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October 11, 2013
Not Just Skin & Bones! Rifter Fic! Fenn/Saimura! Yesss! #fanfic #rifter #ginnhale
by melissen
Not Just Skin & Bones: Takes place after the bath scene in Chapter 91 of the The Rifter. There just isn’t enough of these boys for me, so I made more.
I’m pretty sure that stone_princess speaks for all of us when she says that there isn’t enough Fenn/Saimura for anyone! Go! Read!!
October 10, 2013
Grief, or Love Is Hard (& Not Potatoes) #grief #music
I was going to update you all on the rosacea and potatoes experiment (1, 2) but I feel like today’s results are skewed by the fact that I just cried in my car after leaving a baked ham with my aunt who lost her mother yesterday. Crying, like, oh, everything else about living an actual life outside of a moist damp stress-free room, is one of those things you shouldn’t do if you have rosacea because it causes it to flare. Which, given the state of my face, was obviously exactly what I needed. And it’s only going to be worse because I also have a funeral to go to tonight which means a) more crying, and b) make-up. Wearing make-up of any kind is against the rules of my face and thus it will flip out even more.
But my face is not what I wanted to post about. I think this is classic avoidance. Probably because I don’t want to cry again.
My aunt cried and hugged me today. I’ve never seen my aunt cry. She told me this was the hardest thing she’s ever been through and asked me how I made it through my grandmother’s death. We talked and when I left, my own tears started. It hurts a lot to see someone you care about grieving. I wished so hard that there was something I could do that would help my aunt. But then I remembered this song, and I realized that this is part of love. Love is hard because it can tear us apart and if it was easy, then it wouldn’t have meant anything at all.
It kicks so hard it breaks your bones
cuts so deep it hits your soul
tears your skin and makes your blood flow
it’s better that we know
that love is hard
Cultural Discussion of Lack of LGBT Romantic Portrayal and What Can You Do? #gay #lgbt #photography
Braden Summers is asking the question why there isn’t more portrayal of romance in LGBT portraits and is determined to do something about it.
“ALL LOVE IS EQUAL is a photography campaign that illustrates one perspective on what love and romance within the gay community could look like in a future, more accepting time. The images focus on culturally diverse couples and locations to emphasize the dream; the aspiration of finding acceptance for gay and lesbian couples globally. From the perspective of the media and high-end advertising, it might appear that the western world is largely pushing for gay marriage equality while other countries fight to prevent couples from ending up in jail after a public exchange of affection. This campaign goes beyond the current fundamental differences of what gay rights look like in different cultures and attempts to normalize the presence of gay and lesbian couples everywhere. There is a lack of hopeful, romantic, dreamy visuals to communicate the love that exists in this community. The photographs will be relatable to the general public by being images of exaggerated beauty first, and illustrations of gay and lesbian couples second; work you won’t want to look away from.”
Read more and watch a video of him explaining the cultural issues involved and what’s at stake HERE. Then help fund his way to make more beautiful pictures like these! I gave generously and hope it is used well!
October 9, 2013
The Rosacea and Potatoes Experiment – Update 1 #potatoes #rosacea
Potatoes, potahtoes, heal my face with your magical properties, oh, starchy one!
Rosacea several hours after potato and coconut oil experiment. It’s sort of calmed down. I, however, clearly have lost all sense of vanity to be posting this. What with the coconut oil in my hair and my eye looking as though it shall wander off my face, not to mention my somber expression, this is a terrible picture. Oh, well, who cares? (I’d just spotted a cat outside the window who looked lost.) But, yes, so far the experiment seems to be proceeding well. More potato and coconut oil tonight, I say!
To refresh your memory, this is how my skin looked several hours ago. Hmm, maybe I’m the only one who can see a difference in the pictures. My husband and mother both said it looked much calmer after the new crazy-ass treatment. It’s probably the coconut oil over the potato, but who knows? I’m always one for muddying the results of an experiment, so I shall continue to use them together! Onward!
