Monday, February 23, 2009
"He slipped the high heeled sandal off her beautiful foot. Carefully holding it in one hand, he poured his scotch over her toes with the other. She squirmed with delight as he sucked the golden liquid off each digit."
Sigh. In my reality, shoes are small, dirty, smelly, and scattered all over the floor. On cleaning day, I took inspiration from the Asians. Asian cultures have removed their shoes before entering a home for thousands of years. Every family should have such a practice. Not only does it cut down on the amount of dirt in the house - which translates into sweeping and vacuuming,but it also helps prolong the life of your carpets and rugs. Leaving your shoes at the door will keep daily toxins and pesticides that linger on the soles of shoes from being left all over the home.
I have a cute but heavy braided rug by the front door for visitors and family members to leave their shoes. A rubber boot mat comes in handy during the winter months. I've even seen some people use a shoe tree by their door to collect and air out shoes. Personally, I love a little basket with a variety of slippers placed near the door. Guests are invited to wear the cozy footwear while their shoes remain in their place.
"He tugged the knit slipper off her slender foot. She soon felt the coolness of the peppermint cream as he gently massaged the tender spot under her heal. His fingers with all their exquisite talent sent her along waves of minty bliss." -ahhhh....
Which do you prefer... toe sucking or a full foot massage?
Thursday, February 12, 2009
“British Airways’ Flight 112 to New York will be boarding through gate sixty-five momentarily.”
Lynn quietly reached down and picked up her flight bag. She looked at the boarding pass in her hand. Funny that she didn’t feel like she was going home, but more like she was leaving home. This last trip had been so different from all the others and had taken an emotional toll on her. Perhaps an uneventful stay at her father’s would be just what she needed before returning to finish her photo shoot.
Erick McAlister reached out and adjusted the strap on her shoulder. He glanced toward the gate Lynn would be going through and noticed a young couple saying their good-byes. They spoke softly in between tender kisses, holding each other in a tight embrace. His black heart thudded in his chest. He wondered if that would ever be him; if he was capable of loving, or being loved.
His best friend, Andrew, had been a tormented soul like himself, and against odds found love and happiness with his sister, Elizabeth. Erick thought back to a time when he tasted the sweetness of comfort and contentment. Andrew had been determined to pay Elizabeth and Lynn a surprise visit at Hampton House and persuaded him and his brother Michael to join him.
Through Erick’s life, Lynn Westmore was the only woman to affect him like she did, and he didn’t like it. The night he was changed, he drank himself to oblivion to avoid his uneasy feelings. Unknown to him, his sister had put her best friend in his room during her stay. After retiring in a drunken state to his old bed, he woke in the morning with Lynn in his arms.
She had become a first of sorts. The first woman to sleep with him in his bed at Hampton House, the first to wake with him in the morning, and the first woman to share a bed and not be ravished. As tempting his lustful desires were that morning, he enjoyed the quiet conversation and her presence more than any sexual conquest. With Lynn he found a small piece of serenity he’d only dreamed of.
“Well, it’s almost time,” Lynn’s voice brought him back to the present. “I’ve been gone from the States so long; I hope I haven’t forgotten where I live.”
“Well if you can’t find it, Erick said, “you know you are always welcome at Hampton House. When did you say you will be back?”
“Some time in the spring; depends on the weather. I have a couple of locations I need to go back to. These books on English gardens are scheduled to go to press during the summer, so I have a time factor to work with.” She tilted her auburn head, her brown eyes sparkled, her smile teased. “Are you going to miss me?”
“Yes. I will.”
Lynn put her arms around his waist to give him a hug before she boarded. She felt his arms tighten around her and wondered what it would be like to be loved by him. She felt she could never compete with the beautiful women he surrounded himself with; he was just out of her league. She knew he was a man with worldly knowledge of women, a man capable of incredible passion; a man with such sexual prowess and confidence he would never find satisfaction in someone with her lack of experience.
Erick wanted the moment to last forever. He felt faint stirrings in his black heart. He had broken hearts and strained some marriages. Over the years his reputation grew as a lover, a prince of seduction and passion. To him, women couldn’t be trusted and were nothing but a sport. But he refused to get involved with Lynn because he couldn’t bear to hurt her. Lynn was too good of a person to be played with. He trusted her and her friendship.
He ran his hand up her back, along her neck and cupped her face. He looked deep into her eyes.
“Sweet Lynn,” his voice was a husky whisper. “These last few months have probably been the best as well as my worst. You have heard my secrets and you know of the monster that lives inside me, yet you’ve been a good friend to me. I want you to know I trust you as I would trust my own sister. Thank you.”
