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August 5, 2013
Little Teaser from Bishop's Angel
Angel rolled onto her back and stretched, moaning low. The morning sun was shining into the windows, bringing with it a pleasant warmth. She kicked the sheet aside and glanced over at Bishop. He was wide awake, his gaze fixed on her. How long had he been looking at her? She smiled automatically. “Good morning.”
“Good morning.” He reached forward and picked up a lock of her hair, bringing it to his nose. “I think it was a mistake us sharing this bed, Angel.”
“Why?” Her tone was just a whisper. He was so handsome. No, on second thought handsome wasn’t the right description. Not with his military haircut, strong square jaw, and the scars marring his chest and arms. Bishop was appealing in a sexy, warrior kind of way.
The silence that followed had her wondering what he’d been thinking that had put the sensual look in his eyes. His tone was low but it didn’t lessen the impact his words had on her. “Because I want you.”
He wants me? Why did that surprise her? She’d been thinking about him all night. Even in her dreams. There’d always been something about him that attracted her in the pictures Diana had shown her and the stories she’d shared, but meeting him in person took her breath away. As soon as she’d realized who he was the night before she’d decided that she wanted him, in an intimate way. And he’d just opened the door. Did she dare walk through it?
Deciding actions speak louder than words, Angel reached up and wrapped her hand around the back of his thick neck. He showed no resistance as she pulled his head down until their lips touched. And that’s when Bishop lost control. Groaning low in his throat, he rolled on top of her and ground his mouth over hers. His passion fueled hers and, opening her mouth, she invited his probing tongue inside.
It was their first lustful kiss, filled with more fire and emotion than Angel had ever experienced before. Bishop thrust his hips into hers, letting her feel the full aroused power of his cock. What they were doing was crazy! But crazy had never felt so good! She parted her thighs and his lower body moved in between them as if they were pieces of a puzzle. A cry of pleasure escaped her when his cock brushed against the mound of her sensitive pussy.
Bishop kissed his way down her throat and over her shoulders, moving the thin material of her nightshirt aside when it got in his way. Angel twisted and arched beneath him, unable to remain still as his warm mouth moved over her. She sensed an urgency about him, struggling with an inner battle inside of him and trying not to give into it. As he continued to move down her body his hands took the edges of her shirt and tugged it open.
She gasped, trembling wildly when his lips caressed her breasts, ending with the tips in his mouth. He tongued nipped at her nipples until Angel couldn’t take it anymore. She raked her nails down his backside and inched her hands beneath the waistband of his boxers, taking hold of his taut, straining butt cheeks. He grunted, grinding his cock against the thin material covering her mound.
Without warning Bishop reached down and tore Angel’s panties from her.
“Good morning.” He reached forward and picked up a lock of her hair, bringing it to his nose. “I think it was a mistake us sharing this bed, Angel.”
“Why?” Her tone was just a whisper. He was so handsome. No, on second thought handsome wasn’t the right description. Not with his military haircut, strong square jaw, and the scars marring his chest and arms. Bishop was appealing in a sexy, warrior kind of way.
The silence that followed had her wondering what he’d been thinking that had put the sensual look in his eyes. His tone was low but it didn’t lessen the impact his words had on her. “Because I want you.”
He wants me? Why did that surprise her? She’d been thinking about him all night. Even in her dreams. There’d always been something about him that attracted her in the pictures Diana had shown her and the stories she’d shared, but meeting him in person took her breath away. As soon as she’d realized who he was the night before she’d decided that she wanted him, in an intimate way. And he’d just opened the door. Did she dare walk through it?
Deciding actions speak louder than words, Angel reached up and wrapped her hand around the back of his thick neck. He showed no resistance as she pulled his head down until their lips touched. And that’s when Bishop lost control. Groaning low in his throat, he rolled on top of her and ground his mouth over hers. His passion fueled hers and, opening her mouth, she invited his probing tongue inside.
It was their first lustful kiss, filled with more fire and emotion than Angel had ever experienced before. Bishop thrust his hips into hers, letting her feel the full aroused power of his cock. What they were doing was crazy! But crazy had never felt so good! She parted her thighs and his lower body moved in between them as if they were pieces of a puzzle. A cry of pleasure escaped her when his cock brushed against the mound of her sensitive pussy.
Bishop kissed his way down her throat and over her shoulders, moving the thin material of her nightshirt aside when it got in his way. Angel twisted and arched beneath him, unable to remain still as his warm mouth moved over her. She sensed an urgency about him, struggling with an inner battle inside of him and trying not to give into it. As he continued to move down her body his hands took the edges of her shirt and tugged it open.
She gasped, trembling wildly when his lips caressed her breasts, ending with the tips in his mouth. He tongued nipped at her nipples until Angel couldn’t take it anymore. She raked her nails down his backside and inched her hands beneath the waistband of his boxers, taking hold of his taut, straining butt cheeks. He grunted, grinding his cock against the thin material covering her mound.
Without warning Bishop reached down and tore Angel’s panties from her.
August 4, 2013
Good Sunday everyone! Haven't been online much this weeke...
Good Sunday everyone! Haven't been online much this weekend due to that I'm kind of on a mini-vacation. I planned on getting some writing done, but find I'm just enjoying the peace and quiet of being holed up with my niece's four cats in her home. She's on a cruise. I'm cat-sitting this weekend. I'm also enjoying her nice big TV, and the bottle of wine she left me.
