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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Thursday, March 27, 2014

Are Those Histamines in Your Pocket or are You Just Happy to See Me?

Hello 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. 
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 …
Spinach and Histamines and Darn Seasonal Allergies
One of my favorite “new” foods for my healthier eating plan included lots of fresh spinach. However, after I routinely ate it several times in a row, I felt swollen and itchy at times. What I did not realize was that fresh spinach contains a high level of histamines. It isn’t the only food either. Many very healthy foods contain high levels of histamines.
As a young child, I would develop hives quite often with no known culprit. However, one pediatrician diagnosed me with a histamine imbalance. Now, he didn’t give us any clues on how to treat it, but, that term stuck with me all these years. Imagine my surprise that I find the term, Histamine Intolerance, just recently. The amount of similarities between me and the list of possible symptoms is uncanny.
I found this wonderful site among many, MindBodyGreen - Mind/Body Wellness and Green Living Tips, News, and Interviews and it gives a full article to Histamine Intolerance. When I read the common symptoms, I kept reading. According to their site:
Common symptoms of histamine intolerance include:
  • Headaches/migraines
  • Difficulty falling asleep, easily arousal
  • Hypertension
  • Vertigo or dizziness
  • Arrhythmia, or accelerated heart rate
  • Difficulty regulating body temperature
  • Anxiety
  • Nausea, vomiting
  • Abdominal cramps
  • Flushing
  • Nasal congestion, sneezing, difficulty breathing
  • Abnormal menstrual cycle
  • Hives
  • Fatigue
  • Tissue swelling
But, even further research led me to understand that my exacerbation of fibromyalgia, or even lupus, can be worsened by the histamine intolerance. Now, I have to wonder if what I actually have body wide is an extreme histamine intolerance over a more serious diagnosis.
I have an appointment with both a nutritionist and a rheumatologist soon and will ask these questions. I will talk more about some other key bodily occurrences in a future blog including:
Until then, stay healthy, do your yoga, get plenty of sleep, and eat things that don’t come in a wrapper. (well most of the time anyway.)

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Is That a Mirror? What Do You See? Hopefully not Maleficent....

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. I introduce you to a  brand new WIP I have going to spice up my resume. This book is entitled Nights Under Shining Armor. Our prompt today is a beautiful picture.  It fits perfectly in my contemporary romance, plot lined around the sensational show, Medieval Times Dinner and Tournament. Please enjoy my 300 words:

“I don’t know a thing about the Renaissance period. But, the clothes are cool.” Audrey Ryan lifted her skirt away from her feet and did a slight pirouette in the dressing room.

“Do you really want this job?” Her best friend, Kate Simmons handled another dress hanging on a loaded rack of costumes.

The entire back room was filled with smocks in a variety of colors. Surcoats with specific crests emblazoned on them represented different houses of the knights. Gowns, hoods, capes, and petticoats hung in order by size and like designs. Several mirrors adorned a long line of costume and make-up stations. The height-adjustable chairs would soon be filled with employees transforming into medieval residents.

“If being a serving wench will pay my rent, then, I’m up for the challenge.” Audrey positioned a veil atop her head and studied the look.

“If you show more cleavage, maybe you’ll get bigger tips.” Kate shrugged her shoulders and batted her eyelashes.

“This is a family show, Kate. It’s not like Hooters or something.” Audrey disappeared into a private dressing room. 

Kate raised her voice for Audrey’s benefit behind the closed door. “Maybe you’ll run into a cute knight and you can play damsel in distress.”

“I don’t do distressed, and I don’t need rescued.” Audrey retorted, distaste dripped from her words. 
“Besides they have a strict no fraternization policy and I don’t need some guy to ruin my chances for a paycheck.”

“Okay…I know, you are the rugged female carving your place successfully in the world on your own. I’m the trusty sidekick who will remind you of your need to actually have a personal life.”

Audrey emerged, dressed in her street clothes. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Katy-girl. You remind me I’m semi-human.”


“Yep, I’ll always will.”

Now that you've read my 300 words, please check out our other Tuesday Tales authors at our blog:


my new release: Sexy Bea Spelling has received some positive responses! "Jones has a vivid imagination and the story weaves together many elements that make for a sexy and entertaining read."

