Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Is It His Finger or Not? Tuesday Tales return to Blue Ink

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you back to my current paranormal WIP, Blue Ink-The Skin Stalker. For our journey to the unknown, I present the word prompt "finger".

“They arrived at the police station before Colin drew any conclusions of his own.  Colin followed the officers inside and they seated him at a table in a small windowless room.
The Skin Stalker watched everything unfold with a glint in his wicked catlike eye.  He knew the bag had no fingerprints because he had none to leave.  Before he left the bag, he briefly thought of lifting one of Colin’s prints to place on it just to screw with him.  However, it was just as much fun to mess with the authorities as they feebly bumbled around trying to catch the “bad guy.” 
Chaos kept The Skin Stalker churning with amusement.
Colin remained in that room for two hours before anyone got back to speak with him.  During his wait, an investigator brought him coffee and offered him a restroom break.  Colin alternated between pacing and sitting.  Fatigue finally overtook him and his head lolled down toward the table in front of him.  Abruptly, an apparition of Hannah appeared next to him, in his line of vision just to the left.  She smiled in Colin’s direction. “It’s peaceful here.” She vanished just as quickly as she appeared.  Colin snapped awake with a jolt and short grunt. 
Every once in a while, the officers looked to the monitor showing a full view of the room Colin sat in.  Luckily, no one saw his violent awakening after his vision of Hannah.  However, they had their own opinions of Colin.  “He looks like a slick asshole, don’t you think?”  One of them who rode with Colin to the station said to his partner.  
The other ride along officer played devil’s advocate. “Yea, but, too much of a pretty boy to kill anyone, probably a pansy, but, these days, you just never know.”    
Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on "finger"!

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Upcoming Contest and ...Manscaping....huh?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and happy first day of fall 2012!

Today in The Locker we are gonna talk about something rather personal. But, first a word from our sponsors. The first weekend of October, the 5th through the 7th, my publisher, Secret Cravings Publishing will host a Where in the World are SCP Authors blog hop contest. Lots of prizes and fun for YOU. So, please make sure to come back for details on how to win.

Now, (cue mood lighting and cheesy 70's elevator/porn movie music) let's get personal on the couch with a candid discussion of...hair-to remove or not to remove. For men the term is "manscaping". Ladies, I know we've endured razor burn, ingrown hair, and the dreaded "grow-in" itch for years. I bought more Lanacaine during my quest to stay smooth than I care to admit. Raise your hand and give me a nod if you get my perspective. I felt like investing in sandpaper to get some heavy duty scratching relief.

Guys, you gym rat, muscle bound types may have had baby smooth skin for years and probably required a heckuva lot more shaving cream than us females. But, now, manscaping has become an interest to the everyday average mountain man:

(Even though this mountain man is a pretty good looking guy, don't you think? I think he was going for the burly, thoughtful pose here.)

But, facial hair is just the tip of the follicle-berg.

We are going a bit further south for our discussion.

How about a little history? What is the purpose of body hair, specifically pubic hair?  According to:

  What Is the Function of Pubic Hair? | eHow.com http://www.ehow.com/facts_5633029_function-pubic-hair_.html#ixzz27Dem81GX

"No one knows for certain the purpose of pubic hair. Some say that we have pubic hair for physical attraction. However, doctors say it's probably there to help catch and spread the scents a person's body gives off---called pheromones and glandular secretions---which are powerful aphrodisiacs. These scents are one thing people pick up on when they become attracted to someone else."

When I read or write romance, I generally enjoy the thought of lover's skin and their adoring scent. However, not once have I read OR written, "hey baby, love the smell of your bush, it's drawing me in! I need a big ole nose full" immediately followed by "Achoo!" (man those pubes tickled my nose)

Or how about using pubic hair as a token of affection? Wikipedia states- "Among the upper class in 19th century Victorian Britain, pubic hair from one's lover was frequently collected as a souvenir. The curls were, for instance, worn like cockades in men's hats as potency talismans, or exchanged among lovers as tokens of affection.[14] The museum of St. Andrews University in Scotland has in its collection a snuff box full of pubic hair of one of King George IV's mistresses, possibly Elizabeth Conyngham, which the notoriously licentious monarch donated to the Fife sex club, The Beggar's Benison."

Whoa....not sure the short and curlys would make a chic modern day accessory scream -"This is how much I love you baby! I'm wearing your pubes!" I bet it would keep potential interlopers at bay...hmm, kind of like peeing on your mate to stake your claim.

It all comes down to personal choice, I suppose. It takes all types in this great big world spinning around. In that moment of blazing passion, some want a big face full (or would that be mouth full?) of body hair. (Let me nibble your chest carpet), while some want nothing between their lips and lover's skin.

When exploring the nether regions of one's lover up close and personal, the choice to smooth or not to smooth becomes a couples' intimate decision.  Do you like your testicles smooth as a golf ball or with spindly hairs like a freshly picked coconut?

And, the age old question, "Does the carpet match the drapes?"

Only one way to find out...

Rawr Fathomers, hope you have a spicy Saturday!

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Deserving a Toast....Black Diamond Hearts-Tuesday Tales

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I take you to my current winter Olympic flavored romance, Black Diamond Hearts are the Most Difficult. For our journey, I present the picture prompt "champagne".

"He wondered if it was all about the thought of a juicy cheeseburger, or if her long blonde locks had anything to do with it.

“Cheeseburger? Are you high?”  Laurel teased Matthew with a ridiculous assumption. 

“What do you mean, Miss Health Nut, you having a baked potato, broiled chicken, and salad-again?”

Laurel socked Matthew in the shoulder with a padded gloved fist.  “I’m not that bad, old man, but, I am in training after all.”  She used one ski pole to snap down on the back of her bindings as she clicked her ski boots out of their tight hold.  She moved quickly, having perfected the act hundreds, if not thousands, of times. 

