Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Whet Your Appetite Wednesday

Pretend With Me is Book 1 in the Freedom Fantasies Series

After threatening divorce, Paige gives up her fantasy of hot sex with two men, especially when Tommy, the other man she wants to have sex with, is the reason for her divorce threats. When Paige confesses she’s considering leaving Jed to her best friend and owner of Freedom Fantasies sex club, life takes an unexpected turn. Paige finds herself pretending she’s having a hot, sordid affair.
Paige appreciates all the pleasures she’s unable to find at home. Being spanked in the corner, tied to the bed or getting it on in the shower, Paige experiences more orgasms than she thought possible. To heighten the excitement, her pretend lover brings in a friend…

She puttered into the kitchen. She grabbed two glasses from the cupboard and filled them with ice water from the filter. She was ready to head back into the bedroom when she ran smack into Jed.
He was still naked and wore a look of mischief.
“Bend over the table.”
“I said bend over the table.”
She put the glasses on the counter and bent over the table as he instructed.
“You’ve been a bad girl.”
“I have?” She thought she’d been pretty damn good in there.
“You’ve been coming without me.”
So this was about her using the vibrator again.
“You weren’t interested in fucking me.”
“Are you being indignant?” He ran his finger down her spine, until he reached the crack of her ass.
“No, I’m just being honest.”
“I think you need to see what happens to bad girls.”
She didn’t think her body could take any more, but it fooled her. She felt her juices pooling at her lips.
“Maybe I do.”
“It’s about time you realized the error of your ways.”
“I’d do it again if my husband was neglecting me.”
She heard a drawer open and him rifling through it. What was he looking for? Something to spank her with? It had to be the reason he had her bent over the kitchen table.
“I’m going to teach you a lesson about using the vibrator without me.”
Her face and body were pressed against the cold table. He held one hand on her back.
A smack crossed her ass.
“Ouch!” It was a wooden spoon. She’d been spanked by it before. She’d know it anywhere.
“Count for me, Paige.”
She didn’t want to count. She wanted to fight him, refuse her punishment.
He slapped her cheeks again.
“Didn’t you hear me?”
“Then why aren’t you counting?”
“Two,” she spat.
“Don’t go getting all incensed, Paige. I can spank you and put you to bed all wet without another orgasm. I don’t think you’d like that.”
No, she wouldn’t like him heating her cheeks and leaving her hanging. He always gave her relief after spanking her.
The spoon met with her ass again.
“That’s my girl.”
He continued slapping her ass until he reached twenty. Her skin burned. She needed relief.
“Oh my wife loves to have her butt spanked,” he said, gliding his finger against her wet pussy lips.
“I need you, Jed.”
“And I need you,” he said, brushing his hard penis against her hot ass. “The redness of your cheeks makes me so fucking hard.”
“Fuck me,” she pleaded.
“Oh I intend to, but not just yet.”

Monday, November 26, 2012

Welcome Kay Berrisford

Please welcome Kay, who has generously offered to give one lucky commentor an ebook!

How did you start your writing career?
I wanted to be an author as soon as I could write.  I wrote little story books as a child, but that fizzled out at school and university when I threw myself into my love of history and I trained to be a professional historian.  But it was no good – in the end, I just preferred making things up. Even when studying, I poured out fanfic at a rate of knots. Then, two years ago, I wrote Bound for the Forest to please myself rather than anything else but that story came together well for me, and everything spilled happily from there.

Tell us about your favorite character from your books.
Oh, it’s so hard to choose a favorite.  I love Simon in my recent release, Simon, Sex, and the Solstice Stone.  He’s a shy, geeky history student, so I guess he has more in common with me than any other character I’ve written background-wise, though in some ways he’s very different.  At the start of the story, though he knows he’s gay, he’s not sure he’d even ‘in’ to sex!

If I had to pick a favorite pair of lovers, I’d plump for Tam and Herne the Hunter from Bound to the Beast.  Tam is feisty and clever, and as for Herne – what’s not to love about a brooding fifteen-hundred-year-old immortal spirit who shifts to sport the antlers of a stag when his passions are stirred?

