Friday, January 31, 2014

Flash Fiction Friday - Don't You Love Sitting in his Lap?

TGIF Fellow Fathomers and welcome to the last day of January 2014. I hope you are staying warm where you are. I skimmed an article today that explained parts of Alaska had warmer weather than parts of the contiguous 48 States. This is crazy. But, all this cold weather does mean you can cuddle with the one you love and keep warm.
And, so the chill of the month is perfect for the picture below. Just how warm do you think these two are? What story do they have to tell? Well, here is my interpretation is just 100 words, no more, no less for this Flash Fiction Friday piece:


“This is how I like it best, when I can look into your eyes and see how much you want me. What happened to that feeling? Where has it been?”

“Stop thinking so much, just enjoy the moment…the here and now. I’ve missed you so much, can’t you tell?”

“I didn’t think we’d ever find ourselves here again, wrapped up in each other. In a way it feels like I don’t know you.”

“Maybe you don’t, Stormi, maybe we needed time. But, that’s over now, and all that matters is how I’m going to make love with you for hours…”

Now that you've read my interpretation, please see what the others have to say about these two lovers locked in an embrace:


It's almost time! Just how will Andrew keep Bea in his world? Look for Sexy Bea Spelling next month! 


Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Tuesday Tales Staring Into a Mirror- Do We Always Like What We See?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. I introduce you to a new WIP I have going under my sweet pseudonym Allee Mae. It's the 3rd in my YA paranormal romance series the Critter Getters. This book is entitled Finding Love in a Black Lagoon. Our word prompt today is "mirror" and I have plenty I can say with this particular prompt.

Without further ado...please see my snippet with "mirror" as the prompt word.

Owen tried again. “Pearl, is that you?” He parted the underbrush to get a better look. However, he stopped before he made any actual forward progress.

The rest of the group stood back, speechless, and watched Owen’s movements. Owen looked to Caleb for assistance.  Caleb shifted his backpack and moved backward, but he subtly pointed toward the young woman. Owen gulped and nodded. “Hello? My friends and I just want to know if you’re okay.”

With still no response, Leandra got involved. “Hello in there, we just want to know you are safe, then, we will leave.” The young woman still did not move a muscle, not a twitch.

Kalista threw up her hands. “Look, guys, let’s go, obviously, we are in this girls’ space and she wants us gone.” She resumed walking again on the path that led to the main road.

Caleb, then, Leandra fell in line, and they joined Kalista on up the path. But, Owen stayed back, looking helplessly from his friends to the girl sitting cross legged in a clearing of trees. “Aw-right, fine then, I’m outta here. Continue with your mumbo jumbo yoga voo-doo crap.”

“It’s not voo-doo crap and you guys are invading my safe place.” Pearl finally spoke, but didn’t move.

A strange static electricity took over and Owen felt the hair on his arms rise accordingly. The dense air lifted and dried out, filling Owen’s chest rapidly. His lungs expanded and he gasped. The strength of three men filled him, his muscles stretched and he flexed. “Pearl, what’s going on here.”

“Welcome to my world, Owen. It’s just another day in paradise for me.”

A rush filled his veins. His tension lifted and he smiled. Something akin to a drug flowed through Owen from head to toe. Energy boosted his responses, he stepped closer to a still-seated Pearl. “What is this place?” 
Awe filled his tone. “It is paradise.”

“Your friends will want you to leave me.” Pearl spoke matter-of-factly, almost void of emotion.

The air drew from his stomach, as if he’d been sucker punched. He looked rapidly from Pearl to the path his friends had taken. However, he saw no sign of any of them. “Are you still here?” Owen yelled to the rest of his friends. “Listen, everything is good. I’m going to stay with Pearl for a while. I’ll meet up with you at Mr. Richard’s place.” He kept yelling, hoping none of them came back.

Instead, Caleb rushed back toward Owen. “Look, dude, we need to discuss this. Do you really want to stay out in the middle of nowhere?” His feet stopped several feet in front of Owen. Caleb pushed, but, only swayed front to back, his feet could not go another step further. The air on Caleb’s head pulled strangely toward the sky.