Got Rosacea? I’ve Got A New Crazy Alternative Treatment To Try! #potatoes #rosacea
So, not-so-excellent sources tell me that potatoes are good for reducing inflammation in skin and for acne. They are perhaps best known for getting rid of warts. I have not read anywhere, however, about using them on rosacea. So! What do I have to lose? I already look like a crazy clown half the time. See below. That’s my actual cheek right now. No make-up. Yes, I know.
I went home today for lunch and put raw potato on my cheeks and then added coconut oil over it to soothe. I’ve read mixed reports on the effectiveness of coconut oil on rosacea, but, again, what do I have to lose? At least it doesn’t burn or itch like so many other things doctors have recommended for my face.
Yes, I’ve seen a dermatologist. Yes, I’ve tried MANY medications. Yes, I’d be open to trying new medications. So, fill me in on your latest and greatest if you’ve got some.
By the way, this was my no-make-up skin before rosacea. It’s also about eight years old, because that’s how far back I have to go to find pre-rosacea pictures.
I know I’ll never have skin like that again–so lovely! so smooth! so pale!–but I’d love to not look like a crazy clown or a drunk. I don’t even drink anymore (because of migraines). Oh, woe. Face. Face, face, face. Why have you betrayed me so?
Here’s a face shot of what I look like today. To be entirely fair, my rosacea is super flared up right now, and most of the time it calmer than this, but why don’t I just go for the gold here and show my face at its worse?
Anyway, I’ll keep you in the loop on the potato experiment. I’ll let you know how it goes. Perhaps in a few days I’ll be posting, “OMG DO NOT PUT POTATOES ON ROSACEA!” Or maybe I’ll have made a break-through! At the worst, I’m funding some potato farmers, right?
AND, YES, I HAVE BEEN TO A DERMATOLOGIST! I promise. Many times, even. A lot, one might say. Hopefully you aren’t permanently emotionally scarred by the sight of my face. As for me? I can’t promise that.
Kleve and Miller – Sweet & Steamy – Rafflecopter #giveaway
Sweet ‘n Steamy Blog Tour
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Book Title: Jilted
Author: Kara Leigh Miller
Publisher: Books to Go Now
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 9.15.2013
Length: 49K
Heat Rating: Hot
Book Blurb:
Amy and Brett have been friends since they were kids; and their friendship has withstood the test of time. But can it withstand Brett’s fiancée, Vanessa?
Brett Hudson has often wondered what it would be like to be more than Amy’s friend, but when he’s chosen as the newest professional dancer on Dancing with the Stars, he meets Vanessa, one of the shows costume designers and it’s a whirlwind romance that ends in a wedding proposal. As the big day draws closer, Brett begins to think that marrying Vanessa might be a bad idea. She wants him to give up Amy. Completely. Will he give up his best friend for the woman he’s supposed to marry?
Amy King is heartbroken to learn that Brett is marrying another woman. But, when Brett is jilted at the altar, he begs Amy to go on his honeymoon with him. A week on a tropical island with her best friend, the man she’s fantasized about for years is a dream come true for Amy. But when Brett suggests crossing the line from friends to lovers, Amy is reluctant. Will she risk years of friendship for one night of passion?
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Excerpt:
“It’s because you go for the wrong type of guy,” Brett said matter-of-factly, pouring a third shot down his throat. “Those muscle bound jocks are all bark and no bite. They look good on the outside, but they’re a mess on the inside.”
Amy threw a piece of ice at him and laughed. “And the goody two shoes, school teacher types you date are much better?”
“Nope.” He grinned. “Which is why we’re both still single.”
She sighed. “Yeah, so much for my dream of having kids.”
“You’re young. I’m sure you’ll find someone.” He drank his last shot and chased it with his beer.
“I’m thirty, Brett. By the time I find a man, date him, and get married, I’ll be an old hag with no viable eggs.”
The thought of Amy finding a man to marry and have kids with didn’t sit well with him. He couldn’t stomach the thought of losing her. “I’ll tell you what.” He leaned across the table and pointed at her. “Three years from now, if neither of us are married, I’ll marry you and give you as many babies as you want.” Brett’s words were slurred. Yup. He was definitely drunk. He wouldn’t have made that proposition otherwise.