Where do you dream of traveling to and why?
I’m really lucky in that I get to travel around the world with my husband, who’s involved in international medical research projects. This year, I’ve been to Mallorca, Montreal, Florence, Dubrovnik, and Berlin – and each place has stunned me in a different way. However, though I flew over Maine on the way to Canada, I’ve never been to the USA. Next year, Washington and Seattle might well be on the agenda and I can’t wait.  I guess that proving to myself that America isn’t just the magical place they made up for the movies and TV is my dream ;)

Does travel play in the writing of your books?
Though I travel all over the world, my books so far have all been inspired by local landscapes. The Greenwood series (Bound for the Forest and Bound to the Beast) is set in a fantasy version of the New Forest, which is about fifteen minutes drive to the west of where I live. An ancient royal hunting ground, the New Forest is rich with stories of fair folk, ghosts, and bloody legends about murdered kings and princes, on whom the poor folk of the forest—or the forest itself?—have sought revenge for strict hunting laws.  Catching Kit, my first contemporary paranormal, was set in the center of London, and in the suburbs where I grew up. For my latest release, Simon, Sex, and the Solstice Stone, I was inspired by the ancient stone circles of Wiltshire, Stonehenge and Avebury, which are about an hour’s drive from where I live now. Simon, the hero of the story, lives in the old medieval city of Southampton itself, in walking distance from my apartment.

Tell us about your current release.
Simon, Sex, and the Solstice Stone, is about a lonely, geeky history student who meets the man of his dreams in the middle of a stone circle that he’s studying.  One problem – the amazing guy, Aubrey, claims to be a time traveler from 1647, and despite their mutual attraction, Aubrey’s desperate to get home before Christmas.  What’s more, his method of shifting through time involves outdoor sexual rituals at the stone circle, and shy Simon’s not entirely sure he’s up for it—particularly as he’s trying to resist falling in love with this man who seems desperate just to shag and leave him. So there’s all sorts of trouble ahead for my guys, particularly when Simon realizes Aubrey’s getting home might just be a matter of life and death.

Tell us about your next release.
I’m working on the third novel in my m/m paranormal Greenwood series—the ones based on the myths and legends of the New Forest. The first book in the series, Bound for the Forest, is set in the nineteenth century in the spring; the second, Bound to the Beast, is set in the sixteenth century in the summer.  Number three, provisionally titled Lord of the Forest, is set in the twelfth century in the autumn—so I’m going back in time, but forward through the seasons.
The books can also be read in any order, though certain themes that unite them. Now I think of it, one of those is al fresco lovemaking, so maybe that is a common theme of all of my books as there’s a fair bit in Simon, Sex, and the Solstice Stone!  Anyway, I’m having great fun writing the medieval period, and while Bound to the Beast was the tale of the brooding, mythical alpha male, Herne the Hunter, Lord of the Forest features another famous Greenwood legend, Robin Hood.

When in the day/night do you write? How long per day?
I always write during the day, and my first rule in having a productive one is turning off the internet. With no distractions, I can get five or so hours of solid writing done on a good day. That can be anything between two and four thousand words, depending on how things are flowing.

What is the hardest part of writing your books?
Hmmm, that’s a tough one!  For Simon, Sex, and the Solstice Stone I had a real struggle with the passages where the characters get to know each other at the start—mainly because I was trying to get my head around how a guy from 1647 would react to suddenly arrive in 2012! Usually, the beginning is the easiest part.  Fight and action scenes are often the toughest, or scenes involving a lot of characters. In Bound to the Beast I wrote scenes involving the Wild Hard, an army of the living dead.  Describing all their ghoulish appearances and actions was headache-inducing task.

Where do you research for your books?
For historical settings, I’m a firm believer in history books.  The internet doesn’t quite cut it—there’s so many dodgy sources and misquotes, so I like to do my research the traditional way.  That said, very little of the research ever makes it into the books, but it’s good to have the background in my head.