 “What the hell is this? I can’t move.” As if a giant balloon continued to rub against his head, static electricity surrounded him, embracing his limbs. His arms pulled strangely toward the direction Pearl sat. “This can’t be safe.”

Owen smiled and rolled his shoulders back. “This is amazing dude. Have you ever felt anything like this before?”

“We need to leave.”  Caleb pulled backward out of the circle of energy. “Owen, come on.”

“I’m fine, Caleb. I want to stay here with Pearl. I’ll meet you later.”

“You look like the Heat Meiser, man. I don’t want you to blow up or something.”

The electric sensation stopped and the chorus of frogs, crickets, birds, and other bugs began again. Both Caleb and Owen regained their full mobility. Owen stretched his hands out and gazed at them in amazement. “Whatever she is doing, I want to learn.” Owen sat down next to Pearl. “I mean it.” He looked at Caleb decisively. “I’ll be good.”

Caleb ground his back teeth. “Dude, this can’t be, you know, okay.”

"I don't know about you, but, I can look in a mirror and be just fine with the things I've done. Owen is just as safe with me as he is with you.” Pearl slowly looked directly into Owen’s direction. “He is a good person. No harm will come to him. I guarantee it.”

“As if that makes me feel any better.”


Owen’s expression softened. “You go on ahead. I’d like to stay here and spend some time talking with Pearl.”


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Saturday, January 25, 2014

Saturday Sippers in The Locker - Happy BDAY Sister and Grandma!

Here they are in a birthday past shot. Sister Chrisee and Grandma Helen
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. This year I focus on some of my favorite adult beverages. Most will contain alcohol, but, some will not. Today, in honor of my middle sister’s and my Grandma’s birthdays I will highlight two of my favorites – Middle Sister wine and Birthday Cake vodka.
I found Middle Sister wine at a target store I believe. I was so impressed because I do indeed have a middle sister…and she loves wine! For a reasonably priced bottle of vino- from Napa-, you can explore several varieties:
Direct from the Middle Sister Wine Home Page: “Did you know that birth order is commonly believed to have a profound and lasting effect on psychological development? We did. And that is why we have dedicated these wines to the sister in the middle - the one who always seems to have a personality of her own and steals the show. Not everyone has a wine named especially just for her. Some people are just born lucky!
Enjoy these sassy wines with your favorite family meals.”
They have whites, reds, blends, merlot, Cab, moscato, bubbly, pinot grigio, malbec, Sauvignon Blanc, and rose'. If you have a taste for it, they probably have it. My sister, Chrisee, loves a good red blend. 

Now my second favorite birthday beverage is birthday cake vodka. 


This yummy vodka comes from Three Olives. I've tasted other brands of cake vodka and just didn't enjoy the flavor as much. Yes, this is sweet, and there is no doubt this is cake flavor. What's fun are the recipes you can try from this one bottle. Cake Vodka Recipes One of my favorites is the pineapple upside down cake. It really tastes like a liquid pineapple cake. Make sure to get the maraschino cherries for authenticity.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and if you're celebrating your birthday, comment here! Maybe I'll send you a surprise.
happy weekend!

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Just Out of My Grasp - Did Someone Say Snow?