Monday, March 24, 2014

Book Review of Jasinda Wilder's - After Forever...Book Two in the Ever Trilogy




After Forever *****Snowflakes
by Jasinda Wilder – Book Two in the Ever Trilogy
Jasinda Wilder captured the essence of an ultimate quid pro quo...she even used that term in the book at one point.
There were times it was hard to understand how Cade and Eden could commit such a betrayal. I began to imagine Cade looking at Eden and seeing Ever. I think he gave in to the physical pain and heartache and imagined it was his Ever.
I know Ever and Eden are twin sisters, but, their connection is not as tight as some siblings, especially twins, can be. The underlying jealousy and misunderstanding each of them have for the other is evident and described so subtly. But, I knew it remained a deep part of the chasm between the sisters.
I think Eden was horribly selfish in taking what she wanted without any conscience, it’s how she treated everyone. She justified her behavior by blaming her absent father and the death of her mother, but, as human beings we all know right from wrong. She was so far wrong it was incredible.
So, why 5 stars? Because it perfectly captures real events that as the story wove together, as heartbreaking as it was, I knew how feasible it could be. Taking myself back out of Ever and Caden’s sincere romance, I could downshift into Eden and Caden’s torrid and appalling affair. It’s survival of the fittest in the form of sexual pleasure pursuit.
I know many didn’t like the story because it’s shocking to imagine, but, that’s part of why I liked it so much.
Now, on to Saving Forever to see just how this entire story is going to end…each book completely stands on its’ own in my opinion, it’s going to be tough to end this one and satisfy the reading audience. But, if anyone can do it, it’s Jasinda.


Saturday, March 22, 2014

Saturday Sippers Live (well almost) from Austin Texas and #AustinBookFest

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Today is extra special because I’m spending it in AUSTIN, TEXAS! At the #AustinBookFest -featuring some amazing authors



, devoted bloggers,

and dedicated fans.

Now, when readers and writers get together, there is usually wine involved. Maybe a little bit of chocolate and even cupcakes—or for the REALLY lucky, KOLACHES.

Straight from West, TX


But, something I look forward to after a hard week of workin’ is a red beer.

Red Beer?


There’s another name for it in these parts, and for the squeamish I’ll just apologize now…some bartenders call it a bloody beer. (no, it isn’t real blood.) I’ll just call it red beer for the sake of appeal. Further, if you’re from Mexico, or vacationed there, you might call it a Michelada. The Michelada has several variations, so, ask how your drink will be prepared before you order it. Budweiser has a canned version called the Chelada…(oh, yea… now you nod remembering you’ve seen it in the beer aisle before).
My favorite way to have a red beer starts with a draw of Coors light and add a healthy amount of Clamato juice

and a dash or three of Louisiana hot sauce.

The contents of your glass will turn a beautiful shade of Texas Ruby Red…and your tummy will thank you for the treat.


Well, time for me to get back to the fun.
Get your book on Peeps!Jasinda Wilder  Aleatha Romig Vilma's Book Blog Austin Book Fest Davee Jones Goodreads
Sexy Bea Spelling

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Giving this Tuesday Tale a Nudge in the Right Direction

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 "nudge", and I will be giving this word my best push in the right direction. LOL

Emma kept looking and my mind wandered to the surroundings. I keep my office very much different than I keep my personal space at home. I’m here to promote love, and the feeling of happily ever after. Fresh flowers always adorn a sofa table, today I have mixed carnations. I always keep one fresh rose in a bud vase on the left corner of my desk. I have assorted chocolates in a crystal bowl in the center. I can’t remember the last time I ate chocolate, but, my clients very much enjoy it.

According to the 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 Emma, 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 run 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 Emma Parker before me in my office today.

I didn’t turn Emma down before because of anything specific about her. She just didn’t fit “the mix” until now. Speaking of, it’s time to push forward with this interview. “So, Emma, are you ready to join fantasy football?” I held out a fancy, full-plumed writing quill. The elegant, flowing feather gives a glamorous touch. The pewter ink stand completes the set.

Emma signs with a trembling hand and a look of Christmas Eve across her fresh face. She is 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 it down 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.

Before the ink is fully dry, I’m ushering Emma 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.


I love my job.

Thank you for visiting and please visit our main page for many other authors' varied takes on the word "nudge".

.Tuesday Tales

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Saturday, March 15, 2014

Saturday Sippers - a Drink of a Different Kind....It's not for everyone, but might should be...

