What I've Been Doing...

So, okay, I admit it Tuesday I played hookey all day because Sir Hotness had to go out of town for a few days and he showed up early with ribeyes and two bottles of red wine...

Later in the day Tuesday, I went to my fav bookseller to buy THIS ... not much got accomplished after that except reading...

Wednesday, I cuddled with Sir Hotess until he absolutely had to leave then sat down and drank a beer, or two... yes, I'm a big enough girl to admit that I have separation anxiety...

Today, I visited with my oldest daughter and the grandbabies and between the drive there (an hour and a half) and the drive back (X2) I plotted the book I just started writing...

Since Unholy Promises, Book III of The Chronicles of Surrender (Otherwise known as Lord Fyre's Story) is about complete...[rough ending that I'm working through...want to have it done by next Friday however, after an email chat with my editor...may sit and think about the ending a bit more...no rush...as long as I have in it by mid-July I think we'll all be happy...]

I started Book IV-Hallowed Screams, but then about 5K words into the project Doctor Psycho, yes we met him in bits in both Books I and II, tapped me on the cerebral shoulder and demanded that I pay attention...so I took notes... 10K words worth of notes...and titled the story Vow of Silence. So, now, Book IV may become Book V and vice versa... the characters in my head are currently argueing about who gets my attention later tonight when I actually have time to write...

For those of you new to this blog Doctor Psycho is the saner member of the Lewd Larry's cast living inside my head...and sometimes he even agrees to get along with the others...but, as a retired psychologist has a lot to say...the only time I really get annoyed is when he starts analyzing me:)

And if you've been on vaca...Sacred Revelations, Book II of The Chronicles of Surrender is now available.

In Case You Wondered...

In Sacred Revelations there is a chapter devoted to Folsom Street Fair, and although I've been told I did a nice job describing the sights, sounds, and emo ... I was thrilled when I learned Twisted Monk had actually posted video at You Tube! So just in case you were wondering what you missed...view, enjoy, drool (oh, that would be me;)... and then please, tell me how my scene compared!!



Buy Sacred Revelations today ... $6.20 ...available in many formats including PDF.

Editted by Roxy Harte:
Thank you Tempest Knight for reminding me that some systems will block embedded files... fou you I am providing the URL because this really is too good to miss:)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=whGa56kfFZk

Happier Men

According to FOX News a recent scientific survey...which I found thanks to Graydancer ... BDSM leads to healthier, happier lives for men (and women)...perhaps because they are more open and secure about pursuing the fulfillment of their sexual needs...do I hear a HOZZAH!

See, I'm not a deviant...I'm well adjusted...just ask Sir Hotness:) who proved earlier today that several otherwise impossible positions are indeed possible if done in an extremely warm, bubbling jacuzzi ... mmm ...have I mentioned I like water bondage? A LOT!

I actually incorporated a water bondage scene (okay, two) into Sacred Revelations just because it's so much fun (however, this is a disclaimer, make sure at least one of you, ie the one in charge of the rope, is well versed in bondage before you try anything really crazy like adding water to the excitement)

Have Fun, PLay Safe
Hugs
Roxy

Just Erotic Romance Reviews

Title: A Chronicle of Surrender: Sacred Revelations
Author: Roxy Harte
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
Publisher URL: lsbooks.com
ISBN: 1-59578-326- 1
Reviewer: Suni Farrar

Rating: 4/5 Stars
Heat level: H

Celia loves her current Master, Garrett Lawrence. However, she does not feel that he can help her complete her journey of self-discovery. Thomas Stephanopolis, better known as Lord Fyre, does not know the meaning of the word boundary. He plans to take Celia places that no one could. She just hoped that Garrett still loved her when it was over.

When I began reading A Chronicle of Surrender: Sacred Revelations I thought, I'm in way over my head. With the exception of one or two authors my experience with BDSM novels bordered on vanilla. The novel shocked and horrified before I reached page ten. I just knew the story was not going to sit well on my stomach and then Ms. Harte proved me wrong. She convinced me through her emotionally and spiritually complicated characters. Making my way through Celia's life was like playing a game of red light green light. I never knew what would be revealed next. It was no wonder bondage became her coping mechanism. As for Garrett and Thomas, I did not get all of their stories, but what was revealed was powerful. Garrett intrigued me; if he were real, I would consider giving him a tumble. However, Thomas could forget it. The man was too much for me. In addition, if you are not seriously into BDSM, he should not be your first introduction. Believe me when I say, you have to be strong if you plan to tangle with A Chronicle of Surrender: Sacred Revelations. Yet, I say without pause that it was worth the struggle. Once I adjusted myself to the theme and the characters became more real, I could not put the story down. The extremely steamy sex scenes were an added bonus. My mind was already stimulated; the sex got my other juices flowing. The story could easily rate higher, but for me reading this tale was not about sex. It was about healing. Ms. Harte wrote a fine novel. One I would gladly recommend.

Note from Sir Hotness...
FYI...June is Gay Pride Month, recognizing Gays, Lesbians, Bisexuals, and Transgenders

Writing Avoidance

Writer's Avoidance...otherwise known as look how I spent my evening at YouTube.com...

hmmmmmm...

uhhhhh...

and my lesson learned from an evening prowling youtube?
yeah, make sure what time the kids are coming home exactly...

Guest Author

I guest authored at Yahoo Group TTABBB (The Truth About Books, Big Hair, and Babe)
today and among their most challenging questions was...

If I could invite 5 people living or dead to dinner who would they be?

Answer:
1.Mark Twain, I heard he was quite the naughty old codger
2.Johnny Depp, of course I'd have to try to seduce him
3.Julia Butterfly Hill, activist, she was isolated for a year sitting on top of a Redwood...that makes her interesting in my book
4.Paul David Hewson aka Bono of U2, he's outspoken, opinionated, and a philanthropist...in addition to sexy and intelligent;)
5.My own Sir Hotness, because I couldn't imagine not sharing the evening above without his charm and wit for accompaniment...

However, should the above not be available...my backup choices would be:
Hilary Clinton, Madonna, Cher, and Jane Fonda...
all amazing, strong, opinionated women
Let it also be known that Sir Hotness #1 choice for dinner companion was Einstein...yes he really is a Science nerd through and through...but I love him anyway

Sacred Revelations Review

This is what Claire of Two Lips Reviews had to say about Sacred Revelations...

condensed review...
"...Wow! The second book in Roxy Harte’s Chronicle of Surrender series is just as potently intense as the first. Unique and powerfully erotic in every sense of the word, Sacred Revelations provides an intense reading experience. I was on the edge of my seat from the first page, alternating between being concerned for Celia and being aroused right along with her. The author’s skill with first-person storytelling shines in this beautiful novel of finding who you really are at the hands of another. Garett and Lord Fyre are very different men, but it’s easy to see why Celia is drawn to both of them. While the heavy BDSM nature of this book may not be to every reader’s liking, those who enjoy BDSM themes that don’t shy away from the sometimes brutal nature of the lifestyle will relish every word."

See the entire review here;)
Rating: Five Lips

Tonight we are celebrating my first review with Blowjob Shooters...yeah, yeah, make a joke now...just wait until you taste this!

Blow Job Shooter:

The correct way to shoot a Blow Job is to place your hands behind your back, pick the glass up with your mouth, tilt your head back and drink.

INGREDIENTS:
1/4 oz Bailey's Irish cream liqueur
1/2 oz Amaretto almond liqueur
whipped cream

PREPARATION:
Pour the liqueurs into a shot glass.
Top with whipped cream.