What does your family think of your writing career?
My ‘other half’ is great and reads all my stuff – he even acts as a consultant on various ‘issues.’  My parents are also very supportive, and my mum has read some of my stories, though nothing too sexy as that would just be weird.  She does tend to tell everyone about it, though—including my former infant school teacher, who is a good friend of hers and who asked for a signed copy of my recent paperback release, Bound for the Forest.  As she was new to the m/m and possibly the erotic romance genre, I suggested she tried Catching Kit, my tale of elves and elf catchers first. If she likes that, I figured she might be ready for the magic, bondage, and rather kinkier action of Bound for the Forest (mind you, Catching Kit is kinky enough.  Eeeep!)

Plotter or Pantser? Why?
Oh, plotter, because otherwise I’d worry too much that it was going to turn out a disaster! I’ve always known roughly where I was going when I’ve started my books, with the exception of Bound for the Forest, my one ‘Pantser’ book, but I wrote that for myself rather than specifically for publication. I don’t stick religiously to my plans, but once I’ve got a firm idea, there will be little changes, but not usually major ones. But never say never! I know how the third Greenwood novel will end, but there might still be some surprises on the journey for me. I hope so J

Simon, Sex, and the Solstice Stone (published by Loose Id, m/m, paranormal, time travel, 45k).
Blurb: Simon’s holiday season is looking grim. His boyfriend’s dumped him, and his self-esteem is rock bottom. Stuck in the UK where nobody celebrates Thanksgiving, the shy, geeky student drowns his sorrows at an ancient stone circle. When a gorgeous stranger, Aubrey, shows up and attempts to seduce him, Simon is flattered but also freaked—especially when Aubrey claims to be from an historic sex cult who’d uncovered the true powers of the circle. It’s a time machine. Aubrey intended to travel back three hundred and sixty-five days, but an error propelled him forward three hundred and sixty-five years into a world alien to him.
Simon reluctantly takes the lost time traveler under his wing, and Aubrey teaches Simon the ways of sex, love, and magic. Simon’s never felt so alive, but as their bond grows, Aubrey remains determined to perform a dangerous ritual and return home at the winter solstice. Fearing he’s no more to Aubrey than a sexual sacrifice, Simon must discover the dark secrets of Aubrey’s pagan past. Only then can Simon choose between risking all for the man he loves or a lonely Christmas without him.


