It's Blueberry Festival Time.
I recon this here fella is goin give me a ride...
to the flea market and car show.
Then...
to the beer tent.
I'll be ridin' all night long.
Find joy in everyday life through the musings of a romance author.
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
#TuesdayTeaser from Handcuffs & Silk
“Grow up, Hunter. Drop this damn beta act and be the alpha you were born to be.”
Hunter glared at his brother for a moment. “Seriously, I feel like there‟s something missing. Maybe I‟m looking for something more permanent. Maybe this one-night stand shit is just that... bullshit. I want to be normal, have a normal life.”
“Are you turning vanilla on me?”
“I don‟t know.”
“From the way you‟ve been whining since you arrived in Vegas,” Jason laughed, “I almost think you‟re in a nesting mode.”
“Nesting?”
“It‟s an old wives‟ term for when a woman is preparing her house for the arrival of a baby.” His voice turned demanding. “I‟m seeing a strong independence as if you‟re trying to take control of your life. Tell me right now what you want.”
“I want to love, be loved. I want to feel secure. I want a yard, a dog, kids. I want to be exceedingly happy. Is that too much to ask?” Hunter sighed. “God, I sound like a pussy.”
“That‟s a pretty big list for Santa to fill.”
“I‟m so done with the club shit and sex games.”
“Okay, so I can understand wanting to leave the clubs and everything.” Jason spoke in a gentler tone.
“Have you ever truly felt pleasure simply by pleasuring another?”
“I was a lousy sub.” Hunter spoke the words locked in his mind for months.
“You can have it all, you know. Go after what you want. Make it happen.” Jason turned on the barstool and faced the door. “By the way, how will you know her when she walks in?”
“I won‟t.” Hunter thumbed the stem of a blood-red rose laying on the bar next to his drink. “Madame Eve just told me to dress all in black and bring this rose. She said Stephanie would be able to pick me out of a crowd.”
“Stephanie.” Jason rolled the name on his tongue. “What do you know about this woman?”
“Not much. I just have to put faith in Madame Eve and her matchmaking skills.”
“Well, we‟ll see.” With that said, he nodded in the direction of the door. “Pick up your rose.”
Hunter glared at his brother for a moment. “Seriously, I feel like there‟s something missing. Maybe I‟m looking for something more permanent. Maybe this one-night stand shit is just that... bullshit. I want to be normal, have a normal life.”
“Are you turning vanilla on me?”
“I don‟t know.”
“From the way you‟ve been whining since you arrived in Vegas,” Jason laughed, “I almost think you‟re in a nesting mode.”
“Nesting?”
“It‟s an old wives‟ term for when a woman is preparing her house for the arrival of a baby.” His voice turned demanding. “I‟m seeing a strong independence as if you‟re trying to take control of your life. Tell me right now what you want.”
“I want to love, be loved. I want to feel secure. I want a yard, a dog, kids. I want to be exceedingly happy. Is that too much to ask?” Hunter sighed. “God, I sound like a pussy.”
“That‟s a pretty big list for Santa to fill.”
“I‟m so done with the club shit and sex games.”
“Okay, so I can understand wanting to leave the clubs and everything.” Jason spoke in a gentler tone.
“Have you ever truly felt pleasure simply by pleasuring another?”
“I was a lousy sub.” Hunter spoke the words locked in his mind for months.
“You can have it all, you know. Go after what you want. Make it happen.” Jason turned on the barstool and faced the door. “By the way, how will you know her when she walks in?”
“I won‟t.” Hunter thumbed the stem of a blood-red rose laying on the bar next to his drink. “Madame Eve just told me to dress all in black and bring this rose. She said Stephanie would be able to pick me out of a crowd.”
“Stephanie.” Jason rolled the name on his tongue. “What do you know about this woman?”
“Not much. I just have to put faith in Madame Eve and her matchmaking skills.”
“Well, we‟ll see.” With that said, he nodded in the direction of the door. “Pick up your rose.”
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Monday, August 10, 2015
Just a Splash of Summertime Citrus
So you're going to the antique festival with your honey and it's 90 degees out. Put your hair up and wear something cute made out of lightweight cotton. I suggest carrying a small spray bottle of this citrus mixture for a quick cool down.
I like to use a small canning jar to mix then pour what I need into a small glass spritzer bottle. Squeeze thejuice from a lime, filter out the pulp and pour the juice into the jar. Add 1/2 cup rubbing alcohol and 3 teaspoons lemon or orange extract or a couple drops of essential oil. Screw the lid on tight and shake well then pour what you need into the spray bottle. Store it in a cooler for added effect. When you feel overheated, give yourself a spritz for a great way to cool down.
If you decide to store any extra for another day, be sure to label it so nobody will try to consume it.
I like to use a small canning jar to mix then pour what I need into a small glass spritzer bottle. Squeeze thejuice from a lime, filter out the pulp and pour the juice into the jar. Add 1/2 cup rubbing alcohol and 3 teaspoons lemon or orange extract or a couple drops of essential oil. Screw the lid on tight and shake well then pour what you need into the spray bottle. Store it in a cooler for added effect. When you feel overheated, give yourself a spritz for a great way to cool down.
If you decide to store any extra for another day, be sure to label it so nobody will try to consume it.
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