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May 25, 2014
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May 23, 2014
ANOTHER 5 STAR REVIEW ON AMAZON!!!
What a perfect surprise!, May 23, 2014
By FSMeurinne "FSMeurinne" (USA) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Guilty Pleasures (The Food andFornication Fables) (Kindle Edition)
What an amazing story, I didn't know what to expect but believe me when I say it wasn't what I thought it would be at all. It truly surprised me.
I love how Lance went from no sex, no commitment, no nothing to well, Millie, I love her character she is just a regular girl that loves food, btw I hope to get some of those recipes they where just mouthwatering. The rest of the characters are also well built, the story flows perfectly and I just couldn't stop reading, each chapters showed a sexual secret from Lance and ended with Millie's diary, I love this parts.
It is a great story, hot, romantic, funny, well it has it all. I would definitely recommend it for anyone. I will also be looking forward for next installments of the series.
By FSMeurinne "FSMeurinne" (USA) - See all my reviews
This review is from: Guilty Pleasures (The Food andFornication Fables) (Kindle Edition)
What an amazing story, I didn't know what to expect but believe me when I say it wasn't what I thought it would be at all. It truly surprised me.
I love how Lance went from no sex, no commitment, no nothing to well, Millie, I love her character she is just a regular girl that loves food, btw I hope to get some of those recipes they where just mouthwatering. The rest of the characters are also well built, the story flows perfectly and I just couldn't stop reading, each chapters showed a sexual secret from Lance and ended with Millie's diary, I love this parts.
It is a great story, hot, romantic, funny, well it has it all. I would definitely recommend it for anyone. I will also be looking forward for next installments of the series.
May 21, 2014
FIVE STAR REVIEW ON AMAZON TODAY FOR GUILTY PLEASURES!!!
Colour me guilty, May 21, 2014
By Morticia Grey (Naracoorte, Australia)
Verified Purchase
This review is from: Guilty Pleasures (The Food andFornication Fables) (Kindle Edition)
I really wanted to write a witty review worthy of this fantastic book but I realise I am a reader not a writer for a reason. I 'discovered' this author after reading a very short story by her and I was intrigued enough to search for more of her work. I love how she has written this book from the delicious descriptions of the food ( I could nearly smell and taste it) to the lovely little sensual tidbits that lead into each chapter, I felt I knew intimately all the characters by the end of the book and I was in love with them all. Serge was like a Heston Blumental meets Tyrion Lannister and I adored him and his relationship with Millie. As for Will/Lance I didnt know how I would feel about him, at the beginning of the book he was less than endearing but as the story progressed he stole my heart along with Millies. I enjoyed just going along on this sometimes wierd and wacky ride, I was heartbroken when they were, joyous when they were and I swear there was a time when I felt a little tipsy, thats how easy it was to get pulled into this love story. I cannot wait to read more from this talented author.
By Morticia Grey (Naracoorte, Australia)
Verified Purchase
This review is from: Guilty Pleasures (The Food andFornication Fables) (Kindle Edition)
I really wanted to write a witty review worthy of this fantastic book but I realise I am a reader not a writer for a reason. I 'discovered' this author after reading a very short story by her and I was intrigued enough to search for more of her work. I love how she has written this book from the delicious descriptions of the food ( I could nearly smell and taste it) to the lovely little sensual tidbits that lead into each chapter, I felt I knew intimately all the characters by the end of the book and I was in love with them all. Serge was like a Heston Blumental meets Tyrion Lannister and I adored him and his relationship with Millie. As for Will/Lance I didnt know how I would feel about him, at the beginning of the book he was less than endearing but as the story progressed he stole my heart along with Millies. I enjoyed just going along on this sometimes wierd and wacky ride, I was heartbroken when they were, joyous when they were and I swear there was a time when I felt a little tipsy, thats how easy it was to get pulled into this love story. I cannot wait to read more from this talented author.
May 20, 2014
DING DONG SAVED BY THE GON
"Ding-dong the witch is dead..."
Now that song
Always confused
Me a bit:
Which ding
Or witch dong?
Did the witch
Ding the dong?