So you might be asking yourselves, if I'm watching her four cats then who is taking care of mine? My granddaughter is watching out for them. I know Jezzie is probably stressed with me not around, and she will let me know tomorrow when I get home. I think she suffers with a little separation anxiety. Woofy will just be glad to see me, and welcome me in his usual verbal way. Bear Cat could care less, and Gin Gin will roll onto her back and squirm around like a giant slug, vying for her share of attention.
It's nice to get away once in a while.
So you might be asking yourselves, if I'm watching her four cats then who is taking care of mine? My granddaughter is watching out for them. I know Jezzie is probably stressed with me not around, and she will let me know tomorrow when I get home. I think she suffers with a little separation anxiety. Woofy will just be glad to see me, and welcome me in his usual verbal way. Bear Cat could care less, and Gin Gin will roll onto her back and squirm around like a giant slug, vying for her share of attention.
It's nice to get away once in a while.
August 1, 2013
Welcome Author Violetta Rand
Today I welcome Violetta Rand, author of the Historical Romance novel, Blind Allegiance, who is touring with Goddess Fish Promotions.
Violetta will award a $25 Amazon Gift Card to one randomly drawn commenter during her tour.
Where writing ranks in my life…
No matter where or what I’m doing, I’m plotting, jotting down tidbits from witty conversations, or simply observing my environment through a writer’s lens. It’s wonderful. And overwhelming. Writing is my release and sanctuary. So it ranks REALLY high in my life. I recently started writing full time. That changes your perspective a bit. Now it’s my job to sit down every day and be a productive author.
It started in my childhood as an escape. I’d scribble short stories or poetry, then share them with family and friends. In college, term papers came easy for me (I’d wait until the last moment and finish a 20 page research project in three days). As a scientist, long technical papers challenged me to write from a different point of view. Writing has always been an integral part of my life and careers.
After Blind Allegiance released, I relaxed more. But it also deepened my respect and admiration for all writers. This isn’t an easy enterprise. And it’s surprisingly addictive. I’ve become an editing fiend. A romance junkie. And a word-engineer. So much for life ever being the same again.
I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I’m in love with it. And considering my lifelong passion for books in general, it’s no mystery why I ended up where I am.
Blind Allegiance
BLURB:
It’s a risk of a lifetime loving a man you’re supposed to hate…
Betrayed by a brother she hardly trusted before the bloodthirsty Viking, Jarl Randvior Sigurdsson, attacks her home, Noelle Sinclair is conveniently bartered as a means to save her cowardly sibling’s skin. Forced to leave her homeland and accompany the petulant Viking to the untamed wilderness of central Norway, Noelle is ever-aware of the burgeoning dangers around her—including her weakening resolve to resist Randvior.
Should Noelle surrender to his resplendent charms and seduction, or fight with every ounce of strength she possesses to get home?
Purchase: Amazon
EXCERPT:
She covered her face, blocking Randvior’s eyes from her own. She was only guessing—which never served anyone very well. She whirled, retreating full speed, heading directly for the cabin. She collided with a soldier. Noelle shoved him away in a huff, and tripped over her own feet as she stumbled through the door. She slammed it shut, barricading herself inside.
Confinement was the only escape at her disposal. But that only lasted a few minutes. Randvior tried to open the door. She braced her legs, hoped to keep the rest of the world locked out until they reached Norway. Randvior twisted the knob and pushed, but she stayed stubbornly locked in position. He banged on the planks and demanded she open the door. If she refused any longer, he’d probably just kick it down. She braced herself for what might happen when he came in and reluctantly stepped aside.
“What happened out there? Did you see a ghost?” he asked, entering the room.
“I would consider myself most fortunate if it was only an apparition taunting me.” She sat on the bed and wringed her hands nervously. “My conscience troubles me.” She raised her eyes to meet his.
He leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. She couldn’t keep herself from sneaking admiring looks at his body. Only flesh and bone, she reminded herself, he’s only flesh and bone. His fine looks did little to relieve her; she was so helplessly riddled with guilt, she didn’t know what to do with herself any more.
He closed the door and moved closer. “Remember the things I told you in England?”
“I remember too much.”
What she really wanted were assurances for her future. She wanted him to vow he would care for her life as loyally as he would his own kinswoman’s. If he wouldn’t make her his wife, he should choose someone else. She needed a husband to protect her interests now. Even an inexperienced adolescent or an old man would do. As long as he had a pulse and a respectable name, she’d accept it. This was the only bargaining chip she had left.
Meet the Author:
Violetta Rand holds a bachelor’s degree in Environmental Policy and a master’s degree in Environmental Management. Serving as an environmental scientist in the state of Alaska for over seven years, she enjoys the privilege of traveling to remote places few people have the opportunity to see.
Violetta has been “in love” with writing since childhood. Struck with an entrepreneurial spirit at a young age, at five, she wrote short stories illustrated by her best friend and sold them in her neighborhood. The only thing she loves more than writing is her wonderful relationship with her husband, Jeff. She enjoys outdoor activities, reading whatever she can get her hands on, music, and losing herself in the ancient worlds she enjoys bringing to life in the pages of her stories.
http://www.violettarand.com/
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July 30, 2013
When you wake up from taking a nap in your chair, and you...
