Riley Murphy's Blog
August 7, 2017
We have the piggie salt and pepper shakers, the green apple candle, the Star Force game, Newman’s own mint tin, a dove dark chocolate bar (I added those two for the last items) and the Amazon gift card!
And the winner is????
*Insert drumroll here*
Congrats! I will email you with the details!
As always guys! Thanks for playing…
August 2, 2017
That would be a big NOPE!
I actually wrote this post yesterday, but it disappeared, so imma going to rewrite it.
It probably won’t be as funny. Dammit!
I was telling you guys about my mom, Honey, me & the game show Jeopardy. We love watching the show with her because she thinks we’re great at it.
Which we’re not.
She does a big thumbs up or gushes over how smart we are when we get an answer.
The question, “Who’s buried in Grant’s tomb?”
I say Lou, and she says, “That’s great. Close, but it was Ulysses S.”
July 29, 2017
First things first. I’ll get the bad…or, in my case, sad over with before we get to the happy. A Honey story. Yay!
For those of you who’ve been following my blog for a while you know I’m fairly consistent when it comes to publishing books and doing posts, right? So you were probably wondering why I’ve been a little lax with both those endeavors over the past several months.
The short answer?
*Looks right at you* It’s no joke. Here I am wondering why I was feeling so unlike myself and boom! One hair test later I find out I have a rather large problem. I nearly flipped when I got my very expensive and independent panel done. I was convinced that everything would check out. It’s no wonder when the lab called right away to tell me (that’s law by the way) I nearly passed out.
Honey, of course is freaking out. I haven’t seen the poor guy this distraught since I went into labor with our son.
July 12, 2017
Okay, so Honey and I were having one of our infamous chats about the universe and something interesting came up. Actually, *Looks right at you* several interesting things came to my attention, but I am going to focus in on just one.
An EMP attack of global proportions.
I know, deep, right?
For those of you who aren’t familiar with the term, it’s an Electromagnetic pulse attack that would basically wipe out our infrastructure. No electronics, no sewer, no electric, no water…yeah, no nuthin’ we’d be living like the cavemen in no time. *sigh* I hate to ponder about these things, but sometimes you have to.
*Thinks for a second* Then? *Points at you*
This doesn’t mean you can’t make the solution be one that is fun and uplifting to think about.
Honey calls this “my making Lemon meringue pie out of a watermelon moment”, but whatever.
So here’s the conversation:
I say, “You know I was thinking about imminent global threats today and this one came to me.”
“Oh boy.” He sat down and lifted a brow at me. “Am I going to need a drink, or will this just have me buying more life insurance?”
Haha! The latter was always a good idea. “No seriously. I was thinking about an EMP attack and it made very, very sad.”
Now both his brows went up. “I’d be devastated. No electronics? I’m the one who watches TV.”
Yeah, yeah, that was true, but for this conversation, I didn’t want to focus in on the fallout details. Hollywood and every Debbie downer on the planet had those things covered. I wanted to envision an upside to the end game of this kind of attack – any kind of attack actually. So I said this to him and funny enough – he was interested.
“An upside to societal breakdown? I gotta hear this and don’t tell me Batman arrives to save the day or that aliens land and stop the war.” He shook his head. “And don’t frown. I know you too well so I know how your writer’s mind works.”
*Raises my hand to you and acknowledges, guilty! I’m always inventing possible plot scenarios that cover just about any outlandish or fanciful thing* NOT that I was going to admit this to him.
May 29, 2017
I had to share. This had me LMAO!
Okay, so here’s the deal. We’ve had a boatload of company lately hence the slow blog posts being published – but we’re having fun with family so it’s all good. Anyways, Honey and I rented a pontoon boat and took the gang to a beautiful natural spring a few hours from where we live. We got to see/swim with all kinds of great wildlife (Lots of manatees) birds, fish, etc.
It was a wonderful day. Seriously. Great company and beautiful weather. So, when the day was over I was ready to fall into bed. Only? Honey was standing at the double doors to our room waiting for me.
*Looks right at you*
Honey doesn’t usually do this. We have a routine, you know? And this wasn’t part of it. So when I see him, here’s the conversation.
“Hey, is everything okay? What’s up?”
I shut the blinds on one of the sliders and ask, “For?”
“You. You gotta see this.”
So there I am heading into our room thinking the poochie, who has her own king-size doggie bed that I fluff for her every
Spoiled? Don’t ask. But I digress…
I stopped when I got into the room and saw that Honey hadn’t undressed. There I was thinking, Hmm…I bet I know where this is going. Inwardly I smiled and had that female attitude vibe happening when I coyly ask, “Okay, lover, what’s up?”