Or did the dong
Ding the witch?
Is it me or is it all
Vaguely obscene?
Like dignified Asians
Unfortunately named
Long Duck Wong?
Was the witch
Dinging
the Dong?
Or being Donged
On the aforementioned
Ding?
Let me however clarifyOne little thing:I have nothing against
Dings, or dongs
Prongs or wongs;
Be they shorts or longs.
Nothing! I swear!
I'm an equal
Opportunity dinger...
I fact ,one
Of the nicest things
A man ever said to me
Was: "I miss your ding"
(It's actually not
As exciting
As it may seem;
Or as thrilling
As it may sound
But it was sweet
And quite profound.)
What can I say?
My life is actually
Quite limited;
Rather like
A Munchkin
Midget.
Which brings us
Back to the story
Of the poor, poor witch
Lying dead in a ditch
Crushed like a louse
Under a huge house?
It just reeks
Of overcompensation
On the part of
Those little
Munchkin pricks
Mulling over their teeny
Weeny little prongs...
And singing
"Ding-dong"
In a joyful throng...
Now that we are on the subject
Of uncomfortable truths?
I have serious doubts
About Dorothy too.
Come on!
Three guys in the woods?
And TOTO???
All you girls and boys
Into the whips
And other sick toys
Know that Ruby Slippers
Really means...
NO UNDERPANTS!
That's right!
Little Miss Dorothy
Wasn't quite
Miss Purity!
She was probably
With the Tin-Man
Denting the ding
And having a fling
With the Scare-Crow
And how about the Lion?
That wasn't Aslan out there!
But back to our
Original analysis...
If the poor witch
Was dinged to death
By the dong...
OH DEAR GOD!!!
The witch was dinged
To inglorious death
By the dong
Of Long Duck Wong!
So all along
They were detailing
In some obscure code
The last incursion
Of the American-Asian war?
And how they
Evened the score?
And here I was
Maliciously thinking
That they were hinting
That that Bitch
Of a Witch was just
Another cheap whore!
Manuela Cardiga
Now that song
Always confused
Me a bit:
Which ding
Or witch dong?
Did the witch
Ding the dong?
Or did the dong
Ding the witch?
Is it me or is it all
Vaguely obscene?
Like dignified Asians
Unfortunately named
Long Duck Wong?
Was the witch
Dinging
the Dong?
Or being Donged
On the aforementioned
Ding?
Let me however clarifyOne little thing:I have nothing against
Dings, or dongs
Prongs or wongs;
Be they shorts or longs.
Nothing! I swear!
I'm an equal
Opportunity dinger...
I fact ,one
Of the nicest things
A man ever said to me
Was: "I miss your ding"
(It's actually not
As exciting
As it may seem;
Or as thrilling
As it may sound
But it was sweet
And quite profound.)
What can I say?
My life is actually
Quite limited;
Rather like
A Munchkin
Midget.
Which brings us
Back to the story
Of the poor, poor witch
Lying dead in a ditch
Crushed like a louse
Under a huge house?
It just reeks
Of overcompensation
On the part of
Those little
Munchkin pricks
Mulling over their teeny
Weeny little prongs...
And singing
"Ding-dong"
In a joyful throng...
Now that we are on the subject
Of uncomfortable truths?
I have serious doubts
About Dorothy too.
Come on!
Three guys in the woods?
And TOTO???
All you girls and boys
Into the whips
And other sick toys
Know that Ruby Slippers
Really means...
NO UNDERPANTS!
That's right!
Little Miss Dorothy
Wasn't quite
Miss Purity!
She was probably
With the Tin-Man
Denting the ding
And having a fling
With the Scare-Crow
And how about the Lion?
That wasn't Aslan out there!
But back to our
Original analysis...
If the poor witch
Was dinged to death
By the dong...
OH DEAR GOD!!!
The witch was dinged
To inglorious death
By the dong
Of Long Duck Wong!
So all along
They were detailing
In some obscure code
The last incursion
Of the American-Asian war?
And how they
Evened the score?
And here I was
Maliciously thinking
That they were hinting
That that Bitch
Of a Witch was just
Another cheap whore!
