Monday, February 26, 2024

Mojo Monday - Crow Talisman

To get your mojo moving try wearing a favorite crystal or a talisman. 
While surfing the web looking for crow related jewelry, I came across this fine item.

Apsáalooke is the Indian name of the Crow tribe.

In Shamanism, the Crow represents the unity and balance in all things. When one is in the presence of the Crow’s magic, it is to transform negativity into positivity.
With this Talisman, the protective Crow Spirit will follow you at all times.

Each Talisman holds a black gem (Tourmaline) selected by me for its beauty & its powers.
It is contained in a glass vial from the 1930s.
The chain is sterling silver.
The crystal is safely secured in the vial by a water-like resin.

This unique, handmade Talisman is a jewelry version of the Native American Indian Medicine Pouches. Available for purchase from Under the Pyramids.

- Black Tourmaline : a major gem in lithotherapy, heals, clears the mind, protects from Hertzian waves & negativity

Sunday, February 25, 2024

A Moment of Mediation from Crow Magic #Excerpt

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Mountains climbed from the edges of the lake reaching for the cloudless sky. Envisioning she was the first human to witness such beauty, she listened to the whispering pines, lapping waves, and songs of the living earth. No boats graced the water, no calling children played, only pure nature. Clean air filled her lungs with every purifying breath. Dropping her robe to take in the rays of sunlight, she journeyed to the beach. Enchanted, she extended her arms and waded into the water in expectation of a baptism by nature.

She imagined the spirits of the natural world calling out to her and instructing to let go of the loneliness. A simple task of emotional spring cleaning so room could be made for the physical intimacy she craved. Standing with the water surrounding her legs, an eerie power seeped into her pores. Tingling pulses in rhythm with the waves traveled through her cells.

Looking at her own reflection in the water, she watched a grin find its way from her heart to her lips.
A shadow circled above, still carrying her earring. In a bold move, she flexed her fingers in invitation for him to land on her arm. Tucking his head, he arched his wings and flapped in short, quick strokes, accepting her unspoken summons. He landed on her wrist and dug his feet into her skin. A drop of blood beaded under a claw. Shifting his weight, he gazed into her eyes. Held in the ebony pools, her soul reached out to his. A longing to soar on the waves of the wind made her arms ache. Her vision grew hazy. The image of an ancient warrior with copper skin, strong brow and chiseled features, flashed in her mind then disappeared.
He dipped his head and broke the gaze then flexed his toes, apparently uneasy about the wound on her wrist. Lucy blinked.

“It doesn’t hurt.” She gave him a small smile.

After a gentle game of tug-o-war and an unsuccessful attempt to retrieve her earring from his beak, she tapped her fingers on his back to distract his attention in hopes that he’d drop it.

But content with his position on her arm, he held the earring tight. With her arm extended slightly, she left the water and sat on the warm sand of the beach. She tucked one foot under her while keeping one knee raised to rest her arm and support his weight.

Gazing upon him with wonder as he sat at ease, she slid her palm leisurely over his back and stroked his lustrous feathers. The heat of the animal greeted her skin and a low, throaty sound drifted to her ears.

“You are so beautiful; I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything or anyone so perfect.” A sudden, strong yearning to fly and soar on the winds of passion possessed her. In the daydream, strong hands touched her, drawing out her feminine cravings. Erotic visions of lying under a dark warrior flamed her desire to life. She imagined charcoal eyes and a masculine face framed by wild strands of black hair.


Lucy Richards is tired of being timid around men and turns to Madame Eve to give her a man for a night that will help her overcome her fears to feel like a real woman. Eve arranges a night tucked away in the Castillo Poconos Resort with a handsome Shawnee shaman who will teach her to use her womanly power and take her to unimaginable heights.

Seth Crowe, a shape shifter and Keeper of the Spiritual Law, considers himself to be a carrier of souls from darkness to light and enjoys using his body to accomplish his magic. When his brother refers him to 1 Night Stand he certainly didn’t expect to find a fiery angel sleeping in a sensuous body and experience the true balance of nature. 

Wednesday, February 21, 2024

Thursday Thirteen - "sexify" your bedroom

Since I retired, other than writing every day and I plan on redecorating each room. Several articles I've read state redecorating should begin in the bedroom.The bedroom is your sanctuary; a place to get away from it all and relax. With a little effort, a bedroom can be turned into a personal love nest. One needs this special place when tearing up the rest of the house.

Here is a list of things to do to create a sexier space.

