finless-Davee Jones' Locker

WIN WIN WIN!!! It's a Blog Hop Coming to You in April!

2012-03-11T12:41:00.001-05:00

F*$% is Not the Only Word I Know

2012-03-09T10:08:00.000-06:00

Hello Fellow Fathomers! Today in The Locker, not only am I celebrating Friday, I celebrate each and every one of us who use “Big Words”. Most of us have heard the joke, “uh-oh, they’re gonna start spelling the big words in front us soon”, in reference to someone unintentionally underestimating our intelligence or level of understanding. I’m just as guilty as anyone else, ask my “growing up way too quickly” kids.

I believe erotic romance, and even mainstream romance, books, at times, sometimes become erroneously classified as simply elementary or lacking substance. For every rough-riding, clusterf-ing, limited verbal skills sausage-fest, there is also a witty, poignant romantic piece of printed success-even if the “F” word is involved. Oh, and Heaven forbid we say the word, (peeking around to see if anyone is looking) “clit”. GASP!!

By the way, if I write one of those rough-riding, clusterf-ing, limited verbal skills sausage-fest sex rush books, it’s my prerogative, as Bobby Brown so eloquently sang. Don’t be hatin’ or judgin’ just cause I want to get my gritty side on. It will not be long until I write another story using words that exceed three syllables. I promise to do my best to provide quality reading for you, regardless of the depth level of the story. (For the record, sometimes I enjoy using a crayon for purposes of expressing my creativity. bahaha)

If we plan to attain a level of success as writers, we must assume we need to continue creating quality stories worthy of your time. Just as you, the Radiant Reader, can safely assume a book based upon romance, erotic or otherwise, has the potential to hold significant substance and entertain your brain as well as your private parts. For the Rad Readers who simply want a diversion from the daily grind, yes, successful fiction transports you and provides an escape. However, it does not always mean flourishing, entertaining fiction cannot deliver a message, thought-provoking plot line, or might even teach a reader something.

Even if those lessons include Bedroom Skills 101- Or, beyond, for those pursuing their B.Ed., oops, I mean M.Ed. ;)

A Sadist in Masochist Clothing

2012-03-06T11:23:00.000-06:00

Sarah Went Left of center

I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, I’m Sarah, the fictional female protagonist from Finless, who has some very real psychological roots. I know many times, we characters like to grant interviews to give you, the radiant reader, a bit of background into our inner workings. However, you may get more than you bargained for during the first several chapters of our story. So, I decided to add a few of my thoughts to the normal set up. I don’t need a beverage, comfy chair, or fancy chocolates-I simply need your attention for a few moments as I share some gritty truths about my life.

I could be anyone, anywhere, any gender, race, or ethnicity.

I realize my reactions happened in a flash, within seconds lives forever changed. How many times have we all gone left of center in our lives and negatively affected someone else? When we speak without thinking, we unleash verbal dragons that can bring someone down in flames.

Death does not always occur physically.

My insensitivity led me to become too arrogant in embracing my right to-

· Say what I want!

· Be entitled to my whims!

· Make you accept my way of thinking!

· Agree with me!

· Treat people however I please!

· Fail to care about consequences!

Wow, how sad is all of this?

I participated in negligent activities, automatically including others time and again in my choices, the epitome of selfishness. The list of examples of what I did is as endless as the arguments are for my RIGHT to do any of it.

It became disgusting and gluttonous behavior.

My inalienable rights were not meant to extend to inflict grief upon someone else. Mental, physical, or otherwise. Seriously.

Who am I to put all this out there into scathing words? I’m the person who needs to hear this on a daily, that’s who I AM. I’m just as guilty and know this because Nathaniel once told me “you lack compassion.” Bahahahaha, that was my first reaction. For a short moment, I thought he was joking, but Nathaniel rarely jokes. When Nathaniel, the self-proclaimed king of arrogance, accused me of lacking compassion, I took careful heed.

Nowadays, I not only feebly attempt to understand, but, I cram myself into the shoes of humanity and step out of my own narrow-minded Jimmy Choos.

I learned many things from my time with Nathaniel, my lust for blatant sexuality just one parting gift of our time together, but, I also learned how to love and be loved. Maybe the greatest gift he could have ever bestowed.

Find out what I mean and check Finless out for yourself. The book will shock, sadden, arouse, and inspire you, I guarantee you will walk away wondering how in the world any of us ever made till “The End”.

Coming April 2012

Aphrodisiac Anyone

2012-03-01T20:02:00.002-06:00

Hello Fellow Fathomers!!! Today is another edition of the Friday Flash Fiction. 100 words, no more-no less, where we describe what we see in one photo. What would you say about this:

It was not the Fountain of Youth that they’d searched for all their lives. Yet, after dipping their bodies into the tranquil waters, something magical indeed happened. The water had the faint scent of olive oil and citrus, and felt deliciously sensuous with the slippery feeling of the finest most luxurious emollient.

It wasn’t just the way the water caressed their bodies. The magical sense of passion, excitement, and sheer joy overwhelmed their senses and rejuvenated their love for one another. They had indeed found a true aphrodisiac when everyone else in the world had given up even finding it.

Now that you have read my interpretation, please check the blogs of my friends for their imaginative prose. Be aware, some of the other blogs may contain explicit material. Happy Friday everyone!!!

Muffy Wilson: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com/
Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Yvonne Nicolas: http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/
Naomi Shaw: http://midnightfantasieswithnaomishaw.blogspot.com/
Michelle Chatton: http://michellechatton.blogspot.com/
Kendel Davi: http://kendeldavi.wordpress.com/
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Davee Jones: http://finless.blogspot.com/
Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/
Benjamin Russell: http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/

Davy Jones Meet Davee Jones....

2012-03-01T11:34:00.001-06:00

Hello Fellow Fathomers~

Today in The Locker we pay tribute to one of my favorite celebrities in the world- Davy Jones. Many of you, my dedicated readers, may not realize my actual given name is, in fact, Davee Jones. The only difference is it is spelled in a more feminine manner. Through my years on this planet, I've been teased about being a pirate, a rock star, and even Davy Crockett --(and, for the record, I've never "kilt a bear"). Most of the teasing came in the spirit of good fun, and I enjoyed it, to some extent. It was not alwasy easy having such a unique name, but, I've come to embrace it.

The sadness comes in that with each passing day, we are all growing older, and with it the joys of the present quickly become warm memories. I've personally experienced four full decades of fashion trends, music trends, changing politics, technological advances, and ordinary triumphs and tragedies. Heroes emerge, yet for some of them, they tarnish their achievements-and it may take years in between- then we all feel betrayed in one way or another. We are left wondering, what happened to "so and so", they had it all going for them and just threw it away.

It is then when we lose a celebrity icon like Davy Jones, we realize in the midst of our sadness, that not all those in the public eye become tainted. Many overcome Hollywood-type pressures and obstacles to remain, if not an inspiration, at least a pleasant reminder of what a celebrity influence should be to all of us, especially the young fans.

Therefore, we are left reminiscing of our days gone by and what life was like at one time, with rotary phones, party telephone lines, vinyl 45 records, and bikes with banana seats. I don't know about you, but, sometimes, I dig in my heels wanting a bit of the past back again-especially when I want to throw my touch screen so called smart phone. But instead we are left singing light-heartedly, "Take the last train to Clarksville, and I'll meet you at the station..." and smiling at what once was.

Rest in peace, Davy Jones.

Break Up Remorse-Revisited

2012-02-27T11:26:00.000-06:00

Break up remorse is buyer’s remorse in reverse. After shopping and spending your electric bill on some space taker you’ve never in life seen before you put it in your cart, it’s hard when you get home and realize you actually have to take it out of your car.

“Can’t I take it back”, you think to yourself. “It’s not too late, the charges will be reversed on my bank card before the electric bill due date”…Been there, done that and have several t-shirts and monogrammed handbags to prove it.

Breaking up is very similar, and the thought of being alone rather than in a dead-end relationship may cause us to desperately cling to one more thing we do not need—in the closet or otherwise. Get over it. We do not have the right nor the privilege to play hide and go seek with a lover’s emotions. Holding on out of selfishness is cruel.

I’ve seen the result first hand.

Maybe you are randy baby and know that relief is a text or phone call away. You know you can call the human dangling participle formerly known as your GF or BF and they will indulge your selfish carnal need. Maybe you hang around an extra few minutes, maybe an extra day, heck you have nothing better to do. But, it all ends up the same, you take off without a kiss goodbye and scramble out of there inviting a speeding ticket.

You suck because he or she does it well…hmm…get that one?

When you are on the receiving end of poignant red rover red rover, do not fall victim to the horny whims of some merciless ex. It will not end up well; you WILL end up listening to 80’s Chicago and Air Supply and somewhere in the middle eat an entire bag of Fritos, licking the salt from the bottom of the bag, much like an animal licking its wounds.

Step away from the wolverine trap known as the “ex’s” (oh, and put down the second bag of Fritos.)

The giver or the receiver, either way, people are not disposable, no matter how much we wish they were.

Stop sucking; you have a better life to live than that. Only when you find the one who reciprocally and generously sucks should you ever let your guard…or your knickers down.

Skin Against Skin - FFF

2012-02-23T20:01:00.002-06:00

Welcome Fellow Fathomers and thank you for joining me in The Locker for the Friday Flash Fiction. It's where a crazy group of us get together and write exactly 100 words, no more-no less, about a specific photo for the week.

Check out this intriguing shot:

“You said you were open to anything, so, why do you turn your head away?” He whispered, pushing her down into the triple layer chocolate cake.

“When I said anything, I had no idea you meant sploshing! I’m getting frosting up my feminine wiles.” She giggled, attempting to shift away from his tightening grip. However, his growing arousal indicated she should prepare for the duration.

“Oh, babe, doesn’t it feel amazing against your skin? The combination of cake and your exquisite deliciousness is almost too much! Now, darling, get ready, because she is about to splash more milk our way!”

Yummy! Now that you have read my interpretation, please visit my friends for their imaginative take on this photo. Caution, some of the other blogs may be hotter than jalapenos, containing explicit content.

Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Naomi Shaw: http://midnightfantasieswithnaomishaw.blogspot.com/
CR Guiliano http://crguiliano-author.blogspot.com/
Yvonne Nicolas: http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/
Sara York: http://sarayork.blogspot.com/
Davee Jones: http://finless.blogspot.com/
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
AuroraRose Andromeda: http://rollingmuseintheroses.blogspot.com/
Michelle Chatton:http://michellechatton.blogspot.com/
ER Pierce http://www.erpierce.com/
Benjamin Russell: http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/
Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/

Let's Meet a Sadist

2012-02-23T14:33:00.005-06:00

Welcome to The Locker today, Fellow Fathomers! Thursday’s blog discusses my upcoming book, Finless. Finless is a dark journey into the recesses of human extremities. If you have ever had a dark thought and wondered how “normal” it was, please realize that everyone has abrasive thoughts, edgy desires, and intense feelings at one time or another. It is how we choose to act on those mental barrages that separate the masses.

Sarah, Nathaniel, and Lily resist unconditional love as they feed primal desires. Not believing the possibility of having it all, they struggle to believe that they, the “least of these”, rightfully deserve a lifetime of love and happiness-- Especially with how graphically and unconventionally they choose to express themselves.

Each of the characters comes to realize how tortured their lives have become. Violent images, dreams, and actions occur as they spiral downward into their dark existence. Reaching personal impasses, they must decide how they will make their lives better. In the process, they must also mend broken intimate relationships with the ones they love.

This erotic, edgy tale describes and embraces elements of s/M lifestyle. Their personal proclivities are not condemned, but rather embraced to fill the voids in their emotional existence.

If a fish does not have fins, it becomes lifeless and sinks helplessly to the bottom of the water.

Humans are exactly the same way.

Today, my privilege is also welcoming Nathaniel to The Locker. Normally a recluse, and rarely granting interviews, he chose to share a glimpse into his personal life with us:

· Hello Nathaniel, hope today finds you well.

Yes, life is what I choose to make it. Very few outside influences affect me.

· I must agree with you on that one. Can I get you anything as we begin?

Actually, a sparkling water with slice of lime would be great.

· Coming right up. (hmmm, is he showing his Diva side right now or what?) Here you go, chilled to satisfaction?

Perfect.

· I know how much perfection means to you. Okay, now down to business-Tell me the difference between good and exceptional.

“Good” is what the average man or woman is willing to settle for. “Good” may as well be defined as mediocre, in my personal opinion. If a person compromises for “good”, they may just have low expectations. On the other hand, if we demand “exceptional”, we demonstrate our desire for something above reproach, and should rarely be disappointed with our choices. Although, I’ve been disappointed by many people over the years. (lowers voice) Beginning with my parents…However, that’s as far as I want to go with that one right now.

· Do you think a leader should be feared or liked?

“Fear” is synonymous with “control”, if your subordinates do not fear you, then; you have lost control of them. I hold the power of the paycheck with my employees, and they generally do as I wish. I do not expect them to complete assignments outside of their professional purview. It matters nil to me if anyone likes me or not.

· What about Lily, does she fear you?

Lily is not my subordinate.

· What about Sarah?

Sarah enjoys fearing me.

· How do you feel about taking no for an answer?

I cannot remember the last time someone told me “no”. I would respect it as a safe word, but that’s a bit trite for a safe word, don’t you think?

· How would you feel about working for someone who knows less than you?

That would never happen. If someone expects me to take orders, they better have the upper hand in all matters pertaining to intelligence, procedure, and influence. I have yet to meet anyone resembling that.

· What three character traits would your friends use to describe you?

I have few friends, as I have not the time nor the inclination for small talk and banter about personal issues. However, anyone who knows me, even slightly, would probably say I’m an arrogant, controlling, perfectionist impossible to please.

· Ah, but, it seems Lily may know something different?

Details regarding my relationship with Lily are not part of this interview. I prefer to leave her out of things right now. She has been through enough.

If you could be any character in fiction, who would you be?

E. Edward Grey

· Nathaniel, thank you very much for spending a bit of time with our fans today. Would you be willing to visit again, possibly after the world reads our story?

It is definitely possible. But, for now, I have other obligations and must bid you adieu.

Now that you have read a bit of behind the scenes information about the mysterious, Nathaniel. Please take a moment to read an excerpt from the upcoming, Finless:

Sarah awakened to the feel of ice on her head and realized she was lying on Nathaniel’s office sofa. She was completely embarrassed at the spectacle she herself was at the center of. His office door was still closed and they were alone. He was seated beside her on the couch, gently saying her name. He was so close, she no longer noticed the embarrassment she felt. All she knew was his smell was the most tantalizing thing she had ever experienced. He was a combination of black pepper, musk, and subtle spice. The pain from the bump to her head provided a foreign adrenaline; the hot ache returned between her thighs and she could no longer contain her physical desires.
As he reached to touch her head, she grabbed his hand and guided him to her newly shaven area, under her skirt. He was surprised only for a moment, before he allowed himself to touch the smooth wet skin under the tight fabric. He was delighted she wore no panties, although he suspected as such because she rarely had those tell tale lines under her office clothing. He was definitely paying attention to Sarah’s wardrobe, or more importantly, the silhouette underneath.

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2012-02-17T10:07:00.000-06:00

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What Is a Kill Kit, Really?

2012-02-16T21:42:00.000-06:00

Hello Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to FFF, the Friday Flash Fiction series. Where my friends and I have one photo prompt and write exactly 100 words to describe what we see.

I hope he approves of my technique. It looks like she is falling for it. “Do you live around here?” He asked the question innocuously in her ear.

As she lightly held his wrist, she slightly slurred her words. ‘Not far, come over for a nightcap. Only thing, you might have to endure my roommate.”

Oh, two for the price of one-even better. “Is this a girl roommate or a boyfriend?” He required clarification.

“Yes, silly, a girl!”

His mentor, watched diligently, waiting for the signal. As soon as they left, he would follow-with their “play” kit in the trunk.

Now that you have absorbed my interpretation, visit some of my friends for more sassy storytelling. Caution, some of the other writers will have some very explicit 100 words, so, be ready for the heat!!!!