Saturday Sippers in The Locker
Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to the feature here in The Locker called Saturday Sippers. Today’s edition is going to be a little different. I’m going to talk with you about a drink…but, it isn’t one you will immediately enjoy. Matter of fact, you won’t want it for your usual happy hour. This is strictly a drink for when you will be home for several hours and have some time to relax.

The Salt Water Cleanse.

So, I’ve hit a wall with my weight loss and it’s very frustrating. I’ve been on Weight Watchers for about 3 weeks, and keep under my points. I’ve adjusted to a rabbit diet, (as these raw veggies and most fruits are zero points). I’ve been taking in extra fiber as a result. I’m in my workout routines, and feeling pretty good overall. So, can’t figure out why my weight loss stalled at 3 pounds.

My beautiful yoga instructor suggested to me I partake in a salt water cleanse or flush. She said it helps to kick start her weight loss routine when the nagging stubborn pounds won’t go away. She said it cleans your entire digestive tract from start to finish, so, that was also appealing. She told me to research on the internet and find some easy programs to use.

She also said, stay home and very close to the bathroom.

My next trip to the grocery store, I bought a high grade sea salt. It was the store brand, and I didn’t buy it from the organic and health food section. From scouring the internet, most advised to get certain types of sea salt, so, I went middle of the road and hoped for the best.

Well, the following Sunday arrived cold and dreary. Was the perfect day to stay inside and flush. I had already eaten a light breakfast, and was concerned because most of the instructions I read were to perform this flush on an empty stomach. But, I did it anyway.

The particular article I chose to follow went along the lines of my yoga instructor’s instructions. One tablespoon of salt dissolved in 32 oz warm water. However, I’m an overachiever and went with two tablespoons for good measure.

Now, you have to drink this entire 32 oz concoction within 5-10 minutes.

That’s a chore people. Especially when you’re a dumbass, I mean overachiever, like me and double the salt.

I mixed up my sodium cocktail and took the first drink. Bleck, warmed over ocean water. I imagined myself as Tom Hanks stranded with only sea water to drink. “Wilson” couldn’t even help me get this stuff down. Damn, it felt like watching the movie, Waterworld- painful and laborious.

After a few drinks, I made it about one third through the large container. That’s when my head began to spin and the nausea rolled over me like a tidal wave of “oh no you won’t”. The Revolt of all revolts began.

I sat very still and attempted to find my center of gravity. It was like toxic overload from head to toe. I managed to get up and drink some purified room temperature water. I drank as much of that as I could. Feeling defeated, I looked at my glass 2/3 full and contemplated failure. (is it really possible to see one’s glass mostly full and feel disappointment- completely goes against the saying).

Within a couple of hours, my stomach began churning and gurgling and emitting loud growling noises. The nausea had worn off for the most part, but, I wasn’t having any more of my sea salt cocktail. I kept drinking clear water. When suddenly, it hit, the storm of all storms…(borrowed a line from Burl Ives).

Let’s just say without graphic details, that apparently 1/3 of that drink was sufficient to do the dirty job. Mike Rowe would have been proud. About eight bathroom trips over the next few hours later, I spun off my last wad of toilet paper and smiled in success.

I will tell you I read sites that recommended doing this two or three times weekly. Seriously? I think NOT. Those people have some kind of fetish.

When I told Miss Beautiful Yogi that I actually did the salt water challenge, I mean cleanse, she gave me a high five. Apparently only a dozen people she’d told over the years actually went through the saline hazing. But, she cautioned, it was only to be done every six months, give or take. Simply because the colloidal combination of salt and water rinses out the good with the bad and certain good bacteria needs to reset the balance. A probiotic is highly recommended following a cleanse. Which I’m also taking.

I’m also taking the supplement, milk thistle, to improve liver function and get out some of the gunk stored all up in there.  If you’re looking for clearer skin, better weight loss, or just an all-inclusive detox, the salt water cleanse is highly effective and inexpensive. Next time, I will not double the salt, as one tablespoon will be quite enough. Even She-Ra couldn’t take that on.
But, stay close to a restroom and never trust a fart during the process. Get a good book and be ready to spend quite a bit of time in the powder room. By all means do your research and don’t take my word for it or medical advice. I’m not a doctor and I certainly don’t play one on TV.

Happy Saturday!
 