They crumpled to the shower floor, Simon boneless in Aubrey’s arms. They panted as one. “Sweet heavens,” murmured Aubrey at length. “I have never known such fire. I don’t quite know what possessed me.” He planted a kiss on the top of Simon’s head. “Apart from you.”
“Mmmmm.” His afterglow fading, Simon clung to the pleasant feel of Aubrey holding him. For a few minutes it satisfied.
But then all that blood rushed back from his cock to his brain, and he tensed.
“Are you well?” asked Aubrey. Gently he touched Simon’s chin, urging him to look up. “Was I too rough?”
“No, I’m fine.” Simon’s headache came thundering back, though he couldn’t bring himself to be angry with Aubrey. The man had given him nothing he hadn’t wanted, but now a certain question begged harder than ever. He forced it out.
“Aubrey, I need to know. Were you trying to travel back in time to save a lover?”
“No.” Simon sagged into him with guilty relief. “A little before the last harvest, some soldiers came to our farm. I was away, fighting for the very same side, but they accused our people, who’d never harmed a soul, of witchcraft. Of devil worship.”
Simon’s jealousy felt suddenly wrong. He extracted himself and rose, wrapping himself tightly in a towel. “I’m so sorry.”
“So am I. They took away many of my friends. I must warn them. You see why I have to go home?”
Aubrey’s words ripped into him, raw and real, leaving him bewildered. He could only start to imagine what awful fate Aubrey’s companions had met. Torture, a stripping to search for the mark of Satan, or maybe a lashing. Possibly they were bound, then plunged into a cold, icy river, and the end result had probably been a slow, lingering death by hanging. Simon might not want to live as the Gildskipe had, but he doubted they deserved such a fate.
No wonder Aubrey had taken the risk of going back. So much for the frightened puppy Simon had rescued this morning. The man was a bloody hero.
A horrible feeling of inadequacy rose within. “I better get the food. Come down when you’re ready. We need to talk about the winter solstice, right?”
After drying himself and dressing in his room, Simon rushed downstairs. He located a bottle of decent Bordeaux, two old-fashioned pewter goblets, which he reckoned would make Aubrey feel at home, and some tall red candles in white pottery candlesticks. His actions did nothing to stop the bedlam restarting in his brain. What on earth had he just allowed to happen? He’d learned only one thing for certain. Aubrey had plenty of other people he cared about, including numerous lovers, and would never be for keeps.
Fuck it. What does that matter? I enjoyed it. He seemed to enjoy it too. Maybe I’m not quite as useless a lover as Pete made out.
But it didn’t make things any easier. What might he not be able to refuse this man next?
All the same he found himself keener than ever to please. He divided the turkey meal onto two plates, with the additional vegetables and some quick-cook Yorkshire puddings, only slightly charred, and arranged all of it neatly on a large tray. He carried the dinner to the coffee table in the lounge. Aubrey had dressed and sat waiting on the sofa, his long legs stretched out beneath the table.
Well, it wasn’t the Thanksgiving Simon had anticipated, but hey, he wasn’t alone. He just hoped Gran would forgive him his choice of predinner entertainment.

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Sunday, November 25, 2012

Guest Blogging Today

Today I'm guest blogging over at Elodie Parkes blog. Drop by if you get a chance.

Sorry I've been quiet. Work and a touch of something had me down for a bit and then the holiday. We had a fun Thanksgiving. The hubby and I have been shopping the last few days. We're having fun. :o)

Tomorrow I have a guest Kay Berrisford. Drop by and show her some love.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Black Friday Hop Winners

I decided to chose three winners, chosen from are as follows:
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Thanks for all the people who stopped by yesterday and commented. I'm so thrilled. :o)

Friday, November 23, 2012

Black Friday Blog Hop

While the rest of the US is out handling the crowds, fighting for their holiday gifts, some of us like to stay in, shop online, or just ignore Black Friday all to together. This year, join us in our second annual Black Friday Blog Hop! It's a ONE DAY hop where we're giving away prizes, talking about books we love, and most likely  eating left over turkey. :-)

The hop is November 23rd and is ONE DAY only.

And while we do that, we are EACH doing a giveaway. Yep. There will be over 200 giveaways on each blog hosted by that Author or Blogger.

But that's not all....

We have THREE grand prizes. You as a reader can go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times!

Now what are those prizes?

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
2nd Grand Prize: A $75 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

I'll be giving away a copy of either Claimed By Dragons (M/M/F), Out to Protect (M/M) or  Gettin' Lucky (M/F/M)
Please be sure to leave a comment and your email address in case you win!!!! Good Luck.

Website: - move on to the next hop!!!!

Tuesday, November 20, 2012


The other day Katalina Leon and I were exchanging emails about not paying attention to reviews. As I’ve said on numerous times, reading is subjective. What I like and what a reader might like can be so totally different. I try not to read reviews. I try not to take them to heart. They’re one person’s opinion. And sometimes – NOT EVERYTIME, but sometimes the reviewer can be a wannabee writer who doesn’t have what takes to write so they bash writers. Before you beat me up, I know this first hand. I reviewed for years before becoming a writer. I’d done hundreds of reviews for one of those top review sites readers count on for their reviews. I have insider information.
The funny thing is the day after Kat and I were talking about not taking the reviews to heart I got a Google alert in my inbox. There were two alerts both for my newest release Out to Protect. The book is an M/M romantic suspense and based on a coming out theme. Now mind you I realize how difficult it is to write in the M/M genre and I know the readers are very passionate about the genre, but I didn’t realize how harsh they could be. I’ve never in all 30+ books have been ripped apart about a book so badly. I cringed reading their comments. I still cringe.
It bothered me for most of Monday. I won’t lie, the comments hurt. It felt like someone was repeatedly stabbing me. Later I let it go and realized I can’t please everyone. Though I’d like to please some. LOL
I took on a genre that is difficult to write in. I’ve only written three M/M to date and I also tackled another genre that appeals to me – crime/suspense. Will I write another one? If an idea comes to me that nags at me, yes I will. I won’t let the haters take me down and I won’t let them defeat me.