He flashes one of his patented smiles and says, “This.”
That’s when he takes off his shirt and I see the front of him. No word of a lie, people. He’s as red as a delicious apple from his broad shoulders to hips he’s one huge fireball. “Oh, boy.” I may have said that, but I was thinking, “Good, Lord, do we have some Noxzema in the house?”
I was just about to go find out when he announces in a deep and very husky voice, “Tonight, darlin’, you’ll be sleeping with Hellboy.”
Hahaha! True in every sense of the word. Actually, truer would have been Furnace-Boy – holy moly was he a bastion of boiling heat all night. *Le sigh* I found myself hugging the edge of the bed to keep away from the flames. Funny thing was, I kept teasing him during the day on the boat because he’d put the sunscreen on so thickly all over himself, he looked like Casper the ghost until the lotion was absorbed. How the heck did he wind up lobsta-red???
Upside? We now have enough money to visit all seven celestial planets at the end of the year on account of the swear jar being filled to overflowing. Between Honey and all my guests? Yup, I’ve been making out like a bandit on that score.
May 4, 2017
I bet you didn’t think that was possible…but it is!
Anyways, still working away on things here and had to laugh. Last night Honey and I were watching a movie, and well, maybe I should backtrack a little. Remember how I told you guys that I had the swear jar being loaded up for our trip to Mars at the end of the year? You know, because Honey swears a lot *looks right at you* now that I’m counting it’s a gargantuan amount.
The point is he keeps filling the jar, sometimes he shoves in extra dough for future disobedience. *Lifts brow at you* Yeah, that doesn’t please me. I finally came to the conclusion that the only thing I’m accomplishing here is another savings account. *Le sigh.”
What to do…? *Taps index fingernail on front tooth* What. To. Do?
Enter the lightbulb moment here.
Quite calmly, during a commercial, of course, I’m not that much of a witch with a b in front of it to make him miss the show — I tell him the money thing isn’t working.
Here’s the conversation.
“I’ve been thinking about the swear jar project and I’ve decided we’re going to have to switch things up a little.”
He kind of side-eyes me and says, “Oh?” It was the type of Oh that said, “Nah, nah, nah. I won!”
Aggravating? Don’t ask.
So I side-eye him right back. “Yes. I’m afraid if I don’t do something soon, you’re going to have our grandson swearing like a pirate by the time he’s five and I can’t have that so…”
Now I have his attention. He turns to look directly at me. “So? What are you scheming now?”
“No scheme.” I lied. It was a scheme and darn good one too. “I’ve just decided to put a moratorium on the cash jar, and exchange your penalty for conversations.”
He scowled while suspiciously eyeing me at the same time. My bliss? Yeah, it was soaring when he said, “Um…What now?”
“My conversations that is. You know the ones. About all my crazy theories and questions and what do call them? I can’t say because then I’d owe the jar, but a big pile of BS, that’s what. Anyways,” I rushed on as he looked ready to freak out. “Here’s the deal. Every time you swear, I’m marking it down and with each breaking of the law I get to have a conversation with you about one of my BS thoughts.”
Him in rapidly fire questioning mode. “Is there a time limit?”
I shake my head.
“Are there parameters on the level of the types of swear words I use?” (I could bore you with the details here and spell out the list of blasphemies he ran down, but I won’t). You’re welcome.
April 23, 2017
Okay, I want a show of hands. How many people have heard of Operation Gotham Shield?
Yeah, me neither until a few days ago when someone on my twitter feed dropped a link. Love my Twitter friends! Anyway, for those of you who don’t know – this is a USA military drill exercise where they are going to pretend that a nuclear threat of 4 bombs have been discovered in 4 different locations across America. Two of these bombs will be terminated by our crack military people and two will -unfortunately (pretend) to explode. One over NYC and the other near the Canadian border.
Here’s the link: https://youtu.be/sz8gHF1kxYc
And here’s the conversation I had with Honey about it:
Imagine me pacing back and forth and frowning as I try to come up with a good “break the ice” intro into this one. *leans in to whisper* If you’re new to my blog and Honey stories, I should tell you the man doesn’t like to talk about covert operations, anything to do with ghosts, and nothing to do with our military doing training exercises after 911. Did I mention that they were doing a drill exercise – on the very day that the planes hit the towers? They were. Even more stunning is that the drill focused on hijacked planes hitting the twin towers. This is why Honey doesn’t like to think about that.
I think about everything. Yeah, I’m probably that person who would sit next to you during a scene from a scary movie and explain how they could have made the images scarier. Drives Honey nuts.
Yay! I live to make Honey bonkers! Poor Honey.
