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My Grandchildren

Alivia is one of those kids who has to be doing something 24/7, and she doesn't like to do it alone. She's artistic and likes to do things with her hands like painting, games, clay, coloring, and putting things together. Thank goodness she's in first grade.

Mason is one of those kids who uses his little imagination and can play for hours by himself. I love watching him play because you can see by his expression that he's working it out. He likes playing trains, cars and trucks, the stuff little boys like to do. 

They meet in the middle when it's time to swim, scooter, play basket ball with dad, dance, and play in the blow-up house that takes up a third of the back yard.

What a difference in the two. Either way, together they can both tire you out.

The Grey

I've wanted to watch this movie since it came out and finally got the chance last night. Wow! It was a really good movie. Not for children, this movie is very intense, and graphic. And sad as a handful of men try to survive after a plane crash, but are helpless against the elements such as the freezing temperature, and the threat of wolves. 

Sneak Peek Sunday

Link to participating authors!
What's it all about? Every Sunday a group of authors will post 6 paragraphs only of a work in progress or a book they've published. Just for fun but it's a good way of discovering new authors.

6 paragraphs from Instant Attraction


Julie’s senses immediately went into overdrive and another gush of warm heat flooded her pussy. She could actually feel her clit throbbing. His body kept her against the wall as their mouths worked against each other, twisting and grinding in a kiss that said hello, goodbye, and everything in between. Julie had never experienced a toe-curling kiss before, but she was now. And she wanted more. She wanted him. 

She caressed the top half of his naked body, finding out for herself that Thomas was as hard and smooth as he looked. She raked her nails down his back with growing ardour, getting a rough reaction from him that fuelled her desire. She slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his pyjamas, and grabbed his taut buttocks. His response was a deep growl but he didn’t break their kiss. His retaliation came in a more pleasurable, physical form.

Rough hands moved to her bare midriff, then ever so slowly glided up Julie’s ribcage to her perky, hard-tipped breasts. She cried out beneath his kiss and arched her hips into his caress, edging him on, silently begging him to fuck her. She reached for his pulsing, hot cock, discovering he was heavy and strong. He thrust into her hand without being coerced. Julie moved her hand up and down his length several times in rapid succession, until Thomas backed up the lower half of his body and pulled his cock away. His groan sounded like he was in pain.

“That feels too good,” he whispered against her lips. “I don’t want to come just yet.” He kissed her again while his hands continued to cup and massage her breasts. He tweaked her ultra-sensitive nipples, making Julie moan deeply. 
His kiss turned into a smile. “You like that, baby?” he asked against her mouth. 
“Yes!” Julie hissed, tugging on his bottom lip. Then she put her mouth against his chest and kissed her way back up to his lean jaw. “I want more, Thomas.”

Look what I got!

Isn't it purty? Arm adornment a gift from my grandson. We were playing and he got a little carried away and bit me. It was just the tiniest nip yet it produced this big bruise.

Gosh guys, I slept in until almost one o'clock today! Tha...

Gosh guys, I slept in until almost one o'clock today! That's what pain meds and muscle relaxants do to me. And if that's not bad enough, I feel out of it until the meds wear off. Another reason why I don't take them unless I absolutely can't stand it anymore. I need them every day but force myself to just suck it up. Too many sleepless nights forced me to break down and take them last night. Now I feel like I've lost a day. Good thing my daughter took the day off so I didn't have to watch my grandson.

Please welcome guest Lynda Aicher!

Her new book sounds hot and for those of you who enjoy erotic romances this is right up your ally!


AUTHOR Bio 
Lynda Aicher has always loved to read. It’s a simple fact that has been true since she discovered the words of Judy Blume at the age of ten. After years of weekly travel as a consultant implementing computer software into global companies, she ended her nomadic lifestyle to raise her two children. Now, her imagination is her only limitation on where she can go and her writing lets her escape from the daily duties of being a mom, wife, chauffeur, scheduler, cook, teacher, volunteer, cleaner and mediator. If writing wasn’t a priority, it wouldn’t get done.




What I get out of Writing
I got my very first diary when I was nine years old. It was a small thing, with little half pages for each day to write my deepest, darkest secrets. I have to confess, I was hooked immediately. Those tiny scribbles of words provided an escape from those silly emotions and thoughts that had nowhere else to go. It was freeing and fun and that was when writing became a release for me.