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Appreciating Life

I woke this morning and realized half of November is over. I remember as a child my mother and grandmother saying time flies when you get older. Damn if they weren’t right. I’ve been so busy time seems to be slipping away. Granted things will start to settle down for a brief time, it’s still going by at lightning speed.
I’ve decided to slow down and smell the roses, even if my day job is demanding me to put in seventy hours. I refuse to stress about getting the job done and in a timely manner. I’m one person and can only do so much. Today and the days ahead I’m going to appreciate all those things I’m thankful for. Don’t get me wrong, I’m thankful for the job, it’s just not the most important thing in my life.
Life is good…no life is great! J

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Whet Your Appetite Wednesday


Taylor Jax has a secret. She fantasizes about seducing long time friend Shane Griffin. Only problem, he’s eight years her junior – too young in her mind.
During a game of truth or dare her secret is exposed. Challenged by her best friends Taylor must go into an adult toy store and buy all the accessories needed to live out her fantasy.
With another night of truth or dare looming, Taylor makes a bold move. Before her friends can dare her, she plans a full-fledge seduction.
Shane has loved Taylor for as long as he can remember. She enters his store in disguise, prompting him to tease her. To his surprise she agrees to have dinner with him. And when she propositions him he wonders - will one night be enough?


Looking around Taylor noticed she wound up in the vibrator aisle. At least it was something familiar. Every woman owned a vibrator, didn’t they? As she absorbed the different sizes and shapes she wondered how big Shane was. Picking up the icicle dreams she scrunched her nose. Not her style. She liked them to at least look like a penis. She placed it back in its spot.
She snatched a rather large one off the hook, imagining it Shane’s size.
“Hot bunny. Now this is what I’m talking about.”
"Find everything you're looking for?" Shane asked, sneaking up behind her.
His warm breath tickled the back of her neck, sending heat coursing through her overheated body. Her mouth grew dry. Water. She needed water to put out the flames burning her body.  "Umm, I think I'm okay," she breathed.
"Are you sure?" he whispered.
She wanted to fall back into his arms. She wanted to give in to her desires and let him do whatever he wanted. “Yes.”
God, she had to get out of there soon or something bad was going to happen.
"You sure you don’t need a hand?" His fingertips traced down her arms and sent shivers through her body.
She wanted to scream Fuck Me! but she fought the urge. "Really, I'm fine. Don't you have other customers to assist?"
"Not at the moment. You're my only customer. And since you're always so good to me I'm going to give you extra special attention.”
Her legs were mush standing this close to him.
“Let me see your list,” he coaxed.
“Shane, I’m fine. Seriously. I'll handle the list."
Shane stepped in front of her. "I know the store from top to bottom. Just like you know Tasty Taylor’s. Let me help, please."
Those captivating cerulean eyes pulled her into a trance. They begged her to just give in this one time. She wouldn't. She couldn't.
"Come on," he pleaded. Before she could respond, he snatched the paper from her hands and looked it over. "Oh, this will be a cinch."
"Give that to me," she demanded, her hand held out impatiently.
He shoved the paper into his pants. "If you want it, come and get it."
Taylor stood there dumbfounded. Had he really just stuck her list down his pants?
What the hell was she going to do now? Certainly she couldn’t put her hands down his pants and grab it could she? Serve him right if she did. Wonder if he’d be standing there looking so smug if she reached in and took her paper.
If she did she could find out just how big he was. Oh, the would girls enjoy that conversation.
“You seriously don’t want me to come and get it, do you?” She gave him one last chance to change his mind.
“Don’t I?” He turned and walked away.
Challenging her was a big mistake on his part.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