More from "Personal Ads" by Roxy Harte

Lila is posting her "Personal Ad" story and has turned it into an every Friday post, I agreed to do one too. Last Friday began "Personal Ads" this is a continuation from where it stopped...

Personal Ads by Roxy Harte
Pt 1
Pt 2 starts here.
I am still reading personal ads an hour later. One hundred and twenty-two ads to be exact, although only fifty-four were straight men not part of a couple in any way, shape, or form. I cringe over the twenty two married men sneaking around and shiver over the twelve couples seeking a playmate. Of the fifty-four straight men ads half are repulsive, leaving twenty seven maybes, not that I will ever dare date one of them…I couldn’t—that would definitely be dangerous. However, for fantasy fodder, yeah…I circle them.

When my phone rings, I see it as a much needed break from my obvious new addiction and answer on the second ring not realizing that it is my ex-husband until it is too late.

Eddie.

I sigh, covering the phone, and try to remember how to breathe as my heart tries to make a run for it through my sternum. My brain yells, hang up! My mouth demands, “What do you want?”

“A truce.”

“A truce?”

“I miss you baby. The last time I saw you, we agreed to remain friends. Friends talk to each other, share a laugh, hang out together.”

“Edward Bucchanan, I am not hanging out with you. It is all I can do to remain civil and not hang up on your ass.”

“Sweetie, I get it, you’re still mad about that whole lapse of judgment.”

“You fucked a strange woman in our bed! That is not a lapse in judgment…that was pure evil. My god, you could have at least gotten a hotel room! Go to hell, Eddie!”

I slam the phone back into the receiver and thank God for my vibrator. Clutching my chest, I let it hurt. I dredge up all the anger and pain and betrayal, embracing it because it makes me remember why I am never getting involved with another man again. I shoot the Personal Ads a hateful glance, telling myself that even Rhett is probably cheating on someone.

A quick glance at the clock reminds me that it’s not too late to join the blue-haired old ladies separating hosta. The phone rings again. I ignore it, knowing it is Eddie. Part of me wants to hear his voice, ask him if he’s okay…the other part of me wants to take a ball bat to his knee caps and a steak knife to his lying, cheating dick. Damn it, it was such a great dick too. Long, thick, heavy veined…oh my God, I am not thinking about his penis! Yes, yes I am. I miss Eddie’s penis. “Fuck you, Eddie, and your damned penis, too!”

The phone keeps ringing. I answer on the fifteenth ring, “What?!”

“I need to see you, baby. Have dinner with me? Just dinner. I want to have a conversation with you.”

“This is such a bad idea, Eddie. I’m really mad at you.”

“I know, baby. You should be mad at me. You should hate my stinking guts. I just really hope you’ll agree to meet me for dinner.”

* * * * *

I blame it as a moment of weakness. I blame it on the vision of his beautiful, perfect penis, dancing in my head…that and the fact that I hadn’t had really good sex since leaving Eddie. Our marriage wasn’t the best, but the one thing we did do well together was fuck. Maybe that’s why I agree to dinner…as a plan to get even with him for taking away the best fuck of my life.

I have a fool-proof plan, my only concern is which one of us is the fool. I am going to go out to dinner with him dressed to entice. I get giddy preparing for my evening, preparing to hit every single one of his hot spots and then some.

Knowing how much he used to love my perfume, Rapture by Victoria Secret, I bathe in it, literally…shower gel, lotion, perfume—it will drive him insane. I pull on a low cut, tight fitting knit top with just an edge of lace sticking above the neckline to both shadow and emphasize my girls, D-cup and nicely tanned. Eddie really likes my breasts. He is really going to like this top, just enough cleavage to make him crazy with the need to touch but I’m not stopping there. He’s also a leg and foot fetish kind of guy, so short skirt, bare legs, and four inch sandals should really get his motor running.

Hearing the door bell, I take a final glance in the mirror. Flash of cleavage, long tan legs, French Pedicure peeking out from the leather straps of my sandals. I blow myself a kiss, wishing me luck, and lift my face with glowing confidence. “Eddie Buchannan, you don’t have a chance against this.”

Okay, Okay, I get it!

It took a swift kick in the pants to get me motivated but thanks to Xandra, I'm writing again...
3500 new words on a new story...whew hoo!

Also, Lila has challenged me to a writing duel...check back Friday for details...

Darragha was nice enough to read my cards and basically said think my next writing project through completely...think, think, think...and great things will come of it. Since my head is pounding, I think I've done enough thinking for the day:)

And Mars...yes the planet...did anyone see mars tonight? OMG! Brilliant red and pretty as a picture outside my front door! It seemed almost touchable it was so close!

Ohoh! And tomorrow...the day I've been waiting for! Pirates! Whew hoo! Johnny, and Orlando, and Keira...need I say more?

Booze Recipe Delayed Due To Grandchildren Invasion

I'm exhausted...my beautiful, wonderful grandbabies (age 1 and 3) showed up Friday a.m.
Their momma, my wonderful, beautiful daughter reclaimed them last night at eleven p.m.

Thus no promised cocktail recipe on the blog, my apologies...

However, it is still the weekend...and after yesterday, every muscle in my body hurts, so I'm getting started early... this one has what I already have stocked in the bar closet (always a plus on Sunday) And if using Apricot Brandy goes surprisingly well with Quiche ... ENJOY!

Between The Sheets

Between the Sheets is an interestingly complex cocktail that is also referred to as a Maiden's Prayer. Try substituting either apricot brandy or peach schnapps for the brandy for a fruitier flavor.

INGREDIENTS:
3/4 oz brandy
3/4 oz light rum
3/4 oz triple sec
1/2 oz lemon juice
lemon twist for garnish

PREPARATION:
Pour the ingredients into a cocktail shaker with ice cubes.
Shake well.
Strain into a chilled cocktail glass.
Garnish with the lemon twist.

Something Different

I don't know who started it...maybe TA...but now Lila's doing it...and now that her Forbidden has seen print...she's my new hero...and I'm stalking her...and yeah, copying her idea...although it wasn't an original idea...just a borrowed idea...to share a story as it's written...maybe a few pages every Friday...kind of a TGIF pre-party...but make sure you come back because later there will be another alcoholic beverage recipe for livening up the weekend:)

Personal Ad
by Roxy Harte

I hate Saturday mornings. Never one to sleep in, waking at six-thirty in the morning to have absolutely nothing to do seems ridiculous, but then that is only part of it. I hate Saturday mornings because I wake up by myself, and lonely, the sunrise a cruel reminder that I spent yet another Friday night alone with my vibrator.

Sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee, I flip through the Entertainment section of yesterday’s paper, trying to find something to fill my day. My bright, cheery tablecloth printed with sprays of red cherries mocks me. Single. The matching café curtains join the fun. Thirty-four. I glance benignly at the bright red toaster, sitting across from me on the counter top, daring it to say a word. Thankfully, it remains silent.

I turn the page to Saturday Happenings and find a list of all the things I don’t want to do today…Pretzel Festival in the neighboring small town of Hamburg, Kite-flying contest at the Metro Park, and a meeting of The Botanical Society at the Harding Mansion…I do however weigh each option with two seconds serious thought. The festival will be wall to wall giggling couples, the contest will be a chaotic frenzy of smiling families which is slightly worse than giggling couples because small children and the occasional barking dog will be involved, and the meeting of blue haired ladies to discuss the best separation techniques of hostas barely even registered a raised eyebrow until I realized that there would be: a.) no happy couples, b.) no children, and c.) I will be the youngest single woman there and if that doesn’t make me feel better, nothing will.