“Yeah right.” Amy rolled her eyes. “You and me? That would be like fucking my brother. Thanks, but no thanks.”
He flinched at her words. “You think of me as your brother?” That bothered him a lot more than it should, especially considering he’d never once thought of her as a sister.
She shrugged. “We’re best friends. How else would I think of you?” Amy glanced away, and then set her gaze on him again. “Why? How do you think of me?”
Oh shit! He hadn’t expected the conversation to backfire on him like that. What was he supposed to tell her? That he thought of her as a best friend that he wanted to fuck? No, he definitely couldn’t tell her that. “As a friend, I guess. I don’t know. It’s not like I sit around and think about how I should think of you. You’re Amy.”
“And you’re drunk.”
“Maybe a little.” He grinned. “So, do we have a deal or what?”
Author Bio:
Kara is a multi-published romance author who dabbles in young adult, new adult, paranormal, and contemporary romances. However, her genre of choice will always be erotic romance. She’s a member of the CNY Writers Haven and the Romance Writers of America. Writing is her passion and she loves to share her knowledge and enthusiasm with her fellow authors and her fans.
Today, Kara resides in Upstate New York with her husband, five kids, three cats, and two dogs. When she’s not reading or writing, she’s spending time with her family and friends.
Nothing excites Kara more than hearing from her fans. So, send her a note. She’ll go total fan girl over it!
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Book Title: Halo’s Wish
Author: Sharon Kleve
Publisher: Books to Go Now
Genre: Sweet Contemporary Christmas Romance
Release Date: 9.15.2013
Length: 11K
Heat Rating: Sweet
Book Blurb:
Halo Ann Carlyle wishes for a home, family, and a boat-load of pets. What she gets is a bruised hip, a lump on the head, a broken ankle, and her new yellow Honda Civic is demolished.
Rich McFarland, a sexy veterinarian, keeps showing up in the most unexpected places, promising everything she’s ever wanted.
Halo believes she only has time to pursue her career as a pet detective and must ignore her growing attraction to achieve her dreams.
Will Halo trust her heart, and find a way to get both for Christmas?
Buy Links:
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00F4M2N6S
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/356656
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/halos-wish-sharon-kleve/1116903897?ean=2940148724476
Excerpt:
She’d just placed another call through to Pemsky’s office, which went straight to his voicemail, when the office door opened. Halo smiled and looked up into dreamy, gold-flecked green eyes, short sandy brown hair, a slight cleft chin, and full lips set in a hard line. Even with the stern look he had on his face, my hormones jumped into overdrive.
Mr. Dreamy cleared his throat—she must’ve been staring. In her most professional voice she said, “Good morning. How may I help you?”
He removed a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and unfolded the sheet.
“I was parked in front of the Beacon Hill Ale House and my driver’s side mirror was sideswiped by one of Pemsky’s Security’s SUV’s Friday night.”
Halo loved the Beacon Hill Ale House. Every Saturday night the Ale House allowed local bands to jam together. That’s where she’d met her last loser boyfriend. She’d had a lot of loser boyfriends. She’s currently on a hiatus from dating, but she wouldn’t mind jumping back into the dating game for this dream-boat.
He handed her the piece of paper.
“I wasn’t able to get a look at the driver, but I got the license plate number of the vehicle that hit my car and drove away.”
He emphasized the last part.
“I’m very sorry about your car. I’m sure Mr. Pemsky will be happy to cover the damage.” Halo checked the company log and Pemsky’s name popped up as the driver—she gulped.
Author Bio:
Sharon Kleve was born and raised in Washington and currently lives on the Olympic Peninsula with her husband.
Sharon is a writer of paranormal and contemporary romance. She loves romance. She loves reading romance, living romance, and especially loves writing about romance. She gets no greater feeling than watching her characters come alive in each other’s arms. Most of all, she loves giving her characters the happily ever after they deserve—with a few bumps and bruises along the way.