Lisa Worrall: http://lworrall.blogspot.com
Naomi Shaw: http://midnightfantasieswithnaomishaw.blogspot.com/
Katie Harper: http://katieharperwrites.blogspot.com/
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
CR Guiliano: http://crguiliano-author.blogspot.com/
Benjamin Russell: http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/
ER Pierce http://www.erpierce.com
Christian Jensen: http://horrorwritingdaddy.blogspot.com
Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com/
Venus Cahill: http://venusbookluvr.blogspot.com/
Sara York : http://sarayork.blogspot.com
Yvonne Nicolas: http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/
AuroraRose Andromeda: http://rollingmuseintheroses.blogspot.com
Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/
Cassandre Dayne: http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/
Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Davee Jones: http://finless.blogspot.com/
Kendel Davi: http://kendeldavi.wordpress.com

Why Try Harder?

2012-02-15T10:30:00.000-06:00

Good Afternoon Fellow Fathomers!

Today in The Locker I address the subject of winning. However, I do not approach the subject as vehemently as Charlie Sheen, “The only thing I’m addicted to right now is winning.” Winning is not my personal addiction, however, finishing strong is my drug of choice.

For me, this entire thought process began when my first book, On Ellicott Street, hit the worldwide web. I happy danced around, had a couple of gin and tonics to celebrate, and chowed on oysters on the half-shell with my family. A few friends even stopped by the local hangout, Pick Six, because I advertised it as my book release happy hour. I chatted and handed out a few bookmarks. It was awesome.

The high lasted for about 24 hours before the realization hit, “Oh, shit, just because it’s OUT there DOES NOT mean it will sell well.”

Panic-stricken moment anyone? If you’ve been there, done that, can I get an “amen”?

And, so began the labor intensive process of pimping myself out for any guest blog parties that would graciously take me, and THANK YOU to all who have allowed me to stop by. I contacted newspapers, scoured advertising prices, and wracked my brain for creative ways to market on a budget.

“Ummm, hello? Note to self, this book has only been out for 12 days.”

However, as I watch my Amazon sales rating like a hawk and the extreme changes in my position, (I was actually down to like 40K rank at one point-whoo hooo!) Now, stifling at around 150K rank, the panic sets in once again.

Today, after spending quite a bit of time emailing more newspapers for possible advertising and a couple reviewers, I looked at my publisher’s website, Secret Cravings Publishing, to login for my author details. When, really, could it be??? Why, yes, even after I checked three times, blinked a few more times, there it is---

Bestsellers-

3. On Ellicott Street

“I’m number 3, why try harder?”—Nah, I’m not that kind of girl.

Number 3 is only the beginning….I hope…I want to be on more lists.

I dedicate this blog to each and every author out there trying to make somebody’s bestseller list somewhere. May we all grace the New York Times someday.

To close, in the words of Charlie Sheen, “I think I’m worth over a 100 BILLION dollars, but that’s just on a cellular level.”

Bahahahaha!

PURCHASE LINKS FOR ON ELLICOTT STREET:

http://www.amazon.com/On-Ellicott-Street-ebook/dp/B00768TDH0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1328624694&sr=8-1

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s?keyword=Davee+Jones&store=allproducts&page=%2Findex.asp&prod=univ&pos=&box=

http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=index&cPath=5

And, a few words from the upcoming, Finless—

“The basement was transformed into a medieval dungeon. The detail would mesmerize not only the s/M enthusiast, but, was tasteful and included authentic pieces to fascinate even the most pristine historical curator. Nathaniel was adamant that the room not be tawdry or cheap in appearance.
It would be a place of classic beauty and pain.
He purchased the pieces himself and had them delivered to her place. He also contracted the services of carpenters and masons to get the work done professionally. It was a small token he would allow her to keep once he was bored with his time with her. It was the least he could do.
It was one large room. The interior walls were an old English style cobblestone. In one corner a swinging bed made simply of a black wooden slab hanging by chains from the ceiling. There was enough room around the bed to participate in activities from any direction. Sometimes, Nathaniel required Lily to sleep there alone when he was visiting. There would be no Egyptian cotton sheets or pillows of any kind for her comfort. However, on more than one occasion, Lily slept tightly against the hard wood, mummified in plastic wrap against the cold black surface.
In another corner, a large stretching rack tilted ominously. The crude wooden wheel at one end could be turned to pull the limbs in directions close to the breaking point. Just above the rack from the ceiling hung a long chain on a pulley, which Nathaniel used to achieve a similar result. However, standing while slowly being stretched up by the chain created the most beautiful illusion of streamlined curves and sensuous positions of the female body. When Nathaniel chose to stretch Lily, she would be wearing nothing, and he would slowly and carefully bind her hands by the leather cuffs at the bottom of the hanging chain. She would begin flat footed, and he would walk slowly around her body and as he touched and caressed, he would begin to pull the chain and her arms would first move further upward. As her breasts flattened and her torso began to cave from the upward pull of the chain, she would move from flat footed, to the balls of her feet and finally upon her tip toes, much like in pointe ballet.
Nathaniel was not so cruel as to require her to hold this position for long, but, the beauty of her elongated frame was so appealing to him, he might require this from Lily more than once during a visit. Her toes sometimes becoming cramped and sore, and at times, bruised from her weight bearing down on them.
Against one wall was a small fireplace. More than one type of fire poker and branding irons were in the steel stand next to it. Nathaniel had never branded Lily, this would leave a permanent mark on her body and he was not inclined to make anything permanent with her unless he changed his mind about his intentions. These items were simply there as the “promise ring” symbol of what could possibly be achieved.
In front of the opposite wall was a “T” shaped rack, built from wooden timbers. Chains and cuffs dangled precariously from the top of the rack. Next to the rack were an assortment of cat o nine tails, floggers, crops, and leather whips. He could chain Lily from front or back and could inflict cracking and whooshing to her breasts or buttocks.
A pillory, old-fashioned school desk, barbers’ chair, and armoire were scattered around the room. A simple sink and toilet were discreetly mounted in a back corner.
In another corner, a large chest held a variety of costumes, wigs, shoes, and a first aid kit. Although, they never had a need before, one can never be too careful when playing in this type of environment. Although they shared a “safe” word in the event the activities went too far, she never before spoke it aloud to stop anything Nathaniel was doing to her. This pleased him immensely and demonstrated extreme loyalty and cooperation on her behalf. Nathaniel knew Lily so well that he knew her limits, and for her safety, would not press her beyond them.
He was after all, a perfect Master.”

Valentine's Day Comes Early....

2012-02-11T10:48:00.000-06:00

Happy Early Valentine’s Day Fellow Fathomers!

Love is a crazy ride not for the faint of heart. Only when we are ready to embrace the fear of the unknown will we truly take the ride. Love does not have to be gentle to be meaningful, and may even seem cruel in some ways. However, when you find someone you fully give your heart to—you cherish every twist and turn.

My upcoming book, Finless, set for release April 2012 from Secret Cravings Publishing will take readers on a dark journey of intensity, sexuality, and self-discovery. All on the route to finding-LOVE. Please read an excerpt from my upcoming-Finless.

“Nathaniel took the riding crop from the hanging rack on the wall. He slid the leather against her skin and would occasionally lightly smack the stiff shaft of the crop against her bare skin. She started to melt into the cuffs, as the adrenaline high started to pulse in her veins. With each stroke of the crop, he used more force and the leather began to leave welts on her exposed skin. These would be lightly bruised areas tomorrow which Lily would wear like a trophy for a few days until they healed.

Nathaniel put the crop back in its place and took control of the bullwhip. He cracked the whip away from her generating an loud echo in the basement. She shuddered slightly in delighted anticipation, knowing the whip would be cracking against her bare back and buttocks. Nathaniel walked up to Lily and slid the “popper”- the tip of the whip- evenly against her shoulder blades. “You want this, don’t you, Lily?” “Yes, Master”, was her soft, yet dogged reply.

Nathaniel walked away from Lily just far enough for the “fall” of the whip to land against Lily. Instant angry streaks appeared across her backside as she stood firmly, unmoving, as he wielded the whips’ crack expertly across Lily’s body. Lily began to float in her mind to this place of warmth and contentment. She never felt such peace of mind as when Nathaniel took control and gave her the physical release no one else ever had.

When he was satiated of the need to execute his power physically onto Lily, he finished by unlocking her from the rack and bending her over the dungeon stocks and taking her from behind as he drove his pulsing cock into her hot waiting center. His release mingled with her sweat and dripped down to the dungeon floor as he turned and walked away and up the stairs to leave once again.”

My current release, “On Ellicott Street”, is sweeter, yet still demonstrates what happens when we truly find the courage to fall in love. Take a peek at an excerpt from my now available novella-

“They spent the next few hours sleeping peacefully. Their bodies spooned tightly as nesting dolls. Neither Cassie nor Eli ever experienced the depth of a connection as they shared that night. As the dawn opened to a bright, sunny day, Cassie awakened before Eli. She spent several minutes lying still listening to his deep, even breathing. She enjoyed the way his arm held her tightly to him. In the lazy haze of awakening, she closed her eyes and took in each place their bodies touched. From the way his chin nestled against the top of her head, to his arm firmly against her abdomen pulling her into his own midsection, she felt it all. Even her back feeling his taut muscles, only faintly softer in their relaxed state.

Cassie then directed her attention to his more intimate areas. It was clear Eli possessed a very satisfying masculinity by the semi-hard state the morning brought upon him. She moved ever so slightly to adjust her hips to fit more fully against his growing arousal. Cassie decided Eli’s hesitancy to consummate their union must be challenged. She needed to feel him deeply inside her, even if he had second thoughts.

* * * *

Eli’s peaceful sleep turned to a vivid dream of ecstasy the more Cassie moved against him. Not sure if reality or wishful thinking had his body going, he chose to follow the lead of his desires. He dared not open his eyes for fear his Cassie would vanish. Was she really in his bed snuggled closely to him? Further, was she really enticing him with those luscious hips rubbing ever so subtly against his hardening shaft?”

I hope you enjoyed the excerpts of two of my love creations. Please find ‘On Ellicott Street’ now available at the following distributors:

http://www.amazon.com/On-Ellicott-Street-ebook/dp/B00768TDH0/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1328624694&sr=8-1

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s?keyword=Davee+Jones&store=allproducts&page=%2Findex.asp&prod=univ&pos=&box=

http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=index&cPath=5

I hope you enjoyed our time together today, if you have read my first release, if you would leave a review, I would absolutely love it!!! I hope to see you again in The Locker soon!

Stage Fright

2012-02-06T17:24:00.000-06:00

Good evening fellow fathomers!

On this Monday evening, I began thinking about the books we write or the movies we watch from the concept of the "Stage Fright" angle. Wikipedia calls Stage fright or performance anxiety "the anxiety, fear, or persistent phobia which may be aroused in an individual by the requirement to perform in front of an audience, whether actually or potentially (for example, when performing before a camera)."and goes on to state..."It has numerous manifestations: fluttering or pounding heart, tremor in the hands and legs, sweaty hands, diarrhea, facial nerve tics, dry mouth, erectile dysfunction. Stage fright is most commonly seen in school situations, like stand up projects and class speeches."

I don't know about you, but erectile dysfunction while attempting to perform in public is probably not such a negative. I mean, if a guy has a big biology project presentation, I'm fairly certain he does not want an unexpected visitor to join the party, you know? On the other hand, porn stars and adult material models, would most certainly hold a different opinion.

I've never seen any of this man's movies by the way. Am I missing much?

Some people live unnecessarily with stage fright in their average, everyday lives. Like a turtle, they retreat into a safe shell, waiting for complete quiet and anonymity before they peek back out. Even in the most quiet neighborhoods, human turtles would need to retreat 90% of the time and miss everything if that is the case.

What causes you stage fright? Fear of getting hurt, being laughed at, disregarded, shunned? Yes, these are tough cases of rejection, but, the reality of life is, most of the time, you will be respected for at least putting your head out there. So what if you don't win the big race against the hare....Oh, wait a minute, the turtle did win...

Score One Big One For the Turtle

Find a reason to extend yourself and you might just find yourself chipping away at that stage fright until very little of it remains.

Food for thought on this Monday evening. Find someone to hug and share some love. Until next time...
peace

Insight From The Other Side

2012-01-30T18:58:00.001-06:00

Hello Fellow Fathomers

Today in The Locker, I use a poem my daughter wrote today. She started writing much more when I increased my own time in Microsoft Word. My beautiful and funny 12 year old Allee, shown here at her birthday party has been the victim of bullying on several occasions.

I don't know about you, but having a creative side makes me...well... a bit weird I suppose. Fortunately, my Allee inherited my weird side, and someday, life will be amazing for her because of it. However, in the present, attending public junior high, some kids are vicious, poisonous terrorists hell bent on hurting anyone who is different than they are, maybe smarter than they are, maybe more athletic than they are, maybe quieter than they are, maybe wear glasses, maybe it's a boy who seems too feminine or a girl who seems too much like a tomboy.
Does it really matter? It happens all the same and kids die at an alarmingly increasing rate, usually by their own hand, when they just can't take it anymore.

Please take a moment and read my Allee's "A View From the Other Side"

i feel joy from your pain

i feel happiness where there is your sorrow

i feel love where is your hate

i feel pain from your joy

i feel sorrow from your happiness

i feel all of this because i am a
bully

I read this and it touched me, not just because I'm her momma, but, because it seems so profound. Should a 12 year old know about all of these emotions? Maybe so, but, in this manner is both scary and sad.

Hug your kiddos and if you don't have your own, I bet you can find a child who needs a hug and a little encouragement to get them through this sometimes cruel and always puzzling existence.

Until next time....

I Love My Grandma Helen

2012-01-23T11:50:00.000-06:00

Today in The Locker, I honor my Grandma Helen, who introduced me to so many, many things. Without her influences, I would have missed out on several wonderful experiences.

We bought her a Kindle for her birthday, and she was very excited! (See the necklace around her neck, I know it's not terribly clear, but, that is from her aunt, pretty cool huh?)

The short list for which I owe a thanks to this awesome lady:

1. She encouraged my love of reading by setting the example. She always had shelves and shelves of books and spent hours reading cookbooks to Harlequin to Louis L'amour. I used to try to hide her book of the moment so she would take me fishing or swimming in the pond, and I never got in trouble for it.
2. She taught me how to cook, nothing like homestyle comfort food. Her dumplings, to die for.
3. Making us sausage gravy on a regular basis. It should have it's own food group, it is Amazing.
4. She taught me how to can and bought me my first pressure cooker.
5. She taught me how to garden and tend both vegetables and flowers.
6. She taught me about music- thanks to her, I know all about the Andrews Sisters, Big Band sounds, easy listening classical, Ray Stevens, jazz, and countless other genres.
7. She and I can always bust into a rendition of "Put Another Log on the Fire", for just about any occasion.
8. She and Gpa Donnie took me to San Diego, and I even missed about a week of school, and we visited the beach, the Hotel del Coronado, and Sea World.
9. She took me to Fort Knox and I had my first Big Mac from McDonalds with she and my Gpa Donnie. Yes, even in 4th grade I ate it all.
10. She bought me a Speak and Spell. I used to hide and type out dirty words on it, frantically covering the speaker to muffle the computer voice. "S.H.I.T." She probably heard me anyway...
11. She bought me my first Kitchenaid stand mixer, BOO YA!
12. During high school, I was broke, like most kids. At random times, I would find money stashed in my purse and knew who put it there.
13. She bought me my high school class ring. From all the students who purchased, one received a 100.00 bill back from the representative. They drew my name and I got the Bill. I took it back to Gma as a refund from my ring and she told me to keep it.
14. She makes us all laugh all the time. Like when she tried to entice the dog out from underneath the bed by spraying Lysol under there. She said, "well, it came out of there walking all squirrely!"
15. Accepting me as I am, even if I do write some graphic stuff. She simply told me this weekend, "I don't need to read it, I know how to do it."
16. Raising her kids, grand kids, and great grand kids with love, acceptance, joy, and tolerance.
17. She visited me in Colorado spring break 2003. It began snowing shortly before she arrived and snowed five days straight. We had the best time and I bought us T-shirts advertising the Great Blizzard of 2003 to prove we lived through it.
18. She taught me how to sew and I have yards and yards of fabric from her collection of beautiful pieces. I make quilts too, just not as often as she does. She even made stuffed Rainbow Brite dolls for my sisters when they were little. (All those friggin little pieces on the costume-- by hand.)
19. She bought my stuffed psychedelic turtle I named Wapanucka, after a town in Oklahoma I thought was just the neatest word. He lives in my closet even to this day.
20. I have a pair of kissing angels on my bathroom counter from about age 5 she bought me at the beauty supply. They remind me of the importance of love.

I could write for days on this list and not say enough about this all important woman in my life. She taught us always to do great things for ourselves and encouraged us to be successful, never doubting our abilities. I could never thank her enough for it all.