 

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Thespian Wench Thursday - Give a Warm Welcome to Lydia Michaels


 Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and welcome to The Locker. Today we have a special treat, author Lydia Michaels stopped by to share her new release with us. Please keep reading to take a peek.



Title: Faking It {McCullough Mountain 4}

Author: Lydia Michaels

Genre: Romance

Heat Level: Erotic Romance (graphic)

Book Length: 223 pages

Date of Publication: March 12, 2014 (On Amazon and other sites by March 19, 2014)


(Please Note: ARCs can be provided for previous titles in a series upon request)
Blurb:

Sheilagh McCullough has been pretending to be someone else her entire life. When she takes her rebellious act too far, her overbearing brothers decide it’s time for her to grow up and face her future. After six years of procrastination and parties, Sheilagh is finally going to college.

Dr. Alec Devereux is an ethical man, but when Sheilagh McCullough enrolls in his class, his morals as a professor are put to the test. Brilliant, tenacious, and a contradiction to herself in so many ways, Alec is enchanted by his new student and unable to resist temptation. Persistent and logical, Alec unravels the mysterious woman who has captured his heart only to discover the greatest threat to their future might be her past.

A courageous journey of the soul that confronts one woman’s fears of love and embraces the truth in her heart.


Excerpt:

“You have no right!”
“Shut up!” the three of them shouted at once.
Her eyes prickled with unshed tears as they drove. Under the passing shadows she saw each one of them staring away from her, fury stamped into their set jaws. She kicked the seat in front of her and Tristan grunted.
After she discovered Luke and Tristan’s affair, Tristan handled her with kid gloves. Sheilagh didn’t want his pity. She was tougher than that. She was a McCullough, for Christ’s sake. She had five crazy brothers and she could hold her own with every single one of them.
The farther they drove out of town, the more self-doubt crept in. “Where are we going?”
No one answered. The commercial storefronts faded away as Kelly turned the SUV onto the highway leading out of town. As they took the jug handle onto the interstate her concern doubled. Their anger was so thick it seemed to siphon the air right out of the car.
Her concern for herself doubled as her eyes rapidly blinked back tears, forcing those telling little spills to stay put where others couldn’t see. Her entire existence focused on hiding those telltale signs of weakness from the world.
She hated that her stupid, childish heart was permanently damaged and her life derailed. Since the day she’d discovered Luke and Tristan, she’d been going at the world like a runaway train, making one poor choice after another and leaving nothing but self-destruction in her wake. It was the only way she knew to control the pain, control herself. But in truth, over the last few years she felt out of control and with every stupid transgression came another reason to hate herself.
She wasn’t sure she’d ever be normal again. She wasn’t breaking hearts, just breaking herself, battering pieces of her broken heart, little by little, with each poor decision.
Suddenly the car swerved. She slammed into Luke and he pushed her off. Gravel spewed under the tires as Kelly tore onto the shoulder and threw the SUV in park.
It was dark and no one said a word. Fear tickled her spine. Why were they there? It was completely dark and eerie and she wondered if this was their version of some kind of confessional.
The sound of their breathing sawed out of their lungs and she waited. Luke, of course, broke the silence. “Are you out of your god damn mind?”
She turned to unleash the fury inside of her. “Oh, shut up, Luke! You have no right to pass judgment on me!”
Kelly swiveled in his seat, his blue eyes boring into her through the dark. “What did you suspect people would do after you bared your titties for the town? Praise you? Christ, Sheilagh, use your fucking head!”
“Like you have any room to talk, Kelly! There isn’t a woman in Center County who hasn’t seen your wank!”
“And do you think I didn’t pay a price for my actions, Sheilagh?” Kelly stormed.
No, she didn’t. Kelly lived the high life and still managed to find his soul mate. No one in this car had a right to even pretend they understood what it felt like to be invisible.
“It’s like the sheep fucker!” Kelly snarled and turned toward the windshield.
What? “What?”
“Shamus the sheep fucker!” her brother snapped. “The old Irishman in the bar that built the church and sailed the sea, but no one remembers that because he fucked one sheep.”
“No one’s fucking a sheep, you moron!”
“Well, what do you think people would say if you started stripping? You wouldn’t be Sheilagh the beautiful McCullough or Sheilagh the genius. No, you’d only be Sheilagh the stripper. Do you want that kind of reputation?”
She crossed her arms over her breasts and glared out the window.
Tristan turned. “Why would you do this, Shei?”
She blinked repeatedly. Because no one notices me anymore. Forcing an expression of indifference, she shrugged. “Why not?”
“You’re better than that. You know you are,” he said in a soft voice.
She didn’t know what to say back. Maybe she wasn’t better than that. Maybe that’s all she was meant to be, a stripper in some Podunk town.
Luke wouldn’t look at her, but she still heard him growl. “This is bullshit. When are you going to grow up?”
She pivoted and turned her glare on him. “Me? How about you, Luke? When are you going to grow up? You have an awful lot to say about how everyone lives their life, when you don’t have the balls to let the world see who you really are!”
The car grew deathly silent. Kelly said her name in warning and she snapped. “No! I’m sick of it! Just say it! Say it!”
“What do you want me to say?” Luke roared.
Tristan’s stare cut to her and she felt a pinch of regret much like the lament she saw in his eyes. Why couldn’t they just come out and let everyone know they were in love?
“This isn’t about Luke,” Tristan said quietly. “It never was. I’m sorry, Sheilagh. I know this isn’t what you asked for, but sometimes life is unfair.”
She fumed as she glared back at him. “I wanna go home.”
No one said anything for quite some time. “You’re going away,” Kelly finally announced.
“What?”
“You’re going to college. There’s nothing for you here and you know it. It’s time for you to get on with your life and make something of yourself.”