When you wake up from taking a nap in your chair, and you have 4 felines curled up into balls on different parts of your body, then yes, you can say I'm a cat person.
July 28, 2013
Please Welcome Guest Author Angelina Rose
Good morning everyone. Today we have a special guest with us, and she's talking about her new book. She's also giving away an awesome prize!
THE EYES OF LOVEByAngelina Rose
BLURB:
After a tragic loss five years ago, Sally Overby becomes an Attorney in Atlanta. She convinces herself that all she'll ever need again is her young son, David, and her life as an attorney. Until one day, Colin Dean barges back into her life and promptly blows her safe world apart, driving her crazy as only a guy she'd had a "school girl crush" on can.
Sally is wary to love deeply. Only, with every loving look Colin gives her plus every sweet kiss, as the attraction between them sparks, she can’t help but wonder if she’s met the one she should be with. And although Colin didn’t realize his life was going to change so quickly, amazingly, he isn’t the least bit interested in fighting that change. Instead, he’s gearing up for a different fight altogether. The one for Sally’s heart.
Will Colin be able to convince her that's it safe to love him... and that forever isn't really out of reach?
The Eyes of Love is a novella… so you can enjoy it in just one day!
EXCERPT:
"Hi there. I'm Gracie..." the waitress said as she put down a napkin and some silverware.
"Gracie. It's me. Sally Overby," she said grinning.
Gracie stopped in her tracks and squinted her eyes. "Sally? I can't believe it! You're stunning, honey!" she said reaching down and hugging her. "What are you doing in town?"
"Reunion. And to see Momma, of course."
"I can't get over how beautiful you are!"
"Thanks."
"You were always a sweetheart of a person, but now your outside matches your inside."
"That's a nice way to look at it."
"So, what have you been up to?"
"Let's see... Became an attorney, got married, had a son, became a widow..."
"Oh, Sally, I'm so sorry! I remember that now. Your Momma told me a few years back. You're still single?"
"Yep. But I have a date to the reunion tomorrow night, so I guess I'm officially back on the dating circuit now," Sally said giggling.
"Date? Who with?"
"Colin Dean."
Gracie started fanning herself. "Oh, girl, you scored on that one, huh?"
"I did. He's a wonderful guy."
AUTHOR INFORMATION:
Angelina Rose has wanted to write ever since she could hold a pencil. The first daughter of immigrant parents, Angelina had her head buried in books, lost in a world of heroes, heroines and exotic places.
It was a shocking experience that jump-started Angelina's author career.
"I awoke in the ICU... I had been unconscious for several days," Angelina says.
In 2010, Angelina had a long stint in hospital following her involvement in a motor vehicle accident: the longest time off work (as a Registered Nurse), she'd ever had in her life!
It was then she took up pen and paper and started to write again, just as she had done when she was a child. She wrote four short fiction stories for young adults, entered them in several competitions, and managed to win three first prizes!
After happily dipping her toes into writing those short fiction stories for young adults, Angelina has now authored four books in a new "Mill Creek Crossing Romance" series... contemporary romance intended for adults.
The "Starting Over Series" is another contemporary romance series she wrote about a subject she knows well... nurses and their love life. At a recent reunion of her graduating class, she could not help but notice how the same girls would group together and laugh, chat, and even shed some tears over their lives since graduating. Many of the girls had divorced... so Angelina thought "what if a group of the nurses came up with a plan to meet in two years and have a new love story to share?" Then the first story in the series was born.
There is always a story running around in her head. A man with thick dark hair, gray-blue eyes, with an engaging smile and a quick wit... or a girl crying over a broken relationship. She finds herself talking to these characters during her day: when she's doing dishes, or bathing babies at the hospital. These characters crop up on days at the beach or on walks through the neighborhood. This is how the stories start to grow.
Angelina's mother was an author, so Angelina grew up with a love of words and stories. If she wasn't writing a short story about something that took her fancy, her head was buried in books... reading, reading, reading, as her brother constantly told her...
When she's not spending time with her goodlooking man, or quality time with her laptop, she's working at the hospital, hanging out with her family and friends, or walking her two dogs around the neighborhood. Angelina spends as much time as she can traveling, then coming home and including some of those adventures in her stories.
Angelina really loves to hear from her readers and she invites you to connect with her on Facebook as she interacts daily with her readers there!
One commenter will receive a $50 Amazon or BN.com gift card. Please use this Rafflecopter below. Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/06/virtual-book-tour-eyes-of-love-by.html
Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/The-Eyes-of-Love-ebook/dp/B00CRM1Q4IFacebook: https://facebook.com/angelinaroseromanceauthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/RoseRomanceBook
Website: http://AngelinaRoseRomance.com
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/angelinaroseromance
a Rafflecopter giveaway
THE EYES OF LOVEByAngelina Rose
BLURB:
After a tragic loss five years ago, Sally Overby becomes an Attorney in Atlanta. She convinces herself that all she'll ever need again is her young son, David, and her life as an attorney. Until one day, Colin Dean barges back into her life and promptly blows her safe world apart, driving her crazy as only a guy she'd had a "school girl crush" on can.
