Tory Richards's Blog, page 196
January 14, 2012
Good morning friends!
With Earl being cared for today I'm taking today for myself. Yep! Gonna be selfish and wrap myself up in my own little world for some needed peace and calm. It's a cold morning here in Florida but it feels so refreshing, and I have a nice fire going. Well, does a three wick candle count? LOL I always have a candle going. Love the smell it puts out through the room. I told my daughter that I'm not home today. Translation, no kids:)
Just me, my cats, and syfy!
Just me, my cats, and syfy!
January 10, 2012
My soul mate and I had to make a heart wrenching decision...
My soul mate and I had to make a heart wrenching decision and that is to put him into a nursing home. Hospice convinced us it's time and he needs round the clock care now. His doctor called me today and said there is nothing more she can do for him. I know in my heart that Earl isn't going to get better but I think I've been in just a little bit of denial because he's always come through whatever God handed him. Cancer more than once, a blood infection, open heart surgery, numerous other ailments. Deep down I have to believe he will come through this, too.
There are five things that you cannot recover in life: (1...
There are five things that you cannot recover in life:
(1) The Stone...........after it's thrown,
(2) The Word...............after it's said,
(3) The Occasion......after it's missed, and
(4) The Time.............after it's gone.
(5) A person...............after they die
(1) The Stone...........after it's thrown,
(2) The Word...............after it's said,
(3) The Occasion......after it's missed, and
(4) The Time.............after it's gone.
(5) A person...............after they die
January 9, 2012
January 8, 2012
#3 GOAL for 2012
Unscribe from all the junk that clogs my inbox every single day! I've already done about 20 and what a difference it's made.
January 7, 2012
5 and RECOMMENDED READ!
Just in! This fantastic review for All the Right Moves by Blackraven's Reviews! Below is a snippet of the well written review my book received. I hope you'll check out the whole thing.
If you're looking for a sensual story where the chemistry between the hero and heroine is hot, the emotions are raw, the suspense is gripping, the banter is intense, yet at times humorous, and the love is endearing, then All the Right Moves by Tory Richards is definitely the book to read. Check it out! You won't be sorry!
Rated 5 Ravens and a Recommended Read by AJ!
Whoohoo!!!
If you're looking for a sensual story where the chemistry between the hero and heroine is hot, the emotions are raw, the suspense is gripping, the banter is intense, yet at times humorous, and the love is endearing, then All the Right Moves by Tory Richards is definitely the book to read. Check it out! You won't be sorry! Rated 5 Ravens and a Recommended Read by AJ!
Whoohoo!!!
January 6, 2012
Tiger Woods' ex-wife bulldozes $12 million home...
I know it's her money and her right but it's a shame she tore down such a beautiful home! She bought the home, then tore it down so she can build her dream home. Are you going to tell me she couldn't find a piece of beachfront property just as nice as this one, to build on it? Must be nice to have $12 million dollars to just flush down the toilet. If she wanted to throw her ex's money away, she could have given it to a worthwhile charity or something. That kind of money would go a long way to helping those in need.
January 5, 2012
Excerpt from THE MERCENARY WAY...coming soon!
"Is Stan─"
"Sshh!" he warned briskly, his gaze returning to hers. "Now isn't the time for conversation, angel."
Sarah pressed her lips. She didn't like being told to be quiet. She dropped her eyes before his steady gaze, beginning to feel self-conscious of their intimate situation. Clint was too sexy and in spite of his gruff ways, she was attracted to him. Sarah recalled the eagerness of her response when he'd had his fingers inside her. She was hungry for that particular feeling again but now was hardly the place or the time.
"You can get off me now," she spoke quietly, pushing against his shoulders. "They're going away."
Clint didn't budge. "They may have lowered someone to the ground to continue the search," he reasoned. "Be quiet."
Sarah listened to the sound of the chopper diminish as it moved further away and raised her eyes to the top of the trees above them where the sky was visible. And where Clint's gaze was focused. She couldn't help noticing how thick and muscular his arched neck was. The veins were evident beneath his whiskered jaw.
"You can still get off me," she insisted, wincing at the weakness in her tone. He glanced down at her. Their gazes met and held. Sarah tried to gauge what he was thinking. After an awkward moment of silence, Sarah looked away, but not before she acknowledged the flame of awareness in Clint's pupils. His body grew taut.
She caught her breath when his cock turned hard and demanding against her. With little between them, it was easy to determine Clint wasn't lacking there. And the knowledge turned Sarah hotter. It seemed the danger of being captured was over but another more primal danger threatened her.
She knew she was playing with fire but couldn't stop herself from acknowledging Clint's hard-on in the most obvious way. Parting her legs, she arched into the hard shaft, being rewarded when he sucked in his breath.
"You know if I was a smart man I'd roll off, start walking and not look back."
Sarah stiffened. Then why didn't he? When Clint didn't move right away, Sarah closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at him. His closeness was unnerving, catching her off guard when she realized how much she liked his weight against her. However, closing her eyes turned out to be a bigger mistake when all it did was enhance the charged atmosphere between them.