Let me set the scene. Honey and I sit down to have our afternoon chat and I decide on the old “ripping the band aid off” strategy about broaching the subject.
“I can tell you had a great day. You’re home early.”
As expected he took a deep breath in and then let it out as if he was kind of deflated. “Do I want to know what that is? Remember I told you that I’m trying to destress? I stopped listening to the radio during the day and you know I watch my how-to videos and documentaries at night.”
And there’s me blinking not at all. “Yeah, yeah. I know. You want to know what Gotham Shield is. Trust me.”
After he agreed to listen, and I explain it to him, he shook his head and said, “This is right up there with Jade Helm.”
Hm. I probably should have asked if you’ve heard of that military project. Not that Honey and I discuss these things at lengths. We don’t. But we do shoot the breeze about the weird stuff going on in the world once in a while that has no basis in regular old common sense.
Here’s the link on Jade Helm. Reader’s Digest version? The military played war games for two months during 2015 in a few states. Some people weren’t happy about it either…but back to our conversation.
Thinking about the other military drill, in 2001 I said, “I’m praying that this Gotham Shield doesn’t have any reality thrown in. It better not.”
We’re both silent for a few seconds and then Honey nods. “Me too. Maybe we should insist all of Congress fly to New York at the beginning of the week and hold hands around the statue of Liberty while singing Kumbaya repeatedly.”
I would have laughed, but seriously, I was still mulling over the idea because maybe we should do that,
March 10, 2017
February 6, 2017
This is Caleb White and Genevieve Talbot’s story.
She saved his life and in return, she wants his hand in marriage
Silence for several seconds and then…?
With a scowl, he sat forward and put his cell down on the end table. Then he collected his cane and got up to go investigate. The minute he exited his room, he scowled.
He’d been right about the sound. It was a slap/smack combo. But what the ever-living-hell was the woman doing?
Scratch that. What was she wearing?
Right now Genevieve stood with her back to him giving him a perfect view. And what a view. The globes of her ass shone right through the sheer black bikini undies she had on. Her hair and shirt were wet, while she seemed to be waiting. No, collecting herself, for what, though?
“Come on, come on, come on.” That’s all she said when she shook her arms out at her sides as though she was shaking off water and then took a running jump at her bedroom door frame. Caleb didn’t know what to ogle first. Her legs, nice and shapely, her ass, nice and curvy, or her chest that bounced, despite the wet T-shirt clinging to her torso. He went with the latter as she landed abruptly facing him, only a few feet further from him now.
Her nipples were so hard they clearly showed through the tissue-thin material of her top.
“Oh!” She gasped. “Caleb, I didn’t know you were there.”
It took all the strength he had to tear his gaze away from her breasts, but when he did he was struck by how calm she was. It pissed him off because currently a massive amount of heightened adrenaline was ripping through him. His every instinct was to hunt, capture, and claim. “What are you doing?”
Her serene expression vanished, and in its place was concern. “Do you have a cold? Are you sick? You sound a little hoarse.”
No. Not ill. His frustration just made him sound as if he’d swallowed some glass. “I asked you a question.”
“I got locked out. I’ve been trying to reach the pin at the top of the door to open it.”
He glanced at the pinnacle of the door frame and immediately spotted the silver object laying there. Without a word he stepped forward, reaching for it. “Here,” he said, and when she accepted the needle-like object with a smile, he frowned. “Mighty convenient that you got locked out of your room in a wet T-shirt and a pair of see-through underwear.”
He turned and had taken no more than a few steps when he heard the pop of the lock sound before her door bashed against an inside wall. Clearly, she’d opened it. “And what is that supposed to mean, Caleb?”
He stopped and pivoted back around to face her. She was probably used to the men in her life who ate this kind of manipulative shit up. Not him. “That you purposely dressed that way to entice me.”
She glared and then lifted her chin. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
She glared harder.
What was going on here? This was the part where she was supposed to apologize for pulling this kind of submissive sexist thing on him. “Apologize.”
“Alright.” She may have agreed, but it didn’t sound like it. In fact, it didn’t look like it either when her eyes sparkled with hellfire. “I’m sorry that the skies opened up and I had to run outside to save the hay I bought for the roses. Far be it from me to spoil your…your…your hall walking with my scanty attire because I slipped in the muddy patch in the vegetable garden and after I left my pants in the laundry room downstairs to wash later, I came up here to find my door locked. If only it hadn’t been raining. If only my pants hadn’t been so muddied. If only my door hadn’t been locked and if only I’d been a foot and half taller like you so I could reach this—” She threw the pin at him, and while he let go of his cane to catch it she finished her speech rather calmly, “Then you could have walked down these halls without being offended by my see-through lingerie.”
