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November 28, 2012
M/F Master List of Books (11/30/2012)
Payback: The Men of Firehouse 69
Pub Date: 12/01/2012Editor: P. KnightCover Art: Winterheart Designs
Format: ebook Length: short story
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Soul Seduction
Publisher: Loose Id
Format: ebook ISBN-13: 978-1-61118-441-9
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November 27, 2012
Payback: The Men Of Firehouse 69
Payback: The Men of Firehouse 69 Pub Date: 12/01/2012
Format: ebook Length: short story
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Melanie is having a bad day. She nearly set her kitchen on fire and who comes running to her rescue? Firefighter Andre Wellings, her brother's best friend and her long time crush. Now she has to take a fire safety course with him but something's up and she plans to get to the bottom of this.
When Andre gets the call Mel is danger, he's scared to death of losing the woman he's always admired in secret. Now that she's safe, he breathes a sigh of relief until his teammates begin to tease her. Playing pranks on her when they were kids used to be fun but hurting her now isn't an option.
Caught in a web of lies, Andre shows up to her house with plans to set her straight but Melanie has a different idea. Too many years of having her pigtails pulled by Andre has made her hungry for revenge and now it's time for payback.
November 24, 2012
Caturday: Chester
Do I look comfortable?
November 19, 2012
Payback: The Men of Firehouse 69
Payback: The Men of Firehouse 69
Pub Date: 12/01/2012
Format: ebook
Length: short story
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Hot Shots: The Men of Firehouse 69
Hot Shots: The Men of Firehouse 69
Pub Date: 12/01/2012
Format: ebook
Length: short story
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November 17, 2012
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November 14, 2012
Review: My Fair Dork by Daisy Harris
Title: My Fair Dork: Men of Holsum College Book 8 Author: Daisy HarrisPublisher: Siren-Bookstrand, IncGenre: M/M, Contemporary Erotic RomanceLength: Just right ;) (short Novel)Rating: Highly RecommendedBlurb:They say a guy can never be too hung. Well, Harold Jacobs doesn’t know who they are, but they’re wrong. Socially awkward for as long as he can remember, Harold feels his enormous package is just one more thing to be embarrassed about. Especially once hunky and popular Owen McKenzie notices it in the showers.Owen knows he’s bi, but he keeps that secret close to his chest. He likes Harold, and wants to help him shed his dorky image and maybe even find a boyfriend. Still, Owen can’t stop obsessing about Harold’s equipment. And as much as he doesn’t want to flip-flop on his sexuality, Owen does want to test-drive what Harold has between his legs.Their friendship erupts into full-blown lust. But can Owen accept the loss of his golden-child status and be Harold’s boyfriend? And can Harold outgrow his insecurity in time to keep the man he loves?My review:I don't think I've ever wanted to reach through my iPad and slap a character so much as I did with Owen. Talk about daft. Harold is the nice boy we all want to see fall in love and Owen is the sexy guy who doesn't deserve Harold. College is all about new experiences and finding unexplored avenues but when Owen runs into Harold, there is more than just curiosity about the unknown. There is a spark of attraction between them but Harold is embarrassed about his over sized equipment. All throughout this book, Owen made me want to scream with frustration and I really wanted to tell Harold he could do better. But Ms. Harris wrote a sweet and adorable love story here and at the end, all I could do was smile and wish them both a Happily Ever After. I highly recommend this book for readers who like barely legal college students and a quirky, not so lovable straight jock turned gay paired with an absolutely adorable geek with big cocks.On this tour, Daisy will be awarding a large-size dildo, a scented penis candle, as well as a $20 gift certificate to the winner’s choice of Barnes and Noble or Amazon to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. (WOO HOO!) To follow the tour:
http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/09/virtual-book-review-tour-my-fair-dork.html
November 2, 2012
Review: As Advertised by Jaime Samms
As Advertised is a sweet romance with a great fire between the main characters. They are own their paths when their universes collide at a time that may not be the most convenient but is exactly what they need.
There was something very special about the magic Steven and Tyler created on their own as the book started, creating great backgrounds as Ms. Samms introduced to each character in turn. The book is character driven and focuses on the relationship along with the friendships around the characters.
This book was a slow burn, the chemistry between Steven and Tyler building as they moved through their dramas with exes and hidden pasts. If you are looking for a great drama you can really sink your teeth into, with a splash of hot romance, pick this one up.
Highly Recommended.