I wrote in a diary almost every night until I was twenty-five. Having a place to purge my feelings got me through the ups and downs of adolescence, the breakups with too many boyfriends, my first kiss, my first love, my first time and all of the good and bad in between. Writing my emotions down was so much easier than talking about them. Knowing nobody but me would ever see them, was amazingly freeing.

I had no idea at the time how therapeutic that actually was. I still have every one of those diaries, but I have never reread any of them. There are at least twelve of them stuffed in the bottom of my nightstand drawer, each holding a year snapshot of my life.

To this day, when my I get stressed and my emotions are eating away at me, I pick up a pen and start to write. Or open a new page on my computer and let the words fly out. Do I still keep all of these soul purging’s? No, because the process of letting everything out is all I really need. But sometimes, they do find a way of ending up on the pages of my books.

So, do you keep a diary?


Bonds of NeedBook 2 in the Wicked Play Seriesby Lynda Aicher

BLURB:

When Kendra Morgan attends a party at an exclusive sex club, she's not driven by mere curiosity. Hoping to prove she's put the past behind her, Kendra must instead face up to needs she's denied for too long. Despite her lingering fears, she can't resist the temptation to play…

Deklan Winters has had his eye on his attractive neighbor for months, but only senses Kendra is no stranger to the BDSM scene when she walks into his club. And he can tell that's not her only secret. What surprises him is his own overwhelming desire to give her what she craves—and to show her a side to the Dom/sub relationship she's never known.

With Deklan's guidance, Kendra begins to accept her forbidden needs and to recognize the fine line between pleasure and pain. But when her former Master returns to reclaim her, it will take all her courage—and all of Deklan's love—to defy her past.

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EXCERPT:

The bag taunted her. All glossy and black, with blood red letters embossed in an elegant script proclaiming the store name. It was a simple bag, really. A standard rectangle with rope handles in the style used by most clothing stores. Yet Kendra Morgan couldn’t stop staring at it.

She moved to the right, edging around the end of her bed as if a different angle would change the effect. The shift in position caused the overhead light to glare against the shiny coating blurring the lettering, but the name was already imprinted in her mind.

If she was honest, and she was trying to be that now, it wasn’t the bag itself that mocked her. No, it was the items inside that beckoned her in a silent whisper of repressed longing.

Kendra hugged herself as she struggled against her continuous inner battle. The one that waged between the desire to wear the garments and the repulsion that came with the thought of putting them on. But there was no denying the residual excitement building within her at the thought of the night to come. Of once again being in that environment surrounded by the sounds, smells and sights of forbidden acts and deviant desires played out.

Despite all reason and arguments against it, her body still responded. Her nipples ached for the pinch of a clamp and even now tingled with longing. It was a hunger that burned in her core and begged for release.



To learn more about Lynda, you can find her at:
Website: http://lyndaaicher.com
Facebook: http://facebook.com/lyndaaicherauthor
Twitter: http://twitter.com/lyndaaicher

Buy links:
Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Bonds-Need-Wick...
Barnes &Noble -http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bonds...
Carina Press – (the link is not up yet)


Lynda will be awarding a $50 Gift Card to Amazon, B&N or Allromance ebooks, Winner's Choice, to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. 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/2013/01/virtual-book-tour-bonds-of-need-by.html

Excerpt Yield to Me

Brent was trained to notice things. The tiniest telltale flicker in Sophie’s beautiful eyes when their gazes met gave her true feelings away when her fiancé touched her. The barely noticeable stiffening of her body after Lord removed his lips sent up a warning flag Brent couldn’t ignore. His gaze narrowed, not missing the way her hand trembled slightly as she brought the champagne glass to her rose-colored mouth.

The lady was definitely repulsed by Lord’s touch. Either that or she loathed public displays, which he quickly dismissed. If Lord noticed anything, he ignored it, too arrogant and self-assured. Yet Brent’s instincts told him he knew exactly what Sophie’s reaction was to his touch and that he was taking secret pleasure in it.

Some men got off on forcing their unwanted attentions on a woman when they knew it wasn’t reciprocated. For some reason, those ungrounded thoughts sent a rush of anger through Brent; the conversation he’d had with Senator Adams two days before coming back to him. Was he correct in his theory that Sophie was being blackmailed into marriage?