Sally is wary to love deeply. Only, with every loving look Colin gives her plus every sweet kiss, as the attraction between them sparks, she can’t help but wonder if she’s met the one she should be with. And although Colin didn’t realize his life was going to change so quickly, amazingly, he isn’t the least bit interested in fighting that change. Instead, he’s gearing up for a different fight altogether. The one for Sally’s heart.
Will Colin be able to convince her that's it safe to love him... and that forever isn't really out of reach?
The Eyes of Love is a novella… so you can enjoy it in just one day!
EXCERPT:
"Hi there. I'm Gracie..." the waitress said as she put down a napkin and some silverware.
"Gracie. It's me. Sally Overby," she said grinning.
Gracie stopped in her tracks and squinted her eyes. "Sally? I can't believe it! You're stunning, honey!" she said reaching down and hugging her. "What are you doing in town?"
"Reunion. And to see Momma, of course."
"I can't get over how beautiful you are!"
"Thanks."
"You were always a sweetheart of a person, but now your outside matches your inside."
"That's a nice way to look at it."
"So, what have you been up to?"
"Let's see... Became an attorney, got married, had a son, became a widow..."
"Oh, Sally, I'm so sorry! I remember that now. Your Momma told me a few years back. You're still single?"
"Yep. But I have a date to the reunion tomorrow night, so I guess I'm officially back on the dating circuit now," Sally said giggling.
"Date? Who with?"
"Colin Dean."
Gracie started fanning herself. "Oh, girl, you scored on that one, huh?"
"I did. He's a wonderful guy."
AUTHOR INFORMATION:
Angelina Rose has wanted to write ever since she could hold a pencil. The first daughter of immigrant parents, Angelina had her head buried in books, lost in a world of heroes, heroines and exotic places.
It was a shocking experience that jump-started Angelina's author career.
"I awoke in the ICU... I had been unconscious for several days," Angelina says.
In 2010, Angelina had a long stint in hospital following her involvement in a motor vehicle accident: the longest time off work (as a Registered Nurse), she'd ever had in her life!
It was then she took up pen and paper and started to write again, just as she had done when she was a child. She wrote four short fiction stories for young adults, entered them in several competitions, and managed to win three first prizes!
After happily dipping her toes into writing those short fiction stories for young adults, Angelina has now authored four books in a new "Mill Creek Crossing Romance" series... contemporary romance intended for adults.
The "Starting Over Series" is another contemporary romance series she wrote about a subject she knows well... nurses and their love life. At a recent reunion of her graduating class, she could not help but notice how the same girls would group together and laugh, chat, and even shed some tears over their lives since graduating. Many of the girls had divorced... so Angelina thought "what if a group of the nurses came up with a plan to meet in two years and have a new love story to share?" Then the first story in the series was born.
There is always a story running around in her head. A man with thick dark hair, gray-blue eyes, with an engaging smile and a quick wit... or a girl crying over a broken relationship. She finds herself talking to these characters during her day: when she's doing dishes, or bathing babies at the hospital. These characters crop up on days at the beach or on walks through the neighborhood. This is how the stories start to grow.
Angelina's mother was an author, so Angelina grew up with a love of words and stories. If she wasn't writing a short story about something that took her fancy, her head was buried in books... reading, reading, reading, as her brother constantly told her...
When she's not spending time with her goodlooking man, or quality time with her laptop, she's working at the hospital, hanging out with her family and friends, or walking her two dogs around the neighborhood. Angelina spends as much time as she can traveling, then coming home and including some of those adventures in her stories.
Angelina really loves to hear from her readers and she invites you to connect with her on Facebook as she interacts daily with her readers there!
One commenter will receive a $50 Amazon or BN.com gift card. Please use this Rafflecopter below. Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2013/06/virtual-book-tour-eyes-of-love-by.html
Buy Link: http://www.amazon.com/The-Eyes-of-Love-ebook/dp/B00CRM1Q4IFacebook: https://facebook.com/angelinaroseromanceauthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/RoseRomanceBook
Website: http://AngelinaRoseRomance.com
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/angelinaroseromance
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Sneak Peek Sunday
LINK to other participating authors.
Sneak Peek Sunday is where authors post 6 paragraphs of one of their books, or a work in progress. Today I'm posting from Cupid's Arrow, my bestseller debut novel from Whiskey Creek Press. It's a contemporary romance under Debbie Wallace. Enjoy!Mike was getting a drink from the water cooler locatedat the far end of the dugout when someone let out a lowwolf whistle, drawing his immediate attention. He glancedup in time to see Emma making sure the buttons to her shirtwere done up, a gesture he was sure she wasn’t aware ofdoing. His gaze then shot to Pete, a fellow teammate andthe culprit behind the whistle. There was no doubt it hadbeen meant for Emma. He looked as happy as a kid runningafter an ice cream truck, his eyes dancing with harmlessadmiration as he nodded at Mike in her direction.
Pete liked women in general so his lusty expressionwasn’t to be taken seriously. Still, Mike didn’t like theimplication behind it. His gaze returned to Emma, movingover her lazily. He smiled when he saw her tug her shortsdown at the back of her thighs. It was obvious she wasuncomfortable as hell. She shouldn’t be; she had a nice bodyand very nice legs. It was while his eyes were taking aleisurely stroll back up to her face that Troy’s greetingfinally registered, causing his eyes to narrow on her.
