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July 30, 2013
Breastfeeding Boost Possible After Royal Birth
Could the example set by the Duchess of Cambridge with the Royal Baby help reduce the stigma of breastfeeding and lessen the number of mothers who give up nursing shortly after leaving the hospital? How important is it for public figures to set the tone?
The Duchess of Cambridge is reportedly successfully breastfeeding newborn Prince George after a shaky start, following recent traditions set by Princess Diana and the Queen Mother. The efforts of public figures in setting the example are an on...
July 18, 2013
Breastfeeding Note Pays It Forward
It is AWESOME when a total stranger supports a mother’s efforts to breastfeed in public! ”A breastfeeding mother at a pizza restaurant got the surprise of her life when she received a free pizza and a kind note on her receipt from a waitress.” ~Read the article by Yahoo Shine entitled “Breastfeeding Note From Pizza Waitress Pays It Forward” athttp://ca.shine.yahoo.com/blogs/parenting/breastfeeding-note-from-pizza-waitress-pays-it-forward-164047499.html
May 17, 2013
Sweet on Me has arrived!
Check out the new Bedroom Secrets novel, Sweet on Me, a tale of seduction, money, sex and love - available on Amazon. It's a Kindle Edition - so those without a Kindle reader or app can use the Kindle Cloud reader to read it!
“Father, forgive me for I have sinned.
Terrible things have been done to me. It arouses me. Pleasure at being used by a man I barely know in exchange for money. Even though I never sought him out in the first place, I cannot resist temptation. I have to go back for more.”
Tony Woods is bored. Money doesn’t excite him anymore but corrupting the straight-laced, naïve Ophelia does. He has no qualms making her into his personal sex toy.
Ophelia Wilde isn’t the same woman she was before. A year ago, she was an abused wife, unfamiliar with life’s pleasures. Now, her senses are on fire but she’s dying of shame, desperately trying to juggle her conscience and her wallet.
Trapped by her lies, she struggles to hide her sins from her new-found love, Josh Summers, living in fear of discovery every day. He is drawn to her vulnerability, seeking only to protect her from the big bad wolves out there, not knowing that she already belongs to one.
Will Ophelia find a way to leave Tony and escape the chains of her past, or will her misdeeds destroy Josh’s trust in her? Can their love survive the weight of her guilt?
Get your copy here!
“Father, forgive me for I have sinned.
Terrible things have been done to me. It arouses me. Pleasure at being used by a man I barely know in exchange for money. Even though I never sought him out in the first place, I cannot resist temptation. I have to go back for more.”
Tony Woods is bored. Money doesn’t excite him anymore but corrupting the straight-laced, naïve Ophelia does. He has no qualms making her into his personal sex toy.
Ophelia Wilde isn’t the same woman she was before. A year ago, she was an abused wife, unfamiliar with life’s pleasures. Now, her senses are on fire but she’s dying of shame, desperately trying to juggle her conscience and her wallet.
Trapped by her lies, she struggles to hide her sins from her new-found love, Josh Summers, living in fear of discovery every day. He is drawn to her vulnerability, seeking only to protect her from the big bad wolves out there, not knowing that she already belongs to one.
Will Ophelia find a way to leave Tony and escape the chains of her past, or will her misdeeds destroy Josh’s trust in her? Can their love survive the weight of her guilt?
Get your copy here!
April 28, 2013
Lactation stories ~ would you read them?
How do you feel about reading books involving breastfeeding and sexual intimacy?
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March 20, 2013
Sneak a peek into Sweet on Me, the next Bedroom Secrets story
Wine-red satin; delicate, black lace.
At first, it looked like ordinary lingerie, just with a little more frills when I opened up the red-ribbon-tied, white gift box and pulled aside the shiny, cream coloured tissue paper. It was only when I tried to unravel the mystery of how the different bits and pieces of satin, lace and thin garter straps fit together that I came to a slow, panicked realization of how it was meant to be worn.