I am swallowing the last of my coffee, ready to face an exciting day uptown with the little old ladies of Belleville when my eyes land on a classified ad: 6’4”, blond hair, blue eyes, incredible physique. If you have dreamed of being whisked up the staircase like Scarlett O’Hara, then I’m the Rhett you’ve been looking for.

Snorting, I promptly choke myself on that last swallow but I’m hooked, thinking for a moment, is there really a guy out there who would still actually carry a girl up a staircase? Shaking my head, I realize I’m smiling. Crazy. I’m curious about this six foot four, blond-haired, blue-eyed, Rhett Butler wannabe. I’m not calling the advertised phone number but I’m curious, and yeah, starting to feel the teasing edge of arousal starting between my legs. Boy, I really need sex, real sex, not vibrator sex...

Curiousity and horniness leads me to the next ad…
SM seeks SF to spend quality time and fulfill fantasies with. If you’re looking for a spine-tingling, toe-curling rendezvous with no strings attached, I’m your man. Since I'm married and I don't care if you are married or not, secret meetings are required.

Okay, so far Rhett is winning by a landslide. I keep reading…

BDSM Couple seeks SF for light play, mutual friendship, and some housework.

I blink twice over the word housework and three times over the word couple, but the entire ad sends me to my laptop to google BDSM. Clicking the first search result my head tilts, realizing the B is for bondage, and D, I assume, for dominance, not because the bound, gagged, very naked girl on my screen told me but because the flashing button that reads CLICK HERE TO BE DOMINATED didn’t force me to be a brain surgeon to figure it out.

Fearing spy-ware that will leave my computer puking porn-ads if I stay on the site too long, I can’t turn my computer off fast enough. God, I hope my firewall is working.

Vowing to have my computer geek neighbor check it out later, I go back to the table to seek safer entertainment in the personals, hoping to find more Rhett’s and fewer couples wanting to trade spankings for maid services. I pity the one who answers that ad and wonder how many already answered Rhett's ad... blond, and blue eyes, and six feet four inches of man. Does height equate to length in other areas?

I realize I'm still smiling. Smiling because I'm thinking about the length of a total stranger's dick and the question, would he carry me up a flight of stairs before leading me to discover the answer to the question of how height relates to length. Mmmmm. Would it be too risque to read the personal ads with the accompaniment of my vibrator?

Excerpt Ends Here

So this is the beginning of a short story that I had planned to join together with my cohort in crime...

Don't Tell Your Lover

Having survived the BIG RELEASE DATE of Sacred Revelations, I was surfing the web this morning and according to AOL today...which I have here in YELLOW...

Four Things Never to Tell Your Lover

(My thoughts are in PINK)

Whether it's your third date or you've been married for 30 years, there are some things you should never tell your partner. Why? It's hurtful!
(But then again, don't they NEED TO KNOW THE TRUTH? I mean, if he has a little dick, and women have lied to him his whole life about it being bigger than average...shouldn't he be told that, "No, it's just average...")

Sometimes you can best show your love by keeping your mouth shut. There are four specific times when it's best to not say what you're thinking. In other words, bite your tongue ...

1. Reminiscing about an ex during a special moment
example: You're cuddled up watching the fire slowly burn out while the snowflakes fall gently from the sky. You turn to him in the glowing firelight and say, "This reminds me of the time Bryan and I were skiing in Colorado." As Cox warns, "Come on -- he knows you've been around the block, spare him the addresses."

(On this one I actually agree...I have to admit I really don't think anyone wants to hear that what they are doing or where you are doing it reminds you of someone else. Unless a breakup is in the near future because you found out he really is screwing your best friend...and then, by all means...reminisce! Let him know that the ex really did have a big ass dick and wow did he really show you that he actually knew how to use it when he took you skiing in Colorado...so much so that no actual skiing took place because you just stayed naked the whole trip!)

2. Betraying each other's secrets

There is one sacred rule about pillow talk: It is never ever to be repeated, to anyone. This is especially true when one of you divulges anything derogatory about friends or colleagues or makes those intimate, highly embarrassing childhood confessions. So when you meet her boss, don't say, "Jen is right. You really do look like that woman on 'Ugly Betty.'"

(This is especially true if you know intimate details about who tied your colleague to the St Andrew's Cross and made him squeal like a girl...*grin*)

3. Criticizing when your honey is trying his or her best

So he doesn't fold the laundry just so. And she doesn't do the yard work with the same meticulous attention to detail as you. Get over it. When your partner is truly trying his or her best to do a job, especially if it's an opportunity to help out in a new way that gives you a break, don't criticize.
(Okay...sometimes their best just isn't good enough and their fingers, tongue...whatever...just isn't doing it. So in that moment I honestly believe it is in everyone's best interest to show them the way you want it...and don't think of it as criticism, think of it as instruction...)

4. Constantly apologizing

Women especially tend to apologize -- a lot. Some might even say it's too much. "Women seem to have far too many polite genes. He knocks a cup of coffee out of your hands, and you're the one who apologizes,"

(Please! STOP APOLOGIZING!) Unless you left a way bigger welt than you intended and future play is at risk, no apologies are necesary.

Blogging Today at Liquid Silver Books

Hey there! We're celebrating the release of Sacred Revelations over at LSB and today, I'm blogging there...so come oon over, the party is just starting! And...because I love celebrations and because I love my readers...I am having a contest!!

To enter the contest:

1. Comment here that you are entering and then wander over to Sexpressions, the Liquid Silver Authors Blog.

2. Comment there about what intrigues you most in Chapter One of Sacred Revelations (the link is there)

There will be two winners today.

One winner for the best comment on intrigue and One winner who is the first to email me that they purchased Sacred Revelations today (must email me a copy of the receipt)...

What will you win?

A copy of Unholy Promises, Book III of the Chronicles of Surrender...aka Lord Fyre's Story.

It is also my privilage to announce that ROSEMARY is the winner of the last contest having become the very first person to buy a copy of Sacred Revelations! Congratulations Rosemary!

Sacred Revelations BUY IT Link!

Dear Readers,

Whew hoo! Sacred Revelations is available!

There's even the first chapter available to tease you with...oh those naughty Liquid Silver Publishers...I should flog them for sharing sooo much...Chapter One, in its entirety...but will it be enough to satisfy you? Or will you need the whole book!

P.S.
Remember the Contest?

Hugs
Roxy

The Prisoner

Okay, so it's Friday...do I hear an alleluia?

Anyway...alcohol is definitely in order...

Recently, we celebrated Sir Hotness birthday ... and what's the perfect gift for not only the guy who already has everything but also the guy I haven't known long enough to know what he would want (yeah, yeah...I know, I married him after dating him 3 months...I should already know everything)

Anyway long story short... he loves wine ... he also knows everything there is to know about wine...like especially how to describe the taste ... jammy, spicy, leggy, complex ... me, I'll tell you if it tastes like chocolate, medicine-y, or dirty ... although the Pinot Noir we drank with dinner was kind of fruity and tart ... he would say it has violet and strawberry notes with an elegant finish...I love that about him:)

and the Pinot Noir, yeah, it was yummy too...

So for his birthday I snuck off to a wine shop with a hundred in my hand planning on asking for assistance and getting the best wine money could buy (or at least my hundred dollar bill)... then the wine seller, female, who was too snooty to give moi the time of day ...except to direct me to the less than ten dollar a bottle Red Truck ... (yeah I like Red Truck...it's good for a dinner at home night) ... but she was all snooty about it and walked away in her four inch leopard print heels (cute shoes...I didn't tell her that)

So I was otherwise left alone in my gold sequined flip flops to cruise the aisles...