As Advertisedby Jamie Samms
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BLURB:
Tyler’s life perked up when he met Jake. So what if long-time friend Marty can’t stand him and his landlady has no use for his new beau. Tyler’s determined not to see the dark side of his lover. It’s his own fault for believing people don’t go around keeping secrets and lying.
Tyler should know better. He’s an ad executive. He knows the packaging is what sells, and Jake is quite a package. His lover is no slouch when it comes to false advertising, either, and when Tyler finds out the truth, it hurts. Weathering Jake’s lies and secrets gets easier with the help of new friends, Libby and Steven. In fact, Tyler figures that maybe a lot of things would get easier with Steven.
Tyler should have known better. Not even someone as seemingly perfect as Steven Jessop is completely as advertised.
This time, though, Tyler has to make a decision. After all, sometimes, even if what you see is not what you get, what Tyler’s uncovered in Steven might just be what he’s always wanted.
Excerpt:
First Kiss
Steven turned to face him and placed his hands on Tyler’s hips. “I had a fantastic night, Tyler.”
Tyler nodded, his butterflies back and brushing delicate, frenetic wings in his throat. Swallowing hard, he moved a step closer. “Me too.”
Steven’s lips, soft and firm on his, sent the butterflies up in a flash of heat, and he opened his mouth to the tongue that flicked against his lower lip. The contact was all too brief. In a moment, Steven was pulling away, stepping back and dropping his arms. “Can I call you?”
Tyler still struggled to gather his spinning wits. “Uh— sure. Yes.”
Steven’s face lit with an expression of pleasure that sent a thread of desire weaving through Tyler.
“Good.” He ran a thumb over Tyler’s close-cropped goatee. The smile slanted a fraction to one side. “I kind of like the feel of this. I imagined I would.”
“Thank you.” The idea Steven had imagined kissing him was even more thrilling than the compliment.
Steven put his hand on the door, but didn’t pull it open right away. “Do you need a cab? I can have Paul call one for you.” He indicated the man behind the counter on the other side of the glass.
“No, thank you.” Tyler found his manners beneath the smoldering nerves and took a few backward steps toward the street. “It’s nice. I can walk.”
“Be careful.” A delicate line delved between Steven’s brows.
“I will.” Tyler raised a hand and turned to walk away. He would have expected disappointment at being left on the street, but Steven stood at the door and watched him walk off, waiting until he reached the corner to wave a final goodbye.
He wasn’t being dismissed, then, and that put the butterflies to rest for good.
October 23, 2012
Today I welcome Jaime Samms to my blog!
Today I'm welcoming Jaime Samms to my blog so.. take it away Jaime!
As an author, what scares me the most?
What if this is the last great idea?
I believe every writer thinks it. Not very many of us will ask it out loud, though. That just makes the possibility too real. You always hear writers talking about their craft as something as fundamental to life as breathing, more important than eating or sleeping. (Not more important than caffeine, though. Don’t get me wrong. We do have our priorities.) But we speak of our stories–our creations–as we speak of our children. With pride, excitement, frustration, but ultimately, with love.We love what we do. We have pride in our creations. Writing is a part of our fibre, DNA, spirit, soul.When we can’t do it, we go a little bit nuts. Someone once told me; for them, not writing was the spiritual equivalent to a bad asthma attack. As though their soul was fighting to take the next breath, to let go of the trapped, stale air, but was, instead, suffocating under an invisible weight.The weight was the weight of nothing: no words. No ideas.And in that moment of wondering if you’ll ever fill up again, who would dare to tempt fate and ask, out loud: “What if? What if the last story was the last great idea I ever have?” No one dares. Not even me, because I didn’t decide to write this blog until I was once again (thankfully) in the spiritual free-fall of a new idea.For me, the binding comes soon after I finish something. For a day or two, my mind rests. I’m free of the guilty feeling of not putting words onto the page and I revel in the pride of a job well done. I let myself feel good about not writing. I enjoy the contentment of having completed a project.Then it begins. I start to feel the emptiness of “what next?” It isn’t that I don’t want to think about what I will write next. I literally can’t. My mind shunts away from looking for new ideas, like a trickster engineer in my brain, continually switching my mental train to a new track for his own enjoyment. It isn’t even that I want to hang onto the previous characters. They have told me their story. I’ve written it down, and they are gone. Moved on. It is me who is trapped on the endless loop of no ideas. The longer and more intense the finished project was, the longer this stage lasts, but every time, it lasts just long enough for panic to set in and I begin to think…”What if…”You would think by now, I should be able to recognize the pattern, and sometimes, I catch on. Sometimes, it isn’t until I am finally well into the next project that I can appreciate the break for what it was. A necessary part of the process. Down time of the soul. Regeneration.But holy hell, is it scary when you’re in it.So if you love a writer, and one day, they look at you, their eyes half-wild and a bit staring, their lips slack, just hug them and whisper in their ear “It isn’t the last one. Don’t worry. You’ll have more stories to write. You’ll be okay.”Trust me on this. You’ll be their hero for recognizing their distress. You can’t fix it, but you can help them not go off the deep end.