Manuela Cardiga
May 16, 2014
SHIT I SPOUT ONCE IN A WHILE
I want to tell you a story…
(I hear you! Those cries of delight only SOUND like despair; you all shut up now and ready your ears!)
Once there was only void.
Here let me pause, because you see, every word is ripe with its own meaning and only means what it means in opposition to its antithesis, see? And in the context of this story that would not apply. “Void” for example, or “Empty”; these words hold in themselves the promise and definition of fullness, completion, satiation, both before and after. Here there was no before, and no promise of an after. There was only Only.
So let me start again:
Once in a no-place of no-sound and no-time something Became.
It was and it felt, and stirred and probed at the elastic limits of itself and discovered that it Was. There was an Itself, and nothing else.
It was Only.
Its Onlyness grew and became More, and still it was Only. So it pushed at the confines of its Will - the only cohesive thing there was – it pushed and pulled. It was agony: it was birthing and being born, yet the pain was welcome. A sensation other then the desperate sameness, the spinning bewilderment of being Only.
So it pushed and the something gave- the Will , the thing-that-glues - shattered, and out from what suddenly became not All but a Core, spilled and spattered shards of matter.
Out, out- the flickering, flashing fragments of flame flew; spun away from the Only; thrust out into the no-void and in a heartbeat (though there were no hearts to beat and no concepts of measurement, or even time outside the self-awareness that was the Only) the sparks screaming in incandescent joy and pain sped away.
And at the Core the Only still spun, twisting and turning upon itself, coiled around the embryonic surge/urge of being.
Away the Light fled and sped: faster than all there was and would be, until it’s careening slowed…slowed; and awoke to the same slow awareness of Itself. Each scintillating dart of the original Heart awoke and found itself Only. Spinning, spinning in the dark confines of itself; and so it cried out strove and strives to unite with itself, to return to the Core.
Each particle seeks at every moment to draw in upon itself every other, to become More; to reunite with the Core. This is what fuels the perpetual motion of all. This is the urge at the core of every soul.
We long for the Only, it calls to us, this embryonic God we are part of, this urge/surge to Love.
It call itself The Only, and we, we are the Lonely; the longing to be more than we are. To be a part and not apart. The desirous, avid fragmented cells of the ever replicating Body of a self awareness just beginning to awaken.We are the ambition of the Light.
Manuela Cardiga
(I hear you! Those cries of delight only SOUND like despair; you all shut up now and ready your ears!)
Once there was only void.
Here let me pause, because you see, every word is ripe with its own meaning and only means what it means in opposition to its antithesis, see? And in the context of this story that would not apply. “Void” for example, or “Empty”; these words hold in themselves the promise and definition of fullness, completion, satiation, both before and after. Here there was no before, and no promise of an after. There was only Only.
So let me start again:
Once in a no-place of no-sound and no-time something Became.
It was and it felt, and stirred and probed at the elastic limits of itself and discovered that it Was. There was an Itself, and nothing else.
It was Only.
Its Onlyness grew and became More, and still it was Only. So it pushed at the confines of its Will - the only cohesive thing there was – it pushed and pulled. It was agony: it was birthing and being born, yet the pain was welcome. A sensation other then the desperate sameness, the spinning bewilderment of being Only.
So it pushed and the something gave- the Will , the thing-that-glues - shattered, and out from what suddenly became not All but a Core, spilled and spattered shards of matter.
Out, out- the flickering, flashing fragments of flame flew; spun away from the Only; thrust out into the no-void and in a heartbeat (though there were no hearts to beat and no concepts of measurement, or even time outside the self-awareness that was the Only) the sparks screaming in incandescent joy and pain sped away.
And at the Core the Only still spun, twisting and turning upon itself, coiled around the embryonic surge/urge of being.
Away the Light fled and sped: faster than all there was and would be, until it’s careening slowed…slowed; and awoke to the same slow awareness of Itself. Each scintillating dart of the original Heart awoke and found itself Only. Spinning, spinning in the dark confines of itself; and so it cried out strove and strives to unite with itself, to return to the Core.
