Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Tuesday Tales - Spring Break from the Mountains

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and welcome to this weeks' Tuesday Tales. This week our group is writing to a beautiful picture prompt. It's only 300 words, no more no less. There's no telling where we will take you in such a short time. I'm taking you to Caleb. His best friend and business partner, Owen Guthrie, was in a terrible accident. Caleb is driving to the hospital with a barrage of baggage invading his mind. So, please absorb the following picture and prompt:

Caleb hit the road with thoughts running rampant in misguided directions. He never imagined a life without his best friend and had never wanted to. Being young, life was folding out in front of them. They had more fish to catch, camping to do, mountains to climb, and families to make. Owen never deserved the pain he suffered, and it seemed he was finally coming to terms with the responsible, pensive man his childhood molded him to be.
They talked about building a cabin in the mountains and extending their operation beyond Oklahoma. So many negative memories haunted Owen and as much as he loved his home, it was also an emotional prison. Caleb knew this, and he accepted it. Someday Owen would move away and break free. Owen was an excellent guide, tracker, and businessman. Caleb thought how much Owen did and immediately felt guilty.
I’ve left him to pick up my slack. I took advantage of his good nature. What kind of friend have I been? So many things came in to take me away from the business we built together.
What shape was he in? Owen would never exist- living included more than just taking breaths. Caleb fast forwarded to the recovery process. Could Owen walk, talk? Not knowing consumed Caleb and he had to set cruise control to keep from breaking speeding laws. Owen finally broke away and staying with Pearl and Mr. Richard gave Owen a new confidence that Morgan almost took away.
Maybe Morgan breaking up with Owen was what he really needed to move forward.
Should he call her? Of course she would want to know. They were lifelong friends, after all. But he probably should wait until he got to the hospital and give her an accurate update on Owen’s condition.

Now that you've read my 300 on this beautiful mountain scene, please visit our main Tuesday Tales page for more interpretations.Tuesday Tales MAIN PAGE

Friday, April 18, 2014

Wouldn't You Like to be a Brony Too? It's the Beautiful Tara Sivec

Welcome to The Locker and a special feature. I had the awesome opportunity to attend and volunteer at the Houston Author Event, hosted by Emily Lalone, owner of Lalone Marketing. I met ten amazing authors and I want to introduce them to you too.
I spent quite a bit of time with her during the day and her genuine down to earth, funny personality really shines.

Today, meet the dynamite Tara Sivec. She is a USA Today best-selling author, wife, mother, chauffeur, maid, short-order cook, baby-sitter, and sarcasm expert. She lives in Ohio with her husband and two children and looks forward to the day when they all three of them become adults and move out.
After working in the brokerage business for fourteen years, Tara decided to pick up a pen and write instead of shoving it in her eye out of boredom. She is the author of the Playing with Fire series On Goodreads and the Chocolate Lovers series On Goodreads Her novel Seduction and Snacks 

 won first place in the Indie Romance Convention Reader’s Choice Awards 2013 for Best Indie First Book.

In her spare time, Tara loves to dream about all of the baking she’ll do and naps she’ll take when she ever gets spare time.

She is the author of numerous best sellers and just keeps 'em coming. Please give Tara a warm reception and if you haven't had a chance--please check her out!!

Following is my review of Passion and Ponies-

Book Review *****snowflakes- yes folks 5!
Passion and Ponies by Tara Sivec – Book 2 of Chocoholics Series
I enjoyed Passion and Ponies better than Love and Lists. I relished the more detailed story line, and it was the plot that kept me reading, not the comic banter. This help give this read a 5 star rating for me.
This book actually made Ava lovable and turned her from a bitchy shrew to a savvy girlfriend. The unique tale that weaves Ava together with Tyler demonstrates that no matter how eccentric the person, deep down the compassion and friendship are the basis for a successful romantic union. Tyler gives this to Ava and completely changes her overall opinion that he is not just a quirky, silly guy with a fetish for none other than My Little Pony. He has a deep perspective and supports her desire for something outside the lines of her family’s expectations. He helps her chart the course for her business dreams and demonstrates how successful she can be. I think coloring outside the lines most of his life with his strange fetishes helps him be more accepting and supportive of anyone marching to the beat of their own drum.
This tight knit group has a wonderful story to tell and Tara takes creative freedom to places we never thought about and makes us laugh. What’s even better is the basis for what Tara writes is an actual phenomenon….BronyCon.
When you are ready to read something to clear the angst from your reading palette, take a chance on Passion and Ponies. It will make you smile and give you the energy to jump back into the drama we call contemporary romance and all the roads the stories lead us down. It certainly got me ready to read my next dark drama.