Mom?
His ears must be full of wax. That morning in herhouse he thought she’d looked around thirty but the wayshe was dressed now didn’t make her look old enough to bethe mom of anyone over five. Furthermore, Mike knew fora fact she wasn’t Troy’s mom, which meant she had to beAmanda’s. He didn’t believe it. If she was over thirty he’deat his hat. He looked long and hard at her face, seeingnothing that proved she could be the mother of a twenty-year-old. Nevertheless, he couldn’t deny the strongresemblance between her and Amanda.
Suddenly Emma looked directly at him and his mouthwent dry, his pulse jumping erratically. The impact of thosedark, smoky eyes went right through him, catching himunaware and sending his senses scrambling into overdrive.Making him think about that morning in her house a weekago, when they’d looked at him with such soft appeal. Hecould still remember the disappointment he’d felt when hegot back to the station later that day to discover her storyhad checked out. He’d wanted an excuse to return to herhouse.
He took note of her high cheekbones and the generousfullness of a mouth that made him slightly hungry. Adelicately sculptured nose and softly rounded chin he’dnoticed the other day but hadn’t taken the time to trulyappreciate because of the situation, and lack of time.Scrubbed free of makeup, she had the fresh, healthyappearance of any Dove soap commercial model he’d seenon TV. Strands of soft curling hair escaped the confines of
her loose ponytail, gently blowing against the slim column
of her neck.
July 27, 2013
The Oldest Sex Toy
Recently I was contacted by a marketing group, and asked if I’d be willing to let one of their clients post a professional article on my website. I won’t name the company they were representing but the nature of what they sold got me to thinking. Sex toys have been around for a long time. Just how long I had no idea. So I decided to look it up, and I was amazed at what I found.
The oldest sex toy was found in Germany, in a cave. It’s a 30,000-year-old, 8 inch siltstone phallus that also doubled, now get this, as a tool to ignite fires. My first thought was, really, so both ends do the same thing? I had to wonder how they knew what the prehistoric tool was used for. Researchers went on to explain that the polished end had carved rings around it that easily identified what it was used for. The other end had marks that were obviously used for striking flints.
I wish I could show you the picture because it looks like nothing I would have expected to see with regard to a sex toy. Kind of makes me think of a cement emery board. I’ve included a link so you can check it out. There’s nothing pretty about it, but then again, it doesn’t have to be pretty as long as it does what it’s supposed to do.
The multi-purpose tool was apparently broken, and put back together after the discarded pieces were found. I guess they used it to start one too many fires, huh?
What is Siltstone? It’s a sedimentary rock which has a grain size in the silt range, finer than sandstone and coarser than claystones. Wikipedia
Interesting…Sex Toys With Ancient Origins
33,000 B.C. Pornography23,000 B.C. DildoLube – Olive Oil, Ancient GreeceThird Century A.D. Penis EnlargementA.D. 500 Geisha BallsA.D. 1200 Penis Ring1560 Condoms1869 Vibrator1892 Butt Plugs1904 Blow-up Doll
Link to read more about sex toys.
The oldest sex toy was found in Germany, in a cave. It’s a 30,000-year-old, 8 inch siltstone phallus that also doubled, now get this, as a tool to ignite fires. My first thought was, really, so both ends do the same thing? I had to wonder how they knew what the prehistoric tool was used for. Researchers went on to explain that the polished end had carved rings around it that easily identified what it was used for. The other end had marks that were obviously used for striking flints.
I wish I could show you the picture because it looks like nothing I would have expected to see with regard to a sex toy. Kind of makes me think of a cement emery board. I’ve included a link so you can check it out. There’s nothing pretty about it, but then again, it doesn’t have to be pretty as long as it does what it’s supposed to do.
The multi-purpose tool was apparently broken, and put back together after the discarded pieces were found. I guess they used it to start one too many fires, huh?
What is Siltstone? It’s a sedimentary rock which has a grain size in the silt range, finer than sandstone and coarser than claystones. Wikipedia
Interesting…Sex Toys With Ancient Origins
33,000 B.C. Pornography23,000 B.C. DildoLube – Olive Oil, Ancient GreeceThird Century A.D. Penis EnlargementA.D. 500 Geisha BallsA.D. 1200 Penis Ring1560 Condoms1869 Vibrator1892 Butt Plugs1904 Blow-up Doll
Link to read more about sex toys.
July 24, 2013
Last night my granddaughter came in to watch a little TV ...
Last night my granddaughter came in to watch a little TV with me before bed. I have an antique sewing rocker in the corner of the room, which she has claimed as her chair, and she decided to move it closer to my chair so she could share my foot rest. So it's time for bed and she gets up and I say:
"Please don't forget to put the chair back where you got it."
"Okay," she says, and begins to drag it across the room toward the corner.
Right next to the chair is a big mirror, so I say, "Be careful, don't hit the mirror."
She's still dragging the chair. "What about my foot?"
"Your foot?"
"Yeah, is my foot an option? Because I just hit it."
For some reason it struck my funny bone. I mean, she's only six!
"Please don't forget to put the chair back where you got it."