My Newest - M/M

Today is release day for Out to Protect

Someone is killing prostitutes and Grant Wesson has been assigned to find out who the killer is. Problem is he just came out to his best friend and partner. Ralph didn't take it so well, so Grant's been reassigned to the new kid on the block, Parker Townsend.

Parker is young, sexy and very much in the closet. Grant fights the growing attraction he's feeling for his new partner, until Parker changes things up. He wants to break the rules and have sex with his new partner.

Against his better judgment, Grant agrees. It's the hottest sex either of them has ever had, but it's a distraction. The killer has Grant in his sights. Parker promises to protect him, but it's his heart that needs protecting.

Grant paced the conference room. He looked at his watch. “Where the hell are you, Ralph?”

He tugged on the collar of his button-down shirt. The tie he wore stifled him. Sweat beaded on his upper lip. Grant fought the urge to wipe it on his sleeve. The perspiration on his forehead increased as his heart raced.

Am I having a heart attack?

Grant covered his chest with his hand. He needed to calm down.

“For Christ’s sake, it’s only Ralph,” he said to the empty room. Who was he fooling? Ralph scared the shit out of him. Yes, they’d been partners for nearly ten years, but Ralph carried such a hatred for “their type.”

For years Grant had listened to Ralph talk about how much he loathed gays and how sick he was of them demanding equal rights. He recalled a conversation where Ralph pulled out his gun, an evil look in his deep brown eyes, and pointed it at an empty space. He’d pretended to pull the trigger and said if he weren’t a cop, he’d shoot a few of them just to scare them straight.

A chill passed through his body just thinking about that day.

“I’ve got to be a fucking fool.” He dragged his fingers through his hair, knowing the gelled look was ruined.

“Fool for what?”

Grant spun around, surprised to see Ralph behind him. He hadn’t heard him enter the room. How long had he been standing there? Had he said anything that would reveal what he was about to confess? The air grew heavy; the walls seemed to draw closer. Grant felt a panic attack coming on.

He walked over to the table and took a seat.

“You don’t look so good, partner. Are you sick?”

Was he sick? Possibly.

“Is it hot in here?”

Ralph shrugged. “The air seems to be working.”

Grant struggled to breathe. He slowly took a deep breath.

“Do you need me to call medical? You don’t look so hot. You’re white as a ghost.”

Somehow Grant felt that was an understatement. He felt physically ill. Nausea rolled in his stomach, threatening to charge up and out his mouth.

“I’ll be okay in a minute.” He needed water. “Just give me a sec.”

“Sure.” Ralph took a seat and tapped his hands on the table.

Grant shook his head. Ralph was always a restless person. He tapped his hands on his legs or on the dashboard if he wasn’t driving. It surprised Grant that Ralph wasn’t a beat officer. Walking the streets would give him the opportunity to get the excess energy out.

After a few deep breaths, his nerves started to subside. He had to get this off his chest and tell Ralph the truth. In the end he prayed it would be all right. They were not only partners; they were friends.

Grant slapped the table louder than he expected.

Ralph jumped.

“Shit, if you wanted my attention, you could’ve cleared your throat or something,” Ralph said.


“Now you have my full attention. What’s this meeting all about?”

The time had arrived. Grant had dreaded this moment for the last ten years but knew he couldn’t keep the information from his partner another day.

Here goes nothing.

“I’m gay,” Grant said.

“Ha-ha. What, am I being punked or something?” Ralph looked around the room as if he expected a camera crew to pop out of the corners.