Author Erin Noelle

Welcome to The Locker and a special feature. I had the awesome opportunity to attend and volunteer at the Houston Author Event, hosted by Emily Lalone, owner of Lalone Marketing. I met ten amazing authors and want to introduce them to you too.
Erin Noelle is a Texas native, where she lives with her husband and two young daughters. While earning her degree in History, she rediscovered her love for reading that was first instilled by her grandmother when she was a young child. A lover of happily-ever-afters, both historical and current, Erin is an avid reader of all romance novels. She has recently self-published her first novel, Metamorphosis, which hit both USA Today and Amazon best-selling lists, and is currently working on the sequel, Ambrosia, to be released later in 2013. Most nights you can find her cuddled up in bed with her husband, her Kindle in hand and a sporting event of some sorts on television. You can follow her on Facebook @ www.facebook.com/erin.noelle.98 and follow her on Twitter @enoelleauthor.
Check out her gorgeous website - http://erinnoelleauthor.com/

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Tuesday Tales is a Little Sour to go with Sweet

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. I introduce you to a brand new spicy WIP I have going. My new series is entitled, The Fantasy Leagues.  Our prompt today is the word "lemon", and I will be adding some humor to the fruity word. Take a look:

“Seriously, I'll squirt lemon juice in your eye if you don't leave me alone.” I was not in the mood for tomfoolery. Tomfoolery? I like it, I must use it again soon, but out loud next time.
“Aww, don’t be like that, kitten.” Martin Matthew McDonald looked at me over the rim of his coffee mug. “Let me drink my coffee in peace and then I’ll leave, I promise.”
Why did you sleep over, again? Please refresh my memory.” I rubbed at my temples then added agave nectar to my tea.
“After the third go round with Hook, I was spent. You showed me mercy since I showed you such a good time.”
“Marty, it’s a little immature to refer to your penis by a nickname. But, yea, that’s right.”
“I’m not the only man out there giving a name to his magnificent member. By the way, sweet cheeks, there’s absolutely nothing emotional attached to my adult sleep over.”
“You can say that again, Marty.” I’ve always called him Marty. He was named after his father and it creeped me out to use his given name.
“Do I really have to?”
I gave him The Look. “Really, dude, it’s way too freaking early for humor. That’s strictly reserved for after regulation brunch times.”
“Look, kitten, I only see you once every couple of months, can’t you bench the bitchy? Or, at least pretend you like me being here until I leave.”
“How would you know I was pretending after you leave? Then, you might wonder if I was pretending the whole time, you know like faking it.”
“What makes you use a word like brunch anyway? Who has brunch these days?”
I ignored his question. People still have brunch, don’t they? “Well, here’s the deal, I’ve got to get to work soon. It’s draft day and you know how busy that gets.”
“I wouldn’t exactly know, I must take your word for it. You never let me help.” Marty took a longer sip of the now cooled coffee.
“Not mixing my personal friendships with business. It would never turn out well, and since I enjoy our bi-monthly sex summit, you will stay far away from my daily grind.”

 please check out our other talented authors' take on the citrusy delight- Lemon!

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Saturday Sippers with Rebecca Donovan!

Saturday Sippers in The Locker
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Oh my goodness, today, THIS Saturday, April 5th, I will have Bubbles with Rebecca Donovan. That is champagne with a beautiful and talented author!  
Right after the Houston Author event, for a half hour, in the bar at the hotel, Rebecca would like to treat the assisting bloggers to some champagne and spend some one-on-one time with us. We can ask her whatever we like, about the industry, about herself, about what bands she's just seen, about what she's writing, or about nothing at all and just spend some down time with her.
My question to you dear readers: What would you ask you favorite author?
Champagne! That’s the drink of today.
Stay tuned here in The Locker because beginning Monday, I’ll have 2 weeks of giveaways!

Thursday, April 3, 2014

Life with Sjogren's and Fibromyalgia - Just Keep Swimming...