"Okay," she says, and begins to drag it across the room toward the corner.
Right next to the chair is a big mirror, so I say, "Be careful, don't hit the mirror."
She's still dragging the chair. "What about my foot?"
"Your foot?"
"Yeah, is my foot an option? Because I just hit it."
For some reason it struck my funny bone. I mean, she's only six!
July 21, 2013
Guest Author Jennie Marts
Good Monday morning friends! I'm so pleased to announce that we have a guest with us today. And her book sounds like a very funny read. She has 123 customer reviews on Amazon with a 5-STAR rating! So you know it's a great book. Please make Jennie feel welcomed and leave her a comment, someone will win a copy of her new book!
Author Bio
Jennie Marts has been dreaming about writing a novel since she was in fifth grade and self-published her first Nancy Drew style mystery to a small readership of family, teachers, and two friends.
She lives in Colorado with her husband, two sons, and two dogs. Tucker, her golden retriever, was the inspiration for the dog, Beau, in this story.
Jennie enjoys being a member of (RWA) Romance Writers of America, the Pikes Peak Chapter of RWA, and Pikes Peak Writers.
Jennie spends her spare time playing volleyball and reading and believes you can’t have too many books, shoes or friends.
Jennie loves to hear from readers. Visit her website at www.jenniemarts.com or follow her on Facebook at Jennie Marts Books .
Hi, my name is Jennie Marts and I am excited to share a little bit with you about my recently released romantic comedy, Another Saturday Night and I Ain’t Got No Body . My story features an ordinary school teacher named Sunny Vale whose well-meaning friends decide to help her find her Mr. Right.
Sunny considers herself a dog-loving, romance-reading, homebody. But her life goes from dull to deadly when her book club fires her from her own love life and sets her up on six blind dates- one of whom might be with a murderer. More trouble arrives in the dead of night, in the form of Jake Landon, a mysterious stranger, who breaks into her neighbor’s house and possibly her heart. But Jake is packing more than a loaded gun in his well-fitting Levi’s. He brings an arsenal of secrets and plenty of heat to Sunny’s ho-hum summer.
Jake Landon finds himself caught up in the capers of the sexy blonde in the house next door. But he has his own agenda which doesn’t involve playing hero to a curvy second-grade teacher and babysitting her panty-puking puppy. He's got other problems like fiery explosions, a missing person...and a parade of jerks Sunny insists on dating.
Could Sunny’s Mr. Right be right under her nose? Even though Jake is gorgeous, likes her dog, and has abs she can crack an egg on, can she really go out with him if he’s just murdered her next door neighbor?
Today, I am sharing with you a little inside scoop not available in the book. Let's take a peek into the small town of Pleasant Valley, CO, where Janice Tuttlebaum, local reporter has just cornered Jake in the coffeeshop. The whole town is talking about Walter's disappearance and this handsome stranger who has moved into Walter's home. Nobody's nosier than Janice, except maybe Edna, Sunny's 80-year-old neighbor, friend and fellow book club member. Edna has been suspicious of Jake from the start, ever since she saw him sneaking around the night of the -- but I'm giving too much away.
I think Janice is trying to interview Jake now. She certainly has her chair pulled close enough to his to smell his aftershave or sneak a bite of his danish. Let's listen in.....
“This is Janice Tuttlebaum from the Pleasant Valley Times,” she says into a small handheld recorder. She also has a steno pad on the table and is scribbling notes whiles she talks. “I am here today interviewing Jake Landon, the witness who reported our local townsmen, Walter Mead, missing. Jake, what do you know about Mr. Mead's disappearance?”
Jake sighs and folds his newspaper in half. “Not much. I expected him to be here when I arrived in town. It's been several weeks and we really have no idea what happened to him.” He takes a sip of his coffee, then turns the questions to Janice. “How well do you know Walter? What can you tell me about him?”
“Well, he was just the sweetest old man. He fixed my front gate last summer and wouldn't let me pay him a thing. He said his only payment was to have me bake him one of my cherry pies. My pies are prize winning at the county fair every summer. I mean, er.....I will be conducting this interview, Mr. Landon.” Flustered by the attention of this handsome rogue, Janice pats her chest and tries to take back control of the interview. “Exactly what is your relationship with Walter, er...Mr. Mead?”
Jake gives her a mischievous grin. “I'd rather talk about this cherry pie of yours....”
A bell tinkles as the front door opens, and in walks Edna, fanning herself from the summer heat. "Whoo-ee, it's hotter than two rats -- What are you doing here, Mr. Froofroo Coffee? Do you think you have enough whipped cream on that drink?”
Another sigh escapes Jake. “I ran into Ms. Tuttlebaum here while I was getting my coffee, and she asked to interview me for the local paper.”
“Why are you sitting so close together?” Edna asks, as she squeezes a chair in between them. Fluffing her hair, she turns to Janice. “Now, let me tell you, I have been neighbors with Walter for almost twenty years, and I am telling you, I suspect foul play. You work for the paper, what are you doing to find Walter?”
“Well, we...uh...we certainly would cooperate or try to help....wait a minute....doesn't anyone understand I am the reporter here. I ask the questions.”
“Geez, touchy.” Edna turns to Jake. “What did you do to make her mad?”
