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Thought this was cute!

True story from a Kansas State Highway Patrol officer: I made a traffic stop on an elderly lady the other day for speeding on U.S. 166 Eastbound at Mile Marker 73 just East of Sedan , KS . I asked for her driver's license, registration, and proof of insurance. The lady took out the required information and handed it to me. In with the cards I was somewhat surprised (due to her advanced age) to see she had a conceal carry permit. I looked at her and ask if she had a weapon in her possession at this time.

She responded that she indeed had a .45 automatic in her glove box. Something---body language, or the way she said it---made me want to ask if she had any other firearms. She did admit to also having a 9mm Glock in her center console. Now I had to ask one more time if that was all. She responded once again that she did have just one more, a .38 special in her purse. I then asked her what was she so afraid of. She looked me right in the eye and said, "Not a damn thing!"

I've Always Liked Spiders!

I don't know why. And I hate killing them. The only reason I do is because I'm afraid it might be a brown recluse or a black widow. I've heard horror stories about them! Or, I'm afraid they'll get on the kids. I read somewhere that every spider is poisonous. The other day at work there was a huge spider in a huge web. It was beautiful but very frightening because of the size. I mean, it was big enough that I could see the eyes. I made sure to stand back far enough because I was afraid it would jump on me. Then I saw the article below. Good to know. However, this particular spider was right next to an over grown wooded area, and could very well have been one of those jumping spiders!



That Nasty, Hairy Spider on the Wall is Going to Jump on You any Second Now
In the United States, there is only one family of spider, called Salticidae, that is capable of jumping, and these spiders are not commonly found in houses (they prefer forests). Generally, spiders do not seek people out and attack them. It's not in their nature. Spiders are only going to crawl across you if they're headed somewhere and you're in the way. As for the hairiness—what can I say? They are indeed hairy. But personally I find them to be quite darling.

We have a guest today!

Hi, everyone. I'm so happy to be at Romance with an Attitude today! My thanks to Tory Richards for inviting me to her house to play.


Every writer sets limitations on what they write, especially romance writers, because face it – we write about love, and sex is a big part of a healthy, loving relationship. I actually started out writing mainstream romance – the kind with little or no sex on the page. Since none of that stuff has been published, you can see how well that worked out for me. I hadn't read much erotic romance, and I didn't think I would ever be comfortable writing explicit sex scenes.

Then one day, I had an idea. It started out as a way to occupy my brain on family cruise. There's lots of down time on a cruise, which is of course the point of cruising, but my brain isn't used to all that inactivity. This idea took hold, and when I returned home to my computer, I began to write the story of a young dot com millionaire who owns a hedonistic cruise ship.

I'd never written anything like it in my life. I blushed and fanned myself as I wrote scene after scene of very explicit sex. I laughed at my own reaction, and kept writing. Whatever limits I'd put on my writing sank to the bottom of the ocean as THE LUST BOAT sailed out of dry dock and into publication. Since then, I've come to terms with my erotic writing.

As the Lothario (aka The Lust Boat) sailed again, and again, I broke through more of my self-imposed limits. I've explored a wide variety of sexual fantasies and fetishes, and tackled a few stereotypes along the way, among them the stereotypical dominatrix and her submissive man. For that one, I've stepped off the cruise ship onto dry land in STILL TAKING CHANCES.

I'm sure there may be people like Mary Beth Winters, but I've never seen anyone like her in romantic BDSM literature. She's cute, petite, and could easily pass for the stereotypical girl next door. Only Mary Beth has a toy chest filled with the most wicked toys, and she knows how to use them. Then, there's Elgin Huddleston, an alpha male by anyone's standards. Until he met Mary Beth, he's never served a dominatrix who demands his complete surrender, or one capable of earning it. It's an epic struggle, with lives, hearts and reputations on the line.

So, what won't you find in one of my books? Boring, narrow-minded, or stereotypical characters. I try to make my characters someone you would like to know in real life, then I give you a glimpse at what makes them unique, whether it' s a kinky sex life, a heart of gold, or a first class brain. And if they have hot steamy sex often, then more power to them!

I'd love to hear what makes a character memorable for you. Leave a comment, or drop me a line via one of the links!


Author Bio –

Roz Lee has been married to her best friend, and high school sweetheart, for over three decades. These days she splits her time between their home in rural New Jersey, and Southern California, where her husband works. Even though she's lived on both coasts, her heart lies in between, in Texas. A Texan by birth, she can trace her family back to the Republic of Texas. With roots that deep, she says, "You can't ever really leave."
Roz and her husband have two grown daughters they couldn't be more proud of, and are currently raising a ten-year-old Labrador Retriever, Betty Boop, who isn't aware of her canine heritage.When Roz isn't writing, she's reading, or traipsing around the country on one adventure or another. No trip is too small, no tourist trap too cheesy, and no road unworthy of traveling.