IT'S COMING NEXT MONTH! HOPE YOU'RE READY!
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, 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.  
I hear some of you sigh and groan. Frankly, I don’t blame you. Because for a long time, I was one of THOSE people. Yea, THOSE people. The ones who snubbed my nose at the notion of Fibromyalgia. I know I’ve said it before, but, it bears repeating because I want anyone reading this to understand how important recognition and respect for this disease is. An auto-immune disease of any kind is a formidable opponent, but, luckily, I’m harnessing it.
For the most part.
This past weekend, my daughter and I took a bonding vacation to Colorado. We love the mountains and rarely get a chance to relax and enjoy them. Usually when we visit, we are downhill snow skiing. Unfortunately, the last time I went was in November, and it made my feet cramp and burn and hurt so badly, I didn’t take very many runs downhill.
Wow, sadness, let me tell you.
I mean, I’m not very good at downhill skiing anyway. I’m a green trail girl at best and even some of those make my cramping toes curl and I pray the entire way down I make it without breaking a bone. I like lazy trails that I can gain slight speed, but, remain in complete control. However, when downhill skiing since I don’t ski fast, it means I must maintain a defensive stance against gravity.
Big pizza, big pizza…(anyone from elementary ski school will understand) but, in order to slow down, you take your skis and in a type of pigeon toe, force your skis in a big “V”, with the point at the tip of your skis. It helps you slow down, but, it also takes intense leg muscle and foot involvement to keep that position while actually moving downhill. Or, I make long ribbons of trails by skiing almost sideways and turning. Imagine a big zig-zag from a sewing machine and that’s my snowtracks.
Yea, I’m a speed chicken. My un-casted life flashes before my eyes and I imagine myself in head to toe plaster if I allow speed in the picture.
Yea, I’m a chicken. Period.
But, my daughter and I tried something this trip that I think I’m gonna love! We tried cross country skiing. I could go at my own pace and aside from some gradual slopes over the course of winding, flat trails, there was no fear of losing speed control.
Best of all, my feet didn’t hurt the same way! Yes, I had some beginner’s tension that took over my tendons and created some discomfort, but, for the most part it was amazing. I could stop when I needed to and go faster at my own pace. It is awesome exercise and got me out on the snow trails again.
It was just what I needed.
I didn’t even use my ear buds for music…(like my teenage daughter did…sigh)
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 …

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Tuesday Tales Conquering a Hill

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. I introduce you to a new WIP I have going under my sweet pseudonym Allee Mae. It's the 3rd in my YA paranormal romance series the Critter Getters. This book is entitled Finding Love in a Black Lagoon. Our word prompt today is "hill" and I have plenty I can say with this particular prompt.

Without further ado...please see my snippet with "hill" as the prompt word.

Breathing hard, she ran off the dirt path and down a squat hill into a swath of small trees. The pointy branches poked and scratched her smooth skin, drawing blood in squiggly shaped patterns. She stomped on rocks and stickers in her bare feet, further toughening their hide. The sun glared through holes in the dense foliage, stinging her sensitive eyes. She hurdled dead felled trees, landing as lightly as a deer without breaking stride.

The noise behind her quieted, confusing her senses, yet sharpened her awareness. She stopped momentarily to gauge her pursuers and try to formulate their location. A few bullfrogs croaked from muddy hideaways and crickets sang haphazardly. Pearl licked her dry lips and bit at the dead skin, making them bleed. She tasted the salty mix of sweat beading above her mouth and blood. Her stillness reminded her of the mosquitoes incessantly biting her, and she slapped one feasting on her forearm. The fat insect spurted all over her arm, spattering into bright red oblivion. Then, the chorus of catcalls and howls grew louder again and she started running once more.

She made it to the river’s edge, the murky water teeming with wildlife hidden among weeds, rocks, and stumps. Pearl smelled mating cottonmouth snakes and looked closely at her surroundings, trying to avoid a venomous bite. Satisfied with the safety of her hiding spot behind a tall stand of cattails, she closed her eyes and summoned help.

Pearl envisioned the group of bullies getting closer before she heard their hideous voices yelling threats of torment and maniacal laughter. The Lord of the Flies mentality permeated the group of reckless kids and today, their intensity scared her. She focused on the sticky mud at the bottom of the river and imagined her rescuer. Pearl deepened her breathing, almost to a yogic state and forced almost every ounce of breath from her lungs.

Pearl’s well timed autonomic nervous system calmed her conscious awareness. Her heart rate dropped to a steady rhythm, leveling out her mounting anxiety. She gripped the reed of one tall cattail stem and became one with the natural setting around her. Flies buzzed her head, yet she paid them no mind, her trance became deep and powerful. Pearl emitted a low hum from her gut, pushing the oxygen from her lungs. She smelled the pong of sour mud coming from the bubbles rising breaking the top of the water.