Her ears picked up the low drone of the helicopter as it was all but out of ear shot, but her senses were acutely aware of Clint. His breath was against her face, hot and intimate, his heart beating against her chest keeping rhythm with another more vital part of his body. When he began to grind his aroused cock against her, she began to respond to the situation against her will.
Suddenly, she felt alive. Her breasts became ultra-sensitive, swelling against his chest as her nipples hardened into tight little nubs. In her mind's eye, Sarah could see his mouth on her, licking and tugging on them until she was breathless and on fire. As her breathing became shallow, she closed her legs to the liquid heat pooling there, denying its existence along with the hard shaft she'd unknowingly trapped there.
Oh God! What is happening to me? An explosive rush swept through her blood. She kept her eyes closed, desperate to ignore the changes in her body, trying to ignore that it was a man like Clint— callous, raw, and totally unlovable—who was turning her on to such a feverish pitch. She struggled to bring her breathing under control, embarrassed when a soft whimper broke the silence.
"Open your eyes," he demanded in a voice hoarse with desire.
"No." The way Sarah figured it, if she didn't look at him, nothing would happen. He couldn't possible know she was so turned on she was burning up with it.
"I'm going to kiss you."
It sounded like a threat. Her eyes flew open. "No!" The firmness she tried to inject into her tone came out weak and throaty, revealing her condition. The savage expression on his face frightened her but not nearly as much as the untamed wildfire racing through her body. His body began to move against her, his hardness fitting perfectly in the damp crevice between her legs. The ache in the lower half of her body became a tangible, almost painful, reminder that she hadn't had a cock in there in a long time. Too long.
"No? Are you sure about that, angel?"
"Yes," she gasped, mesmerized by the smoldering look in his eyes. "I don't think it's wise to complicate things." Not to mention she was scared out of her wits that she'd enjoy it. And she wasn't forgetting the fact he'd already fingered her. She'd never hear the end of it.
"One little kiss doesn't have to complicate anything," he returned with a wolfish grin.
He was actually teasing her—or was he testing her? "We both know that's not all you have on your mind," she pointed out.
"No, but maybe a good fuck will tame that mean mouth of yours. Right now, though, a kiss is all we have time for."
Right now? That insinuated they might have time for a good fuck, later.
"Sshh!" he warned briskly, his gaze returning to hers. "Now isn't the time for conversation, angel."
Sarah pressed her lips. She didn't like being told to be quiet. She dropped her eyes before his steady gaze, beginning to feel self-conscious of their intimate situation. Clint was too sexy and in spite of his gruff ways, she was attracted to him. Sarah recalled the eagerness of her response when he'd had his fingers inside her. She was hungry for that particular feeling again but now was hardly the place or the time.
"You can get off me now," she spoke quietly, pushing against his shoulders. "They're going away."
Clint didn't budge. "They may have lowered someone to the ground to continue the search," he reasoned. "Be quiet."
Sarah listened to the sound of the chopper diminish as it moved further away and raised her eyes to the top of the trees above them where the sky was visible. And where Clint's gaze was focused. She couldn't help noticing how thick and muscular his arched neck was. The veins were evident beneath his whiskered jaw.
"You can still get off me," she insisted, wincing at the weakness in her tone. He glanced down at her. Their gazes met and held. Sarah tried to gauge what he was thinking. After an awkward moment of silence, Sarah looked away, but not before she acknowledged the flame of awareness in Clint's pupils. His body grew taut.
She caught her breath when his cock turned hard and demanding against her. With little between them, it was easy to determine Clint wasn't lacking there. And the knowledge turned Sarah hotter. It seemed the danger of being captured was over but another more primal danger threatened her.
She knew she was playing with fire but couldn't stop herself from acknowledging Clint's hard-on in the most obvious way. Parting her legs, she arched into the hard shaft, being rewarded when he sucked in his breath.
"You know if I was a smart man I'd roll off, start walking and not look back."
Sarah stiffened. Then why didn't he? When Clint didn't move right away, Sarah closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at him. His closeness was unnerving, catching her off guard when she realized how much she liked his weight against her. However, closing her eyes turned out to be a bigger mistake when all it did was enhance the charged atmosphere between them.
Her ears picked up the low drone of the helicopter as it was all but out of ear shot, but her senses were acutely aware of Clint. His breath was against her face, hot and intimate, his heart beating against her chest keeping rhythm with another more vital part of his body. When he began to grind his aroused cock against her, she began to respond to the situation against her will.
Suddenly, she felt alive. Her breasts became ultra-sensitive, swelling against his chest as her nipples hardened into tight little nubs. In her mind's eye, Sarah could see his mouth on her, licking and tugging on them until she was breathless and on fire. As her breathing became shallow, she closed her legs to the liquid heat pooling there, denying its existence along with the hard shaft she'd unknowingly trapped there.