 1. Get rid of the television, computer or any office stuff. 

 2. Think about the overall mood of your room and make your selections from there. Good choices include medium to dark shades of purple, blue, green, brown, gray and orange. Neutral and pale earth shades work grate as well when accented with vibrant colors such as red, black, pink, white, and tan. If you don't want a complete make over, add some color with pillows, scarves, and drapes. 

 3. Platform beds are considered high on the romance scale. This is great for couples with low budgets, as most platform beds are quite affordable at major chain furniture stores such as IKEA and Crate & Barrel. Most importantly, though, is to make sure your bed is a focal point in your room. However, sleigh beds and antique beds can give a sensual aura to a room when accented with antiques or a Bohemian style. 

 4. Get the highest quality thread-count sheets you can afford. If you're buying new bedding, open the packaging to actually feel the blankets before purchasing.

5. The look of a bed filled with pillows sends a clear message of invitation. When you get creative with textures, the invitation gets harder and harder to pass up. For even more fun, consider ordering (or making your own) specialized pillowcases with sexy messages on them to help set the tone. 

 6. Use light sources in your room such as table lamps and candles and use those to achieve the best lighting for your rendezvous. Use pink-tinted light bulbs to flatter your skin even more. 7. You get romantic ambiance and also great mood lighting with candles. To keep the glow longer, and safer, consider battery operated flameless candles. 

 8. Nothing says vitality like a thriving plant. Keep in mind your color scheme and pick flowers or plants accordingly. Roses, tulips and daisies are common romantic favorites. Try placing petals in a glass bowl for both the delicate scent and the appealing visual. 9. Don't keep photos of family and kids in the room. Instead display photos of places you've visited, pictures of the two of you together or sensual photography. 

 10. Sensual photography, artwork, sculptures or collectibles are a great addition to any passionate bedroom. You might also want to set the tone with artwork from a particular location you both enjoy or that you picked out together. 

 11. Keep a secret basket, drawer or chest of your love toys handy and easily accessible. Things to include could include lotions, massage oils, scarves, toys and anything else you both like to use or try for your love play. 

 12. Keep your lingerie in a prominent position in your closet. This creates two effects. One, it's easy to use whenever the put strikes and two, it serves as a daily teaser for your lover. 

 13. When picking out anything for your room, look at it's texture and color and think about what it makes you feel. If it doesn't feel right for your purpose, don't use it in your room. This is your love den. Make it a place that works for you both.

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Wednesday, February 7, 2024

Thursday Thirteen - 13 Easy V-Day Treats

With Valentine's Day just a few days away and several states under winter snow, we might have to get a bit creative with what we have on hand to prepare some treats without running to the store. 

 1. Make one giant sugar cookie and frost it with a special message. 

2. Dip Strawberries in Chocolate... better yet... dip anything in chocolate. 

  3. Make your own chocolate body paint. 

 4. Red wine and some pretty glassware. Be sure to know your honey's preference of dry or sweet. Menage a Trois produces some nice reds to coincide with your mood.

5. Cream puffs drizzled with dark chocolate. Both can be purchase from the store so you don't have to try to make it at home. Grab a can of whipping cream for...creativity.

6. Scalloped oysters. Toss with buttery crumbs and heavy cream and bake in individual ramekins. (Flyboy's favorite is the recipe from Taste of Home)

7. Serve tender beef fillet or small delicious steak with roasted red potatoes served with a red wine aged in bourbon barrels. (Check out Mawby's Bourbon Barrel Redd)

8. Make some red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting.

9. Chocolate and Kahlua Fondue. 
        500 ml double cream
        400 g dark chocolate, very finely chopped 
         250 ml Kahlua
         Assorted fresh fruit and/or desert biscotti, to serve 

 10. Frozen Peanut Butter Cups 

11. Make a pizza together from scratch. It can be a lot of fun and very sexy. 

 12. Buy a little hunk of dry ice from a local ice house. Put it in a bowl of water and place it on your serving tray. You'll create wondrous, billowing white clouds! 

 13. Ah...heck with it... just put a red bow on yourself and call it good! 

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Wednesday, January 31, 2024

#Thursday13 - First Lines of Hawk's Honor

 In honor of Hawk's Honor, Legend of the Spirit series book #3, being completed and sent to the publisher, I'm posting the first 13 lines.