The wind picked up and whooshed her tangled hair across her face, it clung in places where the residue from a sticky caramel apple remained. Sweat ran down the back of her neck and armpits. Clouds covered the sun, stopping the sun from beating down on her small frame.


The shadowy water swirled into a high speed vortex, looking like a giant bathtub drain. Suddenly, the crickets and bullfrogs quieted, and an eerie silence fell around the swampy refuge. Pearl opened her eyes and focused on the rippling water. One boy peeked around the edge of the cattail stand, breaking her concentration. “Hey, the freak is over here!” He poked her in the abdomen with a long stick. “C’mon freak, get outta there or we will drag you out.”

Please visit our main page for many other authors' varied takes on "hill".
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Monday, January 20, 2014

It's Anniversary and Prizes Time From Secret Cravings Publishing!

Did you get a new tablet or e-reader for the holidays?
Looking to fill it with some great books?
Looking to romance away the winter blahs?
Then stop by all the great SCP authors blogs for a chance to win some great romance novels?

Go to EVERY SCP author link and find the letters to spell out Secret Cravings Publishing
Each author has been assigned a letter. Look for the snowflake with that author's letter and once you have spelled out the phrase, email your answers (match up the letter to the author*) to reviewcoordinator@secretcravingspublishing.com

*Some letters are used twice but that just means two authors have the same letter. You cannot use the same author for the same letter.

Aside from the individual authors' special prizes, SCP has some great prizes to offer too

Grand Prize- iPad 2
First Place- Kindle HDX
Second Place- $50 SCP gift certificate
Third Place- $25 SCP gift certificate

Winners will be notified by February 4, 2014

I will be giving away a prize gift basket of lots of goodies, books, and ebooks. (post items to North America only) I will draw one winner for every 5 comments!
So, comment below and leave your email address!!!
then visit the other participating authors!

Friday, January 17, 2014

Friday Flash Fiction Is It Really God's Hand?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and welcome to the Friday Flash Fiction...the source for 100 words for one shot...one picture is only worth 100 words in here. What do you think of the picture above? An exploding star perhaps? A witch casting her spell? Some crazy person actually holding dry ice in their hands?

Our little group will compose our best interpretation of this photo. Each writer will post their 100, so, give each of us a visit and comment. Tell us what you think. 

Enjoy

“What do you want me to say, Owen? That I shoot sparks and lightning bolts from my fingertips.” Pearl angrily laced up her trail boots and stood abruptly.

“I’m sorry, Pearl, I’m not trying to ruin our picnic. I’m asking questions, that’s all. I’m trying to understand you.” Owen reached up and lightly gripped her hand.

Pearl shook him off and walked toward a tree stump, she quickly sat down on it. “I don’t care if you believe me or not. I didn’t ask for any of this and I’d much rather be alone than try to continually explain myself.”

Now that you've read my 100, please visit the other authors for their interpretation of this mystical photo.
S.J. Maylee: http://SJMaylee.com
Brantwijn Serrah: http://brantwijn.blogspot.com




Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Tuesday Tales -- Putting the Buzzzzzz in Satin

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. I introduce you to a new WIP I have going. It's a snarky, yet, erotic romance entitled Cheaper to Keep Her. Our word prompt today is "satin" and I have plenty I can say with this particular prompt.

Without further ado...please see my snippet with "satin" as the prompt word. ***CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT*

“I don’t know who in the world would like satin sheets. They’re slippery and never stay on the bed the right way.” Stormi tugged at the fitted fabric pulling it into place.

“It’s supposed to be sexy, feel good on your skin. You don’t think so?” Stormi’s best friend, Peaches Johnson fiddled with a pillowcase.

“Peaches, would you please stop daydreaming and just hand me that pillow.” Stormi gruffly pulled it out of her hands.