He caressed her cheek with his thumb. Her lips were so inviting. He remembered the shock he had felt when he kissed her on New Years Eve. Only a few days had passed and he still felt their heat. He dipped his head and brushed his lips across hers.
“Good bye, Lynn.” He pulled away from her. “Have a good flight.”
It took everything Lynn had to remain on her feet. On the inside, she shook head to toe, from his touch and his kiss. Looking into his green eyes, she saw sadness. She smiled as she bade him farewell, then turned toward her boarding gate.
What a lousy way to start the year, he thought. All alone. His best friend had married his sister over the holidays and they were honeymooning in the American Southwest. Lynn was gone. His father and brother would be leaving in a few days. Perhaps he should visit the Underground Clubs as soon as he returned to London and find someone to warm the cold winter nights. For some reason, the thought didn’t sound very appealing at the moment, but would surely change by the time he dressed in his favorite leathers and disappeared into the London night.
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Wednesday, February 11, 2009
My publisher, Vanilla Heart Publishing is really getting into Love this year. On Valentine's Day, they are hosting their own first Annual Love Festival of Books in the forum.
Drop by between 12:01 am and 11:59 pm February 14, 2009, start a discussion (or add to one), introduce yourself, leave a favorite recipe, chat about favorite characters - just about anything, really - and win an entry to the 1st Annual VHP Love Festival of Books Gift Basket drawing!
I'll be there too. My second book in the Soul Series, Tormented Soul, is being released that day with many other VHP titles!
Erick McAlister is known as London's Most Dangerous Bachelor; he enjoys scotch, women, and spending time in the London underground club, The Skunk's Den. He s never had a real relationship; women only want him for one thing- he desires more. When the one he vowed he would never toy with, Lynn Westmore, gives him an unexpected proposition, his life takes an enjoyable turn. Just as he is beginning to find happiness, tabloids headline him, a woman from his past announces she s expecting his child, someone is trying to kill him, and he finds himself questioning his relationship with the young courier he s hired to teach him to ride his new motorcycle. Even though his life is in torment, he begins to believe in love, something he never thought he d feel. Unfortunately, Lynn doesn't think Erick could ever be faithful to one woman, let alone be in love with her, so when she finds herself in love with him she runs. Erick falls into a spiral of depression, and it takes his brother and closest friends to bring him to his senses. When he finds out a magazine has rated him as the World's Most Dangerous Bachelor, he agrees to do the interview only if Lynn is the photographer and he uses the opportunity to let Lynn know how he feels; he offers his heart to her one more time...
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Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Ugh...Wednesday almost slipped past without me noticing. But when I hit that hump in the middle of the week, I couldn't help but notice!
Is the week dragging on and you're running out of things to write about? Do you have a deadline approaching and suffering from a mind block? Have you sat down with a nice cup of coffee and your journal only to have no thoughts to record?
Here's a few ideas to get that mind of yours kick started.
*Remember something that made you so scared you thought you were going to faint dead away.
*Remember something that made you laugh uncontrollably.
*Think about your most embarrassing moment.. come on, I know you have one.
Just sit down, close your eyes. Think back to the days of childhood and sift through memories and you'll find a treasure chest of things to write about. Think about what you were wearing, how you felt, what you thought or said. Your words will reflect emotion and you will find yourself writing with freedom and fluidity.
It's really not hard. Give it a try. I'm sure you'll have a story to tell.
Monday, February 2, 2009
On cleaning day, this writer doesn't like to cook. I'm simply too whipped out to slave in the kitchen so I usually find a nice recipe for my crock pot. This not only adds nourishment to the body but also adds a wonderful calming scent into the air. In today's busy world that is full of the "take a pill" mentality, it's nice to know that we can still find peace and comfort in a simple pleasure our ancestors also enjoyed... soup.
Today, I woke up ill at 3am. When it came time to put the boys on the bus, I knew I wouldn't get much cleaning done, perhaps just the laundry, so I immediately reached for the crock pot and some beef soup bones. Through my weary eyes, I couldn't find a recipe that struck me. I put away my cookbooks and thought of how Grandma would put it together.
A couple large soup bones with water. I added a can of beef broth and a can of fire roasted tomatoes. Chopped up an onion. Added basil, oregano, sage, parsley, garlic, a bay leaf and six peppercorns... wait, I think I added seven. Then I dropped in a shot of whiskey; figured that would help my soar throat. The pot is set on low. I'll add some freshly cut veggies later in the day. I might even throw in some barley too.
On cold winter days the boys like a cup of soup for a snack when they get home from school. I look forward to sipping the broth throughout the day as I "taste test". It will rejuvenate my soul and aid my body in healing. Thanks Gram!
Perhaps I'll cut up some oranges as well... hmmm...