I bought a bottle by the label and prayed it was good...just because I love a man in chains:)

The Prisoner from Orin Swift Cellars 2005

The shelf tag described it as...

A fruit forward, ripe berry blend that consists of:

48% Zinfandel

26% Cabernet Sauvignon

14% Syrah

10% Petite Sirah

2% Charbono

The chained man on the label sold me more than the tag... and he doesn't mind blends:)

At the counter it rang up $40.

Not as much as I planned to spend but I refused to ask the lady in leopard print shoes after being snubbed by her... and besides, I wanted to try The Prisoner ...

If you like red blends, you should give it a try ... I highly recommend it

The Stranger

Sometimes I just have to share good advice...even if I wasn't the one who wrote it:

Read this weeks column at The Stranger

Tag, I'm it!

Lisa Andel Tagged me with a Meme...

So here's eight things about myself:
1. I'm a second degree blackbelt in Okinawan Shorin-ryu and I owned and operated a Martial Arts school that averaged 250 students for almost twelve years... I retired in 2002.
2. I'm a real estate agent, although I really, really want to be a FULL-TIME author, so please buy Sacred Revelations...it comes out Tuesday from LSB!!
3. I read tarot, scrye, and love to find magic in my day to day...
4. I teach yoga (and also Reiki) part-time.
5. I meditate twice a day.
6. I love dogs and cats...and usually don't mind too much if strays follow me home. Currently sharing my life are Petey, a five old mutt;Blackie, our eleven year old cat who takes me for walks; and Kitten, obviously the baby. Kitten started out life as Belle, then after two weeks of living with us and still fairly feral, she became Nala, now, after a year, we call her Kitten for nice and Demon Cat the other 99.9% of the time.
7. I have three daughters and two grand-daughters.
8. I met my husband at the Ohio Rennaisance Festival where I was ale-wenching at the time and I married him three months later.

So here's who I tagged :)
Xandra Gregory -http://www.xandragregory.com
Michelle Hoppe- http://experiencetheunexpected.blogspot.com/
Kate Willoughby - http://katewilloughby.blogspot.com/
Darragha Foster - http://darraghafoster.blogspot.com/
Keira Ramsey - http://musingsfromtheblondeside.wordpress.com/
Tina Holland - http://thenaughtydutchgirl.blogspot.com/
Laura Bacchi - http://laurabacchi.blogspot.com/
Rusty Wicks - http://rustywicks.blogspot.com/

THE RULES:Here are the rules according to whomever likes to makeup rules (not me):
1. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
2. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
3. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. (All's fair in Lurv and bloggin')
4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

also, btw, there where several authors who I thought I might TAG...but found they had no BLOG...at least not a FINDABLE BLOG...so...I think they deserve a good flogging for not contributing to the World of Blogs! Shame on you:
Lila Dubois
Robin Danner

Release Date

Yeah! Sacred Revelations has a RELEASE DATE!

Mark Your Calendars!
Because we are also having a contest!!

May 15

The first blog reader who emails me a copy of their receipt for their Sacred Revelations purchase will win a copy of Book3: Unholy Promises!! Now that's a real deal! Two Hot Reads for the Price of One!

Here's the Back Cover Blurb:

Even though her Master, Garrett Lawrence, has agreed to take her back, Celia Brentwood finds herself mesmerized by his best friend and fellow dominant Thomas Stephanopolis, also known as Lord Fyre.
Determined to find her darkness, Celia sets off on an erotic journey—a journey that finds her at Lord Fyre’s mercy for ninety days. Certain that Lord Fyre will help her face her basest needs, Celia doesn’t consider that at the end of their time together, she will not be the same Kitten her Master knows. Nor does she realize that, in finding her darkness, she stands to lose everything…

Molten Silver: M/M, M/F, M/M/F, Group Sex, Bondage, Water Bondage, BDSM Themes

Something Has To Change

Today I was distracted and distressed all day...I thought it was because I lost a $600,000 Real Estate deal over the weekend, or maybe the pergola we're planning to build out back just blew my neurotransmitters, or maybe it was a million other details...I know when Sir Hotness asked me a dozen times today if I was okay, I nodded, "Yeah, okay, I'm fine."

But the truth is...
And I know any minute I'll type something that will piss somebody off...

Here we go...
This morning on NPR radio, they mentioned Greensburg, Kansas...and if you haven't heard about what happened on Friday...just watch the video I found on the Weather Channels website...
Here's my problem:
(photo: what used to be Greensburg)
A tornado LEVELED an entire town on Friday and the town has not received any government assistance. According to the talk I heard on NPR radio our National Guard (yeah, those guys who volunteer believing they are signing on to help our country in times of National disaster...) are tied up in Iraq, as are their big trucks (so no supplies coming from there) as are the big emergency tents (so any survivers won't have shelter.)

I am so pissed off about this I can't see straight. I can't even communicate about it with verging on hysteria...so I've kept my mouth shut all day.

Is anyone paying attention out there?

If anything REALLY SERIOUS happens in this country (not that Greensburg isn't serious because my god, yeah, a town was LEVELED) but we as a people are shit out of luck because the people who are supposed to be helping us are stuck in Iraq, not helping, not because they don't want to help...but because they can't.

And that's not all...
I searched using "Kansas" and "tornado" seeking more info this a.m. and came up with nothing. I had to go to the weather channel to find out anything (they found a survivor today)

I searched using "naked" and "mexicans" and I found art.

It seems even Naked Mexicans trump Dead Americans.

And please don't misconstrue that I don't like Mexicans or Iraqians because of this post...I love everybody...I'm just soooooooooo sad because people died in Kansas, people are missing, homes are lost, an entire town gone... and there isn't a damn thing I can do to change the horrible autrosity that is Iraq and the fact that our men are there instead of here.

This is a peek at the tornado, photograppher unknown:

My thoughts and prayers are with the survivors of Greensburg tonight.

Not Quite Masturbation

Can we please send some horney women to Japan?
Due to lack of sexual interest on the part of Japanese women...
the men are in crisis...
and...
resorting to Air Sex...
not quite the next best thing to being there...

Spank Yourself Already!

Okay, not to sound bitchy, but I was having a conversation with my critique partner, Xandra, the other day and the subject came up that I keep getting emails from writers wanting to know if this "sounds" BDSM enough...because they have never done anything even remotely non-vanilla and they need guidance because they are writing the great BDSM novel...

Xandra said to send them to the book, Screw the Roses, Send Me The Thorns...a classic BDSM how-to book for beginners that I actually have on my very own BDSM Research shelf...that way, I wouldn't be giving out info to make their writing job easy...ie NO RESEARCH...

Now, maybe I shouldn't call it a pet-peeve that people want the easy answers and yes, I should be flattered that someone actually trusts and values my opinion...and really, I wouldn't expect someone writing a murder mystery to actually go kill someone for the experience, but I would expect them to do some research...like what size cleaver does it take to cleanly slice through the neck severing the head from the body?

So, is it really asking too much for these very vanilla BDSM Erotica Writers to at least go to a few BDSM sites and read? Or maybe get a belt out of the closet and whack their own ass a couple times for the sensation research?

I know, I'm just one of those sicko pervs who actually likes to be tied up...and have known I was different for a very long time...and now I write about it too... I shouldn't be judgemental of non-kinksters who just want to write an entertaining story and throw in some kink for grins...

I just want them to experience the joy of research...
I mean just the other day, I asked Sir Hotness, "Do you think it's possible to--"

Ah, now that's a story for another day;)

Hmmm...I need a Holiday

Okay, my birthday is past, as is Beltane...

And just when I need a gift-giving holiday!
Not mind you, because I want to give a gift
(although I could) but I'd rather receive a gift...

Wanna see what I want?
Go ahead, you know you want to know...
Take a peek:

Gift 1
Gift 2

And voila...I saw a SALE sign...isn't it nice to save money?

Comment Tags

So, Myspace has had its share of problems...giving me a major headache among other things...my Myspace page is pretty much a blank page because Spammers stole all my pretty pictures and my background...and I know I'm complaining about this a lot...but putting that page together took a lot of time and energy...

Turns out the Spammers Used Comment Tags and other tricks to spread a virus...
and I really really love comments and all of the original comment tags out there...

Anyway, just to blow off some steam, here is a comment tag that won't pass the Myspace censors...so you won't see it there...


Sexy & Romantic glitter graphics from Sexi Luv.com

It's The Weekend...

Okay, So I've waited ALL week for this...ITS THE WEEKEND!
In celebration I am giving you my fav seduction potion...

TIE ME TO THE BEDPOST PUNCH
Equal Shots of:
Southern Comfort
Midori
Peach Schnapps
Vodka
Amaretto
Cranberry Juice
Pineapple Juice

Have fun!!!!
Hugs
Roxy

Twenty Nine Days and Counting

Okay, so May 25th is fast approaching...and I know you know what happens in Twenty-nine days! I'm providing a sneek peak here because if you like me can soooo imagine yourself naked with Johnny...or Keira...or Orlando...you need the fix, because you, like me, have already worn out the DVD's for PC1 and PC2...Enjoy...

Sir Hotness Burned Dinner

I know he'll have to punish me severly when he reads this headline...**giggle**
so in truth, he didn't actually burn dinner, just the rice, which he fairly destroyed...charred black destroyed...and that's difficult to do to rice...unless you get really distracted...

Yes, it's my fault. I was the distraction.
See, I was roaming around the web, checking out lingerie...and every time I'd see something I'd like, I'd hold up the laptop and ask, "Do you like this one?" or "How would I look in this one?"

At some point he tried to convince me I didn't need lingerie...

So anyway, so that it wasn't a wasted window-shopping spree...here's my three favorites...
Exotic Bodywear Crotchless Peek A Boo
Spider Mesh Teddy Bare
Pearl Trim Teddy

So, I'm not sure which one led to the distraction, but just in case Sir Hotness, aka The Cooking God, is not amused by everyone finding out that he burned the rice...I sure hope Xandra is reading this because I need to know where to get one of those foot shaped wooden nail file gizmos that I saw at your house...ya'know...in anticipation...just in case he wants to maybe punish me later...

Today Jolie Cain made my day with the comment she left me and although I am not really deserving of the comparison, I especially liked being compared to Natalie Maine, who stood up under amazing pressure and taught us all a lesson about what it's really like to have the freedom of speech in this country. If you haven't rented (or bought) Shut Up And Sing ... you owe it to yourself to do so.

So the eye candy is awesome...I scrolled through my own page a couple of times just to drool...

In other news, I was kind of psyched about the discovery of a new planet...
...until I did the math on how long it would take to get there on our fastest space craft to date...roughly 325,000 years!
...and according to one scientist, a person here weighing 150 pounds would weigh 250 pounds there because of the difference in gravity...but that same scientist said the view from the new planet would be amazing...Call me crazy but I am not doubling my weight to see the great view!

Today, I finished all of the rewrites for Sacred Revelations and sent it back to the editor... Yeah for me!

And finally, there are some absolutely awesome how-to videos on rope tying by TwistedMonk.com over at youtube.com...eleven when I visited today, from the very basic two column tie (joining two wrists or two ankles or one wrist to one ankle...) to the more complicated hog-tie. Seriously, although everyone has their clothes on, the videos are an awesome instructional tool(as in how to do it the right way so nobody gets hurt). And I can tell you from the one time experience of being hogtied the wrong way...if you want played with a second time, learn to do it the right way...because you may not get a second chance. I've embedded the hogtie video just so you can take a peak at how it should be done, although it takes the skills taught in the two earlier videos to actually put it all together. Hope you enjoy!

Wiccans Win Lawsuit Against Military

Updated:2007-04-24 03:44:25
Wiccans Settle Military Grave Lawsuit
By SCOTT BAUER
AP
MADISON, Wis. (April 24) - The Wiccan pentacle has been added to the list of emblems allowed in national cemeteries and on goverment-issued headstones of fallen soldiers, according to a settlement announced Monday. A settlement between the U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs and Wiccans adds the five-pointed star to the list of "emblems of belief" allowed on VA grave markers. Eleven families nationwide are waiting for grave markers with the pentacle, said Selena Fox, a Wiccan high priestess with Circle Sanctuary in Barneveld, Wis., a plaintiff in the lawsuit. The settlement calls for the pentacle, whose five points represent earth, air, fire, water and spirit, to be placed on grave markers within 14 days for those who have pending requests with the VA.

The pentacle has been added to 38 symbols the VA already permits on gravestones. They include commonly recognized symbols for Christianity, Buddhism, Islam and Judaism, as well as those for smaller religions such as Sufism Reoriented, Eckiankar and the Japanese faith Seicho-No-Ie. "This settlement has forced the Bush Administration into acknowledging that there are no second class religions in America, including among our nation's veterans," said the Rev. Barry W. Lynn, director of Americans United for Separation of Church and State, which represented the Wiccans in the lawsuit.

I Am Not Anti Military

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Isn't Enough Enough?

You know, I try not to be too political on my page...because I write erotica, and erotica is fun, exciting, kinda like real sex but not as messy (I mean I guess you could have non-messy sex but could that really be as much fun as messy sex????? **sorry**tangent**

Anyway, today, I received very distressing news, while I was in the middle of watching Bobby with Beautiful Girl...

The distressing news is this...
I have some friends from my past life, that time when I was married to the ex, and as the ex he got to keep all of the Church-Going-Friends and I got to keep all of the New Age Mostly Pagans who he didn't approve of anyway...but that's another rant...

Anyway, back to the friends from my past life, wonderful couple, Baby-Maker and CopBoy, who attend church every time the doors are open, volunteer rampantly, are amazing wonderful people in the midst of a wonderful crazy life, raising six children, the last time I saw them but Beautiful Girl thinks they had another baby or two since then...

They just received word that CopBoy is being sent to Iraq ... tomorrow.

My response was, "What the FUCK? CopBoy can't go to Iraq he has six children!"
Beautiful Girl answered, "Oh, I know, eight I think, and they said at church yesterday that he's leaving and there's no stopping it because everyone else has been shipped out. Did you know that's he's a policeman in real life, not a soldier, just a reservist.?"

I responded, "He has six babies! Eight, whatever! He can't go..."

Then I asked, "Why is anyone going?"
"Why are we still in Iraq?"
"Is this insane that we are still fighting a war that no one is paying attention to?"

I remember watching the nightly news with my Dad every night when Vietnam was going on...not because he was a patriot, or a supporter of the war, but because he was a passifist, and an avid protester of the war, and wanted to be reminded about what he was protesting about. Then, even in the last days of the war, there was film footage showing the war In Action and Everyone paid attention.

After the news we'd sit and make Anti-War Posters.

You know...
"Make Love, Not War"
"Flower Power"

My brother's bag was packed for Canada, just in case his number came up...My Dad would fill the house with the smoke of incense and meditate on World Peace for hours...That was the atmosphere I grew up in.

So I'm ashamed to say that I haven't created one protest poster against Iraq, and to be honest, for a few weeks folowing 9-11, I was in shock, along with the rest of the nation, so I wasn't so opposed to the idea of getting even...but then the truth started coming out...and I just got mad that our President lied.

But, I still didn't protest...
Now, I'm starting to wonder, and maybe it's only because this lovely couple with six (or eight) children are having their family rippped to pieces by the President's lies...

When do I start protesting?
How do I start?
Would anyone even come to a Peace rally if I staged one?

I wish my Dad was still alive to lead the way, because I really don't know where to begin...but I will begin...and this is today's feeble effort...this blog.

I joined CodePink...
Maybe you will too.

Birthday's Are Such Fun!

Mmmm....Presents, cake, HOT WAX...what more could a girl ask for?,
Ohhhhh, the birthday wishes from all my friends were A-Mazing!!

Of course, there always has to be that ha-ha b-d-wisher who goes over the top and absolutely has to remind you in no uncertain terms that you are OLD...
Take my friend from the LSBooks Forum, Kayelle...

To Roxy...From Kayelle Allen
You know, my series of books have all been in the Tarthian Empire, and I regularly fly there. It's expensive, but it's research so I take it off my taxes. Anyway, since it was your birthday, I picked up a selection of insulting birthday cards that younger Kin males might send to older ones...(they're feline -- so kind of 'catty' if you know what I mean)

I'm not saying you're old. It's just that your fangs and claws aren't as sharp as they used to be.
Of course, neither is your mind...

When I grow up, I want to live a long life, just like you.
Uh, ok, maybe not *that* long...

What's the difference between an old Kin male and a young one?
An old one has to get up all night. A young one *is* up all night. *wink*

Just because your furskin's falling out and your fangs are getting loose, that doesn't mean you're old.

Oh, wait. Yes it does.

Mowr anodahkah te ahmee!
Happy Birthday, my friend!



_________________

Birthday Weekend

My birthday is Sunday...and I've always been a big fan of buying my own present...so I always made sure I got exactly what I wanted...yeah, I used the single mom excuse...I bought the gifts, gave them to my kids to "wrap" and then on the big day they would give them to mommy...

Although sixteen years ago I received the best birthday present ever...my youngest daughter, Beautiful Girl, was born on my birthday;)

Yesterday, I offered to take Beautiful Girl shopping so that she could "buy" my present...she said, "I already got your present."

My brain went...Brake...Screech...Crash

"Huh? You already got my present? How? When? Where? Why?"

The answer to all of the above was Sir Hotness...
which is a WOW in and of itself

Then, I realized OMG I have a husband this year...I might actually get a present from a man! I can't even tell you when was the last time I ever got a birthday gift from a guy...hmmm...I remember flowers from a guy in college when I was eighteen...and a cake when I was twenty-four from the now ex-husband (I think that was the only birthday gift I got from him...)

Yeah, now I remember why I started buying my own presents...
and I had such good presents picked out for myself this year, too...

Oooooh, I wonder what I'm getting for my birthday?????????????????

So How Evil Can I Be?

I am unimpressed.
Someone hacked my Myspace.

So if someone messes with you first and then in retaliation, you say like, get a little voodoo on their ass...how much comes back? And is it worth it?

I'll say this first, I'm going to be good.
Because even though someone totally hacked my Myspace page...they are too low beneath me to even retaliate against. Only someone with a small mind would be so mean spirited as to strip out someone's private space.

So that said, that I am going to be good, actually, very, very good...because my belief is strong that the intention they had in mind to do such a thing to me, will come back to them in intention threefold...so as it is, so be it...

Winners Emailed Copies of Sacred Secrets

The winners of the eye colour contest have been emailed and their copies of Sacred Secrets sent by email. If you were a winner and did not receive your copy, please contact me as soon as possible!

BTW
My eyes are blue, blue-grey when I'm happy and blue-green when I'm sad or really mad.
Hugs
Roxy

The Sun Rise

So, I woke up this morning to a beautiful sunrise...
and trust me, after the cold. bleak, grey days we've had of late the sun was a welcome sight! Of course, I couldn't just be happy, lifting my face to collect the warmth...I had to start worrying about the planet and wondering why...after three decades of sitting and thinking about other sources of fuel...we as a nation...and I will use we because it takes many people to embrace change to make it happen on a national or global level...why are we still sitting and thinking?

Have you been to the gas pump lately? Is three dollars a gallon not incentive to start thinking about alternative fuel sources?

Hello!? The sun is free. Wind is free.

Personally, I'm investigating small wind technology because out here in the middle of nowhere...there is wind to spare. Although, Sir Hotness and I are also looking into adding a greenhouse to the side of the house to harvest the additional heat it will generate...passive energy is awesome...

Okay...I'm done...
But if you want to know more:
Green Energy Ohio
US Climate Action Partnership
Ecomagination



Okay, I'm not done...
One more thought...if the students of an Arizona average age 19.5 can come together to make their campus "green" why can't we come together as cities...small towns...subdivisions...single family dwellings?

Anyway, I'm trying to stay off the soapbox, because I can get a little carried away...but I also want to know...does anyone out there besides me think about this stuff?

The Tax Forms Were Mailed Late, Dinner Was On Time

Is it really the middle of April? With this crazy weather who would know for certain?

Today wasn't a stellar day, but I did do one thing I enjoy...
I cooked dinner!
This is exciting news because since saying I Do, I really haven't cooked...Sir Hotness has claimed the kitchen...not that I mind because he is a brilliant cook.
However, today...because doing my taxes was pushed to the side...until the last possible second...he was doing taxes and I hijacked the kitchen stove...

What was on the menu?
Shepherds Pie and Pineapple Upside down Cake...
Sir Hotness even said it was "very good."
Yeah for me!

Who knows, maybe he'll willingly let me share the kitchen sometimes:0

So taxes got done, and mailed...and I'm pretty certain Sir Hotness will be having nightmares about doing them for years to come...
I actually had only one W-2 for $8.00
te rest of my income was spread out over about a dozen 1099MISC ...not too fun...

But at least he went to work with a full belly
And I am going to bed a cntented wife...
So not a stellar day, but a pretty damn perfect day if you ask me.

Contest Winner Announced

Winners to the contest have been selected and will be notified by email today. They won a copy of my e-book Sacred Secrets: Book 1 of The Chronicles of Surrender.
I chose one entrant from the Flog Blog, one from my Myspace, and one from the LSB Link...so congratulations to the winners!

1.) April aka Lady Vampire/Werewolf
2.) Kim W
3.) Beth S

A big THANK YOU to everyone who entered and to everyone who entered but did not win, don't worry, I will be having another contest very soon.
Hugs
Roxy

Blogging at Liquid Silver Today!

Today, I'm blogging at Liquid Silver Books so stop by, say Hi, let me know that you are out there:) I've missed blogging, I've missed my readers and friends!! But now, I'm back!

I'll try to blog some more after while...so check back in...and if you haven't entered the contest...please do...I'm really excited about the release of Sacred Revelations, the sequel of Sacred Secrets and Book 2 of The Chronicles of Surrender.

Also, didn't April Martinez do an awesome cover for me?

I Love Contests!!

Don't you just love contests? I do! And this one is Super easy!!
In anticipation of Sacred Revelations, the sequel to Sacred Secrets upcoming release...I am giving away a copy of Sacred Secrets! So ...here we go...

CONTEST

I have a New Website Design! Check it out for a chance to win a copy of the e-book Sacred Secrets, to be awarded Friday the Thirteenth!

For a chance to win, go to my website, www.roxyharte.com, and then contact me from the website link and tell me what color my eyes are (*hint* found in my Bio)...

Good Luck
Hugs
Roxy

Upddated Webpage

It's been a year since I changed my webpage and so this weekend I got really ambitious . . . and updated its look! I am sooooooooo excited! It's almost as good as New Release Day . . . it's like giving birth!! Oh hell, just click the link and go check it out!!
Hugs
Roxy

It Must Be A Forty-Thing

So what is it about us ladies? I turned forty and got my nose pierced, not because of a mid-life crisis, but because I realized at forty...I didn't need anyone's permission. I define who I am...so why did it take me to reach the Big-40 to get confident?

In the news is forty year old Halle Berry...found interesting:
Berry said she feels more self-assured and confident with her sexuality now than when she was younger. "As I've gotten older, I've become more comfortable with who I really am -- all parts of me -- knowing that my physical self doesn't diminish me in any way, or my talent," she said. . .I'm really happy. I'm in a really good space in my life, and I can honestly say it's not because of any one thing," she said. "It's not because I have a really cute boyfriend. It's not because of my career. It's because I feel good about me." **good enough to date a man ten years her junior...You Go, Girl!

Yeah...she pretty much summed it up.
I wish I could bottle that and give it away for free to every woman out there relying on a man, a career, or how she looks in the mirror today...to feel good about herself.

Me? Yeah, I noticed the grey in my hair is really showing at my roots. . .I even bought hair color to touch up for the Easter pictures I knew would be happening today. Then, I ran out of time and I had my photo taken. . .alot. . .and I do not look twenty-nine anymore, but what I saw in the photos was a strong, confident woman, and I can't say that I ever had a picture taken that I could say that about. It's a nice feeling.

Another woman in the news is 33 year old Alanis Morissette. Not quite forty, she has enough confidence to keep us all going...as is evidenced in this Fergie spoof:


If I wasn't already smiling today...this would have done it for me:)
So tell me if you had a moment when you realized your confidence...

In Celebration Of Found Manuscripts

So, the last few days I've been reworking a manuscript that I thought was lost forever...I wrote it between 1996 and 1998. It is a time-travel with paranormal and historical elements...and is actually the second novel I wrote.

When I first opened it, I planned to just clean it up a bit..punctuation, grammer and such...but I just couldn't leave well enough alone and having now been tweeked by Roxy, it is bolder, more erotic, and has some fairly sinister BDSM moments along with a lighter, playful BDSM moment...

Now, I'm not so sure that I want to release it under a pen name other than Roxy Harte...still waiting on opinions in the comments section...so if you have one...share it soon...

Alternate pen names include: Rona Anderson, Roxanna Heart, or Isabella Randall.

Here's an excerpt from When Lightning Strikes Twice:

“Vacations are supposed to be relaxing.” Jetta Martinelli sighed and huddled deeper into the homespun quilt that wrapped around her shoulders. Ice crystals fanned cheerily across the hand blown glass panes, candles cast a soft glow around the cozy, rustic interior, and a fire crackled merrily in the stacked stone fireplace. It would have made a wonderful photo shoot backdrop for her latest sinfully seductive fashion designs, and she, herself, made a fine portrait of serenity with her waist length blond hair knotted at the base of her neck and secured with red lacquered chopsticks. The simple white kimono, shrouding her lithe frame in flowing silk, only added to the illusion. That is, had she not been pacing the width of the cottage like a caged lioness.
The tour brochures had guaranteed atmosphere.
Atmosphere, she could appreciate, but currently the atmosphere was quite literally falling from the sky…a million metric tons by her calculation. The radio announcer had called it, “the worst blizzard of the century,” just before the automobile she’d rented got stuck in a snow drift, putting an abrupt end to the sightseeing adventure of a lifetime. It was only lucky in that Jetta had been returning to the cabin for additional film at the time and the miscreant snowdrift was just across the moor from her cabin.
Unlucky was the fact that her cell phone had gone dead leaving her with no way of phoning for help and the road she had been driving on was deserted. She assumed because all of the sane people had already tucked themselves in front of a roaring fire with a good book and an even better brandy. An hour had passed, and then another. The novelty of watching the big, fat flakes dance to the ground wore off in the second hour. With dusk quickly approaching and the cabin in view, it had seemed ridiculous to stay in the car; besides, it wasn’t that far to the cabin; and, it didn’t really feel all that cold. The fact that her reasoning had been based entirely from the safety of her car didn’t even vaguely play into the decision to walk to the cabin. Then she trudged through waste deep snow to return to it. That had been six days earlier and she hadn’t been warm since.
Worse, snow continued to fall. She was trapped. However, it wasn’t the storm that had her upset. It wasn’t even the dreadful case of cabin fever that had set up during day three of her captivity. No, it had been a ghost, a spirit, though she hadn’t seen anything, not even a shadow…just a voice. “Come to me.”
Jetta had thought of nothing else since.
The beauty of the quickening twilight, enveloping the moor, drew her attention to the window. She stopped pacing and let out a shaky breath, and tried to still an even shakier hand. An icy breeze blew in through a cracked window sill and lifted the soft tendrils around her face and Jetta mumbled to herself for the umpteenth time just how happy she would be to return to Miami. Closing her eyes, she envisioned home—warm, sultry Miami.
She was losing her mind trapped here in the snow. Intellectually, she knew she’d imagined the voice, but her heart, her gut-instinct knew the voice was real. Worse, she’d only heard it the one time…not that she wanted to hear the voice again, or feel the desperation behind the cry—but it would be confirmation that she wasn’t losing her mind.Jetta shuddered and huddled deeper into the quilt. The chill creeping down her spine having nothing to do with the arctic blast, seeping in through every crack and crevice of the ancient structure, and everything to do with the decision she had to make. Her frustration level mounted with every passing second and she’d already argued with herself for hours.
Coming here was a good idea, I’m glad I came. It’s secluded. Quiet.
It’s too secluded! Too quiet!
I needed time to think things through. I made the right decision. Breaking up with Paul was the right thing to do! He scared me and the men I date have no right to do that.
God, I miss him!
No, no I don’t! How many red flags does it take to say enough is enough? His dominance? His jealousy? His temper?
Jetta sighed and closed her eyes. I made the right decision.
When she opened her eyes again, the view through the window had changed, proving she’d argued with herself long enough. Night had fallen and the day was gone. I will not take him back. With a weary nod, Jetta rested her head against the icy pane. Through slit eyes she watched her breath steam the window and with a shaky finger she drew little hearts in the mist. With the inkling of a smile, Jetta stepped back and eyed her handiwork. She gasped at what she had written under her tidy row of hearts. I MISS YOU. Jetta’s hand flew up to cover her mouth as she faced the truth.
I do miss you, Paul, I won’t lie, but enough is enough and fleeing The States to take this vacation to hide the bruises you gave me is definitely enough! Yes, I admit it, we started out consensually. I like it a little rough, but my god…not that rough!”
Jetta rubbed out the message and saw through the pane that only a light flurry of snow remained falling. Shadows played off the tracks of animals winding through the snow. Rabbits, maybe even a deer. She sighed and focused on her reflection, dark circles played under her eyes. She traced their reflection with her fingers against the damp pane and promised herself she’d at least make the effort to get some sleep.
At least he didn’t follow me here.
He called.
And my phone died. So he’ll think I hung up on him. It’s for the best. I cannot see him ever again!
He called! He said he was sorry.
Exploding sap ended the argument, making her jump. Jetta knew she had to be strong, stand firm with her decision. Slowly she walked over to the fireplace and stared into the flames, a heavy weariness seeping into her bones as she accepted her decision. “God, why did the sex have to be so good? Addictive?

I Have Rejoined The Civilized World!

Yes, after much pleading, poking, and candle lighting, we have INTERNET!!!!!!!!
I feel whole again! I have missed blogging and visiting with my friends so much!!
Life is good again;)
If you haven't heard, Xandra too, has rejoined the civilized world and is connected! Three cheers for Time Warner Cable!
Hip, Hip Hoozah!
Hip, Hip, Hoozah!
Hip, Hip, HOOOOOOOOO-ZAHHHHHHHH!!
I'm so excited, I may have to blog twice a day just to catch up!!

So, here's news from the middle of nowhere...

It snowed all day...not enough to stick to the ground but enough to send all my beautiful perineals into shock...including my roses.

Last night, despite temperatures that dipped below thirty farenheit, my back yard, alas, we like to call it The Prairie, some teenagers decided it was to be their Party Place...I know this because they whooped it up until about 2:30 a.m. (good thing I was otherwise distracted writing, because had I been sleeping, I'd would have had to trudged through the waist high grassland to find them). It was very entertaining to watch them post-party...four of them were giving each other the "walk a straight line" sobriety test in my front yard, the boys both fighting for the keys held in one of the girls grip...thank god she didn't let go, because if either one of the two boys attempted getting behind the wheel I'd have had to pulled on my big girl panties and dealt with them but as it was the girl won (she did a nice Kung Fu Crane pose with a flying front snap kick to win the title of driver...I was impressed) The boys were not impressed and refused to get in the car. I cheered when she drove off without them; however, that wasn't the end of it. No, it couldn't be that easy. Boy 1 decided he was going to moon the girls and so stood in the middle of the road with his pants around his knees, postier doing some kind of white boy can't dance booty bounce...he then promptly fell on his face and laid unmoving in the middle of the road until his little more sober comrad dragged his ass off the asphalt and...yes, you guessed it, back into my front yard.

Life in the country is anything but boring I'm finding out.

Last week, and I'll share this now, because I have tons to catch up on...I heard a weird, very loud, yapping, barking, howling noise...it woke me up...it was two a.m.
So I stumble out of bed to look out the bedroom window at The Prairie and saw six dark shapes cross the field, obviously a pack of something...a very loud something...their yapping, barking, howling went on long enough for me to call Sir Hotness at work to find out what matter of crazed banshee had infiltrated our quiet, country life...
After listening a moment, he identified them. "Coyotes."
I thought he was joking.
"Aren't Coyotes out west? Like in the desert?"
He informed me that, "Coyotes are everywhere."
Of course I had to call Xandra the next morning and she confirmed that, "Yep, we've got 'em too."


(This is a coyote, in case you live in the city like I used to)
CLICK TO LEARN MORE ABOUT COYOTES:)

I don't know if I can take much more quiet, country living...but I do have internet now, so I at least feel like I'm part of the civilized world again...

Lost Writings Found

The big news of the week...works I had in progress, spanning 1996 through 2002, and thought were lost forever-have been found! I was so excited I almost pissed myself.

These are the stories I've laid awake at night thinking about, trying to recover from my brain, but my brain just isn't in the same creative space now as then and I could muster the right emotion to drudge them back up.

I'm planning to get two of the stories reworked and published as fast as I can...
Living Vicariously
Skin Memory
...I don't know if the titles will survive the editting process. They are good stories, though not from the series I've been working on for the last few years (Chronicles of Surrender).

I also have two historical eroticas that are complete works but really need harsh redrafting and cleaning up...My first works aren't nearly as polished as they need to be because frankly my writing wasn't as skilled in 1996 and I won't abuse my editor that way. The night's delimma was whether to release the historicals as Roxy or use a different pen name. My crit partner, Xandra, advises different alias for the historicals...

So far I'm thinking along the lines of names I like...
Roxanna, Lilith, Moira, Isabella

Any suggestions for Roxy's Historical Alter ego?
Hugs
Roxy

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Edits Done!

So my book Sacred Revelations, Book Two of The Chronicles of Surrender is officially out of my hands and back into my editors... I'm waiting for word on the release date!!

Just an update;)

Tomorrow...I hope to work on Submissive (the short I'm doing for the anthology that is about 4,000 words from completion)...If I could get two projects done this week...well, it would be awesome! I can not say ofte enough how glad I am that I quit the old job! Whew hoo! IQUITIQUITIQUIT!!!

I don't get tired of saying that:)

Tomorrow, I hope to have a teaser excerpt...so hurry back...that's assuming I make it to the coffee shop again. Tonight I have my three year old granddaughter with me because her mommy was too sick to take care of herself, let alone two babies... and just let me say, I no longer have the patience of a saint...BIG DEEP BREATH...I have to remember how precious and adorable she was the moment before she toppled an entire display of books.

I think we're going home now...

Coffee Shops and Breech of Contract Suits

So Life is wonderful, exciting...A-Fucking AMAZING!!! (I did spend a large amount of quality time in bed with Sir Hotness over the weekend *grins* and played hooky in bed with him today which GREATLY contributes to my happiness level...I'm DELERIOUS)

After crawling out from under the sheets today (and showering together and crawling back under the sheets...) we finally did make it out of the house and into Home Depot to pick out paint colours;) we even agreed YEAH on paint colours!!!

Then we went to the furniture store to pick out a new bed (poster bed) OMG WAY TOO HOT

So the day was awesome...
Until I realized that the cable company LIED!! Still no internet in sight : ( Boo Hiss
So, I'm still hanging out in the coffee shop

And the iccing was a certified letter from my old company (the one I QUIT on Friday)
I haven't technically received the letter...it's haanging out at the Post Office and all I got was the crumby orange slip of paper alerting me to its existance... I'm 99% certain that they are going to claim breech of contract ... so I'm thinking I may need a good lawyer....

So I was all set to rant and rave and sob at the ruination of my day ... when Sir Hotness wrapped his arms around me and asked, "Has it been a good day?"

How could I claim, "No." When it's been a totally A-Fucking Amazing Day??????

So then, he assured me, "Everything is going to be okay...no matter what...because we are totally in love and we have each other...We win! Nana na na na."
And that sentiment is straight from his mouth:)

How can I not love this man?

Whew hoo! I QUIT! I QUIT! I QUIT!

okay, I guess everyone figured out that I quit the 12 hr a day seven day a week job that was killing me!!! Thank you, Sir Hotness for making THAT possible!!!

So I'm HAPPY! HAPPY! HAAAAAAPPPYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now that that is out of my system, let me just ask: "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO SPRING?" Yesterday was balmy, sun shining, windy with a Big WHOOSH...obviously March...
I didn't wear a coat, wore the cute shoes that showed off part of my pedicure even:) and now today?? It's a frickin white-out! seriously...microfine snow that makes it impossible to see off and on all day...though it isn't really accumulating...thank goddess! I WANT SPRING!! Now, please:)

Other noteworthy events...Sir Hotness doesn't work tomorrow and has plans to tie me to the bed:) Yippee for me:) Wonder what else he will do???

He did promise me a road trip to Barnes and Nobles though so that I could log-on and get some work done...AM I EVER GOING TO GET INTERNET AT HOME???????

Somebody write me...let me know you are still there!! I miss everyone!!