Brent knew enough about Jonathan Lord’s reputation to know the man never took no for an answer. When he wanted something, he got it by whatever means available to him. He was shrewd in his business dealings, lucky with his money investments, and thrived on power, most especially the kind he’d acquire once he and Sophie were married.

Add that to the several high-ranking politicians already in his hip pocket and the man was set for life. It was rumored he was good at digging up dirt; the kind people in high places paid a lot of money to keep from becoming public. Of course no one was brave enough to come right out and accuse him of blackmail, which made Lord a dangerous man as far as Brent was concerned. The kind a person would have to be a fool to cross, unless they were an influential senator.

Senator Adams had a bulldog reputation of standing his own ground when he wanted something too. He got results. If he suspected Sophie was being blackmailed into marrying Lord, he would do anything to find out what Lord’s leverage was in order to prevent it, not excluding kidnapping. The million-dollar question was what did Lord have on Sophie that would force her to marry him against her will?

His gaze traveled over her again, more leisurely this time, wondering what secrets the lady was hiding. One thing was certain though, that gown she was wearing wasn’t hiding any of them. As he watched the exchange between her and Lord closely, he reached for another glass of champagne, preferring something stronger like a shot of whiskey. Taking a sip, his gaze narrowed on the way she rolled her shoulder out from under Lord’s caressing hand, the action causing Brent’s mouth to curve into a knowing smile.

Look who stopped in today!

Author Bebe Balocca! And she has a new release out. 
It’s release day for my sixth novel, “Learning to Soar”! It’s about the club scene – you know, cocktails, dancing, flirtations…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9QHVg...

Except Volare, the club in “Learning to Soar”, is different. It’s run by Damien, a sex therapist. The only guests he admits to Volare are former clients and friends of clients. He’s learned that Volare is the ideal setting for his patients to learn confidence, freedom, and people skills. Anything goes at Volare, and it’ll never leave the front door.

Chloe hasn’t been able to reach the big O since her ex-boyfriend dumped her, so her friend Monica arranges a session with Damien for her. With the help of some special accessories and Volare’s eager patrons, Chloe is cured of her problem, and she’s invited to work as an accountant at the club. Damien has a strict no-touch policy with his clients, but he finds Chloe’s charms irresistible. Turns out, though, that our sex therapist has some issues of his own to work through…

Adults-only excerpt:

The sounds of the bar had amplified since Chloe had entered Damien’s office. She walked unsteadily toward the packed dance floor. She was glad that she’d worn boots, the ankle support helped hold her upright. Chloe approached the edge of the dance floor and took stock of the situation.

Tingling, pleasantly pinched nipples? Check.

Heavy, tight sensation in pussy from inserted toy? Check.

Mass of writhing individuals to navigate through? Check.

Let’s do this thing.

Chloe stepped onto the smooth wooden floor and felt the music throb in her bones. Does it have to be so damn loud? she wondered. She worked her way around several couples and came upon two laughing young women. They appeared to be engaged in a contest to see who could squat down to the floor then rise up, slowly, while moving to the beat. Just looking at them made Chloe’s thighs burn in protest.

With her eyes on the dancers with thighs of steel, Chloe failed to watch where she was going. She bumped into a solid wall and recoiled in alarm and embarrassment.

Arnaud.

The huge man grinned—his bright white smile shone from his dark face. Chloe’s jaw dropped open and she felt the chrome toy start to slide out. Clenching her muscles tightly, she clamped her thighs together and willed the sleek little metal egg to get back where it belonged. Once again, the heavy fullness from its insertion combined with the tingling pressure against her G spot caused her to gasp with pleasure.

And the hugely muscled, hot guy in front of her wasn’t helping any.

Arnaud placed one hand on the small of her back and drew her to him, rolling his hips enticingly.

Chloe let her pull him close. She swayed with him as the music pounded in her head. His black silk shirt was now open almost to his navel, exposing his hairless, sculpted torso. Arnaud caught her eye and winked. Chloe smiled and brought her hand up to his arm. It seemed that, with regard to their awkward introduction, all was forgiven. Chloe’s fingers failed to reach even halfway around his bicep, but what she could reach of his unyielding, muscular hardness felt wonderful.