Author Bio:

Bestselling author, Lydia Michaels, writes all forms of hot romance. She presses the bounds of love and surprises readers just when they assume they have her stories figured out. From Amish vampyres, to wild Irishmen, to broken heroes, and heroines no man can match, Lydia takes readers on an emotional journey of the heart, mind, and soul with every story she pens. Her books are intellectual, erotic, haunting, always centered on love.

Thank you for stopping by! I love hosting authors in The Locker. I wish you many sales. 


Lydia Michaels loves to hear from readers! She can be contacted by email at Lydia@LydiaMichaels.org


Other Titles by Lydia Michaels:

Falling In
Breaking Out
Coming Home
Sacred Waters
Skin
Chaste
Faking It
Forsaking Truth
As Tears Go By
Simple Man
Breaking Perfect
White Chocolate
All 4 You
To Catch a Wolfe
Chasing Feathers
Called to Order
Calling for a Miracle
Destiny Calls
Call Her Mine

McCullough Mountain: Family Tree


Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Book, Review! Driven by K. Bromberg


 
 Book Review ***1/2 snowflakes

Driven by K. Bromberg – the Driven Trilogy – Driven, Fueled, Crashed

I decided to broaden my horizons both as a writer and a reviewer and join some readers’ Facebook groups. An online book club of sorts, I downloaded the first book in the Driven Trilogy, Driven, to catch up with the rest of the group, who were already on Crashed, the third book. So, I’m still one book behind, Fueled.

Ms. Bromberg’s succinct writing style did not disappoint me. She did a very good job setting up the story and introducing the characters. She did not give away too much at one time, which I like.  I noticed several proofing errors, for example using seam vs. seem in the wrong spelling format. But, it only slightly detracted from my overall review.

I did not feel the Hero, Colton, was completely likable. While it may seem romantic or thrilling to have a guy so desperately wanting you, it’s hard to accept what almost seemed like a stalker.  Rylee was a hostage to the situation at times.  If anyone needs some serious healing, it’s Rylee. She’s been through more than most people, and she sees so much human suffering on a daily basis. She works with disadvantaged kiddos and wants them to develop self-worth and accept love. So, I expected she demand more from a lover than the crumbs Colton throws her way.

On one hand, we want our heroine, Rylee, to re-establish her securities and self-esteem, but on the other hand, we are rooting for her to become Colton’s sex toy with no promise of anything more. If anything, he uses her and tosses her to the side. How many times will she let that happen? I know, I’ve been in the same boat and loved to hate the relationship I held onto by the skin of my teeth. Knowing what I do now, I still would have been in the thick of the same hot mess-- Which is why I still enjoyed this read. I learned as few important things about myself from my personal train wreck of human involvement.

All in all, Ms. Bromberg writes a believable story about relationships. Because, in reality, people get scared, run from love and deliberately sabotage a good thing to keep from getting hurt. But, I sure hope this series has an eventual HEA that involves some love and expectations equality.




