12.29.2008

Monday Morning Humor...

A friend sent me this lovely greeting...early...but it's has become my new policy to scan my email for important stuff (like editor notes that have acceptance letters attached and mail from family or close friends...neither of which has been filling my email the last two weeks...but I understand...it's the holidays, I'm not emailing my friends too often either...we'll catch up...after the first...I promise...which probably also explains why I didn't actually open my friend's email until tonight...hey, at least it's the same day!)I scanned and then start writing.

Yes, YAY! Today I actually got some writing done and I'm pleased with the effort even though I won't make my target finish goal by the 31st...like fine wine...some things take time...

That...and my cell phone must have rang fifty times interrupting...
What does that say about me that I just can't turn off the ringer...or screen calls...I'm a horrible call screener...I answer...even when I'm in the middle of something. Like the sequel to Voyeur...A menage based story. Their play is dark and dangerous, and for one sadism isn't a game at all…it's an illness. The working title is EDGE. Hmmm...I wonder what that's going to be about? Oh, I do so love the scary dark side of BDSM play:) I think I mentioned before that my ideas for great scenes sometimes scares Sir Hotness...hehehe...I don't think I'm going to let him read EDGE;)

So anyway, found this little note which made me smile and thus I'm sharing it with you:

12.28.2008

You Could Win!

Fetlife, a really great social community for kink-minded individuals is having a crazy contest! And you could win the World's Biggest Kinkiest Holiday Stocking...Ever. Just click the previous link for details...

What do you have to lose?

You could just win a very Kinky New Year!

12.27.2008

From Our House To Yours...


We wish you all the best that life can bring in 2009!

12.24.2008

Merry Christmas Eve

Depending on how my day goes tomorrow, I may or may not be posting...
Grandbabies will be here...
And all three daughters.
And the son-in-law.
And quite possibly, Jazzi's sister Lily...they are retriever-australian shepherd mix and both equally rambunctious...the tree may not survive it...or the cats who both pups like to "herd" from room to room...
I may not survive it...I'm just saying...

Today has been fun though.
Different. But fun.
Normally my idea of Xmas Eve is dinner out...and a movie...cursing traffic is usually the high point though...because everyone on the roads (except for me) is insane, right?
Not this year.
Sir Hotness controls the kitchen...he shops, he preps, he cooks...and then some. Since I ended up in tears Thanksgiving because I felt left out...he's decided that Christmas dinner is going to be a joint effort.
This is scary for the entire family since I am notorious for burning everything. But I've been practicing a little...I've proven I can make a damn good crusty bread and an orgasmicly good butterscotch pie. So that's what I thought my contribution would be...
Sir Hotness had other ideas...so "we've" been in the kitchen all day... seriously... all... day...
It's been fun;)
And just to break the monotony of too many Christmas tunes playing on the CD player (I can only take so much good cheer, you know?) I loaded up some of my fav bondage videos from Hogtied.com and MenInPain.com... and we watched while we baked...now THAT's my idea of some holiday cheer;)

Happy Holidays Everyone

12.23.2008

The Busiest Time of Year...

I'm not a huge fan of the holiday season...I hate crowds...I'm not a big fan of traffic...and everyone on the roads is INSANE...

That said, I did brave the malls on Yule...
And survived...

Since, I've been hibernating, not writing much though...wrapping gifts for round two of the festivities...

Middle daughter and youngest daughter wil be here for Christmas Eve, my grandaughters will be here for Christmas Day...and then we have friends coming in from out of state for the New Year...

The house will be filled with insanity for almost a week with people coming and coming...entertaining...eating and drinking too much...I love THAT part of the holidays...

So today I am mixing up about 13 pounds of dough to be formed into artisan loafs over the next week...tomorrow I will be baking pies. So far I've decided on butterscotch and chocolate. Later, Sir Hotness will be stirring up a batch of fudge.

And in between I'll hopefully be wrapping up the current WIP...
It may require a few all-night writing nights though...

Happy, happy, HOLIDAYS, everyone!!!!

12.20.2008

Happy Longest Night 2008!

Yesterday, I wrote 8k words on the new WIP...I was amazed that they just flew out of my brain...but then I'm on a time line. I want to get it finished and submitted by the 31st. I know 10 days to write 40-45K. Big aspiration...

And if I could have kept up that pace...no problem...but today is Yule...and we are officially spending the entire day as a family. Shopping, cooking, eating...later we will be mulling the Meade we vented on the Summer Solstice...


I think it is officially "too cold" for a fire though...at least I'm not sitting outside during 9degrees F...I'll smoke the house with incense and sage first...

...but no writing...
Anyway, however you and yours are spending the longest night...enjoy:)
Spring is on it's way!


Yule Comments & Graphics

12.18.2008

Is It Time To Spice Up Your Sex Life?


Okay, I admit it...I'm still in that happily blissful honeymoon phase ... two years later... but I also admit that I NEED variety... and I am loathe to ever be one of the 48% of American women who are not sexually satisfied in their relationships...

I'm sorry... I still don't get THAT ... and I tend to harp on it ... a lot! Sexual satisfaction is not your partner's responsibility ... DO SOMETHING ... take matters into your own hands ... really!

But that is not today's soapbox...
Today I want to talk about spicing it up! Change the routine...assuming that 99% of the time you do fall into the same routine, and don't worry about apologizing for that, we all do it...we figure out what works and we do THAT. Easy as 1-2-3-screaming orgasm...I like that too...but it can get a little, dare I say it? Mundane. Yes, even the tie me up and spank me first can get a little ...routine.

So with a few experiments...you can heat up the winter nights:)
Here are a few ideas I'm working on for adding some steam to my winter nights...

1. HOTEL Sex: I admit it, I have a hotel fetish...it started when I was young...too young...sneaking around with that week's hottie...and after a back seat of a too small Honda or two...I started going halvsies on a hotel room...I still get horny every time I see a Red Roof Inn...all that rolling around in crisp sheets, the handy ice bucket for sensation play...at a hotel, you can be yourself...or you can be any number of other women...which brings me to...

2. Role-playing: In my head, I'm often Daddy's Little Girl(and I'm a very bad little girl)...okay, that's a secret that even Sir Hotness doesn't know...so shhhhhh... but seriously...I've been thinking about bringing some of my fantasies out of my brain and into the bed...although admittedly I SCARE SIR HOTNESS SOMETIMES with my ideas...so I have to suggest things slowly, and maybe you will need to add some fantasies gradually...the trick is to make suggestions...I usually offer mine over dinner, right after he took a big bite... if he can chew and respond, I know that we can proceed to the planning stage...if he chokes and takes a minute to breathe normally, I know I've pushed a boundary... one idea he did respond to with enthusiasm was my WILD Animal Game...

3. Animals Come Out To Play: First, pick a species...Second, stay in character as long as possible. His favorite is chimpanzees, my favorite is wolves. So I'll say, "Let's go have some wild monkey sex" that's about as mundane-code as it gets at our house...or I'll just sneak up behind him and start sniffing him like a dog...that usually gets my point across that I want a little rough and wild wolf action...ahem...I've suggested Klingon-games but so far, that's a no-go, I bite too hard without the encouragement of fair-roughness...

4. Marathon Day: is my absolutely favorite. When is the last time you spent the entire day in bed having sex? Been awhile? Let me tell you, the rush is incredible...after a day of orgasm after orgasm after...you get the point...you will start to feel positively "high" ... so pick a day and pick a number, for example you don't stop until both of you have orgasmed 12 times...or shoot for one orgasm per hour for a twenty-four hour marathon...

And if you have a fun way that isn't mentioned here...chime in on the comment section...I'd love to hear how you are spicing up your sex life!

12.17.2008

End Violence Against Sex Workers

December 17th...TODAY...is the International Day To End Violence Against Sex Workers and I found a wonderful blog that said everything I wanted to say...better than I could have said it. So thank you Gina De Vries who writes queershoulder for her post: You Think You Don't Know Us, But You Do

12.16.2008

I Hope She Wins a Fortune

A woman is suing a doctor for her painful childbirth experience...and I hope she wins. After having three babies I can honestly say that I had legitimate complaints after the birth of my first child...

I complained then, during and following the birth...to every doctor who would listen...and the woman in the story's article was eerily reminiscent of my own experience. Although after the birth of my first baby during which I experienced an unnecessary episiodomy...I was sown too tightly closed...making sex and future medical examinations excruciatingly painful or impossible.