“What’s gotten into you lately anyway? You used to be fun and crazy. Now you just sit around all moody and cranky. There isn’t anyone in a ten mile radius that’ll put up with you.”  Peaches applied a healthy layer of lip gloss. “Maybe you need someone to get inside those twisted-up panties of yours.”

“Do you think sex is the only way in life a person can be happy? You are so delusional. When I have needs, I take care of them. I don’t need someone else to do it for me.”

“I didn’t say you needed to, but, wouldn’t it be nice? It might take the edge off your attitude.”


Stormi opened and closed her mouth. She pursed her lips into a tight bunch and finished arranging the toss pillows on her bed. “I’m not undersexed, Peaches. Frankly, I don’t want to put up with anyone trying to boss me. The last time I had a conversation with my vibrator, he only said buzzzzz, without even changing his tone. It was quite delightful- as a matter of fact I think it’s the only word he knows. Very much unlike a man. 

Please visit our main page for many other authors' varied takes on "satin".
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Friday, January 10, 2014

Friday Flash Fiction- Do You Like a Man in Chains?

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This Friday Flash Fiction has a hawt man waiting to be bound. What sparks your mind? Our group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a designated picture prompt. My 100 words comes from my brand new adult romance entitled, Cheaper to Keep Her. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday!

See my contribution below:

“Baby, why don’t you let me chain you to the bed? You know get some whipped cream, that flavored oil, and the vibrator?”

“Whatev…you caveman. I thought you were finally going to tow that junk truck project out of my yard. That’s what that chain would be good for.” Stormi Goddard rolled her eyes at her husband.

“Leave it to you to ruin a good sex moment.”

“Last time we tried you couldn’t get it up.”


Jensen Goddard shrugged his shoulders. “Ever think it might be…well, you?” He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “That’s why I suggested the vibrator.” 


Now that you've read my contribution, please visit these other authors for their take on this hunk-in-links. Contributions may contain explicit content. 



Thursday, January 9, 2014

Cynthia Arsuaga is in THE LOCKER! Let's show her some love!

Please welcome to The Locker the talented and lovely, Cynthia Arsuaga. I met Cynthia through our mutual publisher, Secret Cravings Publishing. Of course, I loved it when she agreed to be a guest on my little ole blog. Let's show her some love and lots of comments for YOUR CHANCE TO WIN!

Hello Everyone and thanks to Davee for having me on her blog today! This week I’m the Author of the Week for Secret Cravings Publishing and trying to squeeze in some blog time. So, again, thanks a lot for giving me this opportunity to showcase my back list of fourteen titles! I’ve done a little interview today. Following is an excerpt from my novella, Texas Heat, part of the Hot Flash line at Secret Cravings.  I’ll be doing a sweepstakes, picking a winner by random from all the commenters over the three days on this and the other blogs I’ll be a guest on. The winner will receive a $10 Gift Certificate to Secret Cravings Publishing. Good Luck!!!
Questions:
How long have you been an author?
I’ve been writing for four years and published since January 2011.
What is your favourite genre?
I initially and primarily write Paranormal (Vampires), but have ventured out and written contemporary erotic romance. To date I’ve had fourteen works in various lengths released.
What is the biggest surprise you’ve discovered about the writing process?
I started out writing to occupy my retirement hours and boredom. Let’s be honest, once I had that first manuscript accepted, you couldn’t stop me! I found the writing easy, the promotion difficult. That has been the biggest surprise.
Can you tell us about one of your current works in progress?
I have several in the fires. Books 4 and 5 in the Born Vampire Series and Book 3 in the Forces of Beauty Series have about three to four chapters each written. I have experienced a great reception with Texas Heat, so I started to write the continuing story of Charlie and Zach until I was side-tracked with a new story I dreamt about a couple nights ago and began writing because the muse wouldn’t go away. Picture Ireland, small village, Irish-American woman inherits an estate and discovers a “spirit” from medieval times “living” in the cottage on the property. Secrets, magic, murder, and lots of hot sex. Still working the “kinks” out. LOL.
Finally, can you give us your contact links?