And she even suggested my cool name to my momma and dad, without it, I would not be Davee Jones or have my own Locker.

Thank you Gma, I love you so very very much.

Friday Flash Fiction

2012-01-19T21:16:00.000-06:00

Hello Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to FFF, the Flash Fiction Friday series. Where my friends and I have one photo prompt and write exactly 100 words to describe what we see. Does this weeks' picture frighten you? Maybe she hides a smile beneath his clamped hand?

He crept in behind her when she carried in a bag of groceries. She left the front door ajar as she took the bag into the kitchen. Unbeknownst to her, he slid snakelike under her baby’s crib and suspended himself by the bottom slats with his hands and feet.

She walked into the nursery to put away diapers. It’s nice to have a few moments to myself before I pick her up from the daycare, even if it’s running errands.

She reached the hallway before sensing someone behind her. She smiled without turning around, “Hi honey!”

“Sorry, not your honey.”

Okay, now I must fall asleep with that story in my mind. But, you can find another interesting interpretation by visiting the blogs of my friends. Some of the other blogs contain explicit content, including images and erotic writings, please visit at your discretion. Thank you for joining us for Friday Flash Fiction!

Lisa Worrall http://lworrall.blogspot.com
Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Naomi Shaw: http://midnightfantasieswithnaomishaw.blogspot.com/
Lee Brazil : http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/
ER Pierce http://www.erpierce.com
Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com/
Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com/
Jean Joachim: http://joachimbooks.blogspot.com/
Muffy Wilson: http://MuffyWilson.blogspot.com
Sara York : http://SaraYork.blogspot.com
Yvonne Nicolas: http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Havan Fellows: http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com
Cassandre Dayne: http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/
Luna Ella Aldora: http://moonkissedromantica.blogspot.com/
Kendel Davi: http://kendeldavi.wordpress.com/
Katie Harper http://katieharperwrites.blogspot.com/
Davee Jones: http://finless.blogspot.com/
AuroraRose Andromeda: http://rollingmuseintheroses.blogspot.com
Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/

Excerpt From On Ellicott Street

2012-01-15T00:04:00.000-06:00

Please enjoy this snippet from the upcoming eBook release:

They arrived at the shop and Eli held his hand against Cassie’s forearm to signal her to remain seated. He got out of the passenger side and smoothly arrived at the driver’s side door to open it for her. Some feminists might take offense to chivalry, but Cassie’s opinion held fast that gallantry needed reviving. She felt secure and beautiful when Eli followed through on those small courteous nuances.

They ordered chai tea and found a spot at the back of the shop. They sat next to each other on an oversized love seat and began talking once again. Eli and Cassie talked for four more hours. The topics ranged from world politics to Feng Shui to American history. Where one was deficient in knowledge about something, the other explained happily. They also moved closer together as the night blossomed into pre-dawn until they snuggled cozily in the overstuffed loveseat, dozing occasionally.

"I guess I should take you home now, it’s almost six a.m.!" Cassie giggled, astonished at the time.

Eli sheepishly grinned in return. "Yes, I suppose we have almost worn out our welcome here." Once seated safely in Cassie’s car, Eli gave her directions to his home. When they pulled into the driveway, Cassie did not know what to do next. She truly wanted to crawl in bed next to Eli and breathe in his warm, masculine scent until it lulled her to sleep. She wondered if he thought the same thing.

"Look, I don’t want you to leave yet. Is that too forward for me to say?" Eli implored.

Cassie shook her head and softly vocalized her assurance. "No."

"Good, then, it’s settled, I’ll come let you out and welcome you to my humble abode." Eli once again exited the vehicle and came around to open her door. He grabbed Cassie’s hand as they walked up to the front door, stroking the softness of her hand with his thumb. Eli took out his key and unlocked the door with almost a single motion. He opened the door wide, and extended it for Cassie’s entrance.

Eli did not flip on a light immediately. Instead, he drew Cassie near and breathed in the scent from the top of her hair. He pulled her close to him, holding her frame tightly against his. Eli smelled her skin and freshly washed hair, and he inhaled deeply as quickly and often as he could before he moved away from her.

He used his foot to push the front door closed, without moving away from her. "Oh, wow, you smell amazing and you feel even better. Do you know what you have done to me?" Eli whispered against the top of her head.

Cassie’s mind raced rapidly, desperately trying to keep up with her heartbeat. Eli’s arms felt strong and secure. Cassie had not felt this safe since she was a child. However, the heated surges she felt through her loins were nothing childlike. She squeezed Eli even tighter to her as she breathed in the smell of his chest against her face. Cassie could not articulate how she felt at that moment, so she had no idea what to interpret from Eli’s question. Funny how in the midst of the passion, she wondered if he intended her to answer his question. "Is that a rhetorical question?" Her voice was muffled against his shirt.

Stunned by the ridiculousness of Cassie’s comment, they began to laugh. What began as a gentle giggle turned into a full on belly roll, end of the night, punchy laugh-fest. "You are something else, Cassie Stewart, something else indeed."

The Man Behind the Story - Ellicott Street

2012-01-10T12:55:00.002-06:00

Meet Ellicott Street- The Man Behind the Name

Good Day Fellow Fathomers!

Today in The Locker, I welcome the number one fictional male protagonist in my life (at the current moment), Mr. Ellicott Street. He joins us to answer a few questions about his role in my upcoming book, On Ellicott Street.

Me- Welcome, Ellicott!

E- Please, call me Eli, we don’t have to be so formal in this setting. (He says this with a wink and a smile.)

Me- Ok, Eli then, thank you for joining our readers today to answer a few questions. I must ask, as I’m sure many other people do, where did you get your interesting, and how you term it “stately” name?

E- Oh, I do get that question occasionally. However, because I choose to use, “Eli”, most of the time the shorter version does not create the same interest. However, the real answer to your question is quite involved. My parents, who are both college professors, study American History extensively, as a hobby, really, more than anything. They also adore historic towns and markers. One of their favorite destinations is Niagara Falls, as it holds a soft romantic position in their hearts- They honeymooned there and visit each year to reminisce.

Before I was born, my parents searched books and literature for the perfect name for me. They wanted a classy, meaningful choice, which would pair well with our surname, “Street”. During their trip to Niagara Falls the year of my birth, they spent time discovering Buffalo, NY. They learned about Joseph Ellicott, a surveyor from the 1800’s, who designed the city’s unique radial street plans, and has a historical city street named after him, as well as a major office building, the Ellicott Square Building. This office building, constructed in 1896 was the largest office building in the world for about sixteen years. In addition to other notable occupants of the building, the Vitascope Theater , the earliest known dedicated motion picture theater in the world also occupied the Ellicott Square Building.

Also, the ornate Erie Community College building resides at 121 Ellicott Street in the historic former U.S. Post Office. Meaningful to my parents, as they are both college professors.

Me- (feigning wiping my brow)Wow, I would say a very involved answer- and quite descriptive.

E- (laughing) Yes, my parents would not have it any other way. Thank goodness I am not always asked to elaborate.

Me- Do you have siblings and if so, dare I ask their names?

E- Yes, I have a sister, Rose.

Me- Rose is a beautiful name. (cocking my eyebrow)Does it also have a significant meaning?

E- (Blushing), My father enjoys a good stout beer, he found the best he ever tasted in a pub off the famous Rose, Street in Edinburgh, Scotland.

Just because we are a rather intellectual family, does not mean we cannot also enjoy a good time or fail to appreciate a keen sense of humor.

Me- I rather thought you enjoyed a rousing good time, seeing how you happened into Cassie at a piano bar. Speaking of Cassie, it’s time for me to ask you about her. You are the subjects in my romance novel after all. What is it about her that makes your relationship special?

E- She is brave and determined, yet classy and elegant. She is so beautiful from the inside, she could be nothing but gorgeous outwardly. I can say any topic and she would brave the knowledge to discuss it. She is not afraid to state an opinion, yet maintain her integrity and respect for those around her. She maintains a “live and let live “philosophy, wanting her family and friends to feel love and acceptance from her, regardless of character differences. She explores the unknown and constantly promotes personal growth, for herself and her children, and expects the same from me, as well.

Me- Even if she is several years older?

E- Ah, I knew you would broach that subject eventually. When I first saw Cassie, I saw beauty, intelligence, charisma, and, yes, need-with a hint of vulnerability. We are all vulnerable sometimes.

I will not say something as trite as “age is only a number” because, obviously, age sometimes impedes two people from realistically maintaining a viable relationship. Cassie refuses to yield to a chronological number, her willingness to continue evolving makes her lovable- admirable even. Her grace, coupled with her thoughtfulness, all manifested from her life experiences makes her one of a kind and more valuable in my life than I could ever put into words.

Me- Very nice, Eli, thank you for such an eloquent description. (rubbing my hands together in anticipation) Are you ready for the world to meet you?

E- The word, intimidated, comes to mind. However, it matters not if the world embraces me, because I know that Cassie does. (Huge, genuine smile)

Me-Thank you for allowing us a few moments and sharing a bit of yourself with us.

E- My pleasure.

Ahoy readers, thank you for spending some time today in The Locker. Be sure to read Eli and Cassie’s story, On Ellicott Street, next month, available from Secret Cravings Publishing.

Until next time, find at least one reason to smile today.

Don’t render anyone, Finless…

On Ellicott Street_final.wmv

2012-01-08T09:47:00.000-06:00

Friday Flash Fiction January 6, 2012

2012-01-05T20:47:00.000-06:00

Hello Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to FFF, the Flash Fiction Friday series. Where my friends and I have one photo prompt and write exactly 100 words to describe what we see. What do you think is behind her deep expression?

I really don’t understand the fuss with me. I didn’t do anything heroic like save a child from a burning building, perform the Heimlich on some helpless little old lady, or donate a kidney.

“Okay, now look a little to your left, I want to get your beautiful profile.”

“How about this?” She turned and looked stately to her left.

“Gorgeous.” The photographer appeared enamored with her.

I’m here today because I refused to be ignored. I staged a sit-in at Fashion Week to represent the majority of women today, demanding a photo shoot.

The fan letters just keep coming.

Now that you have read my interpretation, please visit my fellow bloggers for their interpretations. Please be advised, some of the other pages contain explicit erotic content, in both written and image form-these pages are for mature eyes only.

Katie Harper: http://katieharperwrites.blogspot.com/
Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com/
Yvonne Nicolas: http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/
AuroraRose Andromeda: http://rollingmuseintheroses.blogspot.com
Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com/
Sharita Lira: http://rawiyaerotica.wordpress.com
Naomi Shaw: http://midnightfantasieswithnaomishaw.blogspot.com/
Lee Brazil: http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com
Cassandre Dayne: http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/
Luna Ella Aldora: http://moonkissedromantica.blogspot.com/
Lani Rhea: http://lanirhea.blogspot.com/
Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Benjamin Russell : http://www.incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/
Jean Joachim: http://joachimbooks.blogspot.com/
Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/
Davee Jones: http://finless.blogspot.com/
Sancre Darling: http://sancredarling.blogspot.com/
Patricia Logan: http://naughtypassions.blogspot.com
Havan Fellows: http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com

Does The Book Title Matter?

2012-01-05T14:35:00.000-06:00

Ahoy and welcome to 2012!

Today in The Locker I want to talk about book titles. When I began this writing gig, I had no idea that one of the most difficult concepts would be the title of the book. We pore over the details and the blood, sweat, and tears of getting just the right words to match a scene to transport our readers to our world---in the book. We hope to maintain their attention for a few hours, and want to weave a story free of ambiguity and boredom. We want a best seller ready to sell thousands of copies.

However, what might really grab our readers’ attention is the book title. It will not matter if we rival Walt Whitman, Jane Austen, or Stephen King- if we do not have a creative title, we risk our book being passed over in lieu of the one with a title worthy of bumper sticker or movie screen status.

So, I ask you, readers, would a title encourage or discourage you to read a book? Would you even flip to the blip giving you the synopsis if the title was bland? Or is the title just an identification for you, with no real drawing power? I want to know.

Authors, do you fret over the perfect title? How much priority do you give it in regard to the unique story you’ve written? Do you choose it first and build your framework around it? Or, does your muse slap you upside the head with the perfect title when you least expect it?

In my opinion, there is not a detail too small to be considered when it comes to book publishing.

Friday Flash Fiction

2011-12-29T18:48:00.000-06:00

Hello Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to FFF, the Friday Flash Fiction series. Where my friends and I have one photo prompt and write exactly 100 words to describe what we see. I grew up on a farm, so, all sorts of stories came to my mind this week, but, the rule is share only one and just 100 words. Peek inside the thought I chose for this week ;)

Should I go easy on this city boy? Ruthie debated throwing the match intentionally to save his overinflated ego.

Don’t you dare, sis. The words reverberated in her brain. Startled, she briefly looked toward her brother holding his camera, taping the match. Video proof that even this black belt visiting their ranch couldn’t bring her down.

We can read each other’s minds? She marveled telepathically toward her brother.

He smiled as he replied in kind. Yes, we can- Imagine everything we will do with these powers. Now, take this chump out, we have animals to feed and supper to cook.

The End....or is it?

Please visit my fellow author's pages for their take on this saucy photo. Some of the other interpretations may be much hotter, so, be ready for anything and enjoy. :)

Katie Harper: http://katieharperwrites.blogspot.com/
Yvonne Nicolas: http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/
Eden Connor: http://edenconnorwrites.blogspot.com/
AuroraRose Andromeda: http://rollingmuseintheroses.blogspot.com
ER Pierce http://www.erpierce.com
Sara York: http://sarayork.blogspot.com
Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/
Lee Brazil: http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com
Sharita Lira as BL: http://blrawiyaerotica.blogspot.com
Patricia Logan: http://naughtypassions.blogspot.com
Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Cassandre Dayne: http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/
Benjamin Russell: http://www.incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/
Gemma Parkes:http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com/
Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com/
Luna Ella Aldora: http://moonkissedromantica.blogspot.com/
Davee Jones: http://finless.blogspot.com/
Naomi Shaw: http://midnightfantasieswithnaomishaw.blogspot.com/
Jean Joachim: http://joachimbooks.blogspot.com
Jade Baiser: http://jadebaiser.blogspot.com

Friday Flash Fiction

2011-12-22T19:31:00.000-06:00

Merry Christmas!

Hello Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to FFF, the Friday Flash Fiction series. Where my friends and I have one photo prompt and write exactly 100 words to describe what we see. The beauty of the couple surrounded by the snow put me in a seriously romantic mood. Enjoy my interpretation.

As she saw him coming toward the vestibule, she rushed outside without her cloak. She did not feel the cold against her skin, only the warmth of his arms around her and his lips pressing deliciously into her own. The snow fell magically on their sweet reunion, setting the perfect stage for their first embrace in almost two years.

As he held her closely, it reminded him how much he missed her sweet breath against his face. He vowed never to leave her again; the riches weren’t worth the misery living without her. He only hoped she felt the same.

Please now take the opportunity to visit my friends' pages and their interpretations. Caution--Some of the other pages are hotter and the images included definitely for adult eyes only.

Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Lee Brazil: http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/
Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/
ER Pierce http://www.erpierce.com
Yvonne Nicolas http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/
Eden Connor: http://edenconnorwrites.blogspot.com/
Benjamin Russell: http://www.incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/
AuroraRose Andromeda: http://rollingmuseintheroses.blogspot.com
Sara York: http://sarayork.blogspot.com
Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com/
Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com/
Havan Fellows: http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/
Naomi Shaw: http://midnightfantasieswithnaomishaw.blogspot.com/
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Cassandre Dayne: http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/
Katie Harper http://katieharperwrites.blogspot.com/
Luna Ella Aldora: http://moonkissedromantica.blogspot.com
Davee Jones: http://finless.blogspot.com/
Sancre Darling: http://sancredarling.blogspot.com/

Does Your Opinion Matter? Why, Yes! It does.

2011-12-20T10:53:00.000-06:00

Hello Fellow Fathomers

Today in The Locker I address the sometimes sensitive topic of book reviews. One heavily heated banter exchange today on Facebook revolved around how and when someone should express their opinions about a book. I realize as an author, if I have signed a publishing contract, I believe that book is worthwhile of anyone’s time. However, as a logical human, I must also believe not everyone shares my tastes, visions, or opinions. (Yes, I admitted to not always being right-and did so in writing.)

