Tory Richards's Blog, page 215
June 12, 2011
HE'S PISSING ME OFF!!!LOL...good friend Nancy just emaile...
HE'S PISSING ME OFF!!!
LOL...good friend Nancy just emailed me thinking something was missing on my original post above, so I thought I should clarify why the HE'S PISSING ME OFF comment. Someone on my staff was irritating me...royally...and I had to vent somewhere.
LOL...good friend Nancy just emailed me thinking something was missing on my original post above, so I thought I should clarify why the HE'S PISSING ME OFF comment. Someone on my staff was irritating me...royally...and I had to vent somewhere.
HE'S PISSING ME OFF!!!
HE'S PISSING ME OFF!!!
June 11, 2011
What a terrible night I had! I finished up a coffee drink...
What a terrible night I had! I finished up a coffee drink right before turning off the TV. Duh! It's funny, I can drink tea all day and it doesn't bother me.
Thank goodness this is my sy-fy Saturday and I can take a nap later if I want to.
Thank goodness this is my sy-fy Saturday and I can take a nap later if I want to.
Book Wenches gives The Promise a Great Review!
Rated 4 by Bobby D. Whitney
I was captivated by the Hayes family in this story. Ms. Richards has imbued them with color and energy and humor, and I found myself believing in them and enjoying the dynamic that exists between the married siblings.
The sexual tension that exists between the two main characters in The Promise is well-executed and intense. The love scenes exhibit enough heat to fog your glasses, steal your breath, and make you sweat. Don't be surprised if you find yourself yearning for a cool breeze as you read them, because these two lovers have enough chemistry between them to make you believe in spontaneous combustion.
Readers looking for a combination of sweetness and sensuality will find that The Promise fulfills those expectations. This Christmas-themed story has enough warmth and humor to entertain, sufficient sensuality to spice things up, and a heart-catching storyline that will fully involve your emotions.
Read the whole review here: http://www.bookwenches.com/june11reviews.htm#750026628
I was captivated by the Hayes family in this story. Ms. Richards has imbued them with color and energy and humor, and I found myself believing in them and enjoying the dynamic that exists between the married siblings.
The sexual tension that exists between the two main characters in The Promise is well-executed and intense. The love scenes exhibit enough heat to fog your glasses, steal your breath, and make you sweat. Don't be surprised if you find yourself yearning for a cool breeze as you read them, because these two lovers have enough chemistry between them to make you believe in spontaneous combustion.
Readers looking for a combination of sweetness and sensuality will find that The Promise fulfills those expectations. This Christmas-themed story has enough warmth and humor to entertain, sufficient sensuality to spice things up, and a heart-catching storyline that will fully involve your emotions.
Read the whole review here: http://www.bookwenches.com/june11reviews.htm#750026628
June 10, 2011
Two More Days!
Hey my friends! The blog tour for The Promise is almost over! Below is the schedule. Each blog will have a different post or interview from me. And as you can see there's a prize involved! So be sure and leave your comments.
I will be giving away a $15 gift card to Bath and Body to one randomly drawn commenter and to the host with the most comments, not counting my or the host's own comments.
6/1/2011 Lisa Haselton's Reviews and Interviews
6/2/2011 Realmantic Moments
6/3/2011 Book Junkie
6/6/2011 Delaney Diamond
6/7/2011 Sizzling Releases
6/8/2011 Alisha Paige
6/9/2011 Cali Cheer Mom
6/10/2011 Theresa Stillwagon
6/13/2011 Sugarbeat's Books
6/14/2011 D. Renee Bagby Presents First Chapters
Good luck!
WHOOHOO!
Another great review just came in from Happily Ever After Reviews !
HER HANDS ON MAN is everything a short story should be. From the beginning, you have ingrained chemistry between the characters, aided by their conflicted past, and a fast paced race to the finish. From the get-go, the energy between Ivy and Jake is positively electric.
FOUR TEACUPS!
June 8, 2011
Well, I think I'm finally loosing my taste for McDonald's...
Well, I think I'm finally loosing my taste for McDonald's Hazelnut iced coffee. The last time I bought one, I shared half of it with my niece;)
EXCERPT - THE PROMISE
"We can move if you like. It's no bother, really."