Fun Questions:
If you had the chance to meet one of your characters privately, who would it be and what would you do?
A toss up. Either Christian MacKenzie from A Cougar and Her Vampire or his friend, Ramsey Weiss from A Vampire in Paris. Both are very continental and with either we would tour London and Paris in style.
What is the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done?
Probably the naughtiest thing is on my first wedding anniversary, hubby and I went to Ft. Lauderdale and one night we went to a hip, chic nightclub and I began a slow striptease for hubby on the dance floor. There were a lot of people dancing on the floor, and I was partially concealed, but I did have an audience. Thank goodness we weren’t arrested! A good night! ;)
If you could choose to time travel, would you go backward or forward, and why?
Great question! I’d like to do both for totally different reasons, but if I had to choose…I’d say forward. I’d love to see my great-grandchildren. My grandchild is only seven, so that would be quite a few years in the future.

Title: Texas Heat
Release date: October 14, 2011
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, Western, Cougar
Blurb:
What a lousy forty-second birthday Charlie Reynolds is having, the only gifts—a pair of cowboy boots she bought and cake by the town’s diner proprietor. An embarrassing moment with the new veterinarian tops the day off. Divorced and lonely, she soon discovers her libido isn’t dead. Lusting after the tall and handsome doctor can’t go anywhere. No way would he be interested in a plain, older woman ready to be put out to pasture. Or so she thinks.
Zach Callahan is heating up the ladies in the town of Brady Hills. He returned to his Texas roots from Virginia to start a new life taking over a thriving practice. The first day, he meets a gorgeous woman, and is instantly smitten—cowboy boots and all. He’s only interested in heating up the sheets with one woman in Texas, and she doesn’t want anything to do with him. Or so he thinks.
Temperatures rise as the heat between Charlie and Zach reaches the boiling point.
Buy link:

Excerpt

Story Excerpt

“Ooh, sorry. Guess I hit a nerve, huh?” Emma cast a glance toward the front door and lowered her voice. “You know, I think you’re being too hard on yourself, hon. Yeah you work long hours, but look what you’ve accomplished. You’re not plain either. You look better than I did at your age, a nice slim figure, nice big hair, and can ride with the best of the cowboys in these parts. I think he is exactly the sort of guy that could put a little zip in your step, Miss Birthday Girl. It’s time you get back in the saddle and ride a man. How long has it been since you’ve had a roll in the hay or even a date?”
Emma’s wink left no doubt in Charlie’s mind she was teasing. Or was she? “I’m not interested in either one. I’ve got the ranch, and that’s my only love right now.”
“Really?” Emma looked over Charlie’s shoulder. “Tell me somethin’. If you had the opportunity wouldn’t you jump his bones?”
To be honest, Charlie couldn’t tell Emma about the last man. When did she last have a date? Damn! She couldn’t even remember the last time she had a kiss, let alone a man in her bed, saddle or a roll in the hay. “Emma, I told you, I’m not interested in taking up with no man, especially with a fancy pants like Doctor Callahan. Besides, he’s not my type.”
“What types do you like Miss Reynolds?” the low, sultry voice resonated behind her.
Oh dang! Charlie’s eyes widened staring at Emma who only flashed a wicked grin in return.
“Hey Pete, Doc Callahan. Just in time for some birthday cake,” Emma said.
For the second time within an hour, Charlie’s face blushed from embarrassment. Slowly turning on the barstool, she came to rest eyes on the face of the new vet, the strong jawline, high cheekbones, and those eyes. They were a deeper hazel, almost a golden sable, darker than earlier and she fought to tamp down the heat rushing through her body as he curled the edges of his mouth in a wicked upturned grin.
“An outdoorsy, rough riding cowboy.” Charlie lied, but pulled a description out of her head the total opposite of what the vet appeared.
“Really? Well I guess two out of three isn’t bad.” The smile grew wider. “You left this at Pete’s,” he said extending his arm with a bag in his hands.
Which two did he mean? When he handed the handles over, he brushed her fingers with his and butterflies fluttered in her stomach carrying tingles down her spine. They didn’t stop there, sharp electric zaps flowed lower. Dormant for years, her body and hormones now betrayed her. “My boots. Thank you.” Now she felt like an idiot. Geesh, I am getting old. I can’t remember shit! “I have to go. I’ll talk to you later, Emma.”