I believe a few things must be considered before you put ink or electronic signature to your voice:

· Is this a genre you typically enjoy reading? If you do not enjoy Steampunk, chances are you will not give the book a fair chance at entertaining you. If you decide to venture into a new genre to challenge your senses, think about your opinion before you put it out there. Could a bad opinion be simply because you gave it a shot and truly do not enjoy the genre? Or, on the other hand, could a glowing opinion be due to the fact you enjoy the author and would always give a positive review, no matter what? In either instance, it is not as helpful to someone deciding to read the book or not.

· Are you simply giving star rating without an explanation? In a typical one to five star rating, maybe three stars is self-explanatory. However, an explanation of any rating not middle of the road would be more helpful to a future reader. Did you like it because the grammar and spelling errors were non-existent, or was it the reverse? Was the story line imaginative and captivating? Were the protagonists boring and lackluster? Inquiring minds want to know!

· Great chances exist that any reader taking the time to peruse the reviews are really debating to take the plunge to read the book or not. Much like, are you willing to spend your money on a movie ticket- movie trailer, reviews, friends’ opinions, etc sight unseen? The specific opinions offered by a reviewer would be helpful for the buyer and assist to tip the scales in one direction or the other.

· Fortunately, most of us have enthusiastic fans (mostly friends and family) willing to give us five stars all the time. However, the opinion is biased. Therefore, it is helpful for the reviewer to give a brief description of his or her relationship to the author, i.e. “I write this review as someone personally or not personally vested to the author.”

· On the flip side, unfortunately, some of us have people itching to discredit our work simply because of who we are or maybe the genre we write under. Is that really helpful to a future reader? No, it is not. Again, personal bias has no place in an honest review-whether positive or negative.

I recently began reading eBooks, (welcome to the 21^st Century, Mrs. Davee Jones) and out of the few I have read, two had substantial grammatical and spelling errors. Is the proofing team to blame here? One had such head and scene hopping, I had great difficulty identifying who was doing what. I keep trying to go back and finish, but I just cannot do it yet, because the issues perpetuate throughout the book, making any understanding of the author’s story very difficult. Is that the fault of the editor or the author, or maybe both? In any event, we, the authors, will be held accountable for the quality or lack thereof for a book penned under our names.

· Are eBooks more susceptible to errors?

o Is the massive volume of books released lending to less proofing?

o Is the program or reader downloading the pages incorrectly?

o Are shorter stories less satisfying to readers?

The first two issues are more with the publisher, not the author. Therefore, it is very helpful to discern the reason for a negative review to accurately describe where the problem exists. This could assist the publishing house in correcting errors for future publications.

Third, shorter stories are the rage these days. In a world of time constraints, people who love to read sometimes find themselves with less time to indulge in their favorite hobby. Flash fiction, novellas, or even blogs firmly established their value to give even the busiest person the opportunity to finish a specific reading in the limited amount of time they have to devote to it. If you like Gone With the Wind, then, make sure to check the word count before you make the purchase. It is not the author’s fault if you want to give a negative review simply based on length.

I did not cover every worldly example in this simple blog. My point is this- if you are angry at the world and someone tinkled in your post toasties, think twice before you throw an author under the bus because you are having a bad day. If you truly did not enjoy reading something, please explain why. Likewise, if my 11-year-old daughter can find glaring problems or cannot follow the storyline, please do not falsely sugarcoat a review just to be kind to someone. We, as authors, use the reviews to help us grow, improve, and create quality for our reading audience-YOU. Please help us in our endeavor.

To Genre or Not to Genre...What is the Answer?

2011-12-13T15:26:00.000-06:00

Hello Fellow Fathomers! Today in The Locker I discuss the issue of “genre”. Many of my new friends have specific genres they adhere to in their books. When I began this career as author, I thought I only had one basis to draw creativity from. I now find I have several, much like Forrest Gump’s proverbial box of chocolates-I never know what I’m gonna get…from my muse that is.

Although for purposes of marketing and sales, it may be best for me to trend down one realm, I just have too many thoughts going on in my mind to stay on one path. Like the classic indigo child, AKA-A.D.D. for any clinicians out there, I stroll along my beautiful garden path, watching the butterflies, writing a grocery list, stringing fishing line, while riding rollercoasters. My mind is a beautiful, eccentric place; you join me on occasion when you stumble into The Locker. Each book I create comes from the recesses in my mind clamoring more loudly than the others at that particular moment.

People, I’m a hippie, for goodness sake, it’s free love in my world and all ideas have equal merit.

I realize I stick to a few general areas: romance, suspense, drama, and YA. The intensity of the book depends on the experiences of my characters and many times I won’t know that until I am smack in the middle of telling “their” story. However, my editor will make sure the heat level describes prominently the content so as not to offend a reader expecting a sweet, cupcake romance, not a bruise inflicting sexual romp described in painstaking detail.

The YA influences in some of my stories because, frankly, I want to share part of my writing life with my kids. I have all these wonderful opportunities occurring in my corner and they are a very important part of my world, sometimes inspiring a new creative idea. I want to have something they can read as well, not just the disclaimer, “You gotta be 18 for this dear daughter”.

(See, she is just as crazy as I profess to be...Hippie in training...I gotta show her the way somehow and if she couldn't read anything I write, it would hurt. Really.)

Just like the weather, I sometimes change from book to book. So, if you aren’t enjoying what’s published first, just wait a few months, the next creative product might be right up your alley. Rest assured, I’ll be shouting from the rooftops with each publication, so, you will always know what to expect.

Until next time…get a book and keep reading!

FFF--This Corset is Cutting Me in Half!

2011-12-08T19:28:00.001-06:00

Hello Fellow Fathomers! Welcome to FFF, the Flash Fiction Friday series. Where my friends and I have one photo prompt and write exactly 100 words to describe what we see. Please settle back, enjoy the lovely woman in this photo and soak in my interpretation. This picture was a bit more difficult for me this week. She looks aloof, bored, self-centered, pensive, stiff, wow, so many things. But, I finally came up with something. If you are feeling saucy, write you own interpretation in comments, I would LOVE to read your take on this one!

Is it really worth the money? As I sit here under the photographer’s careful lighting, I consider my growling stomach and daydream about pizza. The corset cutting into my waist and abdomen reminds me there is not enough room in my life for food and money. I made that choice a long time ago. I almost hated it now. How long had it been since I held piping-hot, gooey slices of Heaven in my hands? Tonight I will do just that--after I purchase the syrup of ipecac I will drink as soon as I finish my sinful, forbidden supper.

Now that you have my take of this ethereal, clinically ill woman, please take a moment to visit my friends for their interpretations as well! Maybe it won't be as morbid?????

Lisa Worrall: http://lworrall.blogspot.com
Bonni Sansom http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Benjamin Russell http://www.incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/
Lee Brazil http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/
Erika Pierce http://www.erpierce.com
Yvonne Nicolas http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Sara York: http://sarayork.blogspot.com
Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com/
Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com/
Muffalicious: http://MuffyWilson.blogspot.com
Lani Rhea: http://lanirhea.blogspot.com
Lindsey Gray: http://lindsey-gray.blogspot.com
Cassandre Dayne http://cassandredayne.wordpress.com/
Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/
Katie Harper: http://katieharperwrites.blogspot.com/
Havan Fellows: http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com
Davee Jones: http://finless.blogspot.com/

Don't Call Me a Cougar!

2011-12-06T10:44:00.000-06:00

Happy Tuesday Depth Explorers! Today we have the special privilege of talking with Cassie Stewart, the female protagonist in my upcoming book. Cassie Stewart’s story will be revealed in the upcoming release, “On Ellicott Street”. Cassie lived her life blandly until she met Eli.

What she wants you to know about dating a younger man and why she refuses to be stereotyped.

Hi Cassie, your story is about to hit the world in February 2012, are you nervous?

Yes, a bit nervous, not every girl wants their love story told for the world to critique. However, I wanted my fellow women to know that living life to the fullest is about taking risks. I know I’m certainly not the first person to say that.

What kind of risks do you mean?

I re-invented my life script at almost fifty years of age.

That is daunting, congratulations! How did you find the strength to be successful?

Although I love Eli deeply, I must admit he was not the strength, he was only the catalyst. I had to reach deep inside and pull my innermost dreams to the surface. I refused to accept a mundane life and took a chance I could experience something more. I mean, I got so tired of living in black and white- I needed vibrant colors to fully live.

What kinds of changes did you make?

I researched continuing education and found inexpensive courses in writing, cooking, current events, etc. You name it, you can find something to spark your brain cells. I contacted my public library for free seminars ranging from crafts to local volunteer opportunities. I even stepped way outside my comfort zone and attended a free rock-climbing workshop at a local outdoor sports and adventure store. I even took those silly online personality surveys and started playing more board games with my son, Joshua. It's all about embracing ourselves and having fun, you know? Stagnancy leads to depression and I was knee deep in a sad mire before I chose to make changes.

Is it ever enough? I mean, the older we get, the harder it is.

What do you mean?

Well, for example, let’s face it, women have insecurities that men refuse to consider.

I see what you mean, my graying hair, wrinkles, and have I yet contacted a plastic surgeon?

Yes, that is exactly what I mean, sorry if it’s a bold question.

Hey, I’m here to help, so, bring on the nitty gritty. Yes, there are many times I look in the mirror and criticize every line, crevice, cellulite patch, gray hair, and wonder, how can anyone find me attractive. Then, I look at my watch and realize I have somewhere to go and stop wasting time berating myself for the natural process of life. I will never be as perky as I was in my twenties and yes, I should have cared for myself a bit more. But, I could waste my days longing for something I’ll never be, or I can take everything I have to offer and embrace my existence. People who love me surround me every day. And, even if Eli was not in my life, my children make the world not only bearable, but, the most important reason for living life out loud. What example would I be setting for my children if I felt sorry for myself all day? Not a good one, I’ll promise you. Anytime the pity party seems to take over, I imagine my own children picking themselves apart and it breaks my heart to think they would ever believe they were not good enough because of their physical gifts, or what they feel is a lack thereof.

You seem to focus on your children?

You bet I do! My children are the root of my happiness. I saw those kiddos from helpless infants to independent young folks and every day they continue to amaze me. Pride is an understatement of how I feel about them. So, again, when I settle in life and choose to be lazy, how am I showing them how to live? I can either be the woman who changes my own tire and gets back on the road of life or sits and waits hours on roadside assistance. I do not sit very well. I always want my children to strive and move toward the best, if I show them otherwise, I’ve failed them miserably.

Okay, I have to ask, are you secure in your relationship with Eli?

I’m as secure as a human ever is when they give their heart away. Eli shows me daily how he cherishes me, and I choose to believe he is sincere. We communicate daily and our relationship is the best romantic experience I’ve ever had because Eli made me a priority. When I was single, one of my favorite quotes became, “you will never become a priority if you remain an option”. If you think about it, that quote encompasses every aspect of our life, not just love.

Thank you very much for speaking with me so candidly in our interview today. I know you are a busy woman, so, I’ll leave you alone for now. However, would you mind visiting with us again?

Certainly! This girl likes to share her pearls of wisdom with the world. Just make sure to contact me ahead of time, my calendar for living remains full, or else I would have very few pearls to share. ;)

Yes, I know Cassie is a fictional character. But, she very much lives in my mind, as well as the minds of many of my best girlfriends. I hope you reach inside and find your inner Cassie, you will be forever changed in positive ways that will always make you smile. Guys, simply tweak the pronouns and Cassie becomes an "Eli" and you can also make this useful for you as well. ;) However, never fear, Eli will be joining us soon in The Locker for the male perspective.
Thank you for joining me today in The Locker. Please look forward to the release of "On Ellicott Street" in February.

FFF--December 2, 2011

2011-12-01T20:17:00.000-06:00

Hello Explorers, Today is the happiest day of the week for me- Friday! To add to the excitement, my friends and I present to you, the Friday Flash Fiction. 100 words based on the intriguing photo below:

My interpretation of this saucy picture is as follows:

Her sweaty palms indicate nervous anticipation as she plays the role of voyeur from just outside the door. She has never seen a sexier scene and still wonders if they will welcome her unashamedly to their intimate domain, or will their movements stiffen in trepidation? She holds her camera tightly to her chest and inhales deeply the scent of lavender wafting through the small openings of the door.

She knocks softly before quietly entering the boudoir. They only briefly acknowledge her presence before he returns to stroking his lover’s hair again. “Just pretend I am not even here.” She whispers.

Now, that you have indulged your senses with my rendition, please take a moment to comment your thoughts, or even share you own version. Please then visit my friends for their interpretations as well! Happy Weekend!
Lisa Worrall: http://lworrall.blogspot.com
Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Yvonne Nicolas: http://yvonnenicolas.wordpress.com/
Sara York : http://sarayork.blogspot.com
Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com/
Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com/
Erika Pierce http://www.erpierce.com
Luna Ella Aldora http://lunaellaldora.blogspot.com
Patricia Logan http://naughtypassions.blogspot.com
Lee Brazil http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/
Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/
Davee Jones: http://finless.blogspot.com/
Benjamin Russell http://www.incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/
Lindsey Gray: http://lindsey-gray.blogspot.com
The Muffster: http://muffywilson.blogspot.com
Havan Fellows: http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com

Santa in an Outhouse?????

2011-11-28T09:23:00.000-06:00

Hello Depth Explorers....

I've been MIA from the blog for time to celebrate the Thanksgiving holiday with my beautiful family. I hope you all had an amazing weekend, and for my friends abroad and beyond the contiguous US who do not celebrate Thanksgiving, I hope the upcoming holiday season fills you with warmth however you celebrate.

Each year The Husband dwells on how to up the stakes for the outdoor spectacle otherwise known as the Christmas lights display. I think he purposefully waits for well after Thanksgiving weekend to size up the competition and see who on the block he will out-shine.

Yes, I add the stereotypical Clark Griswold image into the post at this time. IMHO, it isn't the lighter side of Christmas without this classic.

However, we also decided to represent the REAL reason for Christmas, by constructing a Nativity scene. The Great White Hunter--AKA, my son, Aaron, brought down some old wood and tin from an "antique" shed from the Ranch in Oklahoma to build the manger/stable scene, as well as hay to complete the set. He fits the part of rugged GWH, don't you agree? Oh, Happy Birthday, son, you are 23 today! Let's all show some love here....
Back to topic....We believed we were on a roll with our Nativity scene...
Time to find our "participants". My brother, Sam, was baby Jesus at a Christmas play back in 1984, so, when he volunteered again, although we appreciated the offer, a 6' tall baby Jesus might not fit in our cradle.

And, I'm not sure I could separate him from his new "girlfriend" to dedicate his time to the project. (You're welcome brother, for the most awesome of birthday gifts....a woman who won't speak her mind. bahahaha)
He has to get back to Stillwater anyway, where he is a Senior in college. (shameless plug here for OSU, GO POKES!)
Our own kids are really too ADD to sit still each evening for a live Nativity, so, we opted for "artificial" actors.
The Husband perused online and before he found anything viable, he found the ridiculous.

And, he found the "I guess if we absolutely HAD to...."

Because I live in the now, not the Amazon--we ship anything future-- I suggested we visit the store and buy something to bring home that day.
Let the disappointment begin.
We visited not one, not two, not three, but, five HUGE stores, that carry everything from condoms to celery to concrete and beyond.
NOT ONE NATIVITY SET TO BE FOUND....oh wait, I digress, I found a few miniscule sets suitable for the desk, mantle, or coffee table. Kroger came the closest with a fully lit Nativity, constructed of strictly lights and that "chenelle stuff", one dimensional-one piece construction. Not really our vision.

SERIOUSLY FOLKS????? If you want Santa on a surfboard, a proud peacock, Santa playing Texas Hold 'Em with his Reindeer, an oversized cowboy boot, penguins in an igloo, and yes, the classic--Santa coming out of an inflatable outhouse....

Then, you would be in luck. We found more renditions of secular outdoor displays than we could shake a stick at. But, NO Nativity.
Not even the cheesy plastic bubble-looking Mary, Joseph, and Baby Jesus.

Nothing, Zilch, Nada
I realize there will be a mass of folks out here that shrug and say, "What's the big deal?" Well, to us, the big deal is, without Jesus, there is no Christmas and the fact commercialism took over and took out the basic spirit of Christmas is more than appalling, it is very very sad.
I'm no Bible thumper, but, have a faith more expansive than my current home state and hope that even in my raciest of books, posts, blogs, etc, you see my message coming through that Jesus is more than the reason for the season, He is the reason for MY life.
I'm putting Christ back in Christmas at least in The Locker. I hope He is present in your heart as well.
Merry Christmas my friends! And to all, a good night, I mean day! And, wish us luck that we finally find an acceptable Nativity, even if it is for next year....sigh....
Peace

It's Only 600 Words and I Need Your Help! :)

2011-11-16T13:16:00.000-06:00

Hello Everyone!