My doctor's problem at the time...he wasn't my "regular" doctor...and in his eyes he saw "a young girl who wouldn't make the mistake of going through this experience again...and would be faster to keep her knees together." Even though I was mid-contraction when he said it...I will never forget the meanness in his voice. It didn't matter that I was married and nineteen, a legal adult...in his eyes, I'd done something wrong...and he was going to punish me for it.

So, I say, BRAVO, to the woman brave enough to sue this man...a true sadist...I really do hope she wins a fortune.

12.15.2008

Posting Today At THe Femme's Guide


I hope you will join me at The Femme's Guide To Absolutely Everything...I am sharing a bit about my life and my current insanity...

12.12.2008

Delayed...

I feel like I'm running a day behind on everything...
Yesterday was the full moon, I remembered the day before yesterday...and tonight...but missed it yesterday...

This morning a friend text and asked how the holiday shopping was coming along...holiday shopping? My brain paused...and then I had that "oh shit" moment of panic...

I know you've noticed...I've missed blogging every other day or so...
It seems I'm always playing "catch-up"

Like I said, I feel like I'm running behind...
Delayed...

I've been writing, revising...
Is that really an excuse?
Can I blame it all on the writing process? Yes, I think I must...

So, I apologize, but I can't promise that my regular scheduled blogging will get any more...regular...the WIP seems to be taking every single free brain moment...

I wonder if I can put an I.O.U. under the "Yule Tree"?
I don't think Beautiful Girl will be as understanding...

12.10.2008

Cold, Wet Rainy Day...

Because it's a horrid day...I needed some eyecandy to warm me up...
I decided to share...

12.09.2008

Writing This Week

I am at 78k on WIP "Lovers" ... I plan to go to 85K so, cross your fingers that I finish this week. I would love to wrap this baby up so that I can get going on another that is begging for attention from my back burner...

About Lovers the short blurb...
Love, lust, hate, revenge, heart-break, and triumph abound for four men and five women, experiencing the joys and trials of polyamorous-life Los Angeles-style. They're not above wading into each others drama, wallowing in each others misery, offering unsolicited advice, or swapping romantic partners. The sex is hot, the lust hotter, and the jealousy scathing in this tale of personal evolution where everyone has a stake in the outcome of who ends up sleeping with who.

I've been working on Lovers since August with it moving back and forth between main effort and the back burner...I really slated this one to be done and submitted by the end of October...and since that didn't happen (partly because I wrote Voyeur in the middle) I really want it to be in my submitted file by the end of the month...

And then I can move the other two I am working on from my back-burner (actually 2 of 5...it's a big over...lots cooking in the Roxy Harte brain) to front and center:

Prodigal Slave (very excited about this one as is my critique partner and few dedicated readers)

Vow of Silence (the next Chronicle of Surrender: Dr. Psycho's story...remember George?)

Off to write...
Hope everyone had a great weekend...we had snow...ick...but I took time out to paint Beautiful Girl's bedroom...very cool room now...and went to Urban Krag...always a good time.)

12.08.2008

44% Of American Woman Admit To Sex Problems

Watching the view, my eyebrow went up that 44% of American women admit to being sexually unfulfilled...but only 12% give a damn...

I want to know who these surveys are given to...

Personally, I'd give a damn...are you listening Barbara? I have dumped men who did not fulfill their obligation to have sex as part of the relationship...

And Whoopie...really? Women have more important things to do?

Don't believe me? Watch the View...

Have an opinion? Leave a comment...

12.07.2008

Is It Justice Finally Served?

Maybe you remember the very long car chase...
The months of trial...
Or the highly controversial book..."If I Did It..." in which O.J. related chilling detail about the murder of his ex-wife and mother of his children of which he was found not-guilty.

Unrelated to the murders of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman,
O.J. Simpson is going to jail. And personally, I think it is about time...

12.06.2008

Read To The End...

I'm sure by now that you have heard of the sixteen year old boy who was held against his will in a California home for more than a year, being tortured and abused. It now becomes a case of who was afraid of whom...a man, and two women have been charged. Click the story here.

In unrelated news, you may not have heard that late yesterday afternoon, the Parisian branch of exclusive jewelers Harry Winston was the target of one of the world's largest ever jewel heists. The story only becomes interesting because the head like I read stated: Drag Queen Robbers Steal $100 Million Dollars in Diamonds.
You can read that story here.

Why am I starting my sexy, erotica blog with news?
To keep from boring you with the real stuff maybe...

I woke up to snow...yuk.
I'm painting my daughters room in six different neon colors today...and by blogging I'm procrastinating starting...
I climbed at the rock wall yesterday and am frustrated that I seemed to have stalled in the area of improvement...my teen daughter, Beautiful Girl, can climb circles around me...really...and she doesn't even have to be roped in...I try to remind myself that there is twenty-seven years age difference...no, you really do not have to do the math to figure out MY age...

The Good News is that I haven't blogged for a few days because I am writing...
And submitting...
Porn Star is back with the editor, so cross your fingers...I'm trying to keep in mind that a lesbian love story is a hard sell...actually, I've had two previous editors request that I turn it into a menage...one female two males (my dyke girl getting to be a boy for real...yuk) or two females and one male but the male has to be a yummy, likable, alpha male HERO... (if you can't tell, I'm rolling my eyes)...

So I've asked you to read to the end in case for some reason my editor, post revisions, still thinks that a lesbian love story is too risky...

Know of any successful LGBT Publishers willing to actually stand by their "L"?
You know, just so I have a back-up plan..

12.02.2008

Porn Star Revised...

Okay, so I've ripped my ms Porn Star a new one...and then some...then I went back to the original and rewired it...I'm calling it done (the second time around, third, whatever, not the first...which sucked...I can admit that it sucked about my own ms as long as I fix it, right?)

Anyway...I'm reading through it now, hoping to have back to my VERY PATIENT editor tonight...and crossing my fingers that the revision gets her kiss of approval.

I will say that it is not what it started out to be...a menage.
And I love menage as much as the next girl...
But this one actually begged for a monogamous Happily Ever After.

I know.
Who knew.
Really?
OMFG!

I think this happy marriage I'm in is screwing with my head...I'm jaded, right? I don't believe in HEA? I know. Crazy. Next thing you know I'm going to start writing stories that start with the words Once Upon A Time In A Land Far Away...

I'm happy.
It's a schizophrenic, dysfunctional relationship story...with a lot of mindless sex...a lot of mindful sex...and a happily ever after.

Whew.
I'm not done with the read-through yet, but I'm calling this draft of Porn Star done:)

12.01.2008

Voyeur

Wow...sales numbers are in for Voyeur's first month of publication...and I was floored. Actually, I squealed and did a happy dance because I hit a sales goal...and honestly, I needed a kick in the pants because Pornstar (the lesbian erotica that I'm still revising is driving me insane)...

So, I'm psyched!
And Yule is going to be a much happier occasion because I will be able to contribute to the eat, drink, make merry mayhem fund! So to all of my readers who bought and read Voyeur...Thank You! And to my readers who have written saying that they love Voyeur and demand a sequel...thank you for writing and I hope to honor your request as soon as possible:)


Voyuer is my latest release and explores the difficulty of being part of the BDSM scene as a climically diagnosed sadist...it also explores romance against a really kinky halloween party. Did I mention that the heroine is falling in love with two men? Or that they both just happen to be at the same party?
Buy Voyeur now...

11.30.2008

How Many Lovers Have You Had?

Don't worry, you don't have to answer here...unless you want to...I do love a full comment box ... *wink*

This article says that the average woman has six lovers in her lifetime...ahem...I don;t think I'm average, but still...

A long time ago (when I was a teen) I read a magazine article that answered the question..."How do I know I'm a slut?"

I liked the article because it allowed a woman one lover per year old that she was to not hit "slut level" ... keeping in mind that I was a teen and had a lot of catching up to do...

My favorite scene in a movie occurs in Four Weddings and a Funeral when Andie MacDowell counts down her lovers on her fingers in a conversation with Hugh Grant...and he admits that he doesn't know what he's been doing with his time...

So...does anyone out there have an opinion? Or am I the only one appalled that the national average for women is SIX?

11.27.2008

Happy Thanksgiving

After two days of watching Sir Hotness in the kitchen...I finally "get it"...
I never understood why my first husband always felt he had to tweak my nipples or kiss the back of my neck while I was chopping or stirring...I mean, a little...okay...but when it comes to being so distracted that dinner burns...is it really necessary? And there have been other men that have only been exceedingly affectionate...while I was busy in the kitchen...
I finally "get it"...