She hadn’t moved a muscle to hide any part of herself or her less than modest attire. So even though he was irritated that she was getting to him, he did respect her unbending confidence. “It wasn’t your kick-ass panties that I found offensive. It’s your flying-in-the-face of no modesty when you’re around me that puts a burr under my saddle. Aren’t you supposed to be a sub for Christ’s sakes?”
One minute he was growling out that nonsensical question and in the next, he moved forward. He didn’t know what he was going to do until he did it.
He dropped the metal pin, trying to ignore the small ting it made when it hit the hardwood, and pulled her in his arms. She was cold. He felt the goose bumps riding her flesh and when he bent and captured her mouth with his, he imagined her chill being chased away by the flames that licked at him.
Hot and consuming.
She melted so beautifully against him that he wanted more. He wanted her closer. Pressed against— “Fuck.”
They abruptly hit the wall when his leg gave out. Fortunately, he was able to cushion the jarring move, at least for her when he made sure his body stayed between her and the wall.
This was not how things were supposed to go on so many levels. It wasn’t.
He tried to temper his growl but failed.
“No. Caleb. Wait…”
But it was too late. Already he managed to set her apart from him when he bent to pick up his cane. He was halfway to his room when she raised her voice. She’d never raised her voice to him before. Not even a few moments ago when she was furious over his accusation. It brought him up short and made him stop and turn. He opened his mouth, ready to tell her he had to go. That she had to leave him alone, but then he saw that wet T-shirt, those nicely rounded breasts cradled so spectacularly in the revealing fabric and words he hadn’t counted on uttering sailed right off his tongue. “Take it off.”
One arm crossed over the other when she found the hem of her shirt and lifted. Her breasts bounced, hypnotizing him as she dropped the garment to the floor. He didn’t want to move, so only his eyes did when their gazes met.
Calm. She was the very epitome. Hang on. There was an odd gleam in her eyes.
Was she silently challenging him? He didn’t think so, but he had to ask. “Why did you do it?”
She raised a brow, and he loved it.
“I meant, why did you take off your top?”
Not one drop of hesitation in her reply, “Because you told me to.”
That hit him like a trough of smelling salts under the nose. “I’m not your sir.”
“Good thing, Caleb. I would hate to have to point out to my sir how he’d just insulted me.”
She bent, snatched up her top, and walked into her room. Although he was a good five feet away he still felt as if she’d slammed the door in his face. What the actual fuck? How had he insulted her?
She was crazy.
But then as he made his way back to his own room with visions of her without her top and those sexy bikini bottoms on, and he realized two things. Any man leaving a woman who looked like her standing alone when she was half naked and willing was insulting, and too, the fact that he had? Made him the crazy one. Not her.
We’re working on a release day “Build-a-giveaway”! Have you seen these guys? They’re salt and pepper shakers. Caleb bought a set for Genevieve because she makes him do “Chopped” kitchen nights in the story – so I’m giving a set away.
Next up to add to the build-a-giveaway is a 25.00 Amazon gift card!
We have a couple of more weeks where I will be adding some great things, so be sure to subscribe (if you haven’t already) when you do you’re automatically entered for a chance to win. But then if you leave a comment each time I add a new blog with a new item I add your name again to the hat for more chances to win!
Thanks for stopping by and check this out! It’s the latest teaser.
February 1, 2017
So, um…you notice anything different about me? LOL! When THE WILD ONE started to move on Amazon’s Bestselling list Honey told me that it would reach #1. I said, “No Way.”
To which he responded, “Yes way!”
That’s when we decided to settle the dispute in a very adult and mature way. If I won he had to go to the corner of the street in our neighborhood with a sign that read, MY WIFE IS ALWAYS RIGHT AND I SHOULD NEVER MAKE A BET WITH HER, or if he won, I swore to post two pictures of me in the pink hair. *Looks right at you* long story about the pink hair, but I’ll give you the Reader’s Digest version. I bought the hair to surprise Honey – unfortunately, when it came it was more neon than a pale pink, so it surprised him alright! Especially when I flicked on the black light. Heheh.
I look so sad, don’t I? I was. You wanna know why? It was the first time I ever put on false eyelashes. If you look real close you’ll see one of them landed half way up my lid and got glued there. *Shakes head* I have a whole new respect for women who put those suckers on more than once in a lifetime, I can tell you that. Oh, and I put on the black shirt so I’d be a floating neon head when Honey was treated to the black light effect. Sounds awesome, doesn’t it?
Yeah, no, it wasn’t. Trust me. Poor Honey.