One of her favorite things to do is picking up a new book and sinking into the story, immersing herself in the emotions between the characters. She hopes to inspire her readers the same way her favorite authors have inspired her.
When not writing, she can usually be found either curled up in her recliner with her cat and a good book, or in the kitchen baking sourdough bread or bagels.
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October 8, 2013
Reasons I Skipped My 20 Year High School Reunion #navelgazing
Please be forewarned that this is a very annoying and whiny post and you definitely have better ways to spend your time than reading it.
Or, you know, not.
1. About a year ago, I received a Facebook invite to my 20 Year High School Reunion. I merrily clicked accept and confirmed that I would be there, but didn’t put it on my calendar. Cue a Friday in mid-September when posts started popping up on my Facebook feed from folks in my graduating class. “K-town! I am in you! 20th Reunion, here I come!” That sort of thing.
Oh, I realized, that’s this weekend. As in tomorrow? As in I-did-that-thing-I-do-and-totally-fucked-up-and-didn’t-get-something-important-on-my-calendar? Great.
So, we can call that reason number one.
2. Reason number two was that my husband had to work and that would mean I’d have to fly solo.
3. Which brings us to reason number three…what happened at my last reunion. It is actually a kind of awesome story and part of me regrets not going to my 20th only because I might have lost an opportunity to gather another such story into my stable of weird experiences.
At my ten year reunion, I had been there less than ten minutes, when suddenly I felt a hand grab and grope my entire ass. I turned around to see what guy was about to get my fist in his face (or my husband’s fist, if he’d noticed) only to see no one. Then I looked down. My tiny friend Miko, someone I hadn’t seen in forever, was standing there, already drunk out of her mind, and it had been her who’d grabbed and groped my ass. Uh, okay, fine. Maybe Miko liked me in a different way than I’d ever thought? Or something? Which is okay, but…unexpected since she’d been with many, many, many guys in the time that I had known her.
“Oh, I’m so glad you’re here!” she declared, grabbing me in a hug. “You are the only reason I came. You’re the only reason I’m here tonight. I came just to see you.”
Okay then. All right. This is…unexpected but okay.
“Aw, that’s so sweet to hear,” I replied. “I’m so glad to see you. What have you been up to?”
She didn’t answer. She said, “I’ll be right back. I’m going to go see Roberta a second and I’ll be right back. Okay?” She looked at me intently. “Okay???”
“Sure.”
I googled the name Miko and this was the first returned image. I think this might have been what Miko wanted from me, but I’m still not sure.
I didn’t see her again for about two hours. Then she plopped down next to me at a table, grabbed my arm, drunk or high as hell, and declared, again, “You are the only reason I’m here. I’ve been wanting to see you for so long. I’m so happy to be here with you. You’re the only reason I came.”
“I’m happy to see you, too. How have you been?”
“I need to go see Eddie a second, okay? I’ll be right back. I’ll be right back.”
Another hour and a half passed and I didn’t see her. My husband and I started to talk with Karsten and got into a lot of interesting memories. Like, for example, the time right after college when Hub and I went to visit Karsten and her then boyfriend, only to be told that she’d forgotten we were coming, she was fresh out of court-ordered rehab after bursting a lung doing poppers (I didn’t even know that could happen?), and, excuse her, but she was going to a party and she’d see us the next morning, leaving us with her boyfriend.
The next day, around 1pm, we had to go pick her high/drunk ass up at some shack–a literal shack–where she was sleeping on a dirty mattress with another girl and there was a massive, filthy, muddy pig rambling around through the rooms. Like, I get that pigs are pets, but this was a very unkempt pig in a den of druggies.
She then spent the rest of the day passed out in the backseat while her boyfriend showed us around their little town. Later that night, while her boyfriend and my hub went to pick up take-out for dinner, she confessed to me that she was having an affair with a married man, and also having an affair with the girl she’d been in bed with.
Needless to say, shortly thereafter she and her boyfriend broke up. He’s happily married these days and I’m actually better friends with him than I am with her at this point. BUT I DIGRESS. Like I said, I have a collection of weird stories. I seem to just walk innocently into them somehow.