Sir Hotness does 95% of the cooking...and yesterday I was driving him insane as he chopped and diced, prepped and marinaded...but damn...he was so sexy doing all of that cooking and stirring...

Yummy...
I didn't care at all about the food...I wanted the man NAKED...preferably in the middle of the kitchen floor...

I am not saying that I was responsible for the chicken and dumplings getting burnt...but they did taste just a little scorched...

I hope everyone had a very happy Thanksgiving surrounded by the ones you love:)
And I do want to THANK YOU for stopping by my blog, buying my books, and offering me moral support throughout the last few years:)

11.23.2008

New Moon Is Coming...

Wow...Twilight, projected to be huge...is huge-er...I know, huge-er isn't really a word, but you get the point, right? I remember a summer interview that said if Twilight made about $70. Million, Summit would commit to book two...

Twilight made 70 Million in the first three days.

Call me very excited...as are the millions of girls who made those huge numbers possible.

11.22.2008

Blogging today at SExPressions...

Today my main blog is at SExPressions...but I didn't want you to be left hanging with nothing here...so I am also posting an excerpt that portrays the newest character added to the Chronicles of Surrender series: Daniel, Thomas's twin brother, also an undercover agent, and seriously more twisted and evil that Lord Fyre ever thought about being. The Question is, can he be saved?

There are even more questions and answers, and another excerpt, at SExPressions...so click over after you read Daniel's excerpt:

(excerpt starts here)

In the hallway, Henri waits with two guards. I am handcuffed before I realize what is happening.

“Am I not going back to The States, then?” I try to keep a grip on my voice to not allow the panic in my chest to show.

“In due time, Thomas,” Henri answers before nodding at the guards. Their signal to take me to wherever they plan to take me, which to my surprise is a Physician’s Conference Room two floors higher.

I’d considered breaking free while in the elevator, actually my best bet of an escape, but my curiosity got the best of me. When I am forced into the room and find myself with a conference table being all that stands between me and my brother, I wish I had escaped when I’d had the chance. I fight the guards, seeing red, wanting to inflict the same pain on Nikkos that he inflicted on Eva.

The guards hold tight, though conference chairs end up turned on their sides and I end up a little black and blue for my efforts.

“I’m going to kill you!” I promise him.

“Boys, boys,” Nikkos says in our native tongue. “Would you cut off your own right arm just so your brother would feel the pain for a lifetime?” he challenges me in a strong firm voice, a voice from a time long ago. He recites the chastisement our uncle used so many times as we were growing up, each of us always trying to cause the other great harm. “You are each other’s blood forever; no one will ever love you or know you as well as your other.”

That is what Uncle called us…Other. He was mine and I was his other. The times when we rolled around as children in the tall grasses behind our house seems so far away, so remote, but there is still truth in our uncle’s words. Though that truth brings both gladness and pain.

I shrug off two of the guards, facing him squarely. “Would you have killed her?”

“I had no idea she was the one you loved. I promise you that.” He walks around the table, coming closer to me. “You know as well as I do that I could not have blown almost a decade’s work by this agency to save one operative.” He pauses when he gets near enough to put one hand on each of my shoulders. “But if I had known that she was yours, I would have made sure she lived. I’m sorry.”

It is then that I notice his eyes reflect the truth of every word. He also thinks she is dead.

“Cobra didn’t kill her. She lives,” I tell him and am surprised when he grabs me, squeezing me hard, saying, “Thank God, then.” He pulls back from me, searching my eyes, “But still your heart breaks?”

“Whether we have a future together or not remains uncertain.”

“You have many who love you,” he states.

I smile, answering, “I was always more loved than you.” I don’t doubt that several of the people in the room, if not all, can make out most of what we are saying to each other, but still, it seems important that we use Greek.

“I have lovers,” he quarrels.

“But I have love.”

“Enough love to heal you of the pain she causes you?”

I don’t answer, I shrug, the lump of uncertainty forming in my throat too painful, her almost death still too recent, her prognosis too unsure.
Henri makes tsking noises as he personally frees my hands. I am shocked into silence; my brother so transformed from the last time I saw him. My mirror image now barely even shares a resemblance.

When I last saw him, we both sported ponytails and goatees. He no longer sports a beard, having trimmed it down to a small patch of thick fur just beneath his lower lip. Each of his cheek dimples sport a pointed silver stud piercing, making his face even more intriguing, and he wears not one set of small silver hoops in his earlobes, but four. He also pierced his tongue, my quick glimpse reveals a wide metal spider. My mind falls into the gutter, curious as to what other piercings his body hides.

“I’ve changed a bit.” Smiling, laughing, he turns in a circle, giving me the whole show, since I have obviously been struck dumb by his new appearance. His head is shaved with a Japanese-inspired tattoo beginning on the back of his skull extending down the back of his neck before disappearing under the edge of his shirt. Through the sheer fabric, I can tell his entire back and a large section of his chest have been inked, as have his arms down to his wrists.

“That’s an understatement, brother.” Free of the handcuffs, I hug my brother tight. He is much thinner than the last time I saw him. The hug reveals that the six years have taken their toll on his body. His ribs and pelvic bones protrude prominently, and because of the thinness, his muscles seem longer and leaner, a fact not easily missed by his choice of clothing, a black microfiber long-sleeved T-shirt that clings to his solid pecs and six-pack abs. The changes make Nikkos look ten to fifteen years younger than me. Yes, he could easily pass for twenty-eight; however, a second glance reveals his age deeply ingrained in his eyes, the windows to his soul revealing he has paid a very high price.

(excerpt ends here)
Want more Chronicles of Surrender? Buy books I-III here.

11.21.2008

Twilight Is Amazing...

I love it when a new author hits the scene with an amazing story...
Actually, when I first heard Stephenie Meyers success story, I wept, then I threw things, then I ripped up some printed pages that were safely stored on my hard drive and so I really wasn't completely destroying my current WIP but it felt good shredding while I was ranting and raving about the unfairness of it all...

Then I calmed down, became rational, and went out and bought the book to find out what the hoopla was about...and then I bought book 2 and 3 and 4...it was a marathon weekend...

I couldn't read the series fast enough.
And then I sat down and read the series a second time.

Because damn it, as much as I hated to admit it...it was that good...and simple...
I had come to think that great literature had to have a higher level of difficulty in reading and understanding...but here was the second young adult drama that was heading their authors to mega-fortunes...and audiences to the movie theaters...

Young Adult...
Again.
Harry Potter for a slightly older crowd...

Am I going to write a young adult story now in search of fame and fortune?
No.
But I know a lot of would be authors and e-book authors who feel that YA is now the only way to break into the "real market"...

Maybe it is...
Maybe those other writer's are correct...and we should all write a young adult novel.

I'm not throwing in my erotica towel yet.

What I am going to do, is read the series again...
Then I am going to reread all of my favorite series...Gabaldon, King, Hamilton, Harrison...and I am going to study the rhythm...and try to figure out what I can do better to weave my stories...

In the meantime...I'm going to watch Twilight again tonight...because last night, if they would have offered back to back screenings, we would have stayed...they didn't, so I'm going back tonight...because I'll admit it...

I'm a Twilighter...
I love the series...

And I'm absolutely thrilled that Stephenie Meyers is having the mega-success she is getting to experience...because it gives me hope...and it should give every other relatively unknown writer out there hope...

Success is merely finding the right words for the right moment in time...
The next big star is currently shaping the story, writing the words...they just haven't been discovered yet...

11.20.2008

Plans With Beautiful Girl Tonight...

We're going to see Twilight at 12:01am...
Anyone else going?

11.19.2008

VOYEUR


Voyuer is my latest release and explores the difficulty of being part of the BDSM scene as a climically diagnosed sadist...it also explores romance against a really kinky halloween party. Did I mention that the heroine is falling in love with two men? Or that they both just happen to be at the same party?
Buy Voyeur now...

11.17.2008

Not The Snows of Kilimanjaro


I wonder if not for Hemingway's short piece would we even know the place, Kilimanjaro? Or that Kilimanjaro should be covered in snow?

I'm not a big news watcher, especially morning news...but when I heard about the Today's show new segment titled "To The Ends of the Earth" wherein the program's four chief personalities will embark on lengthy road trips to illustrate environmental stories...I wanted to know more. Premiering this morning, it was announced that Ann Curry would be climbing Kikimanjaro, her summit planned for during Friday's episode...if all goes well...and if she summits at all.