“Nothing! I don’t even know her. I was just sitting here drinking my coffee, trying to read the paper...”
“Why is she all grouchy then?” Edna asks in a not-so-subtle whisper.
Janice huffs. “I am most certainly not grouchy. Now if you will excuse us, I was trying to conduct an interview, Ms......?”
“Allen. That's with two L's.” Edna looks pointedly at her steno pad, and gives her a conspiratorial wink. “In case you want to quote me.”
The bell tinkles again and Sunny marches in, eyes scanning the store for her neighbor. “Edna, what is taking so long? I've been in the car for 10 minutes...... Oh, hi, Jake. What are you doing here?”
“Evidently NOT drinking coffee, OR reading the paper. I think I'll just take my coffee to go. Bye, Sunny.” Jake nods his goodbye at the women. “See you around. Edna. Nice to meet you, Janice.”
Janice and Sunny watch him walk out the door, both obviously appreciating the view.
Edna taps on the reporter's notebook. “Alright Janice, now we can get down to the real story. If you two could peel your eyes off the man's bum for a minute, I am telling you this guy, Jake, is the real trouble. We don't know where he came from or what he does. I think he's dangerous.”
Sunny scoffs. “Oh Edna, you are always exaggerating! Don't start rumors.”
Janice, now all ears, flips to a new page in her steno notepad, clicks her pen several times then begins taking notes. “Now, Ms Allen, with two L's, you said. What exactly do you mean by danger?”
“Well, now I've got your attention. You might want to wipe that drool off your chin, Janice. Let me tell you about this Jake character....”
“Alright, that's enough.” Sunny says. “Sorry, we don't really know anything about the man.”
“Oh, she's just saying that because she has the hotsie-totsie's for him! If you know what I mean, Janice.” Edna winks at the reporter again, but Janice doesn’t notice as she continues to write furiously.
“What? I do not! What are you writing there?” Sunny cranes her neck to see Janice’s pad. “Quit writing! Edna, I am leaving, so if you want a ride home, you better get your hotsie-totsie out to the car! I don't even want coffee anymore!” She pulls on Edna's purse strap while Edna is making 'call me' miming motions with her hand up to her ear to Janice.
“I gotta go, Janice. But mark my words, this guy might be booty-licious, but there is trouble brewing in Pleasant Valley...”
Well, that’s a small dose of life in Pleasant Valley. For more of the antics of Sunny and her pals, the Pleasant Valley Page Turners, check out ‘Another Saturday Night and I Ain’t Got No Body, available on Amazon.com in paperback and Kindle editions.
I am often told that Edna is a favorite character in my book, due to her fun and quirky personality. I would love it if you left a comment about a favorite character you love, in fiction or in real life, that makes you laugh just by thinking about them. Edna is a composite character made up of several older women in my life, but especially, my own grandmother, who always had me stitches.
Leave a comment for a chance to win a free Kindle copy of Another Saturday Night and I Ain’t Got No Body. Thanks for stopping by and I hope you enjoy the book.
Author Bio
Jennie Marts has been dreaming about writing a novel since she was in fifth grade and self-published her first Nancy Drew style mystery to a small readership of family, teachers, and two friends.
She lives in Colorado with her husband, two sons, and two dogs. Tucker, her golden retriever, was the inspiration for the dog, Beau, in this story.
Jennie enjoys being a member of (RWA) Romance Writers of America, the Pikes Peak Chapter of RWA, and Pikes Peak Writers.
Jennie spends her spare time playing volleyball and reading and believes you can’t have too many books, shoes or friends.
Jennie loves to hear from readers. Visit her website at www.jenniemarts.com or follow her on Facebook at Jennie Marts Books .
Hi, my name is Jennie Marts and I am excited to share a little bit with you about my recently released romantic comedy, Another Saturday Night and I Ain’t Got No Body . My story features an ordinary school teacher named Sunny Vale whose well-meaning friends decide to help her find her Mr. Right.
Sunny considers herself a dog-loving, romance-reading, homebody. But her life goes from dull to deadly when her book club fires her from her own love life and sets her up on six blind dates- one of whom might be with a murderer. More trouble arrives in the dead of night, in the form of Jake Landon, a mysterious stranger, who breaks into her neighbor’s house and possibly her heart. But Jake is packing more than a loaded gun in his well-fitting Levi’s. He brings an arsenal of secrets and plenty of heat to Sunny’s ho-hum summer.
Jake Landon finds himself caught up in the capers of the sexy blonde in the house next door. But he has his own agenda which doesn’t involve playing hero to a curvy second-grade teacher and babysitting her panty-puking puppy. He's got other problems like fiery explosions, a missing person...and a parade of jerks Sunny insists on dating.
Could Sunny’s Mr. Right be right under her nose? Even though Jake is gorgeous, likes her dog, and has abs she can crack an egg on, can she really go out with him if he’s just murdered her next door neighbor?
Today, I am sharing with you a little inside scoop not available in the book. Let's take a peek into the small town of Pleasant Valley, CO, where Janice Tuttlebaum, local reporter has just cornered Jake in the coffeeshop. The whole town is talking about Walter's disappearance and this handsome stranger who has moved into Walter's home. Nobody's nosier than Janice, except maybe Edna, Sunny's 80-year-old neighbor, friend and fellow book club member. Edna has been suspicious of Jake from the start, ever since she saw him sneaking around the night of the -- but I'm giving too much away.