Anyway, Karsten was past this point in her life by the 10 year reunion. She was now a confirmed lesbian, living in a big city with her girlfriend, and apologized to us profusely for that past weirdness.
Just as Hub and I were taking leave of Karsten and preparing to go home, Miko showed up, even drunker than before, and she desperately grabbed my arm and said, “You’re leaving? But I want to go with you.”
I said, “Do you need a place to stay?”
She said, “No, no, I’m staying with Ashley, but I want to GO. WITH. YOU.”
“Well,if you’d rather stay at our place, we have a guest room and you’re welcome. Just tell Ashley.”
“NO,” she said. “I want to GO WITH YOU. I just want to GO with you. Okay?”
“Okay, sure, honey. You can come home with us. We’ve got an extra bed.”
“No. I’m staying with Allison.” Tears filled her eyes. “It’s just that you’re the only reason I’m here and I want to go with you.”
I was flabbergasted. She kept telling me I was the only reason she was there, but she’d spent less than five minutes with me the whole night…oh, and she’d groped my ass. Anyway, so I offered again that she was welcome to leave with us if that was what she wanted. She declined again.
I suggested, “Why don’t we exchange numbers and addresses and we can talk later?”
She eagerly agreed. I gave her my number and address and then she sat down to write hers. It was completely illegible. It was scribbles, as if she wasn’t even sure what her number or address even was. She handed it to me and I said, “I’m sorry, but I can’t read this.” She took it back, tried again, and it was even worse than the first time. Completely illegible. Karsten took the paper from my hand, laughed, and said, “I don’t think this is a legitimate attempt to pass information.”
Miko burst into tears, saying, “It is. It is. I just can’t write.”
Dudes, she used to be able to write. This is what drugs do, babies. They make you unable to write your own damn phone number because you can’t remember how.
So, I said goodbye to her. She clung to me and cried. I left. The end.
Apparently with me? Maybe? I don’t know. It’s been ten years and I still don’t know.
And, honestly, that’s reason number three I didn’t go to the reunion. Because, well, if there was an incident like that without Hub there to back up the fact that this surreal event was actually happening, I might think I’d gone crazy. And, also, because if there was no surreal incident like that, then I’d feel kind of let down. I mean, that 10 year reunion really set the bar high, you know?
4. Vanity. I hadn’t had my roots done and I didn’t have a dress I wanted to wear. Yes, this actually played a role in my decision making. It’s true. Also, I just felt displeased with everything about my face, which I fully admit is probably a little body dysmorphic, but it was there all the same.
5. Childcare. I had a friend offer to let Bird spend the night with her kids, so that would’ve worked out just fine, but that meant I’d have to pack up Bird’s things and drive her to my friend’s house and I was feeling like that was probably too hard to accomplish. Hmm, that is definitely a warning signal in terms of my history with depression. Alert, alert, alert. Call the depression fire department and have them come put out the flames before it becomes a blaze!
6. Writing. I had writing plans for the weekend and going to a reunion was sure to cause so much emotional whatever-ness that I would spend way too much time analyzing it, thinking it over, talking about it, and not getting my writing done. There’s a rule I try to follow these days–keep the drama on the page. That means I try not to let things in my actual life overwhelm my mind to the point that there is no room for writing. And maybe it says something about the need for alerting the depression fire department that I felt sure going to my reunion would be drama not on the page. But, then again, see three!
Maybe because I’m not?
7. I didn’t feel like I’d be missed or that anyone would greet me with any degree of, “So happy to see you!” I know this is weird given the thing with Miko, but I’m really sure she didn’t attend this time and that also wasn’t the flattering kind of happy to see me. I mean it was…but it wasn’t, you know? It was way too drunk, high, and confusing to feel truly good. And clearly this reunion was all about making me feel good? Oh, the issues. I have them. I’ll go be selfish and self-absorbed over in this corner.
(Ah, here is the part where I am ridiculous and emo and possibly hormonal.)