Tuesday Tales and the "END"

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to Tuesday Tales. I introduce you to a  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 prompt today is the word "end".  As a writer, one of our favorite things to type is "the end",  although it might not always be the favorite thing for a reader to read. :)


“Kal and I are headed into town for a supply run. Anybody want anything?” Caleb’s hair was freshly combed and still slightly wet from a recent shower.

“Dude, are you wearing cologne?” Owen leaned toward Caleb and took a big whiff. “That shirt you’re wearing doesn’t even have a stain on it either.”

“Cut it out man, I just took a shower, that’s all.” Caleb shrugged his shoulders and as hard as he tried, he couldn’t shake the sheepish look he had on his face.

Leandra took a long sip of her iced tea. “I think you and Kal are going on a date. Your flimsy offer to get us something from town was to throw off the scent. But, if it smells like a date and walks like a date, then, it’s a date.”

“Don’t you mean if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, then, it’s a duck?” Kalista appeared from the hallway in a colorful sundress and summer sandals. She was sliding a shawl over her shoulders. Her hair glistened and curtained down to her mid-back. Kalista had on a touch of mascara and pink lip gloss.

“Yea, but, a date isn’t a duck, so, I had to change it some, anyway…stop trying to change the subject. We know you two are boyfriend and girlfriend. That’s old news. But, trying to ditch us is a new thing.” Leandra turned to Owen. “So, it starts. We are not the trusty sidekicks anymore, we are the third and fourth wheels.” She stopped mid-thought and adopted a quizzical expression.  “But, if you think about it, a car can’t go anywhere with just two wheels. So, you kinda need us.”

Caleb shook his keys in her direction. “Maybe I’ll buy myself a motorcycle then.” He put his hand on Kalista’s back and they scooted out the front door before anyone could argue. The screen door lightly slammed with a succinct finish to the conversation.

Owen sat down next to Leandra on the couch. “We could play dominoes or cards or something.” Owen glanced down to his watch. “It’s very early in the evening.”

“Oh, yea, and I bet Pearl is coming over or something, so, you’re just seeing how much time you have to spend with me. It’s the beginning of the end, I can see it now.”

“No way, Lea. We are buddies, so, you pick it and we will do it.”

“Are you certain Pearl isn’t coming over?” Her lip stuck out just slightly.

“Pearl has to work tonight, so it’s just you and me kid.” Owen brushed hair away from her eyes. “What are you sad about?”

Leandra grabbed a pillow and hugged it into her stomach. “I’m not sad, it’s just hard. Everything is fine when we are in a group, but, now, we are starting to pair off and I’m literally the third wheel.”

“Why don’t you have a fella of your own? You’re a beautiful girl…and smart and funny.”

Leandra looked around the room before she leaned in close to Owen and whispered. “I’ve got a confession to make. I’m really very shy.”

Owen chuckled and gently gave her a push on the shoulder. “Right…you? Shy? I ain’t buying it.”

Her eyes bubbled with tears. “I can talk to you, but, I wouldn’t have any idea what to say to a guy.”

“Oh, really? Thanks a lot, so, now I’m a… duck?”

She immediately busted into girlish laughter. “No, silly goose, you aren’t a duck. You’re Owen.”


“Owen the goose, has a nice ring to it. But, I’m still not sure you could sell it.”



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Thursday, March 6, 2014

Thespian Wench Thursday - Please Welcome Laurie White

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers....today in The Locker we have the lovely, Laurie White. Today, Laurie will give away a copy of her new release to one lucky reader. So, please give her a shout out in the comments section and leave contact information. She will draw one name. 

As is my rule on Thespian Wench Thursday....the guest takes over...so, Laurie, take it away!

Thanks for hosting me, Davee! It is always nice to guest on a fellow author's blog. I write romantic suspense, which is also my favorite genre to read...I just love that combination of danger and passion, and it's pretty fun coming up with a nasty, evil villain in addition to a smoldering, seductive hero and a feisty, sexy heroine! Rachel and Matt are both trying to put tragic pasts behind them, yet are drawn to each other despite their misgivings. I do hope your blog readers will check out WITHOUT A TRACE!


