Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
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Next scene from THE ART OF FANG SHUI available now with Eirelander Publishing http://www.eirelander-publishing.com
A strangled sort of sound came from Edwin that she interpreted as annoyance. She grinned. She succeeded in her goal to annoy him.
“Enough, Hannah. Enough!” He stopped suddenly, threw his stick into the underbrush, and turned to her with a crazed expression on his face. “You know the reason why I cannot indulge in my baser instincts. I trusted that information to you in the hopes you would respect my wishes.”
Hannah pulled back in surprise. “So that whole frustrated tension thing was just an act on your part? You weren’t affected in any way by our kiss yesterday?” Now she was upset. She behaved like an idiot in front of him for nothing. And the fact Edwin might find her to be one was embarrassing.
“You are wrong, Hannah. I was very much affected by your little show of power.” He drew her close to him once again his hands at her waist held her flush against naughty bits. “However, I must warn you. If you insist on playing with fire, sooner or later you will be burned.”
And the last scene comes from CUPID IN BLUE available now with Lyrical Press, Inc. http://www.lyricalpress.com/
She glanced pointedly at his wings. “But before you do, can I touch them?”
Tremors rocked his body at her touch. Aaron had no idea his wings could bring such intense spikes of pleasure, but as Catherine drew her fingers over the soft, downy feathers, his knees buckled. Intense waves of need crashed into him with enough force to make him flinch.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
4 Pork Loin Chops, 2" thick and butterfly cut
1 cup cranberry juice
Friday, February 12, 2010
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I’m glad they stopped the “This Will Be” commercials because that song literally starts bar fights wherever I am.
PS for those of you who are wondering, Hedonism doesn’t let my kind in either (I like last names). ;)
For a tender romance, read The Builder.
For something that challenges, read Bright Star.
For an amazing ride of a romantic comedy, read The Prescription Playboy
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Do you ever look at the computer and wonder just what the heck there is new to write about?
My husband and I usually don’t go all out for Valentine’s Day. In fact, it’s pretty much hit or miss for us. Our first one, when we were dating, he took me out for lunch then dropped me back off at the office. I was thrilled and quite pleased with the time and effort. I certainly didn’t expect more. Half an hour later, he came back with a small bouquet of red roses (two or three flowers) and a candle of a raccoon holding a heart. Nearly twenty-five years later, I still have that silly raccoon.
Then the year we got married, Valentine’s came three months before our scheduled wedding day. At the time my father’s Rotary club had a fund raiser where they delivered a dozen long stemmed red roses for $10 a dozen. Back in the day when I’d worked for my dad, I’d often been given the job of doing his deliveries for him. That year, I worked for someone else and couldn’t do the running. So sitting at my desk in an office hovering over a warehouse, my husband-to-be came to my desk with a familiar box. Wonderful! He kissed me, and walked out. A few minutes later, he came back with three more boxes. Laughing, I kissed him again and once more he left. With my boss looking on, I began to fuss with my flowers. And then my sweetie came back… this time with a five-gallon bucket stuffed with six dozen roses! By then the girls from the office across the warehouse were standing at their window looking my way. No one had sent them roses, much less ten dozen at once! Okay, it’s never happened again… wish I’d had a camera handy that day.
What made that day even more fun? I’d had our wedding florist deliver a single, perfect, white rose to his office. In the years since I’ve sent a number equal to the year of our approaching anniversary. These days, well, all those white roses are a bit expensive and times are lean. So I’m thinking hard. What to do?
Morgan Q. O’Reilly
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
This is the voice of experience—or at least my experience. And I’ve seen it happen time and time again with my friends too.
You see, a few, or more, years before I met my husband, I dated…a few men. (grin) My last boyfriend before my husband, I knew from the beginning he wasn’t “the one.” Of course, when I met him, I was nowhere near being ready to meet “the one,” so that really didn’t bother me. And when I finally broke up with him, it was three years later, and I still wasn’t ready for that special someone.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Three skiers are stranded on a chairlift and forced to make life-or-death choices that prove more perilous than staying put and freezing to death.