Blushing an equally deep red to match the satin, I held the tiny piece of material up to the bright florescent lamp on the stark white ceiling. With barely enough fabric to block out the light, it was salaciously sexy and the most provocative outfit I had ever seen.
Talk about putting icing on the cake, I winced, the blood rushing to my cheeks. Someone, please save me! He can’t seriously expect me to wear this. The most exotic thing I have so far is the sheer lace babydoll he gave me for New Year’s.
“Go ahead, put it on,” he said, as he put his legs up on the corner of his cluttered, dark brown office desk, leaned back in his high-backed, black chair and lit his Benson & Hedges cigarette, savouring the sight of my blush.
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March 12, 2013
FREE for only FIVE days from March 13, 2013!
In anticipation of the next Bedroom Secrets book, Sweet on Me
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January 14, 2013
Peek inside Crazy For Milk
Sneak a free peek inside Crazy for Milk and see for yourself if you want more.
Crazy for Milk
“What are you doing there?” Caleb asked me groggily, as he peered at me with his sleepy blue eyes. He had caught me staring at myself in the mirror. It was nearly three in the morning by then. “It’s late. Come back to bed.”
The depth of the male spousal understanding never fails to surprise me. In my heightened sensitive state, I was in no mood to be understanding or kind in my response.
“It’s so painful!” I wailed softly, as I shot him a glare and went back to sitting at my earlier spot on the floor, my arms crossed as I rocked myself back and forth. “My breasts are engorged and it hurts and I can’t get the milk out and she won’t feed and what little milk I have expressed out is going to waste!”
Caleb sighed as he crawled out of bed and sat next to me. He obviously thought that I wasn’t making sense anymore and was completely, utterly losing it. Maybe he was right.
“How can I help?” Caleb asked. “What if I helped you to express?”
We tried and of course, it didn’t work. Two novices trying to dissect the mysteries of motherhood and breastfeeding in the middle of the night. How could it possibly work?
My brain was ceasing to function. I couldn’t think past the pain anymore. I just wanted it to end. What was I thinking of when I assumed that everything would work out perfectly? My tears were flowing down my face, as I looked at him in helpless dismay.
Caleb’s expression was hidden by the dim light as he sat cross-legged on the floor opposite me in his boxer shorts with only the pale bathroom light illuminating the outline of his lean, muscular body. What’s running through his mind? I wondered, desperate for alternatives. The silence stretched out between us as I stared at him, the tears blurring my vision as I waited for him to save me from this torment. Surely he could find a way.
Crazy for Milk
“What are you doing there?” Caleb asked me groggily, as he peered at me with his sleepy blue eyes. He had caught me staring at myself in the mirror. It was nearly three in the morning by then. “It’s late. Come back to bed.”
The depth of the male spousal understanding never fails to surprise me. In my heightened sensitive state, I was in no mood to be understanding or kind in my response.
“It’s so painful!” I wailed softly, as I shot him a glare and went back to sitting at my earlier spot on the floor, my arms crossed as I rocked myself back and forth. “My breasts are engorged and it hurts and I can’t get the milk out and she won’t feed and what little milk I have expressed out is going to waste!”
Caleb sighed as he crawled out of bed and sat next to me. He obviously thought that I wasn’t making sense anymore and was completely, utterly losing it. Maybe he was right.
“How can I help?” Caleb asked. “What if I helped you to express?”
We tried and of course, it didn’t work. Two novices trying to dissect the mysteries of motherhood and breastfeeding in the middle of the night. How could it possibly work?
My brain was ceasing to function. I couldn’t think past the pain anymore. I just wanted it to end. What was I thinking of when I assumed that everything would work out perfectly? My tears were flowing down my face, as I looked at him in helpless dismay.
Caleb’s expression was hidden by the dim light as he sat cross-legged on the floor opposite me in his boxer shorts with only the pale bathroom light illuminating the outline of his lean, muscular body. What’s running through his mind? I wondered, desperate for alternatives. The silence stretched out between us as I stared at him, the tears blurring my vision as I waited for him to save me from this torment. Surely he could find a way.