Blog: http://www.authorrozlee.blogspot.com/ Website: http://www.rozlee.net/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/authorrozlee Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/Iwriteromance Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/rozlee Shelfari: http://www.shelfari.com/rozlee Linkedin: http://www.linkedin.com/pub/dolores-maroney-roz-lee/21/650/8a0

Blurb –

After a mission in a South American jungle goes wrong, DEA Agent Elgin 'Hud' Huddleston returns to his boyhood home to lick his wounds. Despite his better judgment, Hud is drawn to the woman across the street, a petite Dominatrix with a freeze your balls off name.

Mary Beth Winters packed away her toys and put the BDSM lifestyle behind her years ago when she realized the men she dominated didn't need her as much as she needed them. But when a troubled bad-boy, Elgin 'Hud' Huddleston, moves in across the street, she dusts off her toy box and risks her heart to help him heal.


Excerpt -

Her eyes raked over him and he had the impression she was mentally undressing him as thoroughly as he'd undressed her in his mind. Something about her perusal made him want to squirm, but he held still. "Do you always wear black?"

"Yes, Mistress." Yeah, he could play this game. She jumped off the high stool she'd been sitting on, and walked around the worktable. He followed her with his eyes, admiring the curve of her legs and the fine bones in her feet and ankles. She stopped and dug around in a large pink canvas bag that sat on the end of the flower-print covered sofa along the long wall opposite the door. His heart almost stopped beating when she pulled out a serious looking set of leather handcuffs and a length of chain. Whoa there! Where the hell did she get those? All the fight went out of him.
"Hold out your hands."
Hud allowed her to fasten the cuffs around his wrists. She hooked them together with a short length of chain that looked like it came from a hardware store. If he twisted his hands around, he'd be able to unfasten the cuffs, he reasoned, as panic threatened to set in. He was momentarily distracted by the sweet curves of her ass as she walked away from him. She picked up a step stool and dropped it next to his feet. "Take your shoes off."
He toed his shoes off and kicked them to the side. When he looked up from his task, Mary Beth was on the step stool, a head above him. In one hand, she held an S hook attached to a chain and pulley, the other she reached down to him. "Give me your hands."
Hud swallowed hard and lifted his shackled hands. For the first time, he thought he might have underestimated Mary Beth Winters. She looped the chain at his wrists through the hook, and with a hand on the pulley chain, she jumped off the stool. Hud watched in dawning horror as she pulled the chain tight enough to make his shoulders burn and secured the pulley chain to a hook on the wall, well out of his reach even if he had his hands free. He cursed under his breath. How had he missed the chain pulley overhead? If he'd been on a mission, a mistake like that would mean he'd be dead.
Make sure you leave a comment folks! The author is giving away a copy of the book KINKY CUPCAKES to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour, and a $10 Amazon GC to the blog host with the most comments.

Welcome Scarlett Scott

I'm pleased to announce Scarlett Scott will be spending the day with us here and sharing an excerpt and blurb on her new release. She'll also be talking about how she came up with the title! Something not always easy to do.
Scarlett Scott writes sexy historical and contemporary romances. She lives with her hero and their adorable but occasionally evil puppy.
Blog: http://scarscoromance.blogspot.com Twitter: @scarscoromance

The feared art of the book title
I'm finally finished writing a book. I've worked hard on researching, writing, plotting, editing, and revising. I've read it and reread it. Now there is only one dreaded thing left to do. Give it a title. Ugh.
To be honest, one of my least favorite parts of writing a book is finding a title. It's nerve-wracking. This is the title all my hard work will be known by forever. Giving your book a title is kind of like getting a tattoo. You better like what you chose because it's not easily removed.
A title is really quite important, I've discovered. Readers like attention-grabbing titles and cover art. The cover art is out of my hands. The title? Not so much. It's all up to me to create something clever. Something that fits the book. Something my publisher can happily live with. How on earth do I do that?
I've had different strategies for different books. For Reprieve, for instance, I wanted a title that embodied the entire premise of the book. Sophie is saved by Trevor in more than one way, so Reprieve seemed a good fit. The title for A Mad Passion was inspired by a quote by Oscar Wilde. I've also used character dialogue when coming up with titles. But all too often, my poor books are known as the name of a character until I finish writing them and finally decide on a real title. Reprieve went by Sophie and Trevor for quite some time!
Thanks for letting me drop in. I look forward to chatting.