I was never not popular in high school, but I wasn’t popular either. As I discussed in my post, Hiding in Plain Sight, I’d perfected the art of being unseen, unnoticed, and that applied to my position in the school as well. People didn’t dislike me, but I wasn’t anyone’s favorite human. I didn’t walk into a room and find anyone truly happy to see me there.
(Though maybe something was up with Miko back then that I didn’t know about, but who knows? She was so high. Maybe she was telling everyone at the reunion that they were also the only reason she was there.)
Wah, wah, wah, I am a wanker and who the fuck cares about this part of the reasons? It was just when it came to making the decision, I didn’t feel like I’d be letting anyone down if I didn’t show. (And no one mentioned missing me, so I think this was true. Um, alert the depression fire department? I am seeing a pattern here.)
8. Books. Or the lack thereof. I need to have written more books to justify my existence in the world to my fellow former high school peers. That’s pretty pathetic, huh?
9. Turning 39. This plays into seven above. I’m really shocked at how much turning 39 is bugging me. I don’t remember 29 being this hard? Maybe it was, though, since it was part of the three very bad years when I was suicidally depressed. Ha! So, yes, it was probably a shitty year, too. But I don’t recall feeling the same time-crunch I do now. I don’t recall thinking, “Wow, I thought you’d have accomplished so much more, Leta! Look at your life! Look at your choices!” I still had my thirties to go and they were full of possibility and imagined success. Now I’m 39 and…not so much. Yeah, not so much. I’ve got my 40s and my 50s and it’s not like life is over at 60, either, so I don’t know what I’m whining about. I’ve got time yet. I hope.
Also, okay, I must cop to this: I felt some kind of weird horror at the idea of all of us being 39 or 40 years old. I can’t even explain that. Maybe I just want to remember everyone the way they used to be? This could have to do with looking up a recent photo of a guy I was in love with in high school and finding that, wow, he’d really changed and all that sexual chemistry I’d felt for him would definitely be gone now. It was oddly disappointing. Anyway, I felt like if I just didn’t go, I could continue to pretend we were all 32 years old, tops.
10. Why does high school still matter so much? It was four years that took place twenty years ago now. Why do they still seem so important? I don’t want them to be.
None of these people should be 39 or 40, ever, ever, ever, and neither should I or anyone I graduated with.
So, yes, that’s why I didn’t go to my 20 Year High School Reunion. I think a lot of them are lame reasons, really. Reasons I’m not especially proud of. But they are the reasons all the same.
Oh! And I forgot one more! No alcohol! I can’t drink since it gives me migraines and the idea of being in a room of my former high school peers without a drink my hand? Hard. I need to write a post about my new found respect for the struggles of addicts since giving up alcohol. I never drank that often, maybe one or two drinks every week or two, but the social lubricant aspect of alcohol cannot be underestimated. Especially for an introvert like me. I’m so tempted when attending events or parties to just have one drink anyway, damn the consequences. So very tempted! I can’t imagine the temptation an addict must feel in the same situations. Anyway, new found empathy and respect from me on that front, man!
Okay, I should get ready for work. I’ve been a wanker enough today.
October 7, 2013
Pretty Sure She’s Gryffindor, Though #harrypotter #parenting
Bird bought this blank book with her own money because it looks like Tom Riddle’s diary.
October 6, 2013
The Next Competitor by K.P. Kincaid #romance #figureskating #gay
When I started expanding and reworking my upcoming novel, Training Season, I investigated the possibility that there might be another novel out there like it. Luckily, there was not. In fact, there seemed to be a dearth of gay romances featuring figure skaters, though there were plenty featuring ranchers!
(For what it’s worth, I’d love to see a great f/f skating romance. All the pretty costumes! All the bitchy infighting! Come on! It would be wonderful. There could be hate-making out in the locker room followed by some moment of vulnerability that leads to comfort-making out, and then more. You know you want it.)
There was, however, this lovely Young Adult book by K.P. Kincaid. If skating and romance are your thing, check this book out. Let me know what you thought. It’s available at Barnes & Noble as well.
In the meantime, I’ll keep working on Training Season. I hope to have that cover reveal soon.