Ryan glanced at his bed, visualizing her lying there, hair spread out around her. Only she wasn't alone. He was there with her, they were naked, and making love. Twisting like wild animals among the sheets. Damn! The tingle in his cock warned him he was getting a hard on. How many times in the last five years had he turned hard just thinking about Shannon? How many times had he fantasized about sliding into her soft body and screwing the hell out of her?
Without warning, a burning spasm raced down his injured leg, paralyzing him with intense pain. He dropped his bag and reached for the doorjamb to keep from falling, and grit his teeth to hold back a groan. The doctors said in time the spasms would go away but in the meantime he was at their mercy, never knowing when one was going to hit. Praying that it was one he would be able to handle like a man.
"Ryan!"
He could hear the alarm in her sharp whisper. She rushed towards him as she'd done in the kitchen. This time she ignored him when he motioned her back. She pried him away from the doorjamb, draped his arm across the back of her naked shoulders and led him toward the bed to sit down. She thought she was helping. But as she started to lower him another stab of blinding pain jerked him out of control and he fell back with a savage groan, dragging Shannon down with him.
"Oh hell!" he said sharply, sucking in his breath as the pain became almost too much to bear. He tried to recall what the therapist had said. He closed his eyes and sucked in slow, deep breaths, releasing them slowly. It didn't seem to help. He clenched his hands into the bed.
"Ryan?" Shannon whispered with obvious concern in her tone soft tone. "Tell me what's wrong, what I can do to help. It's obvious you're in terrible pain."
He was surprised and thankful she wasn't angry for her current situation. The last thing he needed was to have a squirming, indignant woman on top of him. "Just don't move," he ground out between his teeth, terrified she'd jar his throbbing thigh. It felt as though someone was pushing a hot poker through his flesh.
She complied, barely breathing against him. After a few seconds, the spasm gradually let up and he was able to relax beneath her. Ryan quickly became aware of other things. Like what it finally felt like to have the woman he wanted sprawled on top of him, in nothing but a towel.
"Do you need something?" she asked innocently.
Yeah, but he'd bite off his tongue before telling her he wanted to fuck her until neither of them could walk. Ryan was aware of every inch of Shannon. The weight of her full curves, the sensuous scent the enveloped her freshly washed body, the softness of her skin where he gripped her upper arms. And God help him he could feel her sweet breath against his neck as it warmly caressed his flesh. He inhaled deeply, praying for strength.
Everything about Shannon sharpened his arousal into a painful knot of desire. He had to get her off him soon or she was going to find out what she was doing to him.
"Ryan?"
He opened his eyes. Was it his imagination or had her pupils dilated? "I'm sorry if I hurt you, Shannon."
"You didn't, and I think you're the one who's suffering," she whispered with compassion. "What happened?"
There was no way he was going to continue lying there with Shannon splayed out on top of him and try to hold a normal conversation with her. It wasn't humanly possible.
"Do you think we can have this conversation later?"
"Of course. How can I get off you without causing you further pain?"
Ryan glanced at his bed, visualizing her lying there, hair spread out around her. Only she wasn't alone. He was there with her, they were naked, and making love. Twisting like wild animals among the sheets. Damn! The tingle in his cock warned him he was getting a hard on. How many times in the last five years had he turned hard just thinking about Shannon? How many times had he fantasized about sliding into her soft body and screwing the hell out of her?
Without warning, a burning spasm raced down his injured leg, paralyzing him with intense pain. He dropped his bag and reached for the doorjamb to keep from falling, and grit his teeth to hold back a groan. The doctors said in time the spasms would go away but in the meantime he was at their mercy, never knowing when one was going to hit. Praying that it was one he would be able to handle like a man.
"Ryan!"
He could hear the alarm in her sharp whisper. She rushed towards him as she'd done in the kitchen. This time she ignored him when he motioned her back. She pried him away from the doorjamb, draped his arm across the back of her naked shoulders and led him toward the bed to sit down. She thought she was helping. But as she started to lower him another stab of blinding pain jerked him out of control and he fell back with a savage groan, dragging Shannon down with him.
"Oh hell!" he said sharply, sucking in his breath as the pain became almost too much to bear. He tried to recall what the therapist had said. He closed his eyes and sucked in slow, deep breaths, releasing them slowly. It didn't seem to help. He clenched his hands into the bed.
"Ryan?" Shannon whispered with obvious concern in her tone soft tone. "Tell me what's wrong, what I can do to help. It's obvious you're in terrible pain."
He was surprised and thankful she wasn't angry for her current situation. The last thing he needed was to have a squirming, indignant woman on top of him. "Just don't move," he ground out between his teeth, terrified she'd jar his throbbing thigh. It felt as though someone was pushing a hot poker through his flesh.
She complied, barely breathing against him. After a few seconds, the spasm gradually let up and he was able to relax beneath her. Ryan quickly became aware of other things. Like what it finally felt like to have the woman he wanted sprawled on top of him, in nothing but a towel.
"Do you need something?" she asked innocently.
Yeah, but he'd bite off his tongue before telling her he wanted to fuck her until neither of them could walk. Ryan was aware of every inch of Shannon. The weight of her full curves, the sensuous scent the enveloped her freshly washed body, the softness of her skin where he gripped her upper arms. And God help him he could feel her sweet breath against his neck as it warmly caressed his flesh. He inhaled deeply, praying for strength.
Everything about Shannon sharpened his arousal into a painful knot of desire. He had to get her off him soon or she was going to find out what she was doing to him.
"Ryan?"
He opened his eyes. Was it his imagination or had her pupils dilated? "I'm sorry if I hurt you, Shannon."
"You didn't, and I think you're the one who's suffering," she whispered with compassion. "What happened?"
There was no way he was going to continue lying there with Shannon splayed out on top of him and try to hold a normal conversation with her. It wasn't humanly possible.
"Do you think we can have this conversation later?"
"Of course. How can I get off you without causing you further pain?"
What do you think about when you look at this picture?
What do you think about when you look at this picture?
June 7, 2011
I'm not sure this works but I thought I'd pass it on anyw...
I'm not sure this works but I thought I'd pass it on anyway. You never know!
A woman's experience with burns . . ..
Some time ago I was cooking some corn and stuck my fork in the boiling water to see if the corn was ready. I missed and my hand went into the boiling water.... A friend of mine, who was a Vietnam vet, came into the house, just as I was screaming, and asked me if I had some plain old flour... I pulled out a bag and he stuck my hand in it. He told me to keep my hand in the flour for 10 minutes which I did. He said that in Vietnam, there was a guy on fire and in their panic, they threw a bag of flour all over him to put the fire out...Well, it not only put the fire out, but he never even had a blister!!!!
... Long story short, I put my hand in the bag of flour for 10 mins, pulled it out and did not even have a red mark or a blister and absolutely NO PAIN. Now, I keep a bag of flour in the fridge and every time I burn myself. *Cold flour feels even better than room temperature flour.
I use the flour and have never ONCE had I ever had even a red spot/burn mark, or a blister! I even burnt my tongue once, put the flour on it for about 10 minutes ... the pain was gone and no burn.
Try it . . . Keep a bag of flour in your fridge and you will be happy you did!
BTW, don't run your burn area under cold water first, just put it directly into the flour for 10 minutes.
Can anyone back this process up?
A woman's experience with burns . . ..
Some time ago I was cooking some corn and stuck my fork in the boiling water to see if the corn was ready. I missed and my hand went into the boiling water.... A friend of mine, who was a Vietnam vet, came into the house, just as I was screaming, and asked me if I had some plain old flour... I pulled out a bag and he stuck my hand in it. He told me to keep my hand in the flour for 10 minutes which I did. He said that in Vietnam, there was a guy on fire and in their panic, they threw a bag of flour all over him to put the fire out...Well, it not only put the fire out, but he never even had a blister!!!!
... Long story short, I put my hand in the bag of flour for 10 mins, pulled it out and did not even have a red mark or a blister and absolutely NO PAIN. Now, I keep a bag of flour in the fridge and every time I burn myself. *Cold flour feels even better than room temperature flour.
I use the flour and have never ONCE had I ever had even a red spot/burn mark, or a blister! I even burnt my tongue once, put the flour on it for about 10 minutes ... the pain was gone and no burn.
Try it . . . Keep a bag of flour in your fridge and you will be happy you did!
BTW, don't run your burn area under cold water first, just put it directly into the flour for 10 minutes.
Can anyone back this process up?