Upon his return to his ancestral homeland, an American man (Del Toro) is bitten, and subsequently cursed by, a werewolf.
In 1954, a U.S. Marshal (Leo DiCaprio) investigates the disappearance of a murderess who escaped from a hospital for the criminally insane and is presumed to be hiding on the remote Shutter Island.
The inhabitants of a small Iowa town are plagued by insanity and then death after a mysterious toxin contaminates their water supply.
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Monday, February 8, 2010
As my cat sits here on my toes and warms them as only the best of cats can properly do, I wonder. I've never been into the Valentine's Day myth, to be honest. Now, don't freak out. It doesn't mean I don't believe in love. I very much do, or I wouldn't write about it incessantly.
After nearly thirteen years with the same guy, a guy! (I still have little freak outs over that, occasionally.) I've burned through a few incarnations of the idea of love, and one of the ideas that we've both always held is that if you need a special day to declare how much you love your mate, you're doing it all wrong.
You know when you fall in love and everything is new, and you figure the world is going to be a different place? And for a while, it is? I'm happy to say, that new lasted years for us. Every day, I woke up in this world where everything was shiny and great. Who wouldn't want to hang onto that?
What hasn't changed, over all the years we've been together, is that I am first. When he's hurting, when he's sad, when he's so pissed off at me he can't look at me, when the kids need something, nag or climb his leg for his attention, I'm still his one and only.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
I suppose I came up with these ideas because I’ve lost people I’ve loved in the past. It would be nice to have that bond of love that cannot be broken even by death. It would take away a lot of the uncertainty in life and that fear of being alone and unloved.
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Red dragon Emily Carrington found her mate in black dragon Vahid Delrey, but misunderstandings, painful secrets, and distrust keep them apart. Emily thinks Vahid doesn’t want her. Vahid thinks Emily is a stuck up snob who could never truly love him. Both dragons hide crippling secrets from their pasts as their pain at being apart escalates. Emily falls for the strong, sexy black dragon and hides her need of him behind an icy facade. Vahid longs for Emily to need him but can’t bring himself to mate with such a cold woman. When Emily’s secret pain fetish threatens her life, Vahid must decide whether to save her or let her self-destructive ways rid him of the mate he never thought he’d love.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
When Cindy asked me to write a blog about love, I thought “Sure! Easy peasy. I'll have that done by the end of the week.” The end of the week came and nothing. Another week...nothing!
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Friday, February 5, 2010
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I’m sure when Cindy Jacks asked me to write a post about love, she never dreamed she’d get a post about my first love. Books. In particular, the romance title I fell in love with.
I taught myself to read at age 3 and have been devouring books ever since. My first love, Nancy Drew, was quickly replaced by Agatha Christie and then a multitude of other mystery writers.
In fact, while growing up, my Christmas list was clogged with names of books to complete my collection. Then, I went to college. That first year was really tough. I was desperately homesick but what I missed the most was my books. My roommate read Harlequin romances, and although I was always welcome to pillage her stack of titles for something to read, they just weren’t ‘meaty’ enough for me.
Right before finals, I received a box from my parents. Inside was a finals survival kit, snacks, spare pens and paper, and buried at the bottom, a huge book. My mom had stuck a note inside the front cover. Although she knew all of my favorite authors, she didn’t want to buy something I’d already read. So, she asked the local bookseller for a recommendation and had bought this book for me. The only caveat she added was that I was to wait until after finals to read it. Ha!
The book was A Rose in Winter, by Kathleen Woodiwiss. It was love at first read, and I credit this one book with planting the seed of my love for the romance genre . I can only hope that one day, one of my books, will serve as an inspiration and open the door into a magical world to take the reader away from the mundane, even if just for a few hours.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Today my guest is Ms. Aubrey Leatherwood, author of creative, sensual prose whose book The People You Know, The Sex They Have is up for a CAPA award (YAY, Aubrey!). Pick up a copy of her book today. You'll be glad you did...just for Ingo alone. Aubrey knows what I'm talking about, lol. Learn more about Aubrey at her website. And the great lady has seen fit to grace us with an exquisite poem about love. Enjoy!