Blurb -
It's been a year since Sophie lost her husband and daughter in a car wreck but time hasn't healed her wounds. A desperate choice leads her to Trevor, the handsome stranger who saves her life and leaves her wanting more than just a few steamy kisses.


Trevor is content living the fast-paced life of a successful NYC entrepreneur. The last kind of complication he needs is a troubled woman like Sophie. But he's immediately drawn to her even if his bachelor instincts scream for him to run.

As Sophie struggles to fight her growing feelings for Trevor, she's torn between her past and the future. Somehow, she has to find the strength to finally let go and move on with a man who is everything she never thought she wanted.


Excerpt -
"Sophie, I want to kiss you."


His grip on her waist tightened, pulling her body into contact with his. Every inch of his muscled form pressed into her softness. Her breath left her lungs in a faint whoosh. The feel of him against her was so arousing, so right. His arousal pressed against her abdomen.
"Do you want me to kiss you, Sophie?" Trevor's warm breath fanned her lips.
"No. Yes." She blinked. "I don't know."

She couldn't do this. Peter's memory deserved better than this, her pawing some stranger in the kitchen. He had been such a good, kind man. He deserved better.
But even as the thoughts swirled through her mind, she was pressing closer to Trevor, basking in his heat and touch. She ran her hands up his arms, then down over his chest, enjoying the ripple of powerful muscles beneath her fingertips.
Trevor's lips were half an inch from hers, on the brink of the kiss she so desperately craved. All she had to do was lean into him.
"Kiss me, Sophie."
She hesitated for the briefest second, then leaned forward, brushing her lips hesitantly over his. He groaned, his hands roaming over the small of her back in a caress. The chaste kiss deepened as Trevor angled his lips over hers, applying just enough force to make her want more.

There's a $10 Amazon.com gift certificate offered up by the author folks so make sure you leave a comment and follow the tour. The more you comment the more chances you have of winning! The tour dates can be found here:  http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2011/08/goddess-fish-promotions-is-organizing.html  
Good luck!

Monday Man Candy

 I've never seen an iron and iron board look so good! Lucky iron board:)

While driving home from work the other day I saw somethin...

While driving home from work the other day I saw something on the side of the road ahead of me. As I got closer it moved and I was able to make out a flash of brown and white. Then, I caught my breath as a beautiful bald eagle took flight. So close yet so far. It was majestic. Any time I see wild life along the road I smile, and a warm feeling invades my being. In a flash the stress of a long day, or being in heavy traffic goes away.
The sight reminded me of my cruise to Alaska a few years ago. We saw hundreds of bald eagles during that ten days. Did you know that if you're caught with a bald eagle feather, even one you've picked up off the ground, that you can be fined $10,000? At least that's what we were told. Before going to shore everyone was given a brief education of the dos and don'ts with regard to any wild life we might encounter.
I've had friends say they've seen eagles here in Florida, but that was my first. I usually see small deer or wild pigs, and the occasional alligator. I'm constantly searching out the tree top nests where Osprey, a smaller bird of prey that resemble the eagle, makes its home. Seeing that grand bird spread his wings and take off made my day.

INBREAD CAT

An old man, a boy and a donkeywere going to town.The boy ...

An old man, a boy and a donkeywere going to town.The boy rode on the donkey and the old man walked.


As they went along they passed some people who remarked, "What a shame the old man
is walking and the boy is riding."
The man and boy thought maybe the critics were right, so they changed positions.
Later they passed some people whoremarked, "What a shame....he makes that little boy walk." So they then decided they'd both walk!
Soon they passed some more peoplewho remarked, "They're really stupid to walk when they have a decent donkey to ride."
So, they both rode the donkey.
Now they passed some peoplewho shamed them by saying, "How awful toput such a load on a poor donkey."

The boy and man figured they were probably right,
so they decide to carry the donkey.
As they crossed the bridge,they lost their grip on the animal
and he fell into the river and drowned.

The moral of the story?
If you try to please everyone,

you might as well...
Kiss your ass goodbye!

Hey all, just in case some of you haven't noticed the lin...

Hey all, just in case some of you haven't noticed the links above I've made some changes to my blog. I'm in the process of combining my website with my blog so that you only have one place to go to see everything your heart desires. It's still a work in progress but feel free to explore. Eventually my website will no longer exist.

Monday Man Candy

 Let's see...aren't some of them wearing dog tags? With the ocean behind them and those hard, hot bodies I say they're navy seals on a secret training mission:)