Tory Richards's Blog, page 207
September 3, 2011
HAPPY LABOR DAY WEEKEND EVERYONE! I hope you have a safe ...
HAPPY LABOR DAY WEEKEND EVERYONE! I hope you have a safe holiday. If you're lucky like me, you get an extra day or two off.
Tootles!
September 1, 2011
A motorcycle rider on the interstate clipped the back of ...
A motorcycle rider on the interstate clipped the back of a truck, was thrown off and then ran over by on-coming traffic Tuesday. The person who ran over him didn't stop. It was dark and they say he/she probably didn't even know what they hit. The accident was horrific. My daughter got caught up in the traffic and when she came to the scene said she thought it was several people killed because there were several areas covered up. We later found out it was just the one man. It was a gruesome shot later of a lone man walking around with a red bio hazard bag picking up what you can only imagine.
The story reminded me that I've known two people who were killed riding a motorcycle. One wasn't wearing a helmet and the head trauma was too severe. The other was a hit and run victim, and the husband of one of my best friends. Her story of how she found out was horrible in itself.
She'd gone to bed that night, knowing her husband was stopping off at one of his favorite places to unwind and spend some time with the boys. On his way down the mountain he was hit and killed. She thought it was strange when she woke the next morning and he hadn't come home. When she went to the door to see if his bike was in the driveway a card fell to her feet. The coroner tried knocking on the door during the night but when there was no answer he left his card in the door.
My friend fell apart as you can imagine. She said she knew immediately. She called the number and simply asked if her husband was deceased. They confirmed and told her what happened, apologising for leaving their card in the door. I just can't imagine someone doing that. How insensitive and detached they must be. Either that or they've never lost a loved one.
To this day they haven't found the driver of the vehicle that killed him, but they know who he is. He's been in hiding.
The story reminded me that I've known two people who were killed riding a motorcycle. One wasn't wearing a helmet and the head trauma was too severe. The other was a hit and run victim, and the husband of one of my best friends. Her story of how she found out was horrible in itself.
She'd gone to bed that night, knowing her husband was stopping off at one of his favorite places to unwind and spend some time with the boys. On his way down the mountain he was hit and killed. She thought it was strange when she woke the next morning and he hadn't come home. When she went to the door to see if his bike was in the driveway a card fell to her feet. The coroner tried knocking on the door during the night but when there was no answer he left his card in the door.
My friend fell apart as you can imagine. She said she knew immediately. She called the number and simply asked if her husband was deceased. They confirmed and told her what happened, apologising for leaving their card in the door. I just can't imagine someone doing that. How insensitive and detached they must be. Either that or they've never lost a loved one.
To this day they haven't found the driver of the vehicle that killed him, but they know who he is. He's been in hiding.
August 31, 2011
No...I don't have a new book out. Though I wish I did wi...
No...I don't have a new book out. Though I wish I did with a cover as hot as this! Just trying to help out a fellow author friend on release day. Blountville, Tennessee: Bestselling erotic romance author, Destiny Blaine, has a new book release from Resplendence Publishing. The long awaited Mary Had a Little Problem promises ménage romance readers a page-turning romance filled with hot love scenes and an unforgettable love story. Order your copy of Destiny's romance of the year—Mary Had a Little Problem is out today: http://www.resplendencepublishing.com...
Book Information:
Mary Worthington is a widow, or at least, she should've been. A former Navy Seals wife, her husband is killed in combat and Mary has a difficult time accepting the fact her husband isn't coming home. Without a body to bury or witnesses to tell her what happened, there's no way Mary can put the past to sleep until someone provides her with the truth about her husband's final hours.
Trying to step out and socialize once again while pursuing facts about her husband's death, Mary is introduced to Brock Taylor, a hard-core ladies man dedicated to the Marines and sharing himself with any woman who wants a piece of one. That is, until he meets Mary, a woman he's known about through a past acquaintance.
Mary and Brock fall in love, plan a wedding in the Great Smoky Mountains, and well, things could've been headed toward a happy ending. However, six months after Brock finally wins Mary's hand, Mary's deceased husband reappears. And Mary wonders if she'll be forced to give up one man in exchange for the other.
Excerpt
"The next time you try and set me up with some hardcore, sexy-as-all-fucking-hell military prick, I swear to God, I'm gonna—" "Anna told me how to get here," Brock interrupted her rant as soon as the door was pushed all the way back. "Fuck my life," Mary muttered, thinking she'd never seen a hotter man than the one in front of her. Even Luke would have a difficult time measuring up to Brock, and that was saying a lot. Stop it right now, she thought. She didn't have the right to gawk at this stranger like he was a packaged adult delivery for an overnight stay. "This is not happening to me." Brock winked, a devilish grin marking a permanent place on his face. "Prick? Really? Is that the best you can do?" She released a troubled sigh. Apparently, he missed the compliment laced through that warm greeting. "Why are you here?" She saw the attitude coming from a mile away. "I was afraid someone might try to set you up with some hardcore, sexy-as-all-fucking-hell military prick. I'm here to save you." "From myself?" she asked, meaning she needed all the help she could get since she had the open-mouth-insert-foot concept down to a perfected science. "Should I take that to mean you're interested?" "What do you want?" she asked, ignoring his underlying insinuations. "An invitation inside would be a nice start." "Why?" "Maybe because it's the polite thing to do, especially after you spoke so passionately about me.""The last time a soldier stood in my doorway, he brought bad news with him. Would you invite that into your home, Mr. Taylor?""Depends on what you consider bad news, Mary. And please, call me Brock. We'll do better in the end if we start out with first names." "What's that supposed to mean?" "You think you could stand my answer?" Mary propped her hands on her hips. "Depends. Think you can handle rejection?"
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August 30, 2011
August 29, 2011
I recently blogged over at Reviews by Molly and offered u...
I recently blogged over at Reviews by Molly and offered up an autographed copy of : CUPID'S ARROW, IT'S ALL IN THE JEANS or THE SENATOR'S DAUGHTER. Congratulations Diane! You're the lucky winner. I'll be in contact with you:)
Monday Man Candy
They're so purty! Like Viking warriors! The kind who conquer and ravish:)
August 28, 2011
Bah!
Had to go in to work this morning. Will be a short day if I have my way. Stayed up late watching syfy like an idiot! Coffee might help. I hope y'all are having a wonderful weekend.
August 27, 2011
LOL...I was cuddling with my granddaughter in bed this mo...
LOL...I was cuddling with my granddaughter in bed this morning and we were talking when she said, "Grandma can you talk with your mouth shut? Your breath stinks!" 
August 26, 2011
This Broke My Heart
Navy SEAL Jon Tumilson lay in a coffin, draped in an American flag, in front of a tearful audience mourning his death in Afghanistan. Soon an old friend appeared, and like a fellow soldier on a battlefield, his loyal dog refused to leave him behind. Tumilson's Labrador retriever, Hawkeye, was photographed lying by Tumilson's casket in a heart-wrenching image taken at the funeral service in Tumilson's hometown of Rockford, Iowa, earlier this week. Hawkeye walked up to the casket at the beginning of the service and then dropped down with a heaving sigh as about 1,500 mourners witnessed a dog accompanying his master until the end, reported CBS.