______________________________________________________________________________________________In flashes of lily light
and honeysuckle breath
I find you.
or red, red rose
or indigo even
bring you to mind.
cool as water cold as ice.
You don't come with scent strong like lavender
Only in smells that touch me sometimes
but never find their place.
Smells that remind me of something
that I realize late is you.
In syrup movement
not quick like lightning
You slow come to me as
Fans blowing in summer
Flies prying at screen
Hot stick-to-me day
Lazy on the porch
Hummingbird wings beat slow...
And there you are
long legs in short shorts
laying across mine become
truncated body as I grasp for your face.
In flashes of lily light
and honeysuckle breath
and grey soft memory down
you are hidden as I forget.
You are faded from bathing too long
in the bright sunlight.
A day without night
is where I've kept you.
I suppose I was wrong in that--
keeping you there,
suspended in happy times
because to animate you
would have meant
You couldn't come to me
with scarlet sucking in your body,
with the scent of men's cologne
nestled in your hair or
with a burgundy slash of mouth
with sandalwood and musk
nestled in your hair or
with your mica colored hair soft
like mica, too
with those men's scents
nestled in your hair.
Those memories brought you to me,
brought you to me crystal.
Those sights I knew, those smells I knew
and yet those I would lose to
find you rose-colored hazy and bright
never in the sharp clarity of anger, regrets,
and obsession that even in dimness
painted clear your likeness.
And now, now because of my kind
distortion of you,
I cannot find you at all it seems.
I reach for you constantly and yet
am still forgetting.
I have given your sun to someone else.
Someone who easy comes to me.
I see her:
She lay bronze naked in a field
of ever-changing pansies
with green apple eyes lined in kohl
Sun catching cinnamon and nutmeg in her hair.
She smells of vanilla and (vainly I notice this)
she smells of me.
And importantly, days with her make the
nights easier to bear; never something to deny.
And still, still I grasp for your love as the light
has made it as much tantalizing as elusive.
And yet, I can no longer see your face.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
For two years, Faith served as the co-editor of The Tenacity Times. In October 2001, she took the position of romance and horror editor for Wild Child Publishing and served as the managing editor for Wild Child as well as its sister division, Freya’s Bower. She is represented by TriadaUS Literary Agency.
Love comes in many guises. We’ve all experienced puppy love, and most of us know what it’s like to love a person but have personalities so different we want to throttle one another.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
The dictionary has many definitions of love. I’ll list a few.
*A profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person
*Sexual passion or desire
*A love affair; an intensely amorous incident; amour
*Sexual intercourse; copulation
When we got there, Anthony was playing. I was already starting to get nervous. They had a set break and he came down to flirt with me. Not talk, Anthony flirts. And…he was drunk. Really drunk. I am usually a shy and reserved person in public. He is not. There is not a shy bone in that man’s body. He is very friendly and full of life. Totally opposite from me. Right then I thought, he isn’t my type. I’m not even going to try.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Happy February, everyone. Since February and its most famous holiday, St. Valentine Day, is all about the love, I've decided to celebrate all month long with recipes, guest bloggers, and much more fun, all centered around the theme--you guessed it--LOVE!
As an author of romance and erotica, I deal with the relationship kind of love all the time, so I thought I'd share with you today, and all month long, something else I'm passionate about: COOKING. I love to cook and what better way to show your special someone you care than to whip up a yummy dish, just for the two of you (or three or four, we don't judge here at the Writer's Block!) Not to mention each of these recipes works great for family dinner night, too. I hope you enjoy these dishes as much as I enjoyed perfecting them!
1 tablespoon cornstarch
1/2 cup water
In mixer bowl, beat egg whites, and 2 tablespoons sugar until soft peaks form. Gradually add hot syrup and beat on high speed until stiff peaks form.
Remove protective cover from pie. Spread meringue over warm pie filling, seal edges to crust. Bake at 350 degrees for 15 minutes or until browned to your liking.
Chill at least six hours prior to serving.