Adult Excerpt

“Perfect, now come here. I think it’s time we lose the rest of our clothes?”
No verbal response came to his suggestion; she just locked her gaze on his and walked back to his side in a slow, cat-like manner. She was enjoying this seductive dance of foreplay as much as he was from the expression and body language he displayed. Stepping closer, she placed her fingers on his tight stomach, a sliver of curly hair was visible above the low rise of his jeans. Nothing about her touch was tentative as she dragged her fingertips across his skin, stroking upward as his muscles flexed. She gazed up at him, and said, “You do it. Undress me.”
Obviously, he didn’t need a formal invitation and made quick work of the job, reaching down to the hem of her nightgown and pulled it over her head. She stood before him naked except for her lace bikini panties. The palms of his hands reached to her full breasts, massaging them, and the hard nipples perked up.
“Ohmigod.” Charlie sucked in a deep breath. A long, low moan confirmed her sensitivity and his success. How she loved a man of action. Something her ex-husband never was.
Zach nibbled along her collarbone and down to the rise of the lush breasts that had filled his hands moments earlier. Free of any constraints, her nipples were hard nubs begging to be squeezed and he obliged. Cupping the full flesh in his hands, his head inched lower. He caught first one, then the other pebble in his mouth, raking each between his teeth. Gasps of delight and moans escaped her mouth. She had other treasures he needed to explore and arched her breast into his palm, demanding more attention.
“You really want to make love to me?” she asked, breathless.
Instead of answering, Zach took her hand and placed it on the button fly of his jeans. She gasped, feeling the hard throbbing flesh beneath the denim. He released a nipple from his mouth with a pop, raising his head, their eyes met.
The deep despair and loneliness that had enveloped her earlier disappeared. She looked at Zach with joy and belonging. His sexy smile, filled with desire and excitement, had her heart thudding hard against her ribs. He wanted her. He really, truly wanted her.
No words needed to be spoken. She started to unbutton his jeans and peel them over his hips and down his legs as he continued to play with her breasts. When the jeans dropped to the floor, he stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Pressing against her, she realized he had nothing on, and his erection pushed on her belly. A sudden wetness drenched her panties.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Just Out of My Grasp -- Life with Chronic Illness

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Fibromyalgia - Mayo Clinic
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, I’ve decided to use my blog not only to writing, music, and other facets of entertainment, but, also to share my journey. On June 19, 2013, my rheumatologist told me the reason for many of my ongoing health problems is because I have systemic lupus, also known as SLE. But, after second opinions and many more doctor visits, my neurologist believes it is actually Fibromyalgia. At any rate, no autoimmune disease is a good diagnosis, but, to me, Fibromyalgia is a blessing compared to lupus.
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 …
I’d Lose My Head if it Wasn’t Attached- More Notepads than in a Chain Hotel

The #Lyrica is helping so much! The dizziness dissipated, a common side effect of the medication while adjusting to it. The prickles and pin pricks of neuropathy have very much gone away. However, my hands and feet still hurt pretty badly and seem to cramp with much intense use. I still have muscle pains, but, they are controllable for the most part.