He looked at Ralph, the guy who had protected him many times over the last ten years. The image of Ralph standing over him while he bled from a gunshot wound came to the forefront. Ralph had given him words of encouragement while holding the bleeding wound on Grant’s leg. Ralph had kept Grant calm through the pain, and damn it had been painful. That was the first time he’d been shot. Grant had had a few superficial wounds over the years. Par for the course when one was a police officer. Ralph, on the other hand, had always been the lucky one. He’d never experienced what it felt like to be shot.

Ralph stared at Grant. “What the fuck? Where are the cameras?”

“You’re not being punked. I’m being serious, Ralph.”

“What are you fucking talking about? Are you saying you’ve just discovered you’re gay? ’Cause if that’s what you’re trying to tell me, you’re fucking wrong. I’ve known you all these years, and you ain’t queer.”

Monday, November 12, 2012

Guest Blogging

Today I'm over at Suzan Butler's blog talking about how Nano changed my life. Drop by and say hello!

Friday, November 9, 2012

When the Dead Visit Me

Occasionally, I dream of loved ones who’ve passed away. Only twice have I felt they were bringing me a message. The first was my son. Months after he passed, I had a dream of a little boy dressed all in white holding the hand of what I presumed a man, who was also dressed in white. They stood side by side looking out at a brilliant light and the little boy said, “Be happy, mommy. Be happy.”
I was obviously suffering from immense grief and this brought some peace to me.
The other dream wasn’t of someone I loved but someone I admired. Tuesday I dreamt of Angelo. Yes, the former EC caveman. In my dream we spent the day together. He celebrated different holidays with me, including Halloween and Christmas. He kissed me a few times and his kiss gentle and sweet.
At the end of the day he drove me home, walked me to the door and said, “I wanted to remind you about love.”
I spent the next day, my birthday, thinking about that dream. I’ve had so many things going on in my life that I’ve let the one thing that matters most slip – loving my husband. Appreciating him. I can’t tell you the last time I kissed him or we hugged. I’ve been too stressed and too busy. He was always the one who looked for a hug and kiss when he woke up. It was his way to start the day. Not anymore, because I wasn’t approachable. So I’m going to go back to what matters most in life – my family and husband. This stupid job has caused more problems, including health. I’m stepping back and reassessing.
And yes, I’m thanking Angelo for opening my eyes to love again.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Monday, November 5, 2012

It's Almost Over

Life is busy. I know I’m not the only one. Everyone has so many commitments it’s hard to prioritize. I miss blogging, but the day job consumes so much of my time that it’s fallen by the wayside. I planned to take October off so I could read and relax. That never happened. I read half a book. LOL
The weekend was nice, I felt good starting the day off and of course all hell breaks loose.
Tomorrow the kids are off for Election Day. I for one am EXTREMELY happy it will be over. I’m tired of logging into Facebook and seeing all the political crap. I stayed away from my personal one because certain people just posted over and over their opinions. Don’t get me wrong everyone has a right to their opinion and I respect that. What I don’t respect is shoving your opinion down my throat fifty times a day. My mother is one of the offenders. I almost blocked her.
Sorry for the rant, I feel everyone has a right to their beliefs. I don’t post mine because frankly it’s no one’s business and I’m not going to fight or defend my beliefs.
Now that I have gotten that off my chest, I’m going to edit part of my new book Retail Therapy before heading into another dreaded meeting. I dislike conference calls very much!

Happy Monday!

Friday, November 2, 2012

Best Intentions

I’d hoped to participate in Nano. I wasn’t going to pressure myself to complete the 50k minimum. Yesterday started off great. I was on a roll and then my doctor’s office called. It seems my blood counts are off to the point they want me to come in Wednesday for invasive testing. Here’s the kicker…it’s my birthday. Let me tell you doing this test is the last thing I want to be doing on my birthday. But my health is more important so I’ll be doing it.
The worst part is I have no mojo when it comes to writing. I do hope that changes. I want to write again. Today is another day. :o)
Hope everyone has a great weekend.

Oh and Talk Dirty to Topaz is available a week early...this was published with Aspen Mountain.