Matthew pushed forward a short distance before he began to unclick his own bindings.  He feigned hurt feelings as he worked. He then hoisted his skis onto his shoulder and began walking toward the parking lot calling out behind him as she tried to catch up.  “You are only a few years younger, little girl, and I always train.  In fact, I plan to work on my double fisted beer mug clutch as soon as we get back to town.”  Matthew raised an eyebrow as Laurel caught up to him.

“Ugh, you are such a guy.  Cheeseburgers and beer? Might as well throw in some hot wings and French fries and represent all the junk food groups.”  Laurel laughed at her own joke. 

“We could just begin the celebration of your future Olympic successes early with some nice champagne.” Matthew nodded self-assuredly, almost knowingly. “I know you have it in you.”

“Let’s not jinx anything, coach. You can stick with beer and keep dreaming for me.”

Lately, I dream, but, literally for you- not just what you’re going to accomplish-you as the beautiful woman you’ve grown into."

Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their take on "champagne"!

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Demise on Top of a Mountain...Blue Ink-Tuesday Tales

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I return to my current demonic, paranormal thriller, Blue Ink: The Skin Stalker for our journey to the top...I present-  "mountain".

"The Skin Stalker reached his destination, Echo Mountain.  He willed his evil connection to the underworld to transport him and his sacrifice, Hannah, to the top.  He held her loosely in his arms, as if her virtue burned his vile leathery skin.  Her head hung gracelessly backward toward the ground. The wind rushed through her long hair, blowing it around her face and across her delicate features- now relaxed in the throes of death. 
The end of mortal Hannah happened on the top of Echo Mountain. The Skin Stalker roared viciously as Hannah took a final breath and released it noiselessly.  Yet, in death, she smiled, confusing the demon monster known as Skin Stalker.  Her body no longer a heavy weight, it felt light and almost angelic in his grasp.  The sweetness of her innocence worked like osmosis from her soul and leaked through her pores. 
The Skin Stalker quickly dropped Hannah as the substance acted as holy water and weakened his hold.  He did not take adequate time to get to know her and did not realize the depth of her convictions.  More importantly, he failed to comprehend the strength of her faith in God.  He yelped in pain when lightning bolts suddenly zapped his head.  In her death, she brought forth the power of the Holy Spirit- it filled the mountaintop with glory and love.  The surge knocked The Skin Stalker to the bottom of the mountain with one fell swoop. 
God lifted her lifeless body high into the air above the mountains with a magnificent lightshow beaming around her.  As she straightened vertically, her eyes opened, and she looked blissfully upward toward her final destination.  The Skin Stalker would not have his souvenir-Hannah- to present to Joelle.  The equipment bag readied for her would remain empty.  The Skin Stalker’s rage and despair at losing his prize engulfed him.  God took Hannah home, away from The Skin Stalker’s menacing grip. 
Then, she was gone. 
Looking toward the craggy heights of the mountain, The Skin Stalker once again screamed in rage at losing his possession.  He knew she was gone, this battle won by the heavenly Creator.  As he had scrambled to improvise his plan, he left her car in the location at the base of Echo Mountain. "Now, what to do?” His anger boiled, cracking his vocal cords."

Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their trip to the "mountain".

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Have You Ever Been White with Fear....Blue Ink-Tuesday Tales

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Happy Tuesday and time for another edition of Tuesday Tales. This week I return to my current demonic, paranormal thriller, Blue Ink: The Skin Stalker for my take on the benign word, "white".
Is our heroine white with fear? Or has she conquered this particular demon....let's see-
 "The closer Joelle came to knowing the truth- The Skin Stalker became agitated and impulsive.  He felt her growing knowledge sawing into his abdomen and cutting into his carefully laid plans.  Joelle released her fear gradually- the more she prayed and read her scripture.  Through careful soul-searching, she knew she could defeat whatever came for her.  She felt the pull of grace guiding her through her research and diligence.  This was not her doing, she simply provided the physical vessel Christ chose to move through.  For the first time in days, she smiled sincerely and felt warmth encompass her. 
Previously in her life, Colin provided the humanly comforts that quenched the body’s primal desires.  The more Joelle received from Colin, the further she backed away from God.  It was a dilemma balancing both her spirituality with her humanity, and, for a time, she chose the secular-only path.  The devil offered such decadent morsels, it was difficult for her to turn them down.  Not realizing she could have literally the best of both worlds, she chose to pursue one over the other, rather than congruently. Therefore, the more firmly entrenched in her relationship with Colin, Joelle’s relationship with God became virtually non-existent. 
Joelle debated the plight of humanity in her mind.  She concluded that people lived their lives away from faith because it was easier.  Not just “easier” as in wanting to do something that feels good-easier in staving away the relentless evil mental attacks. She knew from personal experience, the torment Satan inflicts upon humanity in a ferocious attempt to claim souls is unmatched by anything people could imagine.  The tortured mind convinces the self that they are crazy. In an effort to rid themselves of the incessant voices, taunting, and nightmarish images, they turn away from faith and wave a white flag of defeat. 

It was in this state of deep pontification Suzette found Joelle awakened, full of zeal, and ready to talk.  “How much coffee have you had?” 

“I left you at least one cup in the pot.” Joelle teased Suzette, who in return blew a raspberry her direction.
 “We are both punch drunk from everything and went straight past terror into lunacy.” Suzette continued toward the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee.  “What has you so full of energy today?” 

What does have Joelle so full of energy....hmm? 

Now that you've read my contribution to TT, please visit my creative friends over at our main blog, Tuesday Tales for their interpretation of "white".