I returned to the gym last week and began weight training again and cardio! My body loved it, but, I can tell I’ve not worked out cardio seriously in a while. Although my strength was good due to the yoga that I continued.
I have my periodic checkup with my rheumatologist this Friday. But, I’m coming to the conclusion that the diagnosis of fibromyalgia is indeed correct. I hope she doesn’t frown too much that other doctors completely changed her choice of medications. And diagnosis for that matter. But, this is all about me, remember? So, let’s see what this round of blood tests substantiates.
Physically, I feel SO much better. But, Good Gravy, my memory and brain fog continue with a vengeance!
 For example, my daughter’s birthday is January 5th, so, she gets lots of presents and celebrations within a short time span. (Time for some TMI, you may stop reading if talking about bras makes you uncomfortable.) For Christmas I bought her a beautiful bra from Victoria’s Secret. But, it didn’t fit. (it was too small…UGH!) It’s a curse that my teenager looks more like a college girl. I own 3 guns and can be very intimidating. J
So, knowing I needed to take it back to exchange, I put it back in the VS box and set it up. I later wrapped her birthday gifts.
I also wrapped the too small bra in the VS box.
WHAT?!
Sheesh
In my lapse of memory, I wrapped it, then when I went to find it to give it to her to return-- I couldn’t find it. My husband actually asked if I was developing dementia.
What did I do with it?
After a few hours of scouring, a small light flickered in my echoing mind (speaking to self)- “You wrapped it dummy.”
I then had to explain to my daughter I wasn’t sure which box it was (two were the same size). So, when she opened it for the second time, (I’m sure it still doesn’t fit) please just ignore your mother and move on.
She just smiled.
 

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

TOESday Tales....I mean Tuesday Tales...did someone think about feet?

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Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to 2014 and the first Tuesday Tales of this new year. I introduce you to a new WIP I have going. It's a bit of paranormal/mythology and erotic romance. I have not yet chosen a name for this new book, but, I won't need that for this first snippet today. Our word prompt today is "toes" and I have plenty I can say with this particular prompt. Toes can be sexy...I mean, I see many feet and toes during yoga classes. Beautiful pedicures, toe rings, even ankle bracelets can really add flare and beauty to a woman.

Without further ado...please see my snippet with "toes" as the prompt word. ***CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT*
my toes in Galveston on the beach

“There must be a catch, there is always a catch.” I almost hissed. “Please don’t waste our precious little time with empty opportunities.” I clutched Teresa tightly against me.

“I’ll leave you to make love until the sun sets below the horizon. You’ll have until then to make your decision.”

Teresa rushed out of my arms. “What is in this for you? I cannot imagine a good deed goes without reward for you.”

Psyche’s tiny feet landed on the center of a sturdy oak table. I couldn’t even make out her miniscule toes. “Nothing that will affect you, I promise. That’s all I’m allowed to say. You may continue your current arrangement or trade it, it’s that simple.” She vanished before we could ask her anything else.

I slumped next to my forever lover. “Teresa, what the hell was that?”

“I don’t know, Cara. I’m not sure what to make of Psyche’s proposal. It could contain black magic or a mysticism far worse.” Teresa positioned herself between my knees. “Fifty years seems like an eternity today, but, I can only imagine how fast it would go. Would I never touch you again after that?”

I kissed Teresa as she softly pushed me backward onto the bed.  “But, can you imagine having fifty years together, every day? I could wake up to you for hundreds of days, thousands of hours.” Tears pooled and fell down my face. I touched them, still amazed at my human advantages. “It’s a dream come true.”

Ever the skeptical human, Teresa shook her head. “At what cost? What would it be worth to lose what we have now.”

“We wouldn’t be Godforsaken statues for at least fifty years!” Anger replaced my tears.

“Please baby, don’t do this, we only have about eleven hours left now, let’s spend the rest of our time loving each other.” Teresa traced my shoulder with her tongue, then she lightly bit my supple skin. “You feel so very nice. It’s amazing.”

The throbbing ache returned between my legs and I wanted her, it seemed, more than ever. I roughly pulled her against me, we joined skin to skin from head to toe.  I arched my hips against her, and gripped her ass into me. Teresa matched my lips with a deep open mouthed kiss, her tongue forcefully probing before she softened her tongue inside my mouth.  I sucked her tongue like stick candy and she moaned, reaching for my breast.



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