Good morning!!  I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. I’ve had significant health problems for almost two years. Initially, my rheumatologist diagnosed me with systemic lupus (SLE) on June 19, 2013. However, the medication wasn’t working and I kept getting worse and developing new symptoms. So, after second, third, and fourth opinions, my neurologist believes instead I have fibromyalgia. 
Thank you for listening, each week I will have a new installment chronicling my journey. Please, please feel free to comment, write, share. I hope to use this forum as a help to all of us, no matter what pain you are experiencing. You may also send stories to me via finlessbook at gmail dot com. I will respect your privacy and maintain your anonymity, if you so desire.
Hugs for today …
The update today is a third consult with a rheumatologist. I needed someone in my local area as my primary rheumy and just not sure the first one I had is the right choice. But, I think I found my medical “home” yesterday.
After taking a lengthy history with the nurse practitioner, I met with the doctor. She ordered labs to check levels of blood and urine. The doctor gave me the diagnosis of fibromyalgia, Sjogren’s, https://www.sjogrens.org/  and possible pre-lupus. I can deal with this and it seems most logical for the correct diagnosis and treatment path. 
Pre-lupus? It is possible that all the symptoms of extreme fatigue, muscle aches, foot and hand pain, and dry skin/hair/lips (can someone hook me up with a lifetime supply of Burt’s Bees?) are actually just Sjogren’s and not lupus at all. Sjogren’s is also an auto-immune disease.
Unsure what pre-lupus would be, I once again set about on the internet search for such a thing. Fortunately, most of information reveals that a person with lupus may develop fibromyalgia, but, usually not the reverse. So, that’s a blessing.
The doctor also added Cymbalta 

Cymbalta Link
 to my daily dose of pills. I took one yesterday and one today, cannot yet tell how this will affect me. I will say I feel an element of calm that I haven’t felt before. Not sure what that is- whether it’s the Cymbalta or just a mood thing for me. I’ll monitor. I return to this doctor in 3 weeks for the lab results and an update on the new meds.

Something she did tell me, as did my neurologist. People with fibromyalgia MUST EXERCISE! Painful or not, those muscles must be worked to avoid atrophy and maybe even further damage. You cannot sit life out in pain and do nothing if you expect to feel better. A pill won’t do it, you must move. Take yoga, pilates, the dog for a walk, dance a little bit. But, please do something. My body yells at me every day for moving, but, my brain is the boss of this train. Once I’ve moved around, I do actually feel better and less constricted.
Something else that I know now for a fact works wonders is a massage with focus on myofacial release. I know it’s expensive and not covered by most insurance, but, I found a blessing with massage! I actually had more flexibility in yoga just one day later! I was so excited. I also found a massage school convenient for me in the Dallas area and the prices are so affordable. I can cut something frivolous from the budget to afford regular massages at the school.
Well, time to go more work to do, books to write, books to read, and reviews to finish.
Hugs for today!

Monday, March 31, 2014

Tuesday Tales - Give Me Such a Big Hug, You Squish My Boobs

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and welcome to Tuesday Tales. We have a group of authors writing to a single word prompt, and the prompt this week is the simple word "hug". My mind conjures up everything from an innocent hug a momma gives to her bouncing bundle of love
to a white hot lover's embrace. This word takes us so many places and answers so many unwritten questions when we just can't find the words to communicate with someone we care about.

But today, I'm introducing you to a brand new WIP that's only 7K words in. It's with my beta reader now and I'm excited to get more words down. So, please enjoy my short piece about a "hug".

According to the particular client meeting, I pipe in a digital music station statistically shown to improve the chances of closing the deal on a contract. With women like Danika, I set the station to happy love songs. It reinforces the hope and gives her the nudge to sign on the dotted line. Whereas when I see Dominic later, I’ll set the station to the eighties big hair bands love songs.
Hey, my profiler said it works.
Speaking of my profiler, I employ one person whose sole purpose is to statistically improve the chances of the best matches possible in each season. We operate all calendar year, with each sports season always a little better than the last. I operate the business of love connections with a unique dating adventure. I’ve seen hundreds of hopefuls with the same look of excited anticipation in their eyes as Danika Parker before me in my office today.
I didn’t turn Danika down before because of anything specific about her. She just didn’t fit “the mix” until now. Speaking of which, it’s time to push forward with this interview. “So, Danika, are you ready to join fantasy football?” I held out a fancy, full-plumed writing quill. The elegant, flowing feather gave a glamorous touch. The pewter ink stand completed the set.
Danika signed with a trembling hand and a look of Christmas Eve across her fresh face. She was the cutest thing, and in another setting, I’d eat someone like her alive. Metaphorically speaking, of course. My thighs quake and my thoughts run to The Lock-Her Room. I shut down the repeating fantasy immediately. I don’t fraternize with the participants. That’s unscrupulous practice.
I also have The Lock-Him Room, but we will discuss that another time. My thighs quake again, but I digress.
Before the ink is fully dry, I’m ushering Danika out the door. “We will have a group meeting next weekend. The details are all right here.” I hand her a schedule printed on card stock. “You will also set up your personal profile on the website. Please have that done before the group meeting.” I gave her a handshake and she leaned in impulsively for a hug. Maybe I lingered a moment longer than I should have, but, she smelled good. And, damn, her breasts must be real by the way they cushioned against me with just the right amount of give for someone her age.
Stop. Danika wasn’t for me.
I love my job.

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