EXCERPT:

Something wasn't right. 
Rachel Bennett felt uneasy from the moment she'd set foot in her sister's apartment. A bead of perspiration trickled between her shoulder blades. 
She'd been unable to reach her younger sister Paige for the past three days. She hadn't even shown up at work. Rachel cut short a long-awaited Palm Springs vacation out of concern for her. The three-hour drive back to Los Angeles this morning was a blur. 
“Paige?” 
Something made her almost whisper the word. She paused outside Paige's half-open bedroom door before peering into the sun-splashed room. A hint of Paige's signature scent, Ed Hardy, hung in the air. The bed, normally covered with a cheerful floral comforter, sat unmade in the messy room. Unusual for her neatnik sister. 
She would never just take off like this. At least not willingly. 
What's happened to my sister? 
Rachel noticed several black smudges on the wall by the window. A nervous feeling gnawed at her. Slowly, she stepped into the bedroom, toward the telephone. She needed to call for help. 
“Police! Stop right there.” 
The resonant male voice was strong and authoritative. Rachel froze, confused, blood pounding in her head. The hair on the back of her neck prickled. “I'm Rachel Bennett. My sister, Paige Bennett, lives here. I have a key.” 
“Okay. Turn around.” 
In slow, careful movements, Rachel complied. Her pulse thrummed even harder as she came face-to-face with the most overwhelming man she'd ever laid eyes on. His features were rugged and darkly handsome, his hair black as sin. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she'd been holding. 
A twinge of wariness assailed Rachel as her gaze took in the man. All in all, he made a dangerously sexy package despite his ordinary dark gray suit and tie. He looked like no cop she'd ever seen, but his open-legged stance and the familiarity with which he held his pistol—aimed at her—seemed to show years of experience on the force. Or simply a lot of practice using a gun. 
Certainly he won't shoot, she told herself, heart crashing hard against her chest. “Can I see your ID?” 
The man's steely dark eyes never left hers as he unclipped the gold badge from his belt and held it out to her. 
“Matt Romero, LAPD Detective Support and Vice,” he said. 
Rachel studied the badge. In her work as a writer for Southland Life magazine, she'd seen enough cop badges to know this was the real thing. What sort of trouble could Paige be in? 
“How did you…” 
“The apartment manager let us in. We had a search warrant.” He lowered his gun, then clipped his badge back onto his belt. 
“Search warrant? Has something happened to Paige?” A cold knot formed in the pit of her stomach. Although a part of her didn't want to know, her reporter's instinct demanded answers. 
Skepticism flickered across Romero's face, but as he studied her he seemed to relax. He holstered his weapon. “I saw a photo on the desk over there of you with your sister. You resemble each other very much. Why don't we sit down?” He motioned toward the living room. 
Rachel trudged down the hallway, struggling to prepare herself for whatever this man was about to tell her. Horrifying possibilities whirled in her mind. Had Paige been arrested for some reason? Worse yet, badly hurt or even—no, she couldn't allow herself to think about that last one. A shudder rippled through her. 
Then she felt one of the detective's large hands on the center of her back. The guiding gesture, although gentle, unnerved her. The heat from his palm burned through the thin fabric of her blouse. She walked a bit faster. 
In the living room, Rachel sank into Paige's comfortable powder blue sofa. She took a deep breath to calm herself, but her stomach knotted up when Romero settled into the chair beside the sofa, right next to her. 
“Why are you here, Detective? Where is Paige?” 
“That's what my partner and I are trying to find out, Ms. Bennett.” 
“What do you mean?” she asked, managing to sound a lot less anxious—and a lot less aware of the man across from her—than she really was. 
He looked her dead in the eye. “Your sister is missing, Ms. Bennett.”




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ABOUT LAURIE:

Laurie White is the author of two romantic suspense novels from Sweet Cravings Publishing. Her latest novel, WITHOUT A TRACE, was released January 30, 2014 from Secret Cravings Publishing. Laurie is a member of Romance Writers of America and Georgia Romance Writers. Aside from writing, she enjoys reading, spending time with family, traveling, and watching movies. She is the proud mama of four adorable cats and lives in the hills of Tennessee.

PUBLISHED NOVELS:
WITHOUT A TRACE - Available NOW from Secret Cravings Publishing!
TWIST OF FATE - February 2013 from Sweet Cravings Publishing
DESERT HEAT - October 2012 from Sweet Cravings Publishing



Laurie, thank you so much for joining me and I hope you visit again soon. Readers, please remember to comment!!