I'm not disputing that Kilimanjaro is a hard climb, or that Ann is 52, a woman...and so on...merely that I can only take hype in small doses...

Personally, I would watch anyway because the show is highlighting a concern...the Kilimanjaro glaciers are shrinking...rapidly. Is there anything we can do about it?
Isn't that this centuries debate? I say no, but I'm no scientist...

If you are curious, here is more from National Geographic...

Anyway, here's a clip from Friday...

11.14.2008

Makes Me Want To Kick Ass...

I was raised by a pacifist father...loud voices were not only unacceptable but soft voices approaching whispers were the expected conversation level in the house. I remember watching black and white footage of the Vietnam War every night and learning that war was wrong. As a child, creating War protest signs was an afternoon art craft.

As an adult, I've considered any war an unacceptable reaction to the social wrongs in any given country...

But then I read news like this...and I just want to go kick ass.

11.13.2008

Facing The Longest Twenty-Four Hours...

Clearly, by the slowness of my blog updates, I am not worth the price of a pound of shit on a good day... (ok, I have no idea who said that but it is a nonetheless a quote stuck in my head)

Sir Hotness gets on a plane to come home tomorrow...thank goddess...
Does anyone besides me know the date that he originally flew out (hint: it was still summer)...and as far as the weekend here or there he was home...not enough...and the week of vaca he took so that I wouldn't have to celebrate Samhain alone...just a mind-fuck...

I am seriously ready to have my husband back long term...
Yeah, yeah, I know...important man, important job...we asked for this...really we did...lit a candle, said a prayer, walked a circle, basically all the important ritual stuff...and honest I'm very happy he has this job because it makes him happy...I'm THANKFUL...I'm just really due some big time sex...

okay, now that all that is said...

I went climbing today. YAY!
I really ruined my diet...PIZZA, PEPSI, ICE CREAM...damn, it wasn't even my birthday

I think it is because Sir Hotness flies home tomorrow...and I am facing the longest 24 hours ever...

Gratitude for today:
1. Saw my granddaughters and they were a wonderful distraction
2. Climbed with my daughter...also a wonderful distraction
3. Talked to both of my grown daughters today...ditto...

11.12.2008

Tired, Rainy, Grumpy Day...

Maybe it's because after a gorgeous (if dry) summer, fall has finally arrived with a vengeance...meaning dreary, damp, cold...

Maybe it's because I woke up to my period...

Maybe it's because hubby is still out of town...

Or, there's no excuse and I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I'm feeling kind of grumpy, which is highly unusual. Sigh.

I should really live where it is summer all of the time...

gratitude...
okay, here goes, even though I'm grumpy, I'm still thankful...
1. My health
2. My children are wonderful, loving, compassionate grown-women...
3. My grandchildren are a wonderful source of joy

11.11.2008

Can Rock Climbing Be A Fetish?

As many of you know, I've always wanted to learn to rock climb...and I'm finally learning! Yay, me. Not only am I learning to climb, I righteously obsessed about all things climbing. I'm especially obsessed with women climbers...

Women climbers rock!
There is something about watching how a woman moves over rock that is completely different than how men do it...

Anyway, my obsession has led me to find some amazing climbing women...any of which I'd love to meet so that I could watch them climb. And this woman, Jennifer Meleana Hee, is witty and writes! How much do I love that? Read her article: Rock Climbing Lets Women Lord Over Less Adept Males;)

You do know I'm going to have to write an erotica about rock climbing right?

Oh yeah...it's in the works, baby.

So, I'll admit, I'm spending more time pouring through rock-climbing articles than any other endeavor at the moment. Around the house we've taken to calling it Rock Porn...

Honestly...I had no idea that "rock-climbing nudes as art" existed until I found the work of Dean Fidelman who has introduced "Stone Nudes"...women rock climbing completely naked to be exact...

Here's my two favs...but I'll leave you this disclaimer: "Please do not try this without adequate training."


They're my new inspiration as I think through plots and sexy rock scenarios...
It's a tough job, but someone has to write erotica for a living...hehe...the research is just murder somedays though...

Gratitude:
1. Urban Krag Climbing Gym
2. Found the climbing shoes I've been dreaming about in an online OUTLET sale and saved about $100!
3. Wrote 4K today on my climbing erotica

11.10.2008

CONTROL Reviewed



Pricilla Petty from Night Owl Reviews rated Control a 4.5(a keeper) and had this to say:

"When Taylor Cooper literally runs into the very handsome, sexy and rich Stephen Barrington Taylor, III, she can’t believe her good fortune. Unfortunately, the man of her dreams has a problem with sex causing her to be extremely frustrated. Taylor loves him, but she’s beginning to wonder what to do about this monumental problem. Not wanting to break up an otherwise fulfilling relationship, she listens to her friend Cheyenne and gets the shock of her life at the Vortex. Once she visits, things will never be the same.

Roxy Harte is one of my favorite authors because she seems to really understand about the BDSM world and the ultimate exchange of power between two people. I was intrigued with the idea of this story as it put a different spin on saving a loving relationship. Taylor is fun, talented and willing to do whatever it takes to stay committed to her man. It took a while to warm up to Stephen as I felt he wasn’t taking ownership of the situation, but once he opened up and got into all the kinky things Taylor learned, he was much more exciting. The sex scenes were awe-inspiring and I enjoyed the interplay between all of the characters. I was particularly impressed with Mistress Minerva and found myself wanting to actually meet her. I couldn’t wait to get to the end to find out how things worked out for Taylor and Stephen, and their relationship. Be sure to pick this one up, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy it as much as I did."

Wow. Thanks Priscilla and Night Owl Reviews for this awesome review!

Gratitude:
1. There are actually reviewers out there reading my books:)
2. There are readers buying my books
3. THere are fans praising my books
I am THANKFUL!

11.09.2008

Not Too Late To Overturn Proposition 8

In CA as church goers went to church, they found protestors picketing outside their churches, as protests and picketing grew in strength over the weekend.

In support, Governor Schwarzenegger is quoted as saying, "I learned that you should never ever give up. . . . They should never give up. They should be on it and on it until they get it done," following the lessons he learned from body building. Read the entire article here.

Signs read, "No more Mr. Nice Gay," and "I am a victim of H8." Not all of the protests were orderly or friendly and arrests were made.

In light of Proposition 2 passing, some of the protestors carried signs that read, "I want what the chickens got!" and Samantha Ronson said in her myspace blog post titled, 2 steps forward...2 steps back, "...yup, miss piggy and chicken little may rest easy, but gay people in florida and california can no longer get married and gay couples in arkansas can't adopt children. g-d forbid a loving family (regardless of sexual orientation) give a needy child a home!"

I don't know if anyone else is following this as closely as I am...but since gay erotic romance seems to be leading sales in many publishing houses...I'm very upset by the message that gives. I mean, as a nation, are we saying, "It's okay if I want to read about two guys doing it like bunnies because it gets me all hot and freaky bothered...but that's just fiction...in real life that's sin. SIN. No marriage for those freaks cause that's just wrong."

Really? IS THAT THE ATTITUDE?
I certainly hope not. Gay and lesbian marriage should be legal in all 50 states, not just a few...and I implore you regardless of what state you live in...if you are reading gay and lesbian erotica behind closed doors, at least stand up for LGBT Rights when it comes knocking at your door.

I'm An Addict...

I never understood my dad's fascination with cigarettes...he was a hard core smoker and smoking advocate until his death (which was directly attributed to the cause of smoking.) Almost every photo of my dad has him holding a cigarette. I always said, "If I knew something was going to kill me...I'd be smart enough not to do it."

Wow...that was naive...

Older and wiser, I'm beginning to see that it isn't always that cut and dry.

No, I don't smoke, but I am trying to give up another habit that although not as bad for me, still annoys the crap out of me that I just can't let it go...

Pepsi.

I've been trying to give up Pepsi since last Spring (when I announced that I was going on a diet...which is now referred to as the "failed diet".) And I give myself credit...I used to be a case a day girl (don't roll your eyes...its true) and I've whittled down to one icy cold can of joy every morning. I just can't let go of that one can...

My day just can't begin until I feel that first burning fizz slide rapturously down my throat...

My failure is a mockery of all the times I gave my dad a hard time for cutting back to one cigarette a day but being unable to just QUIT. And then stress would flair up and he'd be right back to three packs a day...

I'm trying to make peace with my addiction.
It's only one Pepsi, right?

11.08.2008

Don't Give Up! I'm Not...