Jamie Hawke is a Native American Chippewa from Michigan who is with a USMC Special Ops shifter unit. His country, his team is everything. This strong warrior holds honor above all. Being a hawk shifter on a Special Ops team is dangerous but falling in love with his commanding officer is deadly. Jamie is honor bound by the corps and won’t touch Captain Andrea “Andy” Nelson. After being wounded, Hawke is told by his shaman to find his mate before the next tour through Madame Eve’s 1 Night Stand service. When his date turns out to be no other than Capt. Nelson, he’s a dead man.


 “Corporal Hawke!”

Zipping his rucksack closed he slung it over his shoulder and stood. His Team Leader approached from across the moonlit yard while men in full battle rattle moved at a brisk pace around her. The Captain displayed the epitome of what every female marine should be…confidant, capable, with grace and style and a military bearing unmatched. Nevertheless, a female officer in special ops, much like shifters, in all reality didn’t exist.

 Native American shifters in MARSOC (Marine Special Operations Command) with security clearance such as his could select the battalion they wished to serve with. Hungry for adventure, he chose one of the riskiest regions and fell into a team who lost one of their Critical Skills Operators in battle. So deep in secrecy, only upper brass and the CIA knew of it, the group called Spirit Walkers contained several shifters.  They went into areas where the enemy had weeks to prepare, booby-trap, and plant enough explosives to eliminate a city block. Together with their fearless leaders, they out-smarted their opponent and completed whatever mission needed to be done.

 Sure, they lost a few to pay the price of war, but what blew his mind were the “routine” tasks completed without a single bullet fired. The teams moved like specters across landscapes and through villages. Night missions often included capturing or killing insurgents and recovering maps.  


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Tuesday, January 30, 2024

#TuesdayTeaser from Eagle Dance

Snow came in last night and reminded me of a scene in my book, Eagle Dance. 

“Let’s pick up the ‘za then head to the cabin.” He dropped the phone into a cup holder.

Not able to stop her mouth from speaking her thoughts in a matter-of-fact way. “We should pick up some chocolate or caramel syrup too.”

He blinked his sinfully long eyelashes and with his lips formed a slow smirk as the suggestion of her words set in. Leaning over the center counsel, he cupped her cheek with one large hand. His eyes bore into hers with intensity.

“Your wish is my command.” He took her mouth in a searing kiss which ended too soon. “You got something planned for dessert?”

“Maybe.” She played coy.

He flashed perfect teeth in a full grin while he turned up the heat in the truck then put it into gear. The goatee on his chin and dark brows gave him a devilish appearance and when he smiled she ached to climb all over him. A wild night with a handsome Indian is what she requested but received much more.

 The truck jerked, turning her attention to the storm. Working his way along the precarious road, the vehicle lurched and a dream catcher swayed from the review mirror. Gems stitched into the web reflected small facets of light, giving her a distraction from her fear of crashing into a tree along the road.

Dyami Schafer, a Native American from the Chippewa tribe, leads a lonely life due to his large size and unusual appearance. When his nesting instinct sets in, he turns to Madame Eve and 1Night Stand to help him find his spirit mate. Or at least a woman who accepts him as an eagle shifter.

Amanda Collins never stopped loving the Chippewa boy she knew from her childhood. Maybe a night with a Native American man will help her forget the past and let her move on with her life.

Sometimes, it’s necessary to take a step into the past before dancing into the future. With the help of Madame Eve, will the Spirit of the Eagle carry Dyami and Amanda?


Monday, January 29, 2024

A Hallmark Moment

During the holiday season I watched Hallmark movies when I had the house to myself. I noticed how a character would bundle up and take his or her morning coffee onto a deck or porch for moment of quiet contemplation. No words spoken, but the scene placed a pivotal point in the character's development. Flyboy would say it is just a pretty scene. 

Today, I decided to have my moment. I slid on a flannel jacket and my Hey Dudes to venture onto the porch with a steaming cup of joe. After all, it's a warm 32 degrees outside.

Quiet contemplation?

Not really. The coffee cooled before I could enjoy it and I lost feeling in my fingers. 

Reyka enjoyed her moment  though.

Saturday, January 27, 2024

Friday, January 26, 2024

Tasty Teaser from Hawk's Honor (draft)

I'm just about finished with my own edits and then the book heads off to the publisher. I figured it would be fun to share a little bit of the draft with readers. The following is the first half of the first chapter. I was lucky enough to have a couple Marine pals to answer my kazillion questions and read over my work. Thank you, Whiskey Rick!


Chapter 1

 “Corporal Hawke!”