Today in The Locker, I promote my 600 word short, Barren Lands. Yes, just 600 words. It's a flash fiction inspired by my courageous son.

This truly is NOT a tale about infertile women

but, a serious look at how a young man deals with loss.

Right now, I have it published on Lulu and it is downloadable for FREE, yep, FREE.

I really need reviews and candid critique. I know you, all my friends, will be happy to oblige. So, please take just a few minutes to check it out. The piece is G rated, and suitable for just about anyone. Especially anyone who has experienced loss, and not sure how to move forward from it. Thank you everyone!

http://www.lulu.com/product/ebook/barren-lands/18636656

Author Sara York Writes-How I Lick My Balls - A Story of Schweddy Balls and One Million Angry Moms

2011-11-14T11:58:00.003-06:00

Ok, today, I had to pimp my friend, Sara, on my blog. She writes an excellent post about ice cream, overreacting, opening the doors of communication about sex, and why we should all take ourselves a little less seriously sometimes and just have FUN with life....take a look

http://sarayork.blogspot.com/

How I Lick My Balls - A Story of Schweddy Balls and One Million Angry Moms

Have you heard? Schweddy Balls is out in...Well some stores are carrying the delightful treat, Schweddy Balls, but because One Million Moms got all pissy about the name of the ice cream most stores aren't. I went to the Angry Moms site and read their claim about why they didn't want Schweddy Balls in the stores and their answer was -

The vulgar new flavor has turned something as innocent as ice cream into something repulsive. Not exactly what you want a child asking for at the supermarket." - One Million Moms.com

Have to say that the flavor is not vulgar, rather good if you like rum.

Seriously, there are magazines with mostly naked women on the cover at eye level to your tyke when you check out of the store and you're complaining about a super small pint of ice cream that your child is probably not going to notice.

First let's address the issue of why the hell are you buying the expensive stuff for your toddlers? They don't need ice cream in the first place and unless your child is the next Einstein then they can't even read the label and if they can read the label then you already need to be talking to them about sex because if you don't someone else will. And you probably don't want the first conversation you have on the subject to be "Oh my, you're pregnant" or "Oh my, you have what sexually transmitted disease?"

In cartoons, Disney shows, and most definitely on Cartoon Network, sexual innuendo runs rampant. In the school yard and on the streets your kids are already talking about sex if they can read. If you're not talking to your kids about things like Schweddy Balls then someone else is and that other someone else isn't going to instill your values into the conversation.

I'm not just talking about lecturing kids. I'm talking about laughing with them over sexual jokes. *Gasp* Yes, I went there. Your kids are already making sexual jokes. They may not understand it but away from you, your little fourth grader is standing on the basketball court making a basket and yelling out "Wow, that was orgasmic." WTF - The kid doesn't even know what orgasmic really feels like or what to do with an orgasm and here they are talking sex. If you can't be silly and have fun about sexual topics with your kids then once your child has questions about sex where are they going to turn? To the person who makes them severely uncomfortable about sex or the kid down the street they've been laughing about sex with for the last ten years.

If you don't make sex a comfortable subject in your family then your child will talk sex with a person outside of your family who makes sex a comfortable subject.

Now the next issue. The Schweddy Balls skit from Saturday Night Live is funny, not disgusting. I can see why a lesbian might find Schweddy Balls disgusting, they just don't go there. But if you are a heterosexual female and you're a mom you've had your hand on some schweddy balls and if you haven't then why not? You should have explored your husband so throughly that you know how many hairs he has coming out of his butt crack. Sex is fun and exciting and should be enjoyed. And if you're a man, well you've had schweddy balls before so you're used to them.

Throw a little sexual foreplay into your dining routine and actually have fun. There's too much seriousness in life already. Get rid of your stuck up prudish ways and learn to laugh. Marriages don't end because the wife wasn't prudish enough, they end because too many women think sex is gross. Sex is beautiful. Sure, you may get a little sweaty and you might have some Schweddy Balls to deal with, but having sex brings you closer to your spouse. Learning to laugh about silly jokes like Schweddy Balls lightens your marriage so you can get through the tough stuff.

And the third thing I wanted to talk about is that the world doesn't exist so your child can have a Pollyannaish existence. If you don't want your child to see something or do something then don't bring it into your house. You don't like a certain TV network, then get rid of cable. If you just whined about *but then I can't watch The Real House Wives of Blah Town* then you need a reality check. It's not up to the world to grant your wishes about how you think everything should be run. If you don't want it in your house then you, yes you, should keep it out of your house. Don't make the rest of us suffer without Schweddy Balls because you've got a bee in your bonnet and you can't stand the fact that someone else is having fun and you're not.

After going to four grocery stores in our city I finally drove twenty miles to the Ben and Jerry's store to get Schweddy Balls. Then we as a family watched the Schweddy Balls skit and laughed so hard we cried. Why, because I want my teens to be comfortable talking about sex to me and because it was all day foreplay with my husband, texting him about my quest for Schweddy Balls and then before bed we had awesome sex that we'll be talking about for years.

I wish instead of the prudish one million moms trying to ruin the fun for everyone we could get one million moms who want to show their kids a balanced approach to life. One million moms who know that having fun isn't a detriment to their family but a fulfilling way to live. Stand up for fun, sex and Schweddy Balls.

Author Bonni Sansom is Here for a Visit!

2011-11-13T10:22:00.001-06:00

Today in The Locker, we have author Bonni Sansom. Her recent release, Jack's Christmas Wish, is now out for purchase. It's a sweet tale with enough heat to turn this sizzler from heart-warming to heart-throbbing. Bonni obliged me and stopped by to share a few words with me. Thank you Bonni for visiting me. Now, let's settle in with peppermint mocha coffee and get down to talking!

Hi Davee thanks for having me. First, I would like to start by introducing myself to everyone. I’m Bonni Sansom a full time mom, author and domestic goddess. I love to write hot steamy romance novels and my first release was on 11/11/11.

Jack’s Christmas Wish was originally a short story that ran amok. The characters took me on a journey (Yes, they talk to me) that led me from a short sweet love story to a BD/SM steamy romance. They were quite adamant about their desires. But the gist of the story is Lissa is a woman that’s hit hard times and takes a job as Santa’s sexy helper in a department store. Derek the hero is a Dom and the widowed father of little Jack and Jack asks Santa for a new mom for Christmas. Through Jack, Lissa and Derek meet with an instant attraction that spins into a whirlwind romance.

I really enjoyed these characters. They were easy to work with and Lissa never ceased to make me laugh with her humor. Little Jack was such a joy to write, reminding me of my daughter.

One question that always comes up is “when did I know I wanted to be a writer”? I never knew I just wrote. It was just a natural thing for me. I’ve been writing since I could hold a pencil and don’t plan to stop. The first book I wrote took me about a year to complete, but I’ve gotten much quicker since then. On average I can crank out a book in about a month now. Since I’ve been writing professionally, it took me about three years to get published and I thank Sizzler Editions for that.

Again, ,it was a pleasure sitting with you and sharing my story with you. Thanks for having me.

I appreciate Bonni taking the time to stop by and give me the opportunity to share her story with you. Thank you Bonni!!!! We women enjoy having an escape from reality with a sizzling romance to take us away from the everyday, and Bonni's book is a perfect escape.

So, My Locker Fans, Here is a surpise treat for you, Bonni is giving away a copy of her new hot release. Comment below for your chance to win! If you just can't wait to win it, the link below will lead you to Amazon for your opportunity to buy it!

Buy link
http://www.amazon.com/JACKS-CHRISTMAS-WISH-ebook/dp/B0066DZLUE/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1321199382&sr=1-1

Please let me know what you think about Bonni's inaugural book!

Charlie Sheen Got Nothin on Us

2011-11-12T22:36:00.000-06:00

Wow, what a day. We celebrated Veteran's Day one more day by running a 5k race this morning. I very much enjoy the competition. The Husband and I both received 3rd place medals for our age divisons. I admit, running, cycling, and triathlons tend to be more competitive the further up in age I get. But, the recovery period also becomes vital the older I become. LOL
What a day, I don't even have the energy to write a decent blog today. But, I'll make up for it later. Take care everyone and I hope this weekend holds a nice surprise somewhere for everyone.

Honoring Veteran's and Something Else To Check Out

2011-11-10T08:28:00.000-06:00

Good morning, What a beautiful Thursday, even better because it's my Friday. BIG however at this junction though because, it would not be my Friday without Veteran's of the United States of America, so, big Thank You right now to everyone who defends our nation. (and not thanking because i get the day off, either)

My grandfather was a Korean Conflict veteran, and the physical scars had nothing on the mental ones. Sometimes, I wonder how men and women serve and retain their sanity. It's a huge undertaking that not everyone can accomplish successfully, so again, my sincere thanks.

For my fellow writers out there, as a member of the Secret Cravings Publishing Yahoo Group, I became familiar with the site entitled ManicReaders. I joined, however, have very little experience yet with this group. Has anyone else joined this group? If not, maybe you would like to check it out:

http://www.manicreaders.com/

Just Sharing the Love

2011-11-08T11:17:00.000-06:00

Good morning, today in The Locker I once again share the wonderful work of Heaven Liegh. The reviews are coming in for her first book, The Demon Side, and from all the scuttle I see, it's certainly worth the time.

I, too, have a first to report. I finally downloaded the Kindle app to my phone and my very first purchase is, yep, you guessed it, this book right here. I can't wait to get started reading so I can add my review to this growing list of stars and lulus and all other kinds of kudos.
Our friend, Lisa, had beautiful words to share for Heaven, and please click the link below to read them too.
It's the Christmas season, you know, time to share the love. So, GET BUSY~ :)

Lisa's Ramblings-She Says it Beautifully

Short Story Contest Link

2011-11-07T08:33:00.000-06:00

Hello fellow bloggers!
Coming off a very busy weekend, but, only opened my computer once. Sometimes life beckons, you know?
I like to use my blog to pass along opportunities to you whenever I can and today is no exception.
Many of us enjoy the flash fiction genre, it's a mind bending quick roller coaster ride of a story, and a challenge to say so much with so little. To that end, I invite you to check out this contest sponsored by Lulu.
http://www.lulu.com/blog/2011/11/01/lulu-short-story-contest/?cid=110211_en_email_SHORTSTORY
If you have experience with Lulu, I'd love to hear about it. Good, bad, or indifferent.
Have a beautiful Monday and happy writing!

Typing like a true secretary....

2011-11-03T22:26:00.000-05:00

So, my friends and I are together once again for the Friday Flash Fiction. We use this picture and give our exact 100 word interpretation of what this says to us. What does this picture say to YOU?

Today, This Is What I See:

The overcast sky blanketed the sun’s rays from highlighting her physical flaws. The low luminosity of the day was perfect for a nude photo shoot outdoors. The glass of syrah did little to calm her nerves as she hoped he would appreciate her efforts as much as she deserved. As her breasts scraped against the rough bark of the bur oak tree, she allowed her mind to melt into the feeling of the rope against her wrists, keeping her captive there. The high of rope bondage always engaged her senses gloriously.

He would reap all benefits of her afterglow.

Lisa Worrall: http://lworrall.blogspot.com
Patricia Logan: http://naughtypassions.blogspot.com
Lee Brazil : http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/
Erika Pierce http://www.badassbookreviews.com
Lindsey Gray http://lindsey-gray.blogspot.com/
Heaven Liegh Eldeen: http://heavenliegheldeen.blogspot.com
Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/
Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/
Sara York : http://sarayork.blogspot.com
Cyril j. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com/
davee jones : http://finless.blogspot.com/
Venus Cahill : http://venusbookluvr.blogspot.com/
Muffy Wilson http://MuffyWilson.blogspot.com
Sherri Hayes http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/
Benjamin Russell: http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com
Luna Ella Aldora: http://ellaquinnspirit.blogspot.com/
Havan Fellows: http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com

Finish Today's Prompt....

2011-11-03T14:50:00.000-05:00

"His better judgment took a back seat for once as he succumbed to the pleasures of self stimulation..."

So, what can you guys do with THAT??

Lee Brazil : http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Lisa Worrall: http://www.blogger.com/goog_552771678

Benjamin Russell: http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/

Lani Rhea: http://lanirhea.blogspot.com/

Katie Harper: http://katieharperwrites.blogspot.com/

Patricia Logan: http://naughtypassions.blogspot.com/

Sara York : http://sarayork.blogspot.com/

Davee Jones : http://finless.blogspot.com/

Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com/

Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com/

Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/

Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/

Heaven Liegh Eldeen: http://heavenliegheldeen.blogspot.com/

Erika Pierce: http://badassbookreviews.com/

Havan Fellows: http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Luna Ella Aldora: http://ellaquinnspirit.blogspot.com/

Bonni Sansom: http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com/

I Won a Flash Fiction Contest!

2011-11-01T11:15:00.000-05:00

Good morning friends!
Each month, I check out a site called http://www.wakeupyourmuse.com/. I enjoy the challenge to keep my mind sharp and write off the cuff. If you are looking for methods to improve creativity, this just might be the ticket.

This month's prompt: She looked hard at herself in the mirror, but this was not a face she recognized.

Deadline for this month's entries is
11:59 on Wednesday, November 30th. Winners will be announced by
Thursday, December 1st.

The contests are definitely vanilla, but, really a good time-- and I won this month! Many thanks to Heaven Liegh Eldeen, as her description of a real estate agent, in her own work, assisted in my set-up of the story.
Please see my short work-exactly 400 words, entitled, 'Sign From The Shower', to follow. Enjoy!!

As they toured homes during the hot, sticky month of July, Matthew threatened several times to bail on the arduous task of finding the home of their dreams. However, Emily’s determination to move before the baby’s arrival was unyielding. By the third weekend in a row, they found themselves in a stalemate.
“Ok, please, just come with me today, I need you on this one,” Emily begged Matthew. “How can you enjoy trudging through stale-smelling homes, most of which have no electricity to even cool them down?” Matthew replied grumpily. “Today is the day, I can feel it honey, seriously, then, we won’t have to do this again for a very long time.” Emily widened her green eyes in his direction, and he knew he was a goner. “Fine,” the effeminate word sounded very masculine coming through his gritted teeth.
Matthew and Emily viewed the homes with the aid of a real estate agent; however, they insisted in riding separately from their agent. Matthew thought the woman wore excessively too much perfume for 100-degree weather and it choked him.
Mid-day on that last day, they pulled up to an oversized cottage on the outskirts of town. “Honey, what do you think?” She asked Matthew excitedly. Matthew held little enthusiasm as he replied, “Ahhh, looks like every other one so far, let’s go in and get this over with.”
They walked through each room and evaluated the artisanship, the decorating, and the layout. Emily looked out of the windows toward the garden and landscaping that surrounded the home.
It was hot in the home, as the owners locked the windows. Sweat poured down each of their faces and the agent decided to step outside to take a breather. “You’re choking on your perfume, aren’t you,” Matthew laughed to himself. Out of curiosity, he flipped a switch and a ceiling fan began to spin.
“What do you know, Emily, electricity!” Matthew took delight in what most normally take for granted. He found it refreshing this particular summer day. He wandered off by himself as Emily continued to evaluate the home. Then, a curious noise captured her attention. She could hear the shower running, so she knew it was now or never.
She walked in to find Matthew stripped naked standing under a cold running shower. “I think we found our sign honey, the utilities are on, I’m cooling off- let’s buy it!”

Bigfoot--Do You Believe?