I received a rejection letter today for one of my novels I'm currently peddling mainstream...it's actually a first rejection letter so I'm sure I have lots more to face until I find the right publisher...

I used to think (a decade ago) that a rejection letter meant that my writing wasn't good enough...then I realized that my writing was good enough that it just wasn't right for the audience at the time...

Which makes me wonder...who decides what the audience wants?
A too easy answer would be that answer is sales driven, which would explain the glut of vampire slowly turning to urban fantasy popularity...

Sigh...
Someday...

I read once that Stephen King's first horror novel was rejected 100 times before it was actually accepted. I'm not even near that number, so I'm not giving up...and if you are a writer...keep writing...

I'm hoping that I can get the revisions done to Pornstar soon...entirely too much family drama has been keeping me away from this important deadline (as well as others) but it is time for me to get this one done. So that is going to be my primary focus this week...

Wish me luck that post-revision I'll have a happy editor:)

Gratitude:
1. Jazzi makes me smile
2. Petey makes me laugh
3. The damn cats make me curse**
**It's a well rounded day at least

11.07.2008

See My Post At The Femme's Guide


I'm running late on my Femme's Guide announcement, but it has been a crazy, exciting week! I still can't believe that we are soon to have a new president! How exciting for our country!

Please join me at the Femme's Guide and leave a comment or two!

Gratitude:
1. My life as it is, as it has been, as it will be...

11.06.2008

Writing Today!

When is the last time I had that headline? Too long...
It's time to get focused!

Encouragement is always good, so if you have read any of the Chronices of Surrender, Dom/sub, Control, or Voyeur...feel free to share a favorite scene. I'd love to hear from you!!

Today's Gratitude:
1. My publishers
2. My readers
3. My husband WANTS ME to write

11.05.2008

Change! Hope! Repression...

Congratulations, Mr. President!


The news reports as I drove to work focused on the enormous historical achievement on the part of Barrack Obama to become elected as president. Strange, I never really considered his race or the impact it would have in the lives of African-Americans when I voted. I focused on the change I want to see in this country. True equality...not only for race but also for gender, sexuality, and religion.

Along with my hope for change, I'd like to see our country embrace publicly funded preschool and daycare; end any plans to build the Great Wall of Mexico; and increase the number of jobs in the US; and seriously reevaluate what a minimum wage is and increase the dollar amount to match our current cost of living in the USA.

I could add to the list...
but I would rather express my heartfelt horror on what happened in CA. Seriously, unbelievable in my mind that Californians were even voting on whether gays and lesbians have a right to marry. Ending the small glimmer of hope that soon gays and lesbians will ever be granted the same rights in all 50 states...

I was also disappointed by my own Ohioans who refused to vote in a casino that would have created more than 10000 jobs in the most impovrished county in Ohio...

So as much as I was elated for our new president, I was equally sadden and disappointed in the small mindedness that led to the decisions that will affect thousands...

Taking time for Gratitude:
1. I live in the United States
2. I have the right to vote
3. My daughters and granddaughters will have more opportunities than I had

11.04.2008

Vote Today!

If you are registered to vote, today is the day to do it!
I'm voting.
I'm ready for change!


I'm a big believer in the power of gratitude and the change that comes from thanking first before asking for more...so I was thrilled to learn that others are posting about gratitude from now until Thanksgiving (Calling it the Gratitude Project) and inviting everyone else to do the same. From now until Thanksgiving, I will be posting three things I'm grateful for at the end of each post. Join me if you'd like...and also add this feature to your own blog if you want:)

I am thankful:
1. That I live in a country where I have the right to vote (and my short hour wait this am was wholly worth it!)

2. That I am married to a wonderful man who supports my writing career.

3. My children.

11.03.2008

I'm Back!

Wow. Is it Monday already?
It must be because yesterday I dropped Sir Hotness back off at the airport for yet another two weeks away...but we had a nice week together.

We went to a rock wall...yay...I'm finally learning to climb...and guess what?
No Fear!
My biggest worry has been that I have had some trouble being afraid of heights...but I was fine:) Of course, it was only 32 feet...but I felt pretty good!

10.31.2008

Samhain Blessings! Happy Halloween!


I was wondering if anyone has plans tonight?
Sexy plans?
Party plans?
Ritual plans?

I've been going through the mental motions all day of closing out one year and preparing for new...preparing lists...making plans...setting goals.

Sir Hotness and I headed out into the woods for a hike that took us past the "Three Sisters" 500 year old oak trees who could touch limbs and looked as if they were holding hands forming a circle...it has always seemed a very sacred grove to me.

I say were because one of the sisters has fallen...I think Hurricane Ike may have been the final straw for the tree who has survived an internal fire and been barely clinging to life for years. The other two sisters have had major cuttings so that their lower branches no longer touch...

So seeing the damage they have sustained both natural and man-induced was saddening, but their is still a calmness there, a quiet strength in their beauty. Age and time changes all of us. I think that is one of the reasons I have been so focused on fulfilling the dream of learning to climb. Of being so insistent that we use this fall and winter to develop my skills, so that we can take our climbing outside next spring and summer. I am feeling the passage of time...

Don't worry, Roxy isn't throwing in the towel but I am doing everything I can to realize my goals and dreams...everything I can to maintain my health and strength...into a very old age.

I read somewhere that although the three faces of the goddess are readily recognized: Maiden, Mother, Crone...there may be many more...and if I spend enough time thinking on it, I have to agree...using the timetable of twenty years...maiden would be to age 20, mother to age 40 and anything post forty? Crone? I'm not that old...and not that I am rebelling against the natural circle of change...but I agree, there are more than three phases in our life...it has been suggested (again, I'll have to look up the reference at a later date...sorry) Nymph, maiden, mother, creator, sage, crone, hag...seven faces of goddess...and spaced at 15 years would span a life of 105 years. I like that...that would put me in creator mode...I'm a writer...that works...it also gives me a heck of a lot of time to work on my hag skills...hehehe.

Happy Halloween
and
Samhain Blessings...

10.29.2008

A VOYEUR Excerpt


Loose-Id posted an excerpt for Voyeur...one of my favorite scenes as it turns out. Which I have decided to repost here;)

Excerpt starts here:
She rethought. I have a date. She giggled, remembering the stolen kiss. She’d never thought to see him again, no matter how intrigued she’d been, no matter how wonderful the kiss had been. And Jonas on the bus…oh my…intrigue spiked to a whole new level. She was definitely looking forward to their date. Maybe she would actually have something to share for the next Saturday morning confessional.

With a hopeful smile, she entered the elevator that would take her back upstairs to the club. The elevator doors closed, shutting out the traffic noise.

“Hello.”

Autumn jumped, spinning to face a man standing in the corner that she hadn’t realized was there. Small slurping noises drew her eyes down to where a bleached blonde sat on her knees delivering a blowjob. Eyes wide, jaw dropped, Autumn spun around to face the front of the car.

Be calm, be calm. It’s just a man getting a blowjob.

Oh shit! Be calm! Becalmbecalmbecalm! she chanted, though it didn’t matter that she’d been chanting her mantra all night…this moment was no more conducive to being calm than any of the others, including her baptism by stage show. She was still not sure how she’d missed realizing the woman on stage was a man -- until after he’d raised his skirt and revealed the very naked truth of the matter. Or a woman who wanted to hook up and allow her boy toy to watch. This was just one more very uncalm moment to join the list. She watched the blinking numbers announce each floor. Why was the club all the way at the top?

The slurping grew louder and she considered getting off on the next floor, but her fingers wouldn’t reach out to touch one of the glowing buttons. She thought they’d be as embarrassed as she, but glancing over her shoulder, she decided, not him; he looked entirely too smug. Why hadn’t the woman jumped up to adjust her clothing? If it were her, she knew she would be cringing behind the man with embarrassment. No, what was she thinking? She would never be caught in such a compromising position.

Juliet would. Kim would too. And Delilah had already revealed in too much detail an incident eerily similar a few months earlier on their legendary Saturday morning conference calls…though she had been the one giving the blowjob.

What did that say about her friends? She knew for a fact that they weren’t sluts. She reminded herself to have a serious discussion with herself later as to what specifically did define slut these days, just to clarify; they were just fun loving. And yes, Autumn liked to think of herself as fun loving too; however, she never seemed to luck into the opportunities her friends did and she wasn’t brave.