Oh God! What is happening to me? An explosive rush swept through her blood. She kept her eyes closed, desperate to ignore the changes in her body, trying to ignore that it was a man like Clint— callous, raw, and totally unlovable—who was turning her on to such a feverish pitch. She struggled to bring her breathing under control, embarrassed when a soft whimper broke the silence.
"Open your eyes," he demanded in a voice hoarse with desire.
"No." The way Sarah figured it, if she didn't look at him, nothing would happen. He couldn't possible know she was so turned on she was burning up with it.
"I'm going to kiss you."
It sounded like a threat. Her eyes flew open. "No!" The firmness she tried to inject into her tone came out weak and throaty, revealing her condition. The savage expression on his face frightened her but not nearly as much as the untamed wildfire racing through her body. His body began to move against her, his hardness fitting perfectly in the damp crevice between her legs. The ache in the lower half of her body became a tangible, almost painful, reminder that she hadn't had a cock in there in a long time. Too long.
"No? Are you sure about that, angel?"
"Yes," she gasped, mesmerized by the smoldering look in his eyes. "I don't think it's wise to complicate things." Not to mention she was scared out of her wits that she'd enjoy it. And she wasn't forgetting the fact he'd already fingered her. She'd never hear the end of it.
"One little kiss doesn't have to complicate anything," he returned with a wolfish grin.
He was actually teasing her—or was he testing her? "We both know that's not all you have on your mind," she pointed out.
"No, but maybe a good fuck will tame that mean mouth of yours. Right now, though, a kiss is all we have time for."
Right now? That insinuated they might have time for a good fuck, later.
#2 Goal for 2012
Cut back on the sugar. I'm a big sweet tea fan but I've started the New Year out by ordering unsweet tea wherever I go somewhere. And since drinks are free here at work I've forced myself to reach for the unsweet tea. Will I eventually cave? Of course I will! I'm not going to be dishonest and say I'll never drink another sweet tea again. There will be times when nothing else will quench my thirst. Remember, I said cut back.
January 4, 2012
Poor Little Bear Cat
He's the little black cat Earl and I share at our Winter Haven home. An indoor cat that somehow got out (Earl has a habit of leaving the door open) the other day and spent the whole night out. The next morning Earl said he heard a faint crying outside and when he opened the door Bear Cat came out from beneath the car. The poor little guy was all chewed up! He had blood on him and some kind of injury to his back. We rushed him to the vet.
They had to sedate him in order to look at his wounds. Then shaved him wherever they located them. Not only did he have a lot of puncture wounds he was scratched deeply in places. I would say by the location of the wounds on his back that he was running away from whatever it was attacking him. The bite marks on his stomach revealed he must have been pinned to the ground at some time during the fight. I felt so bad for him, and so mad at Earl. I can't tell you how many times I warned him about leaving the door open!
Bear Cat has never been out, so therefore he couldn't have been prepared for what could happen to him in the outside world. I hope he got in some good scratches, too, and I'm thankful he still has his claws. Otherwise, it could have been a very different outcome. Unfortunately, we have to look out for any sign of rabies now. His shots were outdated and the vet couldn't give him one because his system was stressed.
After we brought him home from the vet I overheard Earl say to Bear Cat, "did you learn your lesson about wanting to go out?" And I snapped right back, "did you?" You see, Earl had actually thought he'd trained Bear Cat not to go near the door. I was constantly telling him that cats are curious and will do what they want.
Last night as Bear Cat sat at the foot of Earl's chair looking up at him, looking so pitiful with all his bare spots that reveal so much, I glanced at Earl to see he was crying. Then he said, "I did this to him." No words were necessary. I hope they both learned their lesson.
They had to sedate him in order to look at his wounds. Then shaved him wherever they located them. Not only did he have a lot of puncture wounds he was scratched deeply in places. I would say by the location of the wounds on his back that he was running away from whatever it was attacking him. The bite marks on his stomach revealed he must have been pinned to the ground at some time during the fight. I felt so bad for him, and so mad at Earl. I can't tell you how many times I warned him about leaving the door open!
Bear Cat has never been out, so therefore he couldn't have been prepared for what could happen to him in the outside world. I hope he got in some good scratches, too, and I'm thankful he still has his claws. Otherwise, it could have been a very different outcome. Unfortunately, we have to look out for any sign of rabies now. His shots were outdated and the vet couldn't give him one because his system was stressed.
After we brought him home from the vet I overheard Earl say to Bear Cat, "did you learn your lesson about wanting to go out?" And I snapped right back, "did you?" You see, Earl had actually thought he'd trained Bear Cat not to go near the door. I was constantly telling him that cats are curious and will do what they want.
Last night as Bear Cat sat at the foot of Earl's chair looking up at him, looking so pitiful with all his bare spots that reveal so much, I glanced at Earl to see he was crying. Then he said, "I did this to him." No words were necessary. I hope they both learned their lesson.