2011-10-29T08:56:00.001-05:00

In the middle of Southeastern Oklahoma, there are tales of a large, hairy, human-like creature who roams the forests. Some of my brothers friends swear they have seen him, rambling outside my brothers' deer trailer in the middle of a clearing. The sightings made grown men drive crazily out of those woods in the middle of the night.
My mother and I took my niece and daughter camping a few years ago about 1/4 mile away from the deer lease spot, just over a wooded and rocky ridge in another clearing by the catfish pond. We set up the tent, started a fire, and enjoyed sharing marshmallows and hot dogs as we watched the dogs play.
Night fell and with no real lighting other than the fire, we opted to call it a night. We each had cots in the tent and all was quiet. The sounds of crickets, owls, and the occasional coyote howl worked as white noise to lull us to sleep.
Suddenly, I heard a sound like I had never heard before. I lie there on the cot and swore I heard the Star Wars character, Chewbacca, in the distance. The roar echoed across the meadow and sounded as if it were just a few yards away. I looked toward the opening of the tent, half expecting the dogs to start barking. They remained silent.
I chose not to say anything, as the kids remained quiet. No one in our tent said a word. I heard the sound of breathing and attempted to relax once again.
A bit closer now, I heard the same roaring echo bouncing off the trees and rocks, making it's way into our small tent. What I hoped I'd imagined before, I knew was a reality. Terrified, I remained calm, once again staring at the opening to the tent, still zipped tightly shut.
The rest of the night was uneventful.
The next morning, as we loaded up our gear and prepared to go home to a hot breakfast, I casually asked my mom if she had heard a strange noise in the night, just as we were falling asleep. She laughed nervously and said, "well, I was reaching for my pistol under my pillow."
We still do not know what made that noise. We know wild boar and cougars frequent the area, but, this was not their call.
We discuss it to this day and consider it our personal encounter with Bigfoot.

My family is headed up again today to the ranch for a bonfire in the exact same location. We plan a hayride through the dark, scary woods. I must admit, part of me hopes we encounter the same creature again, it would top this Halloween weekend perfectly.
Happy Halloween!!

It's FFF time!!!

2011-10-27T23:02:00.000-05:00

So, my friends and I are together once again for the Friday Flash Fiction. We use this picture and give our exact 100 word interpretation of what this says to us. What does this picture say to YOU?

“That crazy bastard thinks he’s gonna touch me after he groped that damn cat,” Tiana thought to herself. She knew she was helpless- he chained her to a column in the front room. “You be good now, or I’ll put tuna fish on your nipples, Princess attacks her tuna with her teeth,” he susurrated.

Tiana attempted calm, but it was difficult as her captor’s eyes grew wilder each moment. He approached her and put the cat down by her lap. Without thinking, she wrapped the chain around the cat’s neck and snapped it tight. “Oh no, what did I do….”

Please visit my friends with their sizzling interpretations as well. I promise you will not be disappointed. We also have a compiliation of these posts on our blog http://flasherfridayfiction.blogspot.com/.

Lee Brazil : http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Lisa Worrall: http://www.blogger.com/goog_552771678

Benjamin Russell: http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/

Lani Rhea: http://lanirhea.blogspot.com/

Katie Harper: http://katieharperwrites.blogspot.com/

Patricia Logan: http://naughtypassions.blogspot.com/

Sara York : http://sarayork.blogspot.com/

Davee Jones : http://finless.blogspot.com/

Cyril J. Michael: http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com/

Venus Cahill: http://www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com/

Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/

Sherri Hayes: http://sherri-hayes.blogspot.com/

Snippet From WIP---something creepy this way comes....

2011-10-25T15:35:00.000-05:00

The evil Shadow killed once again and he took his prize--her body-- to the top of Mount Evans, just outside Evergreen, CO. As he salivated at the opportunity to present her decaying carcass to his next victim, something else happened to thwart his plan----

"The Shadow once again screamed in rage at losing his possession. He knew she was gone, this battle won by the heavenly Creator. As he scrambled to improvise his plan, he left her car in the location at the base of Mount Evans. He left it unlocked with her cell phone inside. The heavily visited location drew scores of hikers and mountaineers. The Shadow knew someone would report her car to the proper authorities.

Perfect, one step closer to Colin's demise.

The Shadow needed to proceed with the improvisations in his plan; however, his hate affected his human-like appearance. The Shadow’s blackened skin scaled and peeled, his eyes turned yellow, appearing jaundiced, and his hands were twisted claws. The Shadow’s sparse animal like hair blew in wild directions all over his exposed exterior. This time, he had a difficult time restoring his human façade. The battle with Christ left him weakened and marred. He must calm his demeanor to draw forth the human inside him. He beckoned his human cover, “Clark”, with all his baleful might."

OOOOOOH the Excitement Builds

2011-10-23T20:23:00.000-05:00

I love Halloween. I spent the day today, in between coughs and sneezes, decorating for Halloween.

For the past fifteen years or so, I've wanted to be Poison Ivy. But, have never taken the time to find all the right pieces to make the costume work.

I fear if I wait too much longer, I'll be Geriatric Ivy and won't really rock the costume. I'm pushing it now as it is. (I keep reading the over 40 articles telling us what we "can" and "cannot" wear, ugh)

I was Amy Winehouse last year, I so much love her music and still saddens me we will not hear new music from such a talented soul. My beehive was not as commanding as hers, but, I just do not have the gift of hairstyling.
So, putting the question out there, who of you will be dressing up? And, puh-leaze, send me pictures, if you will, and I will pimp you rocking your costume here on my blog.
If pictures aren't your thing, please send me your creative suggestions for what you will dress up as, or in your fantasy, what you would like to be.
I think I'm gonna be a pirate this year, go figure.

FFF -- my friends' contributions

2011-10-21T08:41:00.000-05:00

What does this picture say to YOU? Is this woman satiated, or does she need something more? Should he just put down his smoke and grab her by the hair? If you aren't sure where to begin, check out the interpretations my friends had in exactly 100 words. Enjoy!

http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.com/

Check it out kids!

2011-10-20T14:25:00.001-05:00

You can now purchase the lovely Heaven Liegh Eldeen's book from Amazon.

The Demon Side-- http://www.amazon.com/Demon-Side-ebook

Interview with John Divad - Heaven Gets a Moment

2011-10-17T19:21:00.002-05:00

Hello---today deep in the Locker I have my first guest! Author, Heaven Liegh Eldeen, graciously agreed to stop by for a visit and share her interview with John Divad from The Demon Side. Please share this blog with your friends as we all get to know the many dimensions of The Demon Side.

Please also see Katie Harper's blogspot featuring Heaven's interview with the underworld, Rahovart, the demon pivotal in The Demon Side.

http://katieharperwrites.blogspot.com/2011/10/meet-demon.html

Watch for the release of this intense thriller in just four short days!

And now, the wonderfully talented Heaven:

Today I am sitting down with Master Gunnery Sergeant John Divad from The Demon Side. I have to admit, I am more excited about this interview than any other. Always the rock, trying desperately to hold his family and career together, John handles every situation thrown at him with the grace of a bull in a china shop, but also with the purest of intentions. I can’t help but to feel for the guy and root him on, as he finds himself battling against his invisible enemies; his wife’s alcoholism and his daughter’s Schizophrenia.

Me: “Good morning John. How are you doing?”

John: “I am doing just fine, Ma’am. And yourself?”

Me: “Good, thank you. But please, call me Heaven. Ma’am makes me feel old.”

John: “Suit yourself Ma’am, I mean Heaven.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but I have to ask first and foremost, why did you join the Marine Corps?”

John: “Growing up on a cattle farm in Chino Valley, Arizona doesn’t leave you many options. You either, work the farms, join the rodeo or you move on. I moved to Phoenix when I was 17, shortly after graduating high school, where I got a job at a fast food restaurant.
Working the late shift one evening, my nose was busted to hell, during a robbery of the restaurant. Unable to afford proper health care, I went to a clinic next to a recruiting center. Waiting to see the doctor, I struck up a conversation with a Marine Corps recruiter, who was standing outside smoking a cigarette. Next thing I know, a few days later, I’m walking on yellow painted foot prints, with some guy yelling at me.”

Me: “What is your current occupation with the Marine Corps?”

John: “My current MOS, excuse me, Military Occupational Specialty, is 0171 Manpower Information Systems Analyst.”

Me: “What is that, exactly?”

John: “Typical duties of MIS analyst include research, procedural or system problem solving for reporting units, monitoring completion of class I systems cyclic updates, and conducting educational/training contact visits to both active and reserve reporting units within the regional jurisdiction.”

Me: “That’s a mouthful. Have you always been an MIS Analyst, as you put it?”

John: “No. Originally, I served as a 0369 Infantry Unit Leader.”

Me: “Why did you change jobs in the middle of your career?”

John: “Due to poor decision making, on my part, I was recently demoted to the rank of Master Gunnery Sergeant and transferred to my current duty station, Marine Corps Base Quantico. With the new transfer, came a new job.”

Me: “What decision landed you in the military’s hot seat?”

John: “I made a decision that cost the lives of innocent people. That is all the further I will go into the matter.”

Me: “Okay, moving on then. How long ago did your first wife, Etta’s mother, pass away?”

John: “She died eight years ago, in a car accident.”

Me: “How did that affect you and your career?”

John: “Her death destroyed me on the inside. Finding solace in my work, my career flourished.”

Me: “How did you come about to marrying your deceased wife’s best friend?”

John: “I get a lot of disgusted looks for that decision, but the answer is simple. Shortly after my wife’s death, I was deployed to Iraq. Rene took care of Etta, as if she were her own, while I was gone. We talked on the phone and emailed each other as much as I possibly could. We became very close through our grief and love for Etta over those eighteen months.
She knew my life, the sacrifices it required and I knew hers. Most importantly, Etta loved her. Though she lost her mother, she still had a feminine figure to lean on. It only made perfect sense to marry her and bring back a sense a family dynamic to our lives.”

Me: “When you married Rene, did you know she was an alcoholic?”

John: “Rene didn’t drink before we were married. She started with a glass of wine with dinner every night. I didn’t realize there was a problem until our one year anniversary. There had been this restaurant she had been dying to go to, some fancy French place. I made reservations five months in advance, hired a limo, and bought this tennis bracelet that cost me three months wages. She wanted romance and I was going to give it to her.
Unfortunately, the restaurant had quite the wine list. Instead of enjoying a nice, well prepared meal, I watched her drink her dinner. The more I protested the more she knocked back. At the end of the night, I had to carry her out of the restaurant. She was so blitzed, half way home, I had to pull over to the side of the road and force my fingers down her throat to get her to throw up the booze. We spent the rest of the evening in the E.R, while she was treated for alcohol poisoning.”

Me: “And how do you feel about her alcoholism, now?”

John: “I hate it. I have never been much of a drinker. I don’t enjoy not having control of my body or mind. It is hard for me to understand how someone, especially as strong minded as Rene, could give into it so deeply. It doesn’t make the home life any easier either. Between her and Etta, I feel like I’m fighting a losing battle.”

Me: “There are options to help treat her disease. Have you thought about admitting her into a rehab or out-patient program?”

John: “I’ve tried, but as the old saying goes ‘You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it sober up.’ sums up my success with her treatments.”

Me: “At what age was Etta when she was diagnosed with Schizophrenia?”

John: “That’s the beautifully messed up part about it all. I got slammed with Etta’s diagnosis three days after my one year anniversary and a month shy of Etta’s twelfth birthday.”

Me: “What caused you take her in to get diagnosed?”

John: “While I shoved my fingers down Rene’s throat, my daughter was busy chasing imaginary demons with a butcher knife, throughout her babysitter’s house, which I wasn’t made aware of until weeks later, through a friend.
When I picked her up from the babysitter’s, she had been acting strangely. My little girl didn’t run up, arms open for a hug, screaming “My devil doggie!” as she always did since she could talk. Instead, I got a cold “Can we go now?” She wouldn’t let me grab her overnight bag, let alone allow me near her.
I attempted to talk to her, but she would only ramble on about bad demons and ghosts trying to touch her. I first assumed she had been sexually assaulted. Before going to the babysitter’s house and killing everyone in it, I took her into medical for an exam. You could imagine my surprise when the doctor came out saying everything was intact, no abuse occurred, but recommends she see a psychiatrist.”

Me: “Almost twelve, you say? That’s pretty young for such a diagnosis?”

John: “Diseases don’t care how old you are. They don’t care about your race, your religion, the clothes you wear or the amount of money you make. They do not discriminate, period. Man could actually learn a lot from them.”

Me: “There is a scene in The Demon Side in which Rene physically attacks Etta. What are your feelings on that?”

John: “Most of the time…I’m confused about it. With the fire tornado that their diseases create, you would never have guessed that, they were once tighter than two ticks on a dog’s nuts.”

Me: “How do you handle your deployments knowing you’re leaving a wife and daughter alone, together?”

John: “It helps having a support system. Before any deployment, I make sure I have plenty of people checking in on my girls, everyone from friends to social workers. The Marine Corp helps out a lot with this as well. All the different updates can be draining, especially when you have a social worker telling you one thing, and your wife or daughter, telling you another. But, I’m there with a job to do. If I don’t keep my head in the game, I may not come home with one.”

Me: “And Etta’s demons? What do you think of those?”

John: “Demons are the fabrication of a young mind that has been wired differently than most.”

Me: “You don’t believe your daughter sees Demons?”

John: “Absolutely not. I won’t indulge in this line of questioning any further.”

Me: “Alright. I have a question here from Katie Harper. She asks “Describe a perfect day.”

John: “A perfect day consists of waking up, putting on my slippers and being greeted by happy, healthy versions of my wife and daughter.”

Me: “Again this question is from Katie Harper. “If you could be granted one wish, what would it be?”

John: “Just once, I would like to have a perfect day.”

Me: The following questions come from Amy Schmidt. “John, who or what, inspires you?”

John: “Definitely my family. The drive me to be the best husband, father and Marine, I can be. Without them, I’m just a Jarhead on auto-pilot.”

Me: “Does anything scare you?”

John: “There are many things in this world that terrify me. Going to war, losing my family, ruining my perfect credit score, and spiders, are all things that scare me.”

Me: “With all the stressors in your life, what do you do to relax?”

John: “I eat candy, lots and lots of candy.”

Me: “Which candies are your favorites?”

John: “It depends on my mood and what’s going on. Hershey’s Special Dark is good for the days I want to ring someone’s neck. Payday bars are great anytime time of day. Tootsie Pops, I really enjoy when I’m deployed, they don’t melt. If I have to narrow it down to one though, my all-time favorite would have to be Tootsie Rolls. I’ll admit when I get one in an MRE, I get excited like a little boy on Christmas morning.”

Me: “Is there anything you would like to add before we conclude our interview?”

John: “No Ma’am. Nothing comes to mind. I think we covered enough bases for now. Plus, I don’t want to go off ruining the story. The book will be out soon enough.”

When she’s not kissing owies, climbing Mount Dishmore, or obsessing over her Facebook page, you can find Heaven at the computer, revising or editing one of her five works in progress, or with her nose buried in a text book. Eleven years later, still clean, sober, unaffiliated, and happily married, Heaven reflects on her past, using her experiences to inspire her writing. Having lived in many states, she has now settled down in California with her husband, her son and a betta fish named Barry.

Read the musings of the lovely and talented Heaven Liegh here.

Want to know more? Be sure to check out The Demon Side, releasing October 21st, 2011!! Next week, Heaven will be doing a Bio and Interview with the infamously, wicked step-mother, Rene! Have a question you’re dying to ask her? Leave your question in the comment box below or hit Heaven up at:

https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Demon-Side-written-by-Heaven-Liegh-Eldeen/211463932202429

She would love to hear from YOU!

Mother's Pride

2011-10-17T10:23:00.000-05:00

My daughter, Allee, has her first literary publication this year! She is 11. So, this blog turns G rated to honor her today.

Curious, cute, green
Nice, small, chameleon
Innocent, little
Cleo

Awesome job to my amazing daughter!

No FFF for me

2011-10-14T08:07:00.000-05:00

I was out of town, and did not sign up to post for the amazing picture today.

However, please use your imagination and comment as to what your 100 word interpretation would be!
Happy Blogging!

Inspiration

2011-10-13T11:32:00.000-05:00

Inspiration is found in many places, with the company of certain people, in the music we listen to, etc. I found some inspiration this past week during our CA trip. In the locker today are some shots I took of a few of the beautiful things we saw. Enjoy:

Snipped from Current WIP--enjoy!

2011-10-07T16:09:00.000-05:00

The Shadow knew that she kept her bike on the back of her small SUV. She also maintained two water bottles in two cages mounted on the frame of her bike. The Shadow had just the perfect performance enhancing concoction to ensure his success on her final ride. One Friday night, as she lay sleeping-resting for her third Saturday of the month solo ride-The Shadow injected both bottles with his magic brew.
He anticipated that by uphill mile three, she would pull a long drink from the first bottle. She would then begin to feel dry mouthed from the chemicals. She would then take a longer pull from the bottle somewhere around mile seven. She would become dizzy around mile ten, and by mile twelve, she would dump over as the chemicals rendered her unconscious.