They would see this as a primo opportune, but that led to the question, what to do with the opportunity? She didn’t have a clue…she was after all…just a watcher. She sighed, nonchalantly looking over her shoulder to check out the man. At first glance, he’d been incredible. And at second glance? Devastating. He looked as if he’d walked out of the pages of a glossy magazine, a model, or someone famous, or someone who should be famous. His shoulder-length black hair fell around his face as he looked down at the woman sucking his cock. With a mere lift of his eyes, mysterious hazel irises surrounded by the thickest set of lashes she’d ever seen on a man, he captivated Autumn.

He winked. She jumped, seeming to wake from a dream that concealed the woman still on her knees between this man’s legs. Yes, he still leaned into the wall of the elevator, casual as could be, even though a woman greedily slurped between his thighs.

Normally, she enjoyed a good voyeuristic moment…but this was pushing it. She’d never watched so openly before, or in such close proximity. Don’t look there!

Autumn forced her eyes to focus above his shoulders, examining closer the strong face with chiseled features and a black goatee that made him deadly as sin. Shadows now hid his eyes but his nose was strong and nicely shaped, if a little crooked, like it had been broken before.

He looked like Rick Springfield. Knowledge dawned slowly. She gaped, knowing without a doubt that she was looking at Master M.

But wasn’t he with Juliet?

Unless…he’d already made her fly and now he was…

“Damn. That was fast.”

He lifted his brow at her comment, then looked down at his dick. “No, not really.”

Autumn ducked her face, snickering. Maybe he’d never had a chance to hook up with Juliet…well, obviously he hadn’t because there hadn’t been enough time…right? Flying would surely take more than a few minutes, and if he hadn’t made Juliet fly, Autumn couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t relieved. Flying seemed…dangerous.

She took another peek at the man’s face and decided he looked dangerous.

He wore a leather vest, his tanned chest bare, exposing a nice line of muscles over his stomach that led to his pelvis like a sharp arrow. Faded blue jeans rode low on his hips, unzipped and opened…

She looked. Shit! She glanced away as quickly as she could but not before noticing the long, thick penis sliding in and out of the woman’s mouth.

“Like what you see?”

The smug bastard! In a flash, she turned to face him, ready to give him a piece of her mind, tired as she was of all men being bastards, when the peculiarity of the moment dawned on her… Shouldn’t he be enjoying the attention of the woman between his thighs? Shouldn’t he be lost in bliss, moaning and whispering encouragement? Shouldn’t he be coming by now? But as his gaze snagged hers, his look smoldered challenge and she got lost in the depths of his teasing hazel eyes and sinfully thick dark lashes.

He isn’t enjoying her performance at all.

“Well?” he demanded.

She looked him over.

She drawled, “You’re easy on the eyes,” turning away with a blush and determined to not keep looking at him. She steeled her eyes on the faded gray elevator doors.

Proud of herself for being so brave, Autumn forced away her blush; this had gone beyond insanity. This was something she could tell her friends about! Finally, her very own great adventure…

She could almost hear the silence of their bated breath, waiting for her to tell all for a change.

Autumn sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, seeing the picture in her mind as they waited…and realizing she had absolutely nothing to tell. Oh yeah, except for the challenge she’d felt emanating from those incredible bedroom eyes. A challenge she’d met with a smart comeback. Great. Awesome story.

“That’s it? I’m easy on the eyes?” His voice was loaded with mock challenge and, strangely, disappointment.

Oh, she thought with despair, what would her friends do? She snorted. Kim or Delilah would offer to do him next and she certainly wouldn’t go there. What would Juliet do? No, no. She imagined an erotic Juliet sandwich and knew she would definitely not go there! But possibly, just possibly, she was capable of a naughty stunt of her own, especially since the likelihood of ever seeing him again was beyond remote. Her eyes flew up to the lighted numbers above the elevator doors, counting up their ascent. Still, seven floors to go. Time. She had time. But to do --

No time to think, Autumn, just do something. Do something!

For the first time in her life, she did what she felt compelled to do and backed up and leaned against the elevator wall, putting her side to side with the man. She didn’t look down at the woman on her knees who -- despite Autumn’s arrival in the elevator -- kept sucking. She forced her eyes to his face. Another step found her brushing against his body. She reached to touch him, grazing her fingers over his jaw. She smoothed her fingers over his face, then wrapped her hand around the base of his neck. He didn’t move, not one inch, though his dark eyes widened and the smirk left his face. She grew bolder, knowing he hadn’t expected this.

She felt his rising chest go still beneath the press of her breasts as she moved even closer. She wanted to believe that she was responsible…that somehow because of her nearness he’d forgotten to breathe…but then his breath left in a hiss.

His eyes closed, briefly, long enough for her to gather enough bravado to press her lips to his wide mouth, but only to plant soft kisses at the corners of his lips. His lips were as soft as rose petals and she longed to sweep out her tongue, just for a little taste, but she didn’t dare. His eyes opened and for a second she was caught in their wonder. Seeking safer haven than their golden-flecked depths, she lowered her eyes to his chest, her hands traveling where her eyes wandered…over his collarbone, down the line between his pecs.

He still hadn’t moved a muscle to touch her, but he was definitely paying attention to her, and his breathing had kicked up a notch. She leaned her head back to look directly into his eyes and saw hunger.

He wants me.

It was enough to spur her further, enticing her mouth to succumb to temptation.

Just a little taste, she promised herself as her lips sealed over his. The result was a long, deep kiss. Her tongue, not satisfied with its promised taste dove deep, then deeper.

The kiss spiraled out of control, because even though he still hadn’t moved to touch her, the power had somehow shifted. She felt a pull from deep within her soul as she was filled with a mind-numbing lust unlike anything she’d experienced before. Clutching his shoulders, her knees weak enough to collapse, she felt the tension building within the man, a screaming need waiting to be vented.

What just happened?

He was close to coming, she could feel it…so close…when a moment before he’d been bored. I did this to him.

The elevator chimed and she froze, knowing the elevator door was going to open. Her mouth pressed to his, tongues mingled, she held her breath. The door opened and after a long pause, closed again. Their ascent continued.

He took control of the kiss, hungrily and greedily demanding more from her mouth. Her knees went weak and her pussy tightened but her mind stayed in control. She pulled her lips away from his and for a long moment held his gaze, feeling the small jerks of his taut abdomen and chest muscles beneath the press of her palm.

She couldn’t help smirking as she leaned into the tender spot behind his right ear. She inhaled deeply, noisily. Lost in his scent and almost forgetting her motive, she sighed.

“You smell incredible too,” she said and she knew her words had pushed him over the edge. He was a goner. The muscles beneath her hand grew rigid and locked in spasm. Autumn held on to him, feeling his fall as his orgasm went on and on, his growl sounding too painful to bear, and his heartbeat drumming out of control beneath her hand.

The elevator chimed, doors opening for a second time.

Autumn managed a wink at the girl still on her knees as she rushed through the barely opened gray doors
.

Enough enticement? Buy VOYEUR now, don't put it off. I'm dying to hear what you think of this story!

10.27.2008

VOYEUR Release Day! And a SEXY EXCERPT!

Voyeur released at midnight, so I thought it might be fun to have a little excerpt especially since Halloween is also so near and this particular selection is set against the backdrop of a BDSM Halloween Soiree. BUY VOYEUR NOW.

Excerpt starts here:
She’d spent three nervous days anticipating the party and was only slightly irritated that he’d chosen her costume. They matched, though hers was fun wear and his was the real deal. He was wearing black leather from head to toe, every bit the sexy biker. She was wearing fishnets, shiny PVC booty shorts and matching halter, a leather cap, and sexy, four-inch-heeled biker boots. So much exposed skin. She was embarrassed that the curve of her ass cheeks peeked from the edge of the shorts and she’d never shown so much cleavage. But Jonas had announced she was perfect…and she believed him.

As they rode in, Jonas pointed to the spirals of fog rising from the low fields on either side of the drive and it made Autumn think that it was going to be a perfect evening for a Halloween party. She was already so nervous and excited, the potential for eerie drifting fog to intensify the mood made her shiver. She thought it must be her nerves, making the driveway seem never-ending, but just as she thought it, the bike was coasting to a stop and the grand plantation house was rising above them. They parked in the grassy yard to the left of the house that was marked off with small flags to designate parking.

The house was set in the middle of a wide lawn though there were several tall, graceful trees flanking it and a cornfield behind. And then there was the barn…
Autumn tried in vain not to look at the massive, graying structure that was going to host most of the night’s entertainment. Jonas had warned her that once the festivities began, it would be a screaming, writhing free-for-all of sensual decadence. She’d promised to stay close to him. He was there to capture the event on film, she was there to assist him, and they would both get to watch. She shivered in anticipation.

