Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Monday, September 28, 2015
Saturday, September 26, 2015
Welcome to My Sexy Saturday
This week’s theme is all about sexy today. What’s sexier than a man who sees to his woman’s every need.
In Carnal Innocence, Callie, an extraordinary genius raised in a Think Tank superstructure, has unique talents sought by scientists and terrorists alike.
A botched rescue attempt hurls her into a world of spies and terrorists while leaving her to adapt to a sexual mutilation that will last her lifetime.
Nate, an ex-Special Forces private investigator, is unprepared for cyclone Callie sideswiping his life during a meet and greet at his BDSM club. After an old team mate is assassinated, he must ferret out a traitor while keeping Callie from the radicals’ clutches.
From their first meeting, Callie embodies an otherworldly aura with mysteries neither his heart nor mind can refuse to unravel as he helps them navigate a world of sensual exploration and betrayal.
“We’re going to play. We’ll start training when you trust us.”
From her perch on his lap, the scene outside should’ve taken a more ominous aspect. Exposed tree branches bared their souls in preparation for spring, seeking the meager light and warmth, which the sky’s gray veil denied.
Yet a certain yearning for spring revealed in the reaching branches spoke to her on an elemental level. Perhaps now was the time to lay open her own secrets. Moment by moment, she sat oddly transfixed as the heavens opened their gates to release the landscape-altering fluff. Rock, limb, and earth would become one homogenous unit under the blanket of white, declaring this a new world. An appropriate time for her own new beginning.
While small critters huddled in dens, burrows, lofts, or lairs, she remained cosseted in Nate’s arms, safe and sound. Would she still feel this way after her confession? How would he react?
“You want to go out in that? You barely let me walk around the house yet.” Last week’s groin pain had now progressed to a strange tingling sensation with each shift in her position, not unpleasant but very unsettling.
Warning: Genital mutilation subject ramifications discussed in this book.
As if in slow motion and instead of gravity pulling them toward the floor, some inexplicable force drew them vertical. It was a split-second in time, barely enough for his mind to register, yet he stood straight once again.
Firm, feminine curves alerted every cell in his being to attention. A deep breath and a unique blend of spice and mystery prevented further speculation as to her identity.
“Ah, crap. Sorry, mister. First time on roller blades.”
“Hmmm, so the calamity on wheels has a voice.”
With a screech and clatter, band members on stage stopped their warmup. All eyes focused on this mysterious mixture of curls and exotic-smelling femininity.
Thick tresses covered her face and failed to find any semblance of order. He could only guess at her features. Even so, the silken locks held him in thrall as they brushed against the back of his hands still holding her tight.
Soft and lustrous, they blunted his confusion over standing upright again. Nothing could’ve stopped him from bringing the satiny mane to his face. One whiff and a bouquet of exotic spices came to mind. Dear God. WTF?
Though her kids are her life, writing is her life after. You know, the one you also enjoy…AFTER the kids are in bed or AFTER they’re in school and the house is quiet. This is the time she kicks back with my laptop and lapdog to give her imagination free reign. In life, hobbies can come and go according to our physical abilities, but you can always enjoy a good book. Life isn’t perfect, but our imaginations can be. Relax, whether it’s in front of a fire or in your own personal dungeon. Take pleasure in a mental pause as you root for your favorite hero/heroine and bask in their accomplishments, then share your opinions of them over a coffee with your best friend (even if he’s four legged). Life is short, cherish your time.
Monday, September 21, 2015
Sunday, September 20, 2015
“Whatever happens, don’t look back, and don’t hesitate regardless of what you hear.”
A rearward glance revealed the frosty night breeze glazing the sheen of sweat on Jake’s forehead to a cold luster. The steel in his gaze matched the resolve in his harsh whisper.
An impressive first snowfall whirled its frozen burden in quarter-sized swirling flakes, creating a misty veil camouflage for their escape. Thick, quivering Camellia leaves further crippled her scrutiny of the facility’s front.
A mind for facts and logic hampered her ability to incorporate or balance the chaotic pandemonium swirling in her head just as snow-laden whirlwinds hindered her view. If she wasn’t such a concrete thinker regarding things such as karma or kismet as hogwash, perhaps she’d see things differently. But this was her world.
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