Chloe blushed to feel the stiffness of Arnaud’s cock against her belly. She stroked his thick arm as he pressed into her, thrilling at the sweet, shameless pressure from his erection. Leaning against him, she lightly traced her nipples against his chest. Arnaud’s eyes widened and his cock twitched in response.
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Chloe rubbed her jewellery-encased nipples against his pectorals and ground her belly against his erection, closing her eyes and relishing the wickedly delicious sensations. The chain hanging from the metal toy tickled her lady bits delicately, and the chrome egg inside her felt heavy, thick, slippery, and… alive?

She cried out when the egg vibrated inside her and glanced up to the balcony in alarm. There was Damien, sitting at a table and looking down at her. He waved nonchalantly and held up a small device.

Buy link: http://goo.gl/cTGeY
Bebe’s site: http://bebebalocca.com
Bebe on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/BebeBalocca?ref=hl
Bebe on Twitter: @BebeBalocca

Sneak Peek Sunday

Link to other participating authors! What's it all about? Every Sunday a group of authors will post 6 paragraphs only of a work in progress or a book they've published. Just for fun but it's a good way of discovering new authors. Since Yield to Me came out on Friday I've decided to post 6 paragraphs from that.

Chapter 1At six feet five inches, short women didn’t appeal to Brent Howard in the least, so it was only natural his gaze zeroed in on five feet ten inch Sophie Adams the minute she walked into the crowded room. She was a stunning creature, cultivated and poised; her status of wealth and influence in society evident in not only her regal appearance but in her every move.

He couldn’t help thinking the outdated newspaper clipping he’d seen of her earlier hadn’t done her justice. The colorless picture hadn’t revealed the healthy, rich satin of her honey-toned skin, or the way the auburn highlights in her hair, done in a casual yet elegant style away from her face, caught the light as she moved. Reminding him of an untamed wildfire begging to be tamed.

The evening gown she was wearing wasn’t much more than a black sheath of shimmering satin. The halter style cut revealingly low in the front while falling in a graceful line all the way to her elegant ankles. It hugged her hourglass shape like a glove, revealing she couldn’t possibly be wearing any undergarments. Three-inch heels put her over the six-foot mark, which meant she’d fit perfectly against him on the dance floor. And in bed. The thought came from nowhere. After all, he was a man, and she was sexier than hell.

As she moved, the light captured the brilliance of the emeralds adorning her slender throat. Even Brent’s inexperienced eyes could tell they weren’t made of paste but were the real deal, and probably worth a small fortune. The fifteen-carat diamond on her finger alone could probably buy a small country and would certainly feed a lot of starving people. His mouth turned down with mild disgust. He didn’t begrudge people who had money but flaunting it in pretentious ways had always turned him off. And Miss Adams had a way of flaunting it as though it was as natural to her as air was to breathe.

She turned slightly and Brent caught his breath, his gaze landing on the amount of flesh exposed by the daringly low cut back of her dress, which narrowed to the curve of her slim waist. Not only beautiful but an exhibitionist as well. Interesting.

Without being obvious, his gaze followed her as he waited for the right time to make his move. As she glided smoothly from one painting to another wearing that “look but don’t touch” attitude, he was surprised to see she was alone. No one approached her, not even to say hello. However, he knew in spite of her social standing within the community, it was a well-known fact that Miss Adams insisted on her space and privacy. In fact, she demanded it. An unapproachable beauty one could only look at and admire from afar.

I'm so excited! Yield to Me is available at Whiskey Cree...

I'm so excited! Yield to Me is available at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid today.



Most women look forward to their wedding day. But not Senator Adams daughter, Sophie. She was being blackmailed into marrying a man she detests, in order to keep a family secret from being revealed. So when she finds herself in the arms of a sexy kidnapper on the eve before the nuptials, she looks at it as a godsend. Until she realizes that her abductors every touch sets her on fire.
Brent was preparing for a long over do vacation on his boat when the senator talks him into kidnapping his only daughter. It would be a piece of cake, he was told. The woman in question was a sweet, southern belle. So why, then, does he suddenly find himself with a hellion on his hands? One who arouses him without trying, and knows how to keep him satisfied. He falls for her, but they can only have a future if she admits the truth.
The new and improved,sexed up version of  The Senator's Daughter.