She wondered if it would be different watching when everyone knew you were indeed watching and not doing so sneakily.

Delilah and Kim parked just as they were dismounting.

She was surprised to see that they wore matching plaid miniskirts, white knee socks, and black, high-heeled Mary Janes. Kim wore her long blonde hair in two ponytails and Delilah had scrunched and gelled her hair into spikes.

“Well, aren’t we all just so original?” Autumn asked, rolling her eyes, thinking that if men hadn’t had a hand in their choices, they would have all come as sexy witches. “I hope you feel as ridiculous as I do.”

Jonas laughed and muttered under his breath, “The costumes won’t be on long enough to matter, ladies.”

Autumn gasped, and grabbing a camera case, announced, “I’m his assistant. I’m just here to work.”

She caught Jonas’s smirk and soft chuckle. She knew it was because she’d made such a fuss to attend. What had she been thinking? Thank God, she hadn’t come with a blind date. She sighed with relief that things had worked out the way they had. It was one thing to play naughty games with Jonas and quite another to consider doing anything of the sort with a stranger.

As they walked up to the front porch, Jonas paused to capture the moment. Dusk was deepening, the sun setting behind the low hill behind the two-story, two-hundred year old house, making the four large pillars that supported the covered porch roof seem foreboding. “I never get used to seeing these old places in all their glory.”
“Spooky,” Autumn commented and looked over her shoulder to find Kim and Delilah trailing behind. They seemed as enchanted by the house as Jonas.

“Just wait,” Jonas promised. “The ambience is only part of what makes tonight special.”

She shivered, catching a glimpse of a white body hovering just inside the front door. It could have been a spectral image but as they moved closer she saw that it was a very naked woman, her body painted to resemble a very dead woman. Her lips were painted lavender and painted to appear sewn closed. At least that was what she first thought, but as she drew closer she saw that the dark lines meant to resemble thread were actually thick suture threads.

“Oh!” She passed the wraith by…quickly…thinking as she passed by, what a great illusion. She shivered and reminded herself that there were no real monsters in the manse. It’s just a party.

Four more women identical to the first were standing just inside the foyer and Autumn stared at their mouths. They really are sewn shut. She wanted to reach out and touch their lips but they pointed the guests through the house to a dark parlor lined with red velvet couches and she didn’t stop walking.


End excerpt. Want more? BUY VOYEUR NOW.

On Vacation This Week

I've given my brain permission to be on vaca all week. I refuse to write, think about plots, character development, arcs, revisions or edits.

Why? It sounded like insanity to me as well when Sir Hotness first proposed the idea...but he is home. HOME. Yay. And I demanded no work for him, as in, I am OUT OF THE OFFICE BOTHER SOMEONE ELSE...

So it seems fair that if he is on vaca that I be on vaca at the same time. Right? I may go insane but I will endeavor to obey the rules...

I did stipulate that I must blog. I must. I MUST!
So blogging is it. Quick blogs. Hopefully I will remain entertaining...

Yesterday we scoped out John Bryan State Park...they have 35 foot high rock...totally boring and unacceptable by Sir Hotness standards, but after batting my eyes and convincing him that we must start small he agreed that since it will be a first climb for me that small is probably good...

35 feet.
sigh.
He promises that I will get over my fear of heights...

So, you are probably wondering how long I am going to bore you with this trivial information from my life...where's the sex???? I'll get to it...

It's just rock is all I have on my mind right now. I am totally obsessed...
And I am told that it is possible to have sex, fully harnessed on the side of a cliff...something to look forward to.

You know, my major thought as we hiked three miles today to get to where the bolts were anchored into the ridge were..."What if I get half-way up and have to pee?" I mean this seems like a fairly major problem...

Another problem for me...today and tomorrow we were supposed to be camping...but that was before the weather report announced thirty degrees...Beautiful Girl suggested setting up the tent in the middle of the living room next to the fireplace so that we could still feel like we were on vacation...

I thought it was a marvelous idea...
She is my daughter;)

Sir Hotness was not convinced...so we're going to wait for a warmer dayto actually camp out...maybe Thursday. in the meantime we are checking out Urban Krag in Dayton, maybe do some climbing lessons in a gym setting before he drags me out to a real cliff. He really wants to climb Red River Gorge next summer because that is where he learned to climb with Tom Fyffe (who with "crew" bolted and first ascended a route named Fuzzy Under Cling (named after the bat who was hidden in a hole) ) S.H. claims Tom took him under his wing and taught him to climb ... and he actually got to hang out with Porter Jarrad and drink a few beers with him and his dog Poochie...so the place has good memories for him.

About this pic...it was one of the original taken of Fuzzy Undercling and tacken from an old "Rock and Ice" cover...and Sir Hotness assures me that guys really did climb barefoot on occasion and butt-ass naked for a really good time...No, you will not catch me climbing naked...I value my skin too much and we are talking about rocky cliffs.

Red River Gorge has cliffs about 85-90 ft and is famous for KY's Natural Bridge (which I actually took the tourist trail up to a few years ago...and holy shit that's high up!)

So I'm shaking with fear but soooo excited.
And adrenaline rushes make for great sex so...I'm game.

Maybe tomorrow I can share a sexy excerpt...
But no promises for Wednesday...I'll probably be talking about climbing again because I am TOTALLY OBSESSED!

10.26.2008

Hiking Today


The kitten in the pumpkin looks so much like our "Kitty", I had to share.

Today I am hiking with the hubby...got to get back in shape because I think I've finally pestered him enough that he is seriously taking my request to have him teach me to rock climb seriously! I am so psyched that tonight I actually did yoga for the first time in months... As I count down the days to the end of this year, my new years resolution includes:
Losing 30 pounds
Meditating twice a day
Yoga every day
Allowing myself time to play...
Writing...more.

Here's a video of where we are hiking...

Have a great rest of your weekend all!

10.25.2008

Sir Hotness is Home!!

I'm not dreaming...he's home...and he'll be home for an entire week.
How do I know that I'm not dreaming?
The house smells like bacon...and coffee...neither of which happens if it is me, home alone. Trust me...I'm not complaining.

Eggs, bacon, pancakes...I'm in heaven. I wish their was a scent feature on blogger so that you could smell what I am smelling right now...mmmmmmm.
And tonight...he's making his famous lasagna. I married this man, in part, because of his lasagna making skills.

I may have lost seventeen pounds since August...but in the next seven days...I'll probably gain it all back if our first morning together is any indication;)

I also had hot tea waiting for me when I opened my eyes. I'm telling you, this man is a keeper. I'm so glad he's mine.

10.23.2008

Posting at Femme's Guide Today

I posted last night at the Femme's Guide to Absolutely Everything about how I see myself...Femme, Bisexual...and that those "labels" I have come to own are but a small part of who I am...and how those labels are constrictive...

DominaDoll commented, "Labels like boxes can be confining. As humans we are continually growing and changing. Human sexuality and gender is so complex that it can be a hindrance to be stuck on self-defining labels and not allow for all the nuances/dichotomies of who we are. I also believe you are right that it is others who want to put labels on us and define us, pin us down, so-to-speak."

Exactly what I was trying to say...

Stop by and read the post and please add your two cents! I love to hear what other people are thinking and feeling!

10.16.2008

Pornstar Revisions...

I may have mentioned that I am revising Pornstar but I didn't realize how much that would mean to me...because Pornstar started out as a F/F romance...and then on the advice of an editor who I am no longer working with to get the ms into a certain publisher's guidelines (even though they advertise LGBT but really don't mean L just GBT and F/F can only happen as part of a menage but preferably all menages should be MMF...call me frustrated?)

Anyway, to make the long story short, I added a MF romance to make the FF acceptable... that didn't happen ...because bottom line, I couldn't live with myself and the publisher wasn't willing to accept any FF if the M wasn't involved (Can he watch? Ewww...)... so I sent queries off to another editor who I absolutely adore and the revisions she asked for weren't unreasonable (and as usual were right on target)

The problem lies in when I first tore into it...expecting an easy fix...but then I started seeing all the places I'd changed the story, softened the story to try to make it "acceptable" for publisher one...

Sigh...this was not going to be a quick fix...because I want to tell the story that needs to be told.