CONTRACT TIME!!

2011-10-05T09:55:00.000-05:00

I have a contract offer on my first book, Finless. This has been a personal project in the making for quite some time. I'm beside myself with joy and hope you will all continue to follow me through this first success and hope to have many more to share.
I hope you all have a moment to celebrate today.
It's also my husband's birthday, so, we will definitely be festive in our home tonight!
happy birthday honey!

FFF---Yummy

2011-09-30T04:00:00.005-05:00

Following is my interpretation in 100 words of what this picture depicts to me:

“I’ve never allowed anyone to blindfold me before, I’m not sure I like it,” She breathed heavily into his torso. He laughed and replied, “You know you do-- just as much as you like me to have a handful of your silky hair. You like relinquishing your control, admit it.”
“What I would like is for you to finish undressing,” as she tugged at the waistline of his pants. He disagreed, “Not so fast, my pretty, I’ve waited too long for this to rush now.”
He was about to up the ante. He reached around her for the violent wand……

Want to see more? Please visit the blogs of my friends for their take on this saucy picture. You can view from http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-30-2011.html
Bonni Sansom : http://bonnisansom.blogspot.com

Venus Cahill : http://venusbookluvr.blogspot.com

Betty Carton ; http://bettysbloggingplace.blogspot.com/p/flash-friday.html

Davee Jones: http://finless.blogspot.com/

Sara York : http://sarayork.blogspot.com

Muffy Wilson : http://MuffyWilson.blogspot.com : WoooooHoooo, great pic:) xo

Heaven Liegh Eldeen Author : http://heavenliegheldeen.blogspot.com

Katie Harper : http://katieharperwrites.blogspot.com/

Benjamin Russell : http://incubuschronicles.blogspot.com/

Ana Hart: http://anahart03.blogspot.com/

Gemma Parkes http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/

Lani Rhea : www.lanirhea.blogspot.com

Rhea Archer : www.rheaarcher.blogspot.com

JP Archer : http://jp-archer.blogspot.com : jparcher70@gmail.com

Cyril J. Michael : http://authorcyriljmichaels.blogspot.com/

Patricia Logan : www.naughtypassions.blogspot.com

Monday

2011-09-26T10:13:00.000-05:00

Ahh the beginning of a new week. Anyone have any really creepy Halloween stories to share? The weirder the better...lol

Something a bit uncomfortable

2011-09-24T21:27:00.000-05:00

The Husband and I were in the adult store the other night. As I perused the supply on the wall, the vibrators were in all colors, shapes, and sizes.

However, I have to say, I'm not a fan of those that resemble---- animals.

Ok, seriously, names like the rabbit or dolphin. These are warm and fuzzy friends, sometime stuffed to take to bed at night for comfort. I didn't think that comfort changed as an adult. I don't envision taking a rubber or hard plastic rabbit to bed to ease my, ahem, sleeping problems.

I'm not knocking it if you have one, and please maybe you can help me understand what I seem to obviously be missing. Yes, Yes, I get it the double ears or bottle nose, but, can't those be shaped into something just as effective?

The one(s) I own are very plain and resemble some rocket or bullet, and I daresay they do the job just fine.

Ok, guess it's off to bed, and not with my stuffed rabbit. *wink*

Oohh, kiddies, better late than never....FFF

2011-09-23T20:38:00.000-05:00

The feisty lil misses set up her companion quite well....she had him right where she wanted him:

“You could have at least taken the plug out of my ass before you put these atrocious pink Speedo-wannabe skivvies on me.” He growled.
“Nah, it’s time for YOU to be a little uncomfortable for a change.” She replied so sweetly, it was eerie.
“C’mon, I gave you what you wanted, now, untie me….please,” he begged. She chucked her tongue in disagreement, “Now, you didn’t really give anything to me, I still had to look for it. You vaguely told me where it could be.”
“Dammit, untie me! You have the stupid remote control, watch what you want tonight!”

Want more????? Check these out as well!

Lani Rhea : www.lanirhea.blogspot.com

Rhea Archer : www.rheaarcher.blogspot.com

Sara York : http://sarayork.blogspot.com

Cyril J Michael : http://authorcyriljmichael.blogspot.com

Muffy Wilson : http://muffywilson.blogspot.com : Yummmmmmmmmm-O

Gemma Parkes: http://gemmaparkes.blogspot.com/

Katie Harper : http://katieharperwrites.blogspot.com/

JP Archer : http://jp-archer.blogspot.com : jparcher70@gmail.com

Heaven Liegh Eldeen : http://heavenliegheldeen.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows : http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com

Lee Brazil: : http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Venus Cahill: www.venusbookluvr.blogspot.com
Betty Carlton: http://bettysbloggingplace.blogspot.com/p/flash-friday.html

test

2011-09-20T15:45:00.000-05:00

Greetings from the cubicle at Big Brother
this place squelches my creativity, but pays the bills

Spontaneous Combustion

2011-09-16T14:52:00.002-05:00

They said it was a case of spontaneous combustion. Her common sense blew up and covered everyone with its toxic debris. What she considered righteous and wise was most anything else in the eyes of her peers. Her crafted words spewed hatefulness, spite, and contempt designed to tear down the happiness of anyone around her.
As her children desiccated into a shell of their former selves, she continued the rant. Squeezing the life of their promising souls, she would not stop until they felt just as badly as she did. Imagine bringing a child into the world, not to nourish and cherish, but just to build your own vile team. Everyone needs supporters, if you can’t recruit ‘em, create ‘em.
Thus, hate begets hate and the cycle continues. When you know no other way, it becomes easy to understand why we have atheists in this world. Words like grace, peace, and love have no place in their small and miserable world.
How sad they do not know there is another way to live….

Tidbit From New Book

2011-09-13T17:12:00.002-05:00

As the first movie started, Indigo had no idea how she would fake it through the next several hours. Thankfully, the first movie had a story line that did not always involve teeth, blood, or screams. Indigo tried to relax and overcome her phobia, as the other girls’ eyes remained glued to the TV screen. Indigo discreetly kept her eyes closed for the majority of the first movie, but the sounds were enough to ignite the terror in her thoughts. Indigo opened her eyes long enough to catch the main character morphing excruciatingly into a werewolf. She sat stunned and speechless as his bones cracked and his skin popped during the painful transformation.

Flash Fiction Friday

2011-09-09T22:56:00.001-05:00

Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday. 100 words to describe one sizzling photo. Please visit our compilation blog of our group of writers who contribute to make one TGIF!

“I can’t believe I’m sneaking out the window for this!” muttered Olivia under her breath. She grabbed the silk nightgown as a precaution for the return home.
“Are we really going to rendezvous in the treehouse,” she whispered into the walkie talkie she retrieved from the back of her panties. She now realized she would need to buy a new one for her son, she could never let him put it up to his mouth again.
“Yes,” her husband seethed, “it’s the only place the kids won’t look! We only have twenty minutes, so hurry up, will you-- I’m hard!”

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The Idaho Kangaroo and Texas House Rabbit

2011-09-05T21:25:00.000-05:00

These chronicles are just beginning. How can two such unlikely figures be so instrumental in resetting my wayward sights on hope and resilience?
Anytime I think I could be lost or down, once again there they are leading me through the darkness. In the midst of any snow storm or life crisis.
It is also there when I need to be there for someone I love. Like tonight.
Allee, I hope we see the Texas House Rabbit again and he makes us his permanent home once more.
To be continued...

Hmm....could it be????

2011-09-01T12:46:00.000-05:00

Sarah did not believe she began life equating pain with pleasure. The usual formative years give way to the natural progression of pleasure begets pleasure. However, along that path, sometimes something deviant occurs. Intentionally disobeying as a child invokes the spanking, in turn invoking…..pleasure? How can this be? Sarah did not begin life embracing the role of masochist. She was a quiet, yet well-behaved child who rarely received corporal punishment.

Chapter One....Finless

2011-08-31T12:45:00.000-05:00

Squeeeeeze, tighter, tighter, colors dance behind Sarah’s eyes. Blue, purple, and pink dots dance and tease her consciousness. She opens her eyes for that split second, to see those ice blue eyes drilling a determined and powerful gaze into her helpless face. Blue eyes turn to black, and all light begins to fade…..is that evil taking over?

Does This Exist????

2011-08-30T12:44:00.000-05:00

Is there ever a thing as total satisfaction? Seems that most of us keep wanting more and more, the further along in life we go. I equate satisfaction with mediocrity and that does not settle well with me.

Life has taught me that I cannot depend on another human being to see me through to success. Other people have fraught my life with disappointment upon dismal disappointment, and worst yet, I allowed it. Tumultuous cycle of doom and gloom.

This script began at age two when my dad walked away from our house and left me on the front steps of the porch, crying because he did not say goodbye to me. I tried counting on a male since that time, and when I did, I was devastated. But, I began to wonder if the blame belonged to only me, and I was the instrumental figure in my own downfall.

totally random, from the son....

2011-08-29T12:43:00.000-05:00

Going through all my writing and randomness and found this good gem in the slush pile. My son comes by his creativity honestly. He sent me this email from deer camp one November….

“The one and only GWH speaking, its now day 6 out in the cold, jim had to shoot a wild squirrell to keep us alive. got almost whole box of bullets but i dont know how long thats gonna last. the temperatures dropping rapidly but my half a beard and my wool socks are keeping me warm. the big bucks are starting to roam, g2g hit the woods.

ps. love and miss u mom”

the things we know

2011-08-28T12:42:00.000-05:00

It’s easy to write about things I know. The words fly off the page and create a type of wrist/brain carpal tunnel which isn’t easily cured. However, it’s the pain of the things I know which gives me pause. How much am I willing to share with the world? It doesn’t matter if it gains me an audience or notoriety, the cost of the divulged could be limitless. I have to remind myself of that often.

Addictions...

2011-08-27T12:42:00.000-05:00

what are your addictions? we all seem to have something…sometimes we just have to think about it. not everything is labled “bad”, yet, it can have just as strong of a hold on our psyche. so, let’s say I’m not downing a bottle of wine everyday, but, i’m always on the computer? i believe anything which distorts or damages our connection to ourselves and those we love is dangerous. what are your thoughts?

Princess

2011-08-26T12:40:00.000-05:00

Her skirt was shorter than her mother would have allowed, so, she was lucky she made it out the front door undetected. As she snuck her way down the quiet sidewalk, she found her feet could not keep up with the excitement brewing in her mind. She could already imagine the music in the air, the handsome men in sharp suits, and her hopes of finding a dashing dancing partner. She knew mother would forbid her to visit such a place of ill repute, but she could not keep herself from going back. Some girls even wore long strands of beads, stockings with garters, and feathers in their carefully coiffed hair! She did not own such fancy clothing yet, but knew it would not be long before she had a fringed dress of her own. She could already imagine the colors and the way she could spin and twirl to make the fringe skip. She giggled aloud at her own imagination and she felt more butterflies in her stomach. She did have a beaded headband she had gotten as a birthday gift when she turned 15, and she wore that in her hair for added sparkle—she thought of it as her princess crown. Her Walter always called her his princess. He would smile and tell her how proud he was of her and that she would always be his princess. Her mood suddenly changed somber when she noticed darkness had begun to fall as she drew further away from home. She hoped she was close to the speakeasy. She did not know if the part of town she was in to be a bad neighborhood or not, because frankly, she did not care. She forced her thoughts back to the music, the lights, and the happiness she would feel when she arrived at her destination. Her imagination kept her entertained as she continued along the sidewalk. She began to wonder if her dapper black haired gentleman would already be there, waiting and she smiled at the prospect of sharing the dance floor with him. She thought about her life lately at home and wondered why everything seemed so stifled and sad. She needed this escape to bring a smile to her troubled heart. She had difficulty remembering the last time she smiled. As she continued on her way, it was taking longer for her to reach her destination than usual. She wondered if in her daydreaming she had taken a wrong turn at a crosswalk, yet only briefly thought of stopping. She was sure she had to be going in the right direction! Determined, she puffed out her chest and kept walking. As she continued, it became more difficult and she wondered if she would have the energy to dance the night away as she normally did. She did not recall it being this far before, and her feet were becoming tired in her dancing shoes. Unexpectedly, headlights shone upon her and she shielded her eyes from the glare. The brightness hurt and she could not see as confusion took over. She heard a man’s voice gently calling to her from behind the shining lights, “Ruby, is that you”? She replied, “Yes, are you my Walter? I’m lost and can’t find my way to the hall,” she answered feebly. From behind the lights, a police officer stepped close to Ruby to offer some assistance. Ruby was dressed in her nightgown and slippers, just as her granddaughter said she would be. Ruby had slipped out into the late evening, away from the watching eyes of her family. Her granddaughter explained to the police officer that her grandmother had been trying to sneak out of the house in the still of the evening. This particular evening, her determination finally rewarded her with a moment to escape. Ruby kept insisting to everyone that she needed to find her dancing partner. Her family knew she was speaking of her late husband, Walter, the only man who had brought such an intimate smile to her face. He was the love of her life and had passed away about a year prior. Ruby was devastated. Ruby’s health had been failing and her mind had been reverting to an earlier time of joy and enchantment. She had always loved to dance and that is how she had met her handsome, black haired soul-mate all those years ago. As a young girl, she would sneak away at least once a month to enjoy the music and excitement of the local dance hall. She began to imagine lately she was again a young girl stealing away to meet her prince of the dance hall. She had seen her granddaughter wear a black beaded headband and her eyes lit up when her granddaughter said she could borrow it. Ruby called it her crown and said she would always be Walter’s princess. She wore it all the time. It was one of her only reasons to smile these days. “Let’s go Ruby; I need to get you home. Your family is worried about you,” said the cop. He gently took her hand and led her to his car. Ruby smiled as her mind wandered to a happier time and for the moment, the warmth of her memories enveloped the cold emptiness that normally filled her chest. She closed her eyes as the patrol car took her home. Her mind would remain forever in the bliss of her life with Walter, no matter how her body failed. She hoped it would not be long before she was in his arms again. This time, it would be forever.

FFF! August 26

2011-08-26T06:06:00.000-05:00

Ike unleashed his pent up power upon Irene. As the rain smacked against the window, he pushed her against the pane so he could see the forces pounding the glass. The risk of the window shattering only heightened their excitement and dared them on. As they released the pressure of their combined forces of nature, they would stop short of the climatic pinnacle to keep spinning in one place, drenching everything with their torrential ferocity. “Hurricane indeed,” growled Ike,” I’ll show you a reason to be afraid,” as he pulled Irene by the hair back toward him for round two

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My attempt at the Christmas Short...initial phases...what yall think?

2011-08-25T20:43:00.000-05:00

The red velveteen thong inched its way up the crack of Eve’s frozen ass, chafing a bit more with each stride she took. She wondered if all the effort was really worth it. A thought abruptly occurred to her, wow, maybe if she moved just so…as she twisted her torso mid-stride, the string just might reach where it needed to. Was it possible, she could only hope? She quickly stopped hoping as she remembered it had been so long since she had an orgasm, she forgot just where “X” marked the spot for her release.

Eve had to purchase these new sexy red panties for the occasion because she had tossed most of her former collection of knickers into the garbage one night in a fit of frustration. She kept the ones that did not show lines under her business suits or were suitable for jogging. The kind of underwear that covered most of her deliciousness and were anything but eye candy.

Nikolas still failed to notice.

She was wearing a short red skirt with white tulle from the pettiskirt peeking from just below the hem. Her sinewy legs were soft, tanned and smooth from the recent visit to the salon. She had a matching bolero jacket with green accent around the neckline. She wore a white lace camisole and red demi bra, her breasts bulging suggestively over the top of the skimpy fabric.

“I look like Santa’s hooker”, she muttered to her reflection in the floor length mirror of their bedroom. Nevertheless, she was determined to carry through with her mission to melt the iceberg stubbornly lodged between them. Eve knew Nikolas was either too stubborn or complacent to resolve the mountain of frigidity now firmly resting inside their marriage.

Eve smiled as she remembered how she met Nikolas. She saw his tall frame walk through a doorway. Ironically, the threshold was adorned obnoxiously with a large bunch of mistletoe tied together with silver ribbon. She did not see his face until after she coyly chased him down. She just knew there was something appealing about the way he carried his broad shoulders. “If he has blue eyes, I will talk to him”, she had already dared herself to stay the course and follow through with her personal challenge.