Zipping his rucksack closed he slung it over his shoulder and stood. His Team Leader approached from across the moonlit yard while men in full battle rattle moved at a brisk pace around her. The Captain displayed the epitome of what every female marine should be…confidant, capable, with grace and style and a military bearing unmatched. Nevertheless, a female officer in special ops, much like shifters, in all reality didn’t exist.

 Native American shifters in MARSOC (Marine Special Operations Command) with security clearance such as his could select the battalion they wished to serve with. Hungry for adventure, he chose one of the riskiest regions and fell into a team who lost one of their Critical Skills Operators in battle. So deep in secrecy, only upper brass and the CIA knew of the group called Spirit Walkers containing several shifters. They went into areas where the enemy had weeks to prepare, booby-trap, and plant enough explosives to eliminate a city block. Together with their fearless leaders, they outsmarted their opponent and completed whatever mission needed to be done.

 Sure, they lost a few to pay the price of war, but what blew his mind were the “routine” tasks completed without a single bullet fired. The teams moved like specters across landscapes and through villages. Night missions often included quietly capturing or killing insurgents and recovering maps.  Day assignments centered on collecting intelligence used to save American and allies asses. Accomplish without leaving any trace. Convinced spirits, ghosts, demons or their own negligence were at work, the enemy never discovered the truth.

Close friendships developed during savage urban battles and intelligent tactical maneuvers. Over the last six and a half months brotherhoods were forged and interesting people met, but the one walking in his direction captivated him. Capt. Andrea “Andy” Nelson wore her shoulder-length blonde hair pulled tight in a bun exposing a naturally beautiful face. She took the typical dominant male bullshit from the guys in stride, often putting them on their asses with a well said verbal jab or one of her many martial arts moves. At any given time, she could flash an icy glare capable of breaking even the most hardened soldiers. Born and raised by a career Marine with two brothers also in the Corps, a beast of a Marine held her own against anyone.

Some of the guys in the unit found her intimidating. Stories about her brothers and father were often recounted during card games, but her experience on the battlefield made men pay attention. Her strategy of well planned and executed operations as well as her calm voice of reason earned their respect and kept them in line. True to the life of a Marine, she pushed everyone to give more than a hundred percent and continue onto the next order.  Always faithful, always forward was their motto. She lived it.

He would readily give his life for her, not only because of her reputation and being a fellow Marine but he saw her as something more. Shortly after being assigned to the unit, his animal spirit declared her as a mate. Other than personal relationships being prohibited between ranks, she had a fiancĂ© back in the states. A giant invisible OFF-LIMITS sign hung over her head like a cloud but his critter didn’t give a damn. Every day became a clash fight with the beast and his heart as he fell in love with her, but he continued to maintain complete control. Being honor bound to the corps he never acted on his emotions. To do so could get someone killed. Instead, he vowed to always protect her the same way he would his brothers in arms and keep his secret from ever being exposed.

“Capt. Nelson.” He gave a quick snap salute.

“Screw the formalities, Hawke.” She stopped next to him and accepted his pistol from the low leg holster for a quick inspection. “This is your last operation. You’ve been kicking a lot of ass around here; you deserve a break. As soon as it’s done your team heads back to base then home. I don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward sleeping somewhere I don’t have to check for spiders and can fucking eat chocolate chip cookies whenever I want.”

“Hey, I warned you about Dawg’s and my stealth missions to confiscate any boxes from home a marine doesn’t share.”  Rolling his shoulders, he gave a low chuckle when her jaw twitched. “Yeah, yeah…I know. Never take a woman’s chocolate. Lesson learned, Nelson.”

“Damned straight. Out of all the shifters, I get stuck with a lock picking bird and a chocoholic wolf.” A rare smile flashed but quickly disappeared. “The next team coming is minus their captain for three months and brass chose me to fill in for him. You asswipes better have fun tipping back beers while I’m trapped in this hell hole a little longer.”

“How ‘bout I send you a nice heart-shaped box of chocolate from home?” He made a mental note to send something as a joke.

“Fuck you.” She snorted.

His cock twitched at the sight of his Glock 19 in her capable hands. A woman who knew her way around firearms lit his wick. Being the only daughter of a Master Gunnery Sergeant, she knew more than most. Hell, she was probably born with a gun in her hand.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to strap this to your bird?”

“Packing heat slows me down.” He shook his head. “I can shift in and out of clothes faster without the baggage. A simple in and out is my plan.”

 “But we all know shit happens.” She flashed him a sideways glance. “What about the night vision gear?”