I jumped ship on Pornstar and started edits on Voyeur...
Now that edits are complete on Voyeur and I am sitting waiting it's release (Oct 28) I am again ready to face Pornstar...and I'm taking my time...letting it percolate as I chop all the subtle sentences that were meant to "soften" the work and make it romance reader friendly...

And I think with the rewrite it is still going to be romantic...I think it is going to be hellatiously romantic...but it is also going to be FF hot... I'm not backing down on what this story needs to say and be. This is a grown-up story with grown-up angst and grown-up need. This story is going to be a little messy and I can't wait to get into the real meat of it.

Pornstar excites me.
Publisher number one wouldn't be able to handle the "real" girl on girl sexiness of Pornstar...
I hope publisher number two can.

And if not, I've got my big girl panties on and I'm going to find a publisher willing to take a chance on a real FF romance because this story deserves to be written...and read.

10.15.2008

Emotion, Exhaustion, Life Drama...

I'm writing...actually revising PORNSTAR for an editor in the hopes the publishing house she edits for will accept it...even though it's a FF lovestory. I've been sitting on it...I needed to infuse it with a heavy dose of angst...

And for that I needed to get emotional...
read (miserable)...

I'm emotional, exhausted, and my life has more drama at the moment than a B-class soap opera...oh, yeah, and I'm horny (and alone)...but it all adds up to I'm writing again (huge ripping words revision...cut 6k this afternoon) OUCH. I'm so excited that the keys are clicking that I may stay up all night writing...even though I'm bleary eyed and running on caffeine, 4 hours sleep, adrenaline and beer...

I'm happy.
I love being a writer...

10.14.2008

And She's Back...

Whether she is or isn't...I love it when she say's "You say you're crazy...I got your crazy." She's back and sexier than ever singing Womanizer.

Full Moon Tonight...


I'll be doing some ritual stuff tonight but wanted to take the time to say Blessed Full Moon!

10.12.2008

Happiness is...Diana Gabaldon

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy...
Diana Gabaldon is hard at work writing the latest installment of her Claire/Jaime series: An Echo In The Bone. She hopes to have it finished by December 30. Can I just say I'm excited and thrilled...elated even...as in this is the best fucking news I've had in ages...

I love Diana Gabaldon. She is a true story teller.
She is the reason Sacred Secrets went from single book to series in a blink of an eye. She taught me that characters do not have to end their story at the last page of a book. They can continue their lives in saga fashion...

She also taught me that if a book is good enough it can span more than 100K words...a lot more.
I love that most.
Wow...

I am officially ending my night elated.

10.09.2008

Femmes Guide Post Today

Dear Readers,

I'm posting at The Femme'sGuide To Absolutely Everything today...

And as usual, I'm baring my soul...so if you'd rather not know...don't go there.

Hugs
Roxy

10.08.2008

Some Days I Wish I Lived in NYC...

Really, I do...
Not that I want to give up my 2K+ living space, or the peace and quiet, or the wide open spaces where I can sit and see acres of nothing but fields and trees and wildlife, or the coyotes that sing me to sleep, or the geese that wake me up flying overhead...

But some days...
I really want to be there...for the art...the creativity...the energy...and obscure little documentaries that seem to open there and never, ever make it here to the middle of nowhere...

A movie is coming...a documentary...
I love documentaries...

The movie is about how Harry Potter has spawned a new life for certain fans, a way to express themselves in ways they may have never expressed themselves before...
I love Harry Potter, I love the fact that fans can see the written world as clearly and as real-ly as the author (and sometimes moreso), I love the way creativity in all it's many forms is expressed...

So really, is there any reason not to see We Are Wizards?


Enjoy your day, friends...
I'm not writing today...not for a few days...so I'm going "out". Trust me, going out is huge...I like to stay "In"...sometimes, a trip to the coffee shop is in order to hang with friends, but to literally go out? Not my fav thing...

I think Indian Food is in order...
And then some thrift stores...
I might even brave the mall...
And a movie...I think a movie s definitely in order...and since I am totally wanting to see Igor, I may have to collect the grandbabies for an outting...

10.06.2008

Flash Fiction Contest! What's Happening?

Liz asked, "What's inside the lens of the camera...I see handcuffs and shadows..."
And in answer...



I absolutely love that the girl in the lens is kneeling with handcuffs waiting for her. I can see the scene in my head where the Dom tossed them to her and commanded, "Put them on."

Just gives me shivers...
Sigh.

For fun...if anyone is interested Flash Fiction of 100 words: Poem or scene based on this photo:) Post your stories in the comment section so we can all enjoy them...

Have fun!

Winner of best will receive a free copy of Voyeur as soon as it is available!!

Hugs
Roxy

10.05.2008

Voyeur Excerpt

With a jarring lurch the bus pulled away from the curb and she closed her eyes, listening to the hum of tires on asphalt. Slowly, the stress of the day with had accumulated as tight, painful tension knotting her neck and shoulders began to melt away…

“Mm-mm-mm, oh baby,” the girl seated her behind her giggled. “Stop. We’re going to get thrown off the bus.”

Her eyes flew open, but she didn’t dare turn around to look at them; instead, she started listening, wide-eyed, dying to look. She could barely hear their voices but then suddenly he whispered back loud enough for her to hear, “Not if you’ll be quiet.” Muffled whispers came near enough to almost hear and she strained to do just that but the girl’s too soft voice kept her in a state of frustration.

She listened harder, shutting her eyes and receiving the reward of their whispers.

“Come on, Nicole. Bratty isn’t going to cut it today. This was your idea anyway.”

"I’ve changed my mind.” She panted.

“No you haven’t. You’re just scared.” He comforted, then urged, “Pull your panties off!”

“No, baby, I did! I want to safe word out!”

“And that’s exactly why you made me promise that we wouldn’t use a safe word for this trip.” He whispered softly. A soft rustle, murmurs of gentle encouragement, and kissing sounds, followed his smooth cajolement. A.J. imagined him kissing the girl’s forehead, her eyelids, her lips, but no tongue, just a soft, comforting, you-can-trust-me kiss. Definitely no tongue. Then his voice, though still a whisper, changed to a rough command as he demanded, “Now do what I tell you to do, slut! Get those panties off!”

A.J.’s eyes flew back open. Uh-uh, no way, not on my watch, Sucker. She started to stand up, ready to throw Mr. Sleaze-ball off the bus and rescue the cute little blonde behind her when she heard the girl giggle again. “Oh baby, you know I can’t say no when you talk to me like that. Call me a slut again!”

“I’m not calling you anything, you nasty little whore, not until you obey me!”

The girl laughed harder, making A.J.’s jaw drop open at the turn of events. Turning her head, she caught sight of a twenty-something scrunched into the seat to her left. He motioned with his pointer finger pressed to his lips to stay quiet and pointed to a small video recorder that was trained on the action behind them. He wasn’t hiding the fact that he was watching…no, actually filming the couple behind her and did so absolutely openly.

Pressing a finger to his lips he signaled for her to be quiet, then mouthed, “I’m part of the scene! Don’t screw this up for them!”

Caught listening, she tried to make herself smaller. A.J. slumped lower in her seat, her face scrunched so painfully into an oh-shit-now-what expression that she was actually aware of it. She really tried to not listen, but that was impossible. The two people behind her were having sex…and yes, they were quiet about it—but she could still hear them! Her eyes darted to the man beside her, his camera focused on the couple, but his eyes trained on her.

10.04.2008

My Cover Art Is Here!

Yay! My cover art for Voyeur is here! I'm so excited:)
The cover artist is Croco Designs.

I don't have a release date from Loose-Id...but soon. Very, very soon. Come back tomorrow for a hot, steamy excerpt!

Here's the unofficial blurb:
Cynical-before-her-time corporate attorney A.J. Blessings has condemned herself to a life of watching instead of living. When she attends a steamy costume ball, she is kissed by a masked musician, Jonas, and sets off a series of events that will change her life forever.

Taking the bus home from work, she witnesses a couple having sex…and a third filming the exchange. She is intrigued, she is aroused. She is shocked to discover the videographer is her masked kisser and quite suddenly she has perfect companion for a sordid All Hallows BDSM Bash.

Joined by a mysterious friend, Michael, they set off on a journey that leads them across the countryside on a peeping-tom romp through hay-stacked barns, farmer's daughter's boudoirs and the kind of naughty games that can only be played in the countryside. It will take the efforts of both men to help her evolve from shy voyeur to daring exhibitionist.

But the greater journey lies in the secrets the men are keeping from her. Their play is dark and dangerous, and for one sadism isn’t a game at all…it’s an illness.