Each particle seeks at every moment to draw in upon itself every other, to become More; to reunite with the Core. This is what fuels the perpetual motion of all. This is the urge at the core of every soul.
We long for the Only, it calls to us, this embryonic God we are part of, this urge/surge to Love.
It call itself The Only, and we, we are the Lonely; the longing to be more than we are. To be a part and not apart. The desirous, avid fragmented cells of the ever replicating Body of a self awareness just beginning to awaken.We are the ambition of the Light.
Manuela Cardiga
May 15, 2014
HELP HELP!!!!
"Desire's Detective" has a new cover and seems to be gathering a new readership, BUT Desireé Cronson and I would like to ask for your help!
Anyone who CAN, please buy a copy of our book today or TODAY?
How about it?
Help us get onto the top ranks for Historical Romance!
Come on Guys!!
Give us a hand!
You will LOVE the story...
In glamorous 18th Century Versailles someone is murdering the Court Jesters. Courtesan turned Detective Noelle de Jouissance is ordered by Louis XV to investigates the hidious crimes, and finds herself embroiled in the sex-mad Royal Family’s erotic secrets; her virginal sidekick - Desiree - is being pursued by the King's lecherous brother; the King is out to seduce the Queen and her Mistress, and the only clue to the killer's identity is a tattoo on his scrotum...
Desireé Cronson and Manuela Cardiga's tongue-in-cheek take on the sexy shenanigans of Louis XV's sinful court. A deliciously raunchy Historical Romance!
DESIRE'S DETECTIVE
Anyone who CAN, please buy a copy of our book today or TODAY?
How about it?
Help us get onto the top ranks for Historical Romance!
Come on Guys!!
Give us a hand!
You will LOVE the story...
In glamorous 18th Century Versailles someone is murdering the Court Jesters. Courtesan turned Detective Noelle de Jouissance is ordered by Louis XV to investigates the hidious crimes, and finds herself embroiled in the sex-mad Royal Family’s erotic secrets; her virginal sidekick - Desiree - is being pursued by the King's lecherous brother; the King is out to seduce the Queen and her Mistress, and the only clue to the killer's identity is a tattoo on his scrotum...
Desireé Cronson and Manuela Cardiga's tongue-in-cheek take on the sexy shenanigans of Louis XV's sinful court. A deliciously raunchy Historical Romance!
DESIRE'S DETECTIVE
May 12, 2014
Love and Light
I have been questioning the basic premise of religion and the search for God, and the belief in divine love.We reach for it - that is certain - we ache to connect to some ultimate source. The very fact that we long for that establishes it (for me) as a reality beyond shadow of a doubt. The other impulses that drive us as ardently - namely reproduction and hunger - are essential to the survival of the species. So why the drive to unite with the intangible universal light? What basic necessity is served?
How does that improve the species' ability to survive?
It doesn't, really, yet it so universal. It is at the center of every human culture.And then I realised WHY.
It just feels like the truest thing there is, and then I see through the frail veil of human faces a glimpse of that same divine light, and then...
Oh then I understand why we all fight to love.
MC
How does that improve the species' ability to survive?
It doesn't, really, yet it so universal. It is at the center of every human culture.And then I realised WHY.
It just feels like the truest thing there is, and then I see through the frail veil of human faces a glimpse of that same divine light, and then...
Oh then I understand why we all fight to love.
MC
May 11, 2014
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He sees her, through the stone-lace trellis, bathing her arms in the fountain and the water runs down, wetting her tunic; the thin muslin clings to her breasts. He calls his eunuch: “Bring me the woman with the white arms,” and the eunuch says... “But Master that one is not for you..."
Can a Sultan's lust be refused?
"The-Sultan's Tale" by Manuela-Cardiga
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He sees her, through the stone-lace trellis, bathing her arms in the fountain and the water runs down, wetting her tunic; the thin muslin clings to her breasts. He calls his eunuch: “Bring me the woman with the white arms,” and the eunuch says... “But Master that one is not for you..."
Can a Sultan's lust be refused?
"The-Sultan's Tale" by Manuela-Cardiga