His eyes were indeed a chilling yet delicious blue and goose bumps attacked her skin with a vengeance. She drew in a sharp breath with a telltale, “oh”, and had no clue what to say next. Nikolas saved her integrity by extending his hand to gently shake her own with a proper introduction. The sweat pooling in her palm and the quaking from her thighs breached her integrity. She had never felt this much carnal desire for a man, especially one she had just met!

Lust at first sight, hello, Eve, it did exist. “Correction -DOES exist!” she yelled back at her reflective self.

Eve used this trip down memory lane to fuel her determination to see this through. She knew that love eventually replaced her lust for Nikolas and she deeply loved her tall, blue-eyed partner. It was the lust she wanted back in their lives; lust was the missing integral piece for quite some time now. Especially for two so physically minded human beings.

Eve put the finishing touches on her sultry tousled up-do and applied long wearing lipstick in “fuck-me” red. The metallic green shadow was smoky against her own brown eyes. She felt like she belonged in an issue of Naughty Elf magazine. She could not help her imagination from running away with her as she pictured herself in a pair of pointed ears. Her laugh was loud and raucous as she allowed herself the imagery. Eve enjoyed making fun of herself; she was very good at it. She wondered, “How many shots of that peppermint schnapps have I taken”? Eve concluded she had taken enough to make her silly and brave and she needed an abundance of both of those things right now.

Eve decided it was a good thing not to go full-on elf and left the concept of ears on the drawing board table. The ears would totally remove the sexuality of the moment. “Sexuall? Well, yes, I am.” She turned slowly to evaluate her choice of clothing, hair and make-up. She lifted her skirt to see how the thong looked in place. She bent over forward, and with the angled mirror in place, could see pink skin, freshly waxed and smooth. She slid her fingers along her feminine lips and enjoyed the silkiness. She needed to stop or she might not make it to the hotel, it had been so long since she climaxed. She just had not been interested. But, the combination of the schnapps and the sexy clothes made her ripe and juicy. Ok, now she was ready. The pre-date jitters settled themselves with her raunchy, quick, solo interlude.

It was cold outside and snow was lightly falling. The sky was dark and still. She looked out the window, went through a swift checklist in her mind and decided it was time to go. Eve purchased a black cloak with silver threaded accents to wear over her impish frock. She gently shrouded herself in the warm black wool and walked out to her car.

She did not warm the car up before she left, she needed the chill to knock off the dwindling effect of the schnapps and sharpen her senses. It was only then she allowed negative thoughts to enter into the evening. She was afraid he would not be there. It scared her to death and made her blood run cold. Eve did not handle rejection well. She never had. As she drove the fifteen miles to the hotel, she debated calling Nikolas, just to check in. She felt more like the “other woman”, than his wife, hoping he would make time to see her. The feeling made her feel small and sad. She is the one he committed to once upon a time. Why does she no longer feel like a priority to him?

She tried talking with Nikolas about it a couple of times. Neither conversation resulted in positive changes. They became heated and frustrated with each other and hastily retreated to their fight corners, allowing the glacier of hate to overshadow their love.

If you were an observer, you would imagine these two had been married the correct amount of time for the proverbial “seven year itch”-- the time when couples tend to re-evaluate their commitment to one another and begin to lust after the greener pastures of another’s red and pulsing private parts. The treacherous time where hugs and kisses are replaced by chilly nods of acknowledgement when passing the TV remote.

Nikolas and Eve had been married four years, five months, and 23 days. She knew because she started counting somewhere around two years, ten months. She checked off each day, sadly wondering how they drifted so far apart. It began when they stopped purposely touching and let life icily take over their intimacies. It had been five weeks since last they made love. She really did not feel the “love” part of that union and it was more like primal intercourse to advance the species. He handled her nipples like he was replacing new Christmas twinkle bulbs in a string. He mounted her and within minutes, he sighed his release. She feigned her own climax, and just wanted him off of her. It occurred to her that neither one of them even broke a sweat. It used to be their sexual interludes were more like a marathon requiring water and they would both be drenched by the end.

Eve believed the Christmas season was the perfect time to rekindle the fires of their loins and remember why they melded so perfectly together. Eve was allowing the magic of the holidays to consume her emotions and take her back to a time when life was loving, simple, and happy. The start would be Eve’s gift to Nikolas in the form of red velveteen ribbon-tied pussy. She was delighted to feel the icicle melting beneath the velveteen string. “Mind over matter, Eve, and apparently, it does matter”, she giggled to herself. Her plan was working at least as far as her vested interests were concerned.

She pulled into the slippery parking lot, as the fat snowflakes began to fall faster. Eve did not see Nikolas’ car, but, it was a big lot and the falling snow hindered her vision. She tried not to let it worry her, as she applied a touch of gloss to her full, red lips. She said a silent prayer for success and opened the car door. She quickly scooped up her overnight bag and purse. She began to make her way to the warm hotel.

“Damn”, she breathed in disbelief, “how the hell can I keep walking in these things”? She was out of practice walking in heels. The snow crunched under her green stilettos as she carefully maneuvered her way across the hotel parking lot. She was not even sure he would be there. Earlier that day, she left him a post-it stuck to his side of the bathroom vanity to meet her at the swanky hotel bar at 6:45 sharp. She also sent him a text message reminder around noon. He only answered with a hasty “k”. That was about the extent of the amount of attention he gave to her these days. Of course, she had no room to complain about the frostiness. She had started this cold war about six months before he decided to actively participate in the hostilities.

Zipline

2011-08-25T12:39:00.000-05:00

It was a sunny day, with big downy clouds lazily drifting in the mid-morning sky. The crisp mountain air filled her lungs with the freshness of a perfect atmosphere. She had always loved the mountains, with the stunning views and craggy majesty of the massive rock and snow formations. The scenery of the Rockies made everything else in life seem miniscule. She felt invincible as she stood among the stately Aspen trees. As she made her way up the rugged trail, her body adjusted to the high altitude hike and her pace quickened a bit with each yard traveled. Although numerous adventurers before her had cleared the path, their footprints did little to damage the ecology of the area. She believed those like her who also traversed these trails shared a mindset to preserve the gifts of nature. It made her appreciate humankind just a little bit more when she felt connected to kindred souls as she did on the trail. Her ears perked at the sound of crunching leaves and she was not sure if the cause of the noise was a fellow hiker or wildlife native to these wooded parts. She stopped quietly in her tracks and visually scanned the perimeter around her. Her eyes spied the reason for the noise in the form of an elk, idly grazing on the fresh green shoots of grass as her hooves crunched the dry leaves that had fallen to the ground. The hiker breathed a contented sigh at the wonder of the elk’s magnificence. She continued on her way toward her destination of a small base camp cabin at the top of the trail. She closed her eyes periodically and drank in the feeling of the warm sun upon her cool skin. She did not want to think, she just wanted to allow her senses to lead her away from the unpleasant place her mind and body had been for the past several weeks. It took little effort to forget reality as she breathed in the scent of evergreens and the rugged outdoors. It took her about an hour to reach the cabin, and she arrived full of breath and excitement. She imagined what was about to occur and she became impatient with anticipation. In front of the cabin was a cable line system mounted high above the trees. She had never experienced the exhilaration of a zip line and was ready to take her first ride. Her family was there and watching as she prepared herself into the harness and pulleys. It did not occur to her how they were already there waiting and watching as she prepared herself to glide. She could not stop smiling and her body was relaxed and tingling waiting for the moment she would release the cable. As she stepped up to the platform, she took one last look at her family and smiled a huge smile. All was quiet and peaceful as her husband came forward and kissed her upon her forehead. Everyone else came forward at that point and stroked her arm in wishes of good luck and hope for her journey. She turned and faced the forest, took one last look at the sky and unclipped the safety stop on the cable. The wind was brisk and fresh upon her face and she was off on her new adventure. She had never felt so free, calm, and safe. Her family listened to the whirr of the pulley as it faded into the distance and was replaced by the dull insensitive beep of a monitor. The sound slowed to a flat line, and her family stood bewildered for a moment as they finally remembered where they were. They were so engrossed with their journey into the mountains of her soul; they actually forgot they were standing in a cramped hospital room. She was finally free and they were left behind in this sterile place—the smell of pine was replaced with antiseptic. The sounds of the mountains were replaced with muffled sobs, as her family accepted she had finally gone somewhere they could not yet follow: on a zip line headed for eternity. She needs no cable to fly and the feeling could be no more magnificent. All sorrow has been replaced with elation as she patiently waits for those she loves to join her. She knows it all happens in a personal timeline, but the wait is more than worth it. The mountains are her Heaven now. It’s time to soar!

Saucy Wednesday

2011-08-24T20:12:00.001-05:00

She followed the direction of his stare and once again it was fixed on another woman. She wondered why she did not feel more jealousy, it was almost freeing, as she breathed a sigh. As she scanned the room, she counted how many eyes were upon her, and she counted 5 pair, in just the first survey. Each one looking interested in what she might have to offer. Lecherous or not, at that moment she would probably take the most interesting offer, it didn’t matter who made the proposition, she just needed to feel alive again. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her, it might not even be a man to wake her sleeping core, maybe what she needed right now was a warm and silky soft woman…

Flash One

2011-08-24T12:39:00.000-05:00

P.E.E.V.E.S.

Please Everyone Eliminate Various Errant Senselessness
Her shoes never leave the ground as healthy legs shuffle across the room. He obscenely smacks the wad of gum protruding at times from his lips. People commonly unnecessarily use the elevator to travel one flight. The epitome of laziness is the downfall of humanity. It might be the catalyst to me purchasing a gun.

Flash Fifty....

2011-08-23T12:38:00.000-05:00

N.A.Z.I.

Never Assume Zealous Improvisation She knew him for twenty years.
She called him a Nazi within three. It took her eighteen years to sleep with him. Their intimate union only reinforced her callous opinion of him. He is still a Nazi. If only he had said “No”. She now wears the boots and he is ground under her heel.

is it too early in the week for s/M?

2011-08-22T17:38:00.000-05:00

Nathaniel took the riding crop from the hanging rack on the wall. He slid the leather against her skin and would occasionally lightly smack the stiff shaft of the crop against her bare skin. She started to melt into the cuffs, as the adrenaline high started to pulse in her veins. With each stroke of the crop, he used more force and the leather began to leave welts on her exposed skin. These would be lightly bruised areas tomorrow which Lily would wear like a trophy for a few days until they healed.

Nathaniel put the crop back in its place and took control of the bullwhip. He cracked the whip away from her generating an loud echo in the basement. She shuddered slightly in delighted anticipation, knowing the whip would be cracking against her bare back and buttocks. Nathaniel walked up to Lily and slid the “popper”- the tip of the whip- evenly against her shoulder blades. “You want this, don’t you, Lily?” “Yes, Master”, was her soft, yet dogged reply.

When he was satiated of the need to execute his power physically onto Lily, he finished by unlocking her from the rack and bending her over the dungeon stocks and taking her from behind as he drove his pulsing cock into her hot waiting center. His release mingled with her sweat and dripped down to the dungeon floor as he turned and walked away and up the stairs to leave once again.

Nathaniel left town without a goodbye. Lily did not even know he was gone. The bruises he inflicted on this meeting were not even yet starting to fade. Lily was still riding the adrenaline high of his painful hands. He was sitting on a plane, Sarah by his side, as they prepared for the return flight back to reality. Once he was next to Sarah, his determination to conquer her once again took over.

Left of Center 1

2011-08-22T12:37:00.000-05:00

Left of center It happens in a flash, within seconds lives are forever changed. How many times have we gone left of center in our lives and negatively affected someone else? I try to teach my children the affect their words have on people. When we speak without thinking, we unleash verbal dragons that can bring someone down in flames. Death does not always occur physically. Do not be a fellow man’s demise by your insensitivity. These days, we have all become a bit too arrogant in embracing our right to-

Say what I want!
Be entitled to my whims!
Make you accept my way of thinking!
Agree with me!
Treat people however I please!
Fail to care about consequences!

Wow, how sad is all of this? We get angry when our children speak their minds, but have we not raised them? We are responsible for the personalities we mold. How about we learn how to rein them in? It’s never too late. Children grow up to be adults making the same types of choices. I recently read an article about a celebrity who has a list of do’s and don’ts for the venues she performs, hotels she stays, etc. I was so appalled; it almost made me want to stop listening to her music. Then, once I researched the topic a bit more, I discovered if I boycott every self-indulged celebrity, I might not have anyone to watch! Sheesh!

New toilet seats installed in hotel rooms just for them
Mineral water to bathe in
Rose petals in the toilet (really?!)
Dark curtains on windowed rooms to keep anyone from seeing in
Certain types of flower arrangements
The list is endless and appallingly ridiculous

These same celebs are who are children are looking up to. Teenage stars jetting off to exotic locations on vacations with boyfriend/girlfriend. Really?! Feeling each other up in skimpy clothing for the paparazzi to take photos? Yes, that’s what I want MY kids to see and emulate. Where are our values? Locked away in a time capsule for the 50’s? I’d almost rather go back to “Leave it to Beaver”, shoot, even in later years, Mister Rogers got it right in his ‘hood. I regret thinking either of these to be “dorky”; I miss those days more than I ever thought I would. When we take action without thinking or by thinking selfishly, we should brace for fatal results. It’s my RIGHT to-

Ride my bike down the middle of the street or trail path!
Text or email while I drive!
Jump over that fence at the park, zoo, construction site, mountain-side wherever!
Go shooting a gun without taking a safety course!
Go to happy hour and drive myself home!
End my life when I’m sick of it all-who cares who it hurts!

When we participate in negligent activities, we automatically include someone else in our choice, the epitome of selfishness. The list of examples is as endless as the arguments are for our RIGHTS. It’s become disgusting and gluttonous behavior. How about considering someone else? It’s called empathy—here is the definition from Merriam-Webster if you’ve forgotten it or never been introduced to the word: Definition of EMPATHY 1 : the imaginative projection of a subjective state into an object so that the object appears to be infused with it 2 : the action of understanding, being aware of, being sensitive to, and vicariously experiencing the feelings, thoughts, and experience of another of either the past or present without having the feelings, thoughts, and experience fully communicated in an objectively explicit manner; also : the capacity for this See, an innovative way of thinking does exist. Maybe IT isn’t all about ME? Concept! VICARIOUSLY experiencing the feelings, thoughts, and experience of another, VICARIOUSLY—-that was worth repeating. Not just trying to feebly understand, but, cramming ourselves into the shoes of humanity and stepping out of our own. Our inalienable rights were not meant to extend to inflict grief upon someone else. Mental, physical, or otherwise. Seriously. Who am I to put all this out there into scathing words? I’m the person who needs to hear this on a daily, that’s who I AM. I’m just as guilty and know this because a manager once told me “you lack compassion.” Bahahahaha, that was my first reaction. For a short moment, I thought he was joking.

He was not.

thought of friends

2011-08-22T00:41:00.000-05:00

We never know when the last day on earth will be. So, take the time to hug and tell the ones you love how much you do. This is so very important!

Sunday Thoughts

2011-08-21T12:47:00.001-05:00

I won’t constantly preach the gospel during my postings, but, I want to make things perfectly clear where my heart and soul stand—it’s with the Lord. I’ve lived a full life and there are many things I’ve done that I know for sure I wish He hadn’t seen. But, I’m still a child of grace. And, I’m STILL sexual.

It’s one way to keep a marriage together, you know the whole, for whom the Lord has joined together let no man put asunder? What is the one private, intimate gift the Lord gave two people? The joy of bonding within a sexual relationship. I know I feel closer to my husband when we are on a sexual roll. Too many times, we let that part of life slide first. It just seems easier, before you know it, you are sleeping on two distinct sides of the bed and forgot what his skin smells like.

I know it’s happened to you too. No reason to feel ashamed.

How to get it back is the hard part, I don’t have a great answer to that yet. Except however, you keep trying.

I hope you do one intimate act today with your significant other. And, do it with purpose. However, freaky or modest it may be. The choice is all yours.

finally catching up/six sentence sunday

2011-08-21T12:06:00.000-05:00

keep going, keep going, the sweat is dripping down my face, don't stop now...I'm not finished. she kept hoping for that rush, the one that brings her to the next level, sometimes, even accompanied by nausea, the sensation is so strong. breathe, in and out, in and out, deeper then shallow, damn, why won't it come...pardon the pun. suddenly, she is covered in goosebumps, oooh, this might be it! wait for it, wait for it, but, nothing. why is this so hard?

maybe i'm actually thinking too much.