All about Jaime:
Jaime has been writing for various publishers since the fall of 2008, although she's been writing for herself far longer. Often asked why men; what’s so fascinating about writing stories about men falling in love, she's never come up with a clear answer. Just that these are the stories that she loves to read, so it seemed to make sense if she was going to write, they should also be the stories she wrote.
These days, you can find plenty of free reading on her website. She also writes for Freya’s Bower, Loveyoudivine Alterotica, Pink Petal Books, Dreamspinner Press and Total E-Bound.
Spare time, when it can be found rolled into a ball at the back of the dryer or cavorting with the dust bunnies in the corners, she's probably spending reading, drawing, gardening (weather permitting, of course, since she is Canadian!) or watching movies. Well. She has a day job or two, as well, and two kids, but thankfully, also a wonderful husband who shoulders more than his fair share of household and child care responsibilities.
She graduated some time ago from college with a Fine Arts diploma, with a major in textile arts, which basically qualifies her to draw pictures and create things with string and fabric. One always needs an official slip of paper to fall back on after all....
Website | Facebook | Livejournal | Deviantart | Twitter | Amazon Author page
Jaime and Wild Child Publishing will be awarding a $10 Wild Child Publishing GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.Please follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better are your chances of winning. Jaime's tour dates can be found here: ttp://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2012/09/virtual-book-tour-as-advertised-by.html
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As Advertisedby Jamie Samms
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BLURB:
Tyler’s life perked up when he met Jake. So what if long-time friend Marty can’t stand him and his landlady has no use for his new beau. Tyler’s determined not to see the dark side of his lover. It’s his own fault for believing people don’t go around keeping secrets and lying.
Tyler should know better. He’s an ad executive. He knows the packaging is what sells, and Jake is quite a package. His lover is no slouch when it comes to false advertising, either, and when Tyler finds out the truth, it hurts. Weathering Jake’s lies and secrets gets easier with the help of new friends, Libby and Steven. In fact, Tyler figures that maybe a lot of things would get easier with Steven.
Tyler should have known better. Not even someone as seemingly perfect as Steven Jessop is completely as advertised.
This time, though, Tyler has to make a decision. After all, sometimes, even if what you see is not what you get, what Tyler’s uncovered in Steven might just be what he’s always wanted.
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Thanks to Jaime for stopping by!
October 12, 2012
The last leg of my journey... or also known as the THIRD LEG!
Day 9: Our last full day in Southport...
Yeah, I wish.
I've given up on sex and writing. So souvenir shopping can take the place of that, right?
NO.
How about instead some really fucking amazing Italian food? We go to a place called Prezzos and we have a wonderful lunch. Highly recommended.
It's our last day in Southport and the whole time, other than seeing hubby's Grandparents, we haven't been into the City Centre. I can't tell you how mad I am about this but damn, it's a big reason I came to England.
I'm sorta pissed but there's nothing I can do now. We rush about getting last minute souvenirs and then head to hubby's mum's house for a delish dinner and down the hatch go my methotrexate pills.
I'm out of coffee creamers too so it's time to head for home.
Meep. :(
Day 10: Now it's time to say goodbye... October 4
You're not leaving, right?
Yeah. It's time to start our journey back home. We're all packed. I'm going to miss my lovely MIL but I'm not coming back until we can have a door. Minimum requirement. :)
Anyway, we drag our bags back to the Rail and low and behold, our train breaks down. (Or at least that's what they said because that bitch booked out of there when we vacated the train)
So stuck on a platform with all the rest of our train goers, we wait for the next train with our load of bags. Now, once we board the train, a woman with a pram (stroller) grabs the area reserved for priority seating for those who have mobility needs.
She acted like we weren't there (even though my husband was stumbling around with his cane) and when I asked her to move, she ignored me. I really lost my temper on her and my husband had to hold me back, which turned into a wrestling match with him when his bad knee gave way as the train took off. I almost left the train in a fit of rage at the next stop but waiting another fifteen minutes would only put a crimp in our travel plans.
Anyway, she left but had much difficulty getting off the train since our bags had magically boxed her in. *innocent whistle* When my husband sat down, his poor knee wouldn't bend. I almost had a screaming fit.
(Note: when I'm on my methotrexate day, because I'm not feeling well, I tend to get angry easier. I usually fairly easy going.)
Anyway, the rest of the train ride wasn't too bad but the Midland trains seemed to run late and break down every time we rode on them, even when I headed to meet up with RJ Scott.
AND OMG!! I met RJ! *spin*
It was lovely to meet her and her family, even though I was totally knackered from traveling. I wish I had pictures but my phone was lost in my bag and dude, I wasn't thinking straight on my methotrexate.
While I was hanging with RJ, hubby was hanging with his BFF. It was good to see Little Dave. :)
Day 11: Sorta boring but a welcome boring. October 5
After a yummy brekkie, I go back to bed for more sleep. I'm exhausted and thirsty. Hubby brings me back two massive bottles of Evian and I officially love him!!! :D
Who knew my love could be bought so cheaply?
So now that I know the value of a door, I will treasure them always. :) I took a big nap and then got ready for a dinner out with Hubby's dad and family.
It's been six years and my hubby's brother and sister are so big now! They're teenagers and... oh god, they all know about my writing. *hides under the table* I don't think I've ever turned that red. I guess hubby's dad asked for help in googling me.
No worries! We have a forward thinking family. I think. :D
Day 12: London bound. Oct 6
After waking up and having another nommie brekkie buffet (and sneaking a sausage sandwich back to the room for hubby) we head out to London for our last full day in England. We're alone in First Class on the train all the way to Euston and we chat about missing home all the way down.
I mention his man cave and he rattles on about it and I agree with him. Except that last part wasn't "Fortress of Divinity", instead he said "Fortress of Virginity" Anyway, I pointed out that wasn't true because it's been a long time since he was a virgin and he has a bad ass man cave.
Anyway, at London Euston, I nearly was run over by a crazy cabbie but I had three bags and a purse. Fucking bite me, okay? Don't mess with Texas.
So we go to the Intercontinental Park Lane. O.O Wow. I've stayed in some nice hotels but nothing like this. I kept thinking we were in the wrong hotel. But this hotel was WOW. Like Pretty Woman... except I'm not a hooker. Wait, I think I wrote a book like that.
The bar. We tend to see a lot of bars in our travels.
Anyway, I rest up for the fabulous dinner we have planned at Shogun's. So much has changed in my life since I was here last. I got married, wrote a book, lost my mom, my aunt and two grandparents, my sister, and a cousin. And this place doesn't look any different and the menu is still fabulous and I almost made myself sick again eating all that was on my plate.
Last time, we stayed in the hotel the restaurant is attached to. Tonight, we stayed in super luxury. And life will continue to change but it's good to know, some things will stay the same.
Day 13: Heading home! YAY!#!@! Oct 7
I haven't been this excited to see my home since... well my last vacation. Let's face it. We're homebodies. My idea of a vacation is shutting off my phone and checking my messages when I feel like it. So no more trips to... wait. I'm going to GRL.
I'M GOING TO GRL!?!?! I forgot about this. It's nine days away. 9 DAYS AWAY!?!
Oh God. Well it's 6am London time and I keep thinking it's 1am Orlando time. Fuck. Well anyway, we head to Gatwick and got on a broken train. *sigh* but we made it there. We go upstairs to the First Class check-in and we have our tickets.
I swear to goodness, traveling first class out of Gatwick is worth it for the special security checkpoint. We were the only ones in there and there was jazzy music playing. Snazz!
Anyway, we hit the first class lounge where I starting on my foraging for the day with Eggs Benedict. Yum! I also do a little bit of shopping for everyone, including Mary Calmes. :)
When I come back, I ask how much longer it will be until the Orlando flight boards, because it's nearly boarding time on our pass. The lady says not for another half hour. Well that's odd. I should have just gone at the point so we could have a leisurely stroll and board when we felt like it but I listened to her.
BIG MISTAKE! We almost missed our flight!
When we leave the lounge, it says the gate is closed. We thought "That can't be right" so hubby starts running with his cane but I can't keep up. I tell him to run ahead and let them know to hold the plane.
They were calling our names for us to check in or risk the plane leaving. Anyway, we are the last people to get scanned in but it took me a few minutes to catch my breath. I had no time to get situated before we took off. I was mad.
And then we are leaving and flying in the air! Bye London.
Why is Titanic on this map?I know my boy is from Liverpool, but seriously...
Across from us, there was a couple and hey reminded me of Hubby and I but twenty years from now. They were cutie!
Next to them was a gay couple that was adorable! I hearted them!
As nice as first class was, it's still nine hours in a tin can. No matter what you do, you're still trapped up there with not much to do.
Except maybe eat scones?
Fortunately, I took it out on my manuscript.
For eight hours, I pounded away at my computer and I'm so close to being done with Dangerous Submission. I'm loving these changes!
But I loved being home with my kitties even more! I missed them so much. OMG. Love them!
4362 miles since my last check-in? Holy shit!
Again, they knew right away it was me and Cheddar started meowing and Milly wouldn't come out until she knew it was me.
I'M NEVER LEAVING AGAIN!!
GRL! OMG. It's nearly here!
Good thing I have swag! :)
All in all, at the end of the day, it's good to be back home. There was so much to do and so much to see. I love seeing my MIL (I promise to be a good DIL) and Father-in-Law and Nan and Grandad and BFFs. It's good to go but it's so nice to come back home.
That's all folks! :D Tune in next time, which is hopefully a long time from now, when Lori goes on vacation and does whatever the fuck she wants to do! :D Sayonara!
Yeah, I wish.
I've given up on sex and writing. So souvenir shopping can take the place of that, right?
NO.
How about instead some really fucking amazing Italian food? We go to a place called Prezzos and we have a wonderful lunch. Highly recommended.
It's our last day in Southport and the whole time, other than seeing hubby's Grandparents, we haven't been into the City Centre. I can't tell you how mad I am about this but damn, it's a big reason I came to England.
I'm sorta pissed but there's nothing I can do now. We rush about getting last minute souvenirs and then head to hubby's mum's house for a delish dinner and down the hatch go my methotrexate pills.
I'm out of coffee creamers too so it's time to head for home.
Meep. :(
Day 10: Now it's time to say goodbye... October 4
You're not leaving, right?
Yeah. It's time to start our journey back home. We're all packed. I'm going to miss my lovely MIL but I'm not coming back until we can have a door. Minimum requirement. :)
Anyway, we drag our bags back to the Rail and low and behold, our train breaks down. (Or at least that's what they said because that bitch booked out of there when we vacated the train)
So stuck on a platform with all the rest of our train goers, we wait for the next train with our load of bags. Now, once we board the train, a woman with a pram (stroller) grabs the area reserved for priority seating for those who have mobility needs.
She acted like we weren't there (even though my husband was stumbling around with his cane) and when I asked her to move, she ignored me. I really lost my temper on her and my husband had to hold me back, which turned into a wrestling match with him when his bad knee gave way as the train took off. I almost left the train in a fit of rage at the next stop but waiting another fifteen minutes would only put a crimp in our travel plans.
Anyway, she left but had much difficulty getting off the train since our bags had magically boxed her in. *innocent whistle* When my husband sat down, his poor knee wouldn't bend. I almost had a screaming fit.
(Note: when I'm on my methotrexate day, because I'm not feeling well, I tend to get angry easier. I usually fairly easy going.)
Anyway, the rest of the train ride wasn't too bad but the Midland trains seemed to run late and break down every time we rode on them, even when I headed to meet up with RJ Scott.
AND OMG!! I met RJ! *spin*
It was lovely to meet her and her family, even though I was totally knackered from traveling. I wish I had pictures but my phone was lost in my bag and dude, I wasn't thinking straight on my methotrexate.
While I was hanging with RJ, hubby was hanging with his BFF. It was good to see Little Dave. :)
Day 11: Sorta boring but a welcome boring. October 5
After a yummy brekkie, I go back to bed for more sleep. I'm exhausted and thirsty. Hubby brings me back two massive bottles of Evian and I officially love him!!! :D
Who knew my love could be bought so cheaply?
So now that I know the value of a door, I will treasure them always. :) I took a big nap and then got ready for a dinner out with Hubby's dad and family.
It's been six years and my hubby's brother and sister are so big now! They're teenagers and... oh god, they all know about my writing. *hides under the table* I don't think I've ever turned that red. I guess hubby's dad asked for help in googling me.
No worries! We have a forward thinking family. I think. :D
Day 12: London bound. Oct 6
After waking up and having another nommie brekkie buffet (and sneaking a sausage sandwich back to the room for hubby) we head out to London for our last full day in England. We're alone in First Class on the train all the way to Euston and we chat about missing home all the way down.
I mention his man cave and he rattles on about it and I agree with him. Except that last part wasn't "Fortress of Divinity", instead he said "Fortress of Virginity" Anyway, I pointed out that wasn't true because it's been a long time since he was a virgin and he has a bad ass man cave.
Anyway, at London Euston, I nearly was run over by a crazy cabbie but I had three bags and a purse. Fucking bite me, okay? Don't mess with Texas.
So we go to the Intercontinental Park Lane. O.O Wow. I've stayed in some nice hotels but nothing like this. I kept thinking we were in the wrong hotel. But this hotel was WOW. Like Pretty Woman... except I'm not a hooker. Wait, I think I wrote a book like that.
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The bar. We tend to see a lot of bars in our travels.
Anyway, I rest up for the fabulous dinner we have planned at Shogun's. So much has changed in my life since I was here last. I got married, wrote a book, lost my mom, my aunt and two grandparents, my sister, and a cousin. And this place doesn't look any different and the menu is still fabulous and I almost made myself sick again eating all that was on my plate.
Last time, we stayed in the hotel the restaurant is attached to. Tonight, we stayed in super luxury. And life will continue to change but it's good to know, some things will stay the same.
Day 13: Heading home! YAY!#!@! Oct 7
I haven't been this excited to see my home since... well my last vacation. Let's face it. We're homebodies. My idea of a vacation is shutting off my phone and checking my messages when I feel like it. So no more trips to... wait. I'm going to GRL.
I'M GOING TO GRL!?!?! I forgot about this. It's nine days away. 9 DAYS AWAY!?!
Oh God. Well it's 6am London time and I keep thinking it's 1am Orlando time. Fuck. Well anyway, we head to Gatwick and got on a broken train. *sigh* but we made it there. We go upstairs to the First Class check-in and we have our tickets.
I swear to goodness, traveling first class out of Gatwick is worth it for the special security checkpoint. We were the only ones in there and there was jazzy music playing. Snazz!
Anyway, we hit the first class lounge where I starting on my foraging for the day with Eggs Benedict. Yum! I also do a little bit of shopping for everyone, including Mary Calmes. :)
When I come back, I ask how much longer it will be until the Orlando flight boards, because it's nearly boarding time on our pass. The lady says not for another half hour. Well that's odd. I should have just gone at the point so we could have a leisurely stroll and board when we felt like it but I listened to her.
BIG MISTAKE! We almost missed our flight!
When we leave the lounge, it says the gate is closed. We thought "That can't be right" so hubby starts running with his cane but I can't keep up. I tell him to run ahead and let them know to hold the plane.
They were calling our names for us to check in or risk the plane leaving. Anyway, we are the last people to get scanned in but it took me a few minutes to catch my breath. I had no time to get situated before we took off. I was mad.
And then we are leaving and flying in the air! Bye London.
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Why is Titanic on this map?I know my boy is from Liverpool, but seriously...Across from us, there was a couple and hey reminded me of Hubby and I but twenty years from now. They were cutie!
Next to them was a gay couple that was adorable! I hearted them!
As nice as first class was, it's still nine hours in a tin can. No matter what you do, you're still trapped up there with not much to do.
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Except maybe eat scones?
Fortunately, I took it out on my manuscript.
For eight hours, I pounded away at my computer and I'm so close to being done with Dangerous Submission. I'm loving these changes!
But I loved being home with my kitties even more! I missed them so much. OMG. Love them!
4362 miles since my last check-in? Holy shit!
Again, they knew right away it was me and Cheddar started meowing and Milly wouldn't come out until she knew it was me.
I'M NEVER LEAVING AGAIN!!
GRL! OMG. It's nearly here!
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Good thing I have swag! :)
All in all, at the end of the day, it's good to be back home. There was so much to do and so much to see. I love seeing my MIL (I promise to be a good DIL) and Father-in-Law and Nan and Grandad and BFFs. It's good to go but it's so nice to come back home.
That's all folks! :D Tune in next time, which is hopefully a long time from now, when Lori goes on vacation and does whatever the fuck she wants to do! :D Sayonara!