I think Janice is trying to interview Jake now. She certainly has her chair pulled close enough to his to smell his aftershave or sneak a bite of his danish. Let's listen in.....
“This is Janice Tuttlebaum from the Pleasant Valley Times,” she says into a small handheld recorder. She also has a steno pad on the table and is scribbling notes whiles she talks. “I am here today interviewing Jake Landon, the witness who reported our local townsmen, Walter Mead, missing. Jake, what do you know about Mr. Mead's disappearance?”
Jake sighs and folds his newspaper in half. “Not much. I expected him to be here when I arrived in town. It's been several weeks and we really have no idea what happened to him.” He takes a sip of his coffee, then turns the questions to Janice. “How well do you know Walter? What can you tell me about him?”
“Well, he was just the sweetest old man. He fixed my front gate last summer and wouldn't let me pay him a thing. He said his only payment was to have me bake him one of my cherry pies. My pies are prize winning at the county fair every summer. I mean, er.....I will be conducting this interview, Mr. Landon.” Flustered by the attention of this handsome rogue, Janice pats her chest and tries to take back control of the interview. “Exactly what is your relationship with Walter, er...Mr. Mead?”
Jake gives her a mischievous grin. “I'd rather talk about this cherry pie of yours....”
A bell tinkles as the front door opens, and in walks Edna, fanning herself from the summer heat. "Whoo-ee, it's hotter than two rats -- What are you doing here, Mr. Froofroo Coffee? Do you think you have enough whipped cream on that drink?”
Another sigh escapes Jake. “I ran into Ms. Tuttlebaum here while I was getting my coffee, and she asked to interview me for the local paper.”
“Why are you sitting so close together?” Edna asks, as she squeezes a chair in between them. Fluffing her hair, she turns to Janice. “Now, let me tell you, I have been neighbors with Walter for almost twenty years, and I am telling you, I suspect foul play. You work for the paper, what are you doing to find Walter?”
“Well, we...uh...we certainly would cooperate or try to help....wait a minute....doesn't anyone understand I am the reporter here. I ask the questions.”
“Geez, touchy.” Edna turns to Jake. “What did you do to make her mad?”
“Nothing! I don’t even know her. I was just sitting here drinking my coffee, trying to read the paper...”
“Why is she all grouchy then?” Edna asks in a not-so-subtle whisper.
Janice huffs. “I am most certainly not grouchy. Now if you will excuse us, I was trying to conduct an interview, Ms......?”
“Allen. That's with two L's.” Edna looks pointedly at her steno pad, and gives her a conspiratorial wink. “In case you want to quote me.”
The bell tinkles again and Sunny marches in, eyes scanning the store for her neighbor. “Edna, what is taking so long? I've been in the car for 10 minutes...... Oh, hi, Jake. What are you doing here?”
“Evidently NOT drinking coffee, OR reading the paper. I think I'll just take my coffee to go. Bye, Sunny.” Jake nods his goodbye at the women. “See you around. Edna. Nice to meet you, Janice.”
Janice and Sunny watch him walk out the door, both obviously appreciating the view.
Edna taps on the reporter's notebook. “Alright Janice, now we can get down to the real story. If you two could peel your eyes off the man's bum for a minute, I am telling you this guy, Jake, is the real trouble. We don't know where he came from or what he does. I think he's dangerous.”
Sunny scoffs. “Oh Edna, you are always exaggerating! Don't start rumors.”
Janice, now all ears, flips to a new page in her steno notepad, clicks her pen several times then begins taking notes. “Now, Ms Allen, with two L's, you said. What exactly do you mean by danger?”
“Well, now I've got your attention. You might want to wipe that drool off your chin, Janice. Let me tell you about this Jake character....”
“Alright, that's enough.” Sunny says. “Sorry, we don't really know anything about the man.”
“Oh, she's just saying that because she has the hotsie-totsie's for him! If you know what I mean, Janice.” Edna winks at the reporter again, but Janice doesn’t notice as she continues to write furiously.
“What? I do not! What are you writing there?” Sunny cranes her neck to see Janice’s pad. “Quit writing! Edna, I am leaving, so if you want a ride home, you better get your hotsie-totsie out to the car! I don't even want coffee anymore!” She pulls on Edna's purse strap while Edna is making 'call me' miming motions with her hand up to her ear to Janice.
“I gotta go, Janice. But mark my words, this guy might be booty-licious, but there is trouble brewing in Pleasant Valley...”
Well, that’s a small dose of life in Pleasant Valley. For more of the antics of Sunny and her pals, the Pleasant Valley Page Turners, check out ‘Another Saturday Night and I Ain’t Got No Body, available on Amazon.com in paperback and Kindle editions.
I am often told that Edna is a favorite character in my book, due to her fun and quirky personality. I would love it if you left a comment about a favorite character you love, in fiction or in real life, that makes you laugh just by thinking about them. Edna is a composite character made up of several older women in my life, but especially, my own grandmother, who always had me stitches.
Leave a comment for a chance to win a free Kindle copy of Another Saturday Night and I Ain’t Got No Body. Thanks for stopping by and I hope you enjoy the book.
