjoy.


Hard Drinker - Todd Mane




Shower Time - Unknown model


Marcus Schenkenberg (compare to previous post)


Breakfast in Bed anyone? - Unknown model


Two questions.
To you, what is the most attractive feature of each of these guys?
Which of these would you let your sister date?

Male Beauty

Kayelle Allen here - I have some yummy hunks to share with you today, so be sure to check back several times.

When I decided to talk about male beauty the first thing I did was intensive research. You lucky people out there get to see the cream of the crop - the results of hundreds of pictures I pored over trying to find the epitome of gorgeous-hunkness. *sigh* It's a thankless job, but someone had to do it!

I soon realized that trying to define male beauty is like defining porn. I know it when I see it but I can't tell you what it is. Take a look at these guys and tell me which one you think is beautiful as opposed to handsome.

Marcus Schenkenberg (the inspiration for Senth)


Forbes Marche


Abercrombie & Fitch Ad


"Stretch"


The inspiration for Khyff


Serious eye candy Posted by Picasa

Okay - I'm waiting for your input. Once you sing out about these, I have some more guys waiting for a different opinion.

Friday, February 03, 2006

Today's Winner...

...is Mahaira! We had few eligible posters today amidst our lively discussion from which to draw. Mahaira, you won the drawing, which means I need your bonus question for the author of your choice. I will get your answer to you ASAP. Please contact me at author@vanessahart.com and put in the subject line: Blog Winner. Congratulations!

Thanks to everyone for your contribution to today's blog.

Nessie

Want the real scoop?

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO KNOW?

I'm posting early because we're having severe thunderstorms. So if my presence today seems spotty, blame it on the weather and my satellite internet service.

When you’re reading an author bio, interview or attending an author’s chat, what interests you most? What about the author are you hoping to learn? Something about the author’s personal life? His/her writing process? The behind-the-scenes story of their latest books?

I’d have to answer “all of the above.” I find author bios fascinating. For instance, Dean Koontz, who is probably my hubby’s favorite author, has written under many pseudonyms, including Leigh Nichols. Leigh Nichols? “She” wrote amazing category romances! Imagine my delight when I learned Leigh = Dean.

Another example: Joseph Wambaugh. He’s written a lot of police novels and screen plays, including The Onion Field and Glitterdome. I “discovered” him in the ‘70s and learned that, like me, he had a degree in English. He also graduated from law school, then joined the LAPD. So he writes from training and experience. I’m sure many of his characters are based on real people, or perhaps he uses composites of himself. That stuff interests me.

I guess we all know that John Grisham is an attorney. But did you know that he mortgaged his house to buy all the first run copies of The Firm to push it to best-seller-dom? He considered it an investment in his career. I’d say it paid off handsomely.

So share with me today on this topic. What interesting surprises have you uncovered about your favorite writers? What interesting facts would you like to know about your favorite LSB authors?

Post your questions here. The winner gets answers to her questions from the LSB author of her/his choice. I’ll commit to get you the answers you seek as long as the questions are reasonable (i.e. Do NOT ask an author’s weight or bank account balance!*g*).

Come on! Join in the fun. Authors are readers, too, so jump right in to the discussion.

Vanessa Hart

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Jennifer, you won!

Jennifer, please send me a note at dsknight@deesknight.com and claim your prize--a download of the brand new I'm No Saint, Valentine by Rhiannon Neeley and me.

Thanks so much everyone for blogging with me today. It was a real pleasure!

Dee

3 Things that...

About a week ago, I was "tagged" to participate in an impromptu survey for my friend Vanessa Hart's blog. The survey wanted me to provide a series of questions with lists.

To tell the truth, I wasn't all that excited to do this, but since it came from a friend I decided to give it a shot. As it turned out, trying to think of the top answers to the questions was kind of fun. So maybe you'd like to try, too, except I'll just ask you to select your top three items. To start you off, here're the questions and my answers:

7 Things to do before I die
Eat at Jasper’s, Stroud’s and Jess and Jim’s as many times as possible
Travel with Jack (including back to the Icefield Parkway, and to Scotland and Italy)
Write a book that will touch someone enough they’d list it as 1 of 7 books they love
Do something truly worthwhile that makes a positive difference in someone’s life
Make sure those I love know it
See another Christmas show at Radio City Music Hall
Spend more time with friends and family I don’t see nearly enough

7 Movies I can watch multiple times
Dr. Zhivago
Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark or The Last Crusade
Paint Your Wagon
The Princess Bride
Airplane
Charade
The Ghost and Mrs. Muir

7 Things I can’t do
Most things physical
Grow anything
Manage to blend or arrange colors
Figure out networks
Learn foreign languages easily
Stand on my toes
Imagine life without my best friend

7 Things that attract me to men
Humor
Integrity
Intelligence
Kindness
Good manners
Conversationalist with vocabulary beyond the F word
Even temperament

7 Books or series I love
Lonesome Dove
Colleen McCullough’s Rome series
Outlander
The Winds of War
Lord of the Rings & Hobbit
Up Country
The Hunt for Red October or Red Storm Rising

7 Things I say most often
God! (Sorry, Lord! I know I’m going to Hell for that one.)
Shoot!
For Pete’s sake
Day-am (Damn in Southern speak)
Oh my gosh
Yeah, right
Hey

Now, will you share with me? Just give the top 3 items.
3 Things I want to do before I die
3 Movies I can watch multiple times
3 Things I can't do
3 Things that attract me to a man
3 Books or series I love
3 Things I say the most

At the end of the day, I'll select a winner for a prize I won't name--but I think you'll like it. Trust me, lol! Or need I name 3 Reasons why you should?

Dee

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

What do you really want?

Hi, I'm Jan Darby, and I write stories about what contemporary women want.

No, not the movie, or even Mel Gibson, both of which are very nice, and are wanted by many women.

Instead, I'm talking about what women really want. Not what society tells us we want or what Freud says we want or even what we might think we should want.

I'm talking – and writing – about what we really want, in the deepest, darkest, most private chamber of our hearts.

The answer isn't simple, and it's not the same for every woman, which is probably a good thing for me, or I'd have a one-book career!

Instead, what women want has an answer that's as wildly varied and infinite in its potential as women are themselves. As a storyteller, I get to explore all of these possibilities through the experiences of my characters.

In my first release, What Alice Wants (coming soon), the title character has been denying her wants for so long that she doesn't even know what they are until Chuck gives her a few ideas. By the end, though, Alice knows exactly what she wants, and she isn't going to settle for anything less.

I'm grateful to Liquid Silver Books for this opportunity to share my stories about women who get what they really, really, really want, and I hope that these fictional women reflect, in some small way, what women everywhere really, really, really want.

Meanwhile, how about sharing what you really want? Tell me your stories, and I'll tell you some more of mine.

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