SEx – Silver Expressions

Are you a football fan? NASCAR nut? Anime addict? Movie maven?

 Today’s flash deals with fandom in any and all aspects. 100 words, which must deal with being a fan, having a fan, seeing a fan …

Dazzle me with your fanness. Uh… if there is such a word.

Back to post in a few.

I thought I’d give you a little peek into Tony’s story. If you’ve read No Going Home, you met Tony Romanos, the hot bull rider who befriends Randy while making the rounds of the rodeo circuit.  I’ve been working on his story now.  *not edited or contracted*

Definitely not work safe or kid safe. Very adult excerpt:

Stepping back, Tony hooked a finger in Brody’s waistband and urged him to move.  “We need to get naked and take this to the bed.”

Passion-glazed blue eyes gleamed at him.  “I like those words. Naked and bed.”

“Good. There have been a few nights I imagined you in that bed with me.”

“What were we doing?”  Brody’s fingers brushed his as the blond started to unbutton his jeans.

“Exactly what we’ll be doing in a few minutes.”  He stripped, not wasting any more time.

Brody did the same and Tony leered at the man’s extraordinary body. The muscles were defined and strong.  He laid a hand on Brody’s ripped abs and smiled.  Brody’s entire body spoke of care and exercise. It was clear the blond took care of himself and Tony was happy to be reaping the rewards of all that diligent work.

  He leaned forward, fastening his lips around one of the flat copper nipples and Brody gasped.  Flicking the bit of flesh with his tongue, he pinched it tight between his teeth and tugged.  Brody’s back arched.  The blond’s hands threaded through his hair to hold his mouth tight to his chest. Tony teased and sucked until the nipple was red and ached.  He moved to the other nipple, making sure it didn’t feel left out.

“God,” Brody moaned.

Tony slid his hands down and around to grip Brody’s tight ass.  He traced a line down through the crease, caressing the opening hidden there.  The puckered ring fluttered as he rubbed over it. Pulling his finger away, he held it up to Brody’s mouth. Brody sucked it in, bathing it with his spit. Tony took it out with a pop and reached behind the blond again.

(more…)

FOREVER, the sequel to THIRTY DAYS, has been accepted by Liquid Silver! When I wrote Thirty Days, I didn’t have a sequel in mind but so many readers wanted to know what happened to Cavan and Biton after “The End”.  I never thought it would take so long to write.  My muse kept getting distracted by other writing obligations plus the dratted day job did its share of interfering.  It seemed like Forever was going to take forever!

Finally, last month Forever was finished. My critique partners gave me the thumbs up and it was off to Liquid Silver. I was thrilled when the offer hit my inbox!  Contracts were signed Wednesday and my editor on Thirty Days, the wonderful Ms. Vikky, is going to work her magic once again.

So Biton and Cavan’s story continues. New developments bring out hidden strengths in Cavan and reveal truths he didn’t understand.

The unedited blurb for FOREVER:

In Biton Savakis’ opinion, following the advice of Cavan’s therapist isn’t working. Refraining from dominant play with an abused submissive trying to heal is one thing. Biton is willing to forgo that part of his life. However, not talking to Cavan about making their arrangement permanent doesn’t make sense.

Three months after his new master promises him forever, Cavan is afraid it won’t happen. Although the thirty day contract is long over, Biton hasn’t offered a new one. Nightmares about testifying against his former master doesn’t make life easier.

Just as Cavan begins to understand what he means to Biton, Cavan’s past reaches out to steal his happiness and maybe his life.

***** 

I’m hoping for a December release date. Thirty Days was released on December 18th last year. I can’t believe it has almost been a year. Thirty Days was my first published novel and so much has happened since then! It’s been a fantabulous ride!

In celebration, I’m offering an ebook download of any of my published books. I’ll select a random winner from the comments and announce the winner tomorrow morning.

Hugs,
Shayla

My friend just told me I should blog about sex and food, since we’d just finished watching Top Chef, but I’ve got to tell yah–seeing nearly raw elk served up on a plate did not bring out the libