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December 6, 2010
Question of the week.
I'm starting a new feature. Every Monday I'm going to ask a question. You have until Wednesday to answer it in the comments. If you answer, you'll be entered in a draw for a prize.
This aren't life or death questions, just random ones so I can learn about who's reading the blog and maybe get some conversations going.
Todays questions is this: How do you feel about characters who are writers? Do you think the author is taking the easy way since they don't have much research to do-because they themselves are writers- or maybe you like it because it' gives you a larger glimpse into life as a writer? Then again, maybe you don't care about what the characters job is since it's really just background to the true story?
December 4, 2010
SS: Authors Choice
One of the best things about writing is when one, or more, of your secondary characters come alive. That's often how series' are born. At least that's how my Dungeon series started. Karl was a throw-away character in Bound who showed up,unplanned, as the hero's best friend in Trouble. Half way through Trouble I knew he had to have his own story, and that was Wicked.
In Wicked there's a scene where Karl has to meet with the owner of The Dungeon, the BDSM club he hangs out at. The owners name is Mason Hardin, and he's not an easy man to get a meeting with. I have no idea why, he just came to me that way. The scene is short, yet for some reason Mason has stuck in the back of my head for a couple of years. I've been thinking about him a lot lately, trying to figure out what his story is, but he's not sharing. I think the only way to learn his story is to start writing it, and see what happens.
With that in the back of my mind I thought I'd share the scene from Wicked that he's in, and see if you find him as intriguing as I do.
The Dungeon was pretty quiet on Monday nights, which is why he'd planned his visit for that night. He had a few things to accomplish, first off being a visit with the owner.
"Mr. Hardin, Thanks for seeing me tonight." Karl held out his hand to the clean-cut man standing behind the desk.
"Not a problem, Karl. Please call me Mason. Valentine Ward spoke very highly of you. He also said you had something I really need to know about?"
He'd had a hard time getting a meeting with the mysterious owner of the club, so he'd had Val give him a call. Being the owner of one of the hottest nightclubs in town, Val had been able to set up the meeting as a favor.
Once they were both settled, Karl got straight to the point. "Someone's taking compromising photographs of your members, while they're within The Dungeon."
As a lawyer, and a Dom, Karl was pretty good at reading people's expressions, but Mason didn't give anything away. A breach in security like that would mean the clubs business. Members of The Dungeon pay highly to be able to play in a safe, protected environment. "And you've come by this information how?"
"I'm sure you've read my membership file, so you know I'm a divorce lawyer. One of my clients is going through a bit of a nasty one, and she's procured some photos of her soon-to-be-ex husband as leverage. She refused to tell me how she got them, but I will find out. I just figured you could work it from this end as well."
The muscle in the club owner's clean-shaven jaw twitched. "You saw the photos?"
"Yes."
"Describe them."
"To be blunt -a well known male client, strapped to a padded spanking bench in the Shared Room with a dildo shoved up his ass and a cock down his throat."
Suddenly Mr. Clean-cut didn't look so calm. "The Shared Room," he said. "Do you know when they were taken?"
Karl shook his head. "No, and I'll do my best to make sure my client doesn't use them, but I think you'll need to do some damage control there anyway."
Karl stood and the two men shook hands. "Sorry I had to bring this to you, but we both know how important it is."
"Yes, thank you," Mason said. "It'll be dealt with, and quickly."
Karl left the office and put that issue in the back of his mind.
* * * * *
Ofcourse there's more to the scene, but that's all there is of Mason Hardin.
So…intriguing? I find him very much so…the clean cut man who owns/runs a BDSM club. In re-reading the scene I realized that the air of power and slight dangerous vibe didn't really come across. Maybe it was all in my head…but it's there, and I can't wait to dig in and figure him out.
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December 2, 2010
Photo Shoot
Normally I work on Thursdays, but I took the day off today because I have a photo shoot booked. My very first "Baby Bump" shoot. *grin*
I'm excited. It's a girl from work who is in her 9th month, and I told her I'd do them for free because I've never done a maternity shoot before. That way I get some for my portfolio, and she gets some for her baby book- and if they're not up to snuff quality wise no one is out anything but time. I did the same thing for another friend when she wanted some boudoir photos as a gift for her fiancee, and they turned out great… check them out below.
I must say that I think the baby bump pics will be up to snuff, though. I'm really excited to do them, and already have som e ideas in mind for how I want the final shots to look. Plus, Michelle, is such a sweetheart I just know she's gonna be gorgeous. LOL
I'll show you a few next week and you can tell me if you think they're any good. For now..what do you think of the ones above as "Boudoir" style? I think they turned out great. PLus, when we were done the shoot, S(the lady in the pictures) told me she felt amazingly sexy and beautiful. That made me feel good, because I think everyone woman should feel that way when running around in lingerie.
November 30, 2010
Distractions
I just had to share this picture. I write on a MAC, and it has the Photobooth application that takes snapshots with the built in camera. I was writing with the laptop on my lap, and my cat wanted attention. Hence she climbs on my chest and lays herself over my shoulder until she gets the attention she wants.
This happens at least three times a day. It can be annoying, and distracting, but at the same time, I feel loved.
November 27, 2010
Burlesque is a must see…
I admit it, I'm a Cher fan. I'm also a Christina Aguilera fan, so when I saw the preview for BURLESQUE a couple months ago I was excited. I went to see it on Thursday night, and thoroughly enjoyed it.
The stories nothing new, but if you like Cher, or Christina, or Stanley Tucci, (not ot mention McSteamy Eric Dane or sexy Cam Gigandet who plays Jack) or if you watch this preview and think "Hmm that looks like fun." or any variation onthat theme…you'll love it. There were laugh-out-loud parts sure, but both me and my friends were smiling the whole time because damn if it just didn't look like something we wanted to do. LOL
Not that any of us can sing, or dance like that, but hey… we can dream.
Check out the trailer, then go see the movie!
November 22, 2010
Monday
The internet says it's -23 celcius, and I'm thinking "Shit, I have to walk to work this morning."
Sorry I didn't blog last week, it was a hectic one. Snow all day wednesday and thursday,which meant some shoveling, and then there was work, and on Thursday night my truck died (fuel pump), and on Saturday was my birthday.
The truck couldn't be fixed over the weekend so I have to walk to work this morning, and pick it up after work. I'm not looking forward to my 30 minute walk in the snow when the temperature is -23. For you Americans thats -9.5 F Not super cold to us, but cold enough that I don't want to walk for 3 kilometers. LOL
I think tonight will be write off time wise as well as I have plans with friends after I pick up my truck. Then tomorrow is work again. I was hired to do a stagette last weekend (as the photographer) so I have to finish editing those pictures ASAP. I'm about three quarters done. It was a cool party, too, they has a 20's flapper theme going on, and I'm treating some of the photos with a sepia/vintage twists. I hope they like them.
My plan is by this time next week I'll be done the photos, AND Mavericks of Space (a new Kindle thing I've been trying to finish for about three months…Yes, I've been very A.D.D these last months) and a new treat me and a couple of buddies have cooked up for a christmas surprise.
It's that time of year again where I'm making TO DO Lists a mile long….what about you? What are your plans for this week?
November 13, 2010
Make Me Laugh..
Todays snippet is from NO ANGEL in the MOST WANTED anthology, and it's one of my favorite scenes ever! I laughed out loud when I wrote it…
No Angel
Anna Blair looks sweet and innocent, but playboy Gabriel Mann discovers she's far from it. Mess with her and she'll mess right back. And that's just the way he likes it—down and dirty carnal pleasure that keeps him coming back for more…
*~*~*~*~*~*
Safety always being her first concern, Anna wouldn't normally bring anyone back to her hotel, but this time her impatient nature was getting the best of her. Plus, she'd scanned his energy with her second sight and his bright green vibe was all smooth and happy. The guy didn't have an evil bone in his body.
There'd been no hesitation in her when she'd climbed into his truck and directed him down Bernard and across two more streets to her motel room. It wasn't the Ritz, but it was cheap, close to downtown and only a block away from the waterfront.
She used the old fashioned metal key to open the door and ushered him in. Surprisingly, he took charge immediately. He pulled her to him and kissed her so passionately she was ready to burn the clothes off his body.
Large masculine hands ran down her back and cupped her ass, lifting and pulling her tight against him. Wrapping her arms around his neck she trusted him to take her weight as she lifted her legs and wound them around his waist. Their tongues dueled and she rubbed her hungry sex against the massive hard-on she felt behind his zipper.
His fingers dug into her butt and he dragged his mouth out from under hers. "Bed," he panted, as he stumbled a few steps into the room and fell forward onto the queen sized mattress.
They bounced and an inelegant oof! flew from her lips. Her bruised backside throbbed but she quickly forgot about that as his body rubbed against hers in all the right places.
"Sorry" he muttered as his hands reached down and shoved her hoodie out of the way.
He grabbed the hem of her tank top and swept it roughly over her head. She laughed, delighted to find a man who wasn't scared to get a little rough with her.
"Don't apologize," she said, panting and reaching for the hem of his T-shirt, matching his eagerness as she pulled it over his head. "Just fuck me."
Gabe hesitated when he unsnapped her cargo pants and discovered the weapons halter snapped low around her hips and belly.
"A girdle?" he asked, eyebrows almost hidden by his hairline.
She laughed and ripped the snaps open. Arching her back she tugged the harness out from under her while he was distracted by the naked breasts she'd shoved into his face. He sucked a nipple between his lips and she gasped, dropping the weapons to the floor next to the bed before going back to work on his pants.
Their arms tangled as clothes were shoved aside as much as possible.
When both their pants were around their ankles she raked her nails over the firm butt she'd admired earlier. "Condom," she said on a gasp as the head of his cock brushed against her slick sex.
He growled and she laughed as he made an awkward reach for the pants still around his ankles, and rolled right off the bed!
"Fuck!" he cursed.
"Well, we're certainly trying," she said as she sat up and looked down at him. Mostly naked he looked both adorable and ridiculously sexy at the same time.
He dug in his pants pocket before he toed off his boots, shoved his pants off his feet, and stood up triumphantly.
"Socks," she said, staring at the thick cock bobbing in front of her face. Maybe it was because his hips were so slim, but damn he looked big. Big and red and juicy. She licked her lips and he groaned. "No, don't look at it like that or we're going to be done before we start."
He bent forward hiding himself from her view as he got rid of his socks. "Your turn now," he muttered.
She lay back on her elbows and giggled as he struggled to untie her boots. Then in one big flourish he pulled her pants and panties free and threw them on the floor before kneeling on the bed between her legs and rolling the condom on smoothly.
"My socks," she said.
"I don't care about your damn socks," he growled. He came down on top of her, smoothly fitting his hips into the cradle of hers. His fingers skimmed over her pussy lips and suddenly she didn't care about her socks either.
He pressed a couple of fingers into her sex and she arched against them eagerly. "More," she demanded.
"You want more," he said pulling his fingers out. "You got it."
With one swift and sure stroke he filled her. She dug her feet into the mattress and arched into him with a moan. Their joking stopped as Gabe braced himself on his elbows and began to fuck her. His hips pumped steadily in a strong smooth rhythm and she happily dug her nails into his ass to help him along.
He buried his head in her neck, his hot breath sending shivers through her body as she moved with him. In and out his cock went, stretching her to the point that her sex burned with need. Her moans blended with his grunts as they worked up a sweat, straining to get closer.
Closer and closer she got to cumming, her body getting tighter and tighter. "Faster," she commanded, digging her nails in.
Everything in her focused on the point of their connection. He picked up the pace, going faster, harder, deeper until he was hitting the sweet spot and her cunt started to ripple with pleasure. "Yes!"
"That's it, baby. Come for me. Come for me." He slammed into her and ground his groin against her, rubbing her clit and sending her off into spasms of pleasure as the world exploded into ribbons of color in her minds eyes.
She was vaguely aware of him throwing back his head and arching into her as his triumphant shout of pleasure blended with her cries.
Limp with satisfaction, she let her hands fall back to the bed and he collapsed on top of her. She couldn't bite back the cry of pain as she was sharply reminded of her earlier butt kicking.
"Sorry," he muttered and rolled off her. He lay beside her as they both fought to suck air back into their lungs. "You okay?"
"Oh, yeah," she said. "Very okay."
"Christ, your hot," he said.
"I appreciate the thought," she said. "But please don't say His name like that."
Gabe turned his head and looked at her. "Huh?"
"Don't use the Lord's name in vain."
His eyes widened and she once again thought how pretty they were. Before he could say anything else she rolled onto her side and stroked hand down over his sculpted chest.
"That was good," she said. "Will you fuck me again?"
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November 12, 2010
Odds and Ends
I spent all day cleaning my office…again. I do this every year, or more, because I hate clutter. Despite hating clutter, I seem to collect unconsciously things. Some things are worht keep ing though.
In one box I found an old journal, from my twenties, and the pages are all ripped out except for a bit about a trip to Vegas and a picture with 2 guys and 2 girls crammed into one of those little photo booths. They are all obviously laughing and having a great time, and yes, one of the girls is me. And no, I'm not sharing that story, sorry. What I do want to share though is the poem on the cover of the journal. It's the reason I keep the cover even though I've ripped out most of the pages, and it's something I like to be reminded of every now an then.
Only as high
as I reach
can I grow,
Only as far
as I seek
can I go,
Only as deep
as I look
can I see,
Only as much
as I dream
can I be.
November 11, 2010
Remember
There's a reason the military is an oft-used career for heros. Because simply by entering the armed forces they become a hero. At least to me they do, and I'm sure many others feels the same way. My Grandfather was the first real hero in my life. He was my hero before I ever knew that he was in the Navy during WW2, and I remember him with love.
November 7, 2010
Movie Night
The dicotemy of an author was very apparent at my house last night. It was movie night, and I got to pick all the movies we rented. What did I pick?
First movie of the night was How To Train Your Dragon. LOVED IT!
American Psycho 2. It wasn't as good as the first, and I was disappointed that Christian Bale wasn't in it. But honestly, after the trailer, I knew it would be cheesy and silly and weird…and it was. LOL It had it moments though, and was a pretty good choice for second movie of the night. (I'm glad the kitty Ricky Martin was saved, cuz that would've upset me. LOL )
Last movie of the night was Under A Tuscan Sun with Diane Lane.
LOVED IT. Really, you romance fans need to see this if you haven't. It's inspirational in a couple of ways. ;)