“Nope. I have my earpiece. Dawg will talk me through.” He lowered his voice to prove his point.  “No extra equipment. It’s my call.”

Carefully shadowing his gaze, he took in her appearance. Her 5-foot 5-inch frame looked far from feminine in her baggy cammies and boots. A loose camo jacket exposed the drab olive-green t-shirt underneath.  He imagined her dog tags tucked neatly between her breasts. He could easily lose his mind if it followed the direction of his eyes. Focus shithead, you’ve got a job to do.

“Dawg and Skeeter are in position on the hill to watch from above. You have two four-man fireteams who will have your back; you’ll see them at nine and two as you fly in. They will go in for a sweep after the first detonation. Remember the doors are heavily guarded or booby-trapped.”

“Fun facts already planted.” he tapped his skull. “I found everything during the last couple nights of sneaking in to set the explosives. I know every inch of the structure.”

“Fine, then all you have to do is fly in through the northeast window, ignite and get the hell out.” She slapped the gun into his open palm. “Are you ready?”

 “My people believe the hawk is a messenger.” Tucking his gun into the sack a snarl escaped his lips. “And tonight, I will deliver one final message to these bastards. Fuck, it’ll light up like the fourth of July.” He glanced in the direction he would be flying, lifted his hand and splayed his fingers imitating a firework blast. “Boom!”

“I think you enjoy being a Crusher too much. You could make a career of it.”

“Hey, what can I say?” He shrugged. “I like to blow shit up.”

 “For the record, I don’t like sending a Marine unarmed.” She shook her head, obviously unhappy with his decision not to carry. “You will be covered until you pass over the courtyard wall. Hustle your feathered ass back to collect your pack and join the Chief and me.”  

“We’ve been over this a million times already. I’m good.” He handed the sack to her then lifted M4 rifle from its sling across his chest. “I’ll be back before you have a chance to miss me.”

A shadow passed over her face as she accepted his equipment. Usually, she wished him well then threw a wise crack his way before he shifted for a mission, this time her eyes looked at the ground. The action disconcerted him. Wanting to get away from the negative vibe, he stepped back.

“Hey, I just wanted to say it’s been a privilege serving with you.” The timber of her voice stopped him from walking away. “When I was a kid, my dad told some crazy bedtime stories about his days with shifter Marines. He made them sound like fantasy, but I knew they were true. I always believed in shifters. Over the years, I’ve served with many and commanded a few. But you…you’re different.” Her voice grew tender and she touched his forearm. Heat spread up his arm rousing his spirit. “It’s been an amazing experience seeing you transform and do all the things you do.”

“Aw, come on, Nelson; don’t go all soft on me.” He fought the urge to pull her into his arms and kiss the lines of stress off her face. His honor beat down the pleading of his spirit. “I’m gonna start thinking you’re a girl or something.”

“Seriously, Hawke, I just needed to say it. I think you are a brave and honorable man. There are many like you.” She skimmed her hand down his arm to give his fist a squeeze. “I just have a feeling…I don’t know.” Shaking her head, she blinked then captured his gaze. “I just wanted you to know in case I don’t see you again.”

“Get rid of that vibe or whatever it is…don’t be placing bad juju on me.” He waved his hands around. “Everything is going to be okay. You’ve got the best team and this is a piece of cake.” Something sure had her spooked. Dipping his head close to hers, he whispered. “Thanks, Andy. Coming from you means a lot, but you’re distracting me and you know how I am superstitious about keeping my routine before rolling out. You’ll knock me off my game.”

“Sorry.” A faint rose colored her checks, something he’d never seen. She shook her head and the familiar stern battle face quickly replaced the softness. “Let’s see some kick ass fireworks, marine!”

“That’s better.” He laughed, ripped off his t-shirt and flung it over her shoulder. “Here comes the boom!”

 “Oh and another thing…” She jabbed a finger at his chest. “Make sure your feathered ass comes back, dill weed.”

“Ooorah! I will. I always do. On my honor.” He crossed his heart and winked at her before shifting into his hawk form and heading off to his target.

Sneezes & Orgasms

Statistics show fewer people are getting colds due to taking preventative measures and being mindful of their health. 
However, some folks are complaining their allergies have worsened.

Did you know...
 a change in temperature can make you sneeze?
But then again, sometimes we seem to sneeze for no reason.


 Sneezes, along with orgasms, are the only physiological responses that cannot be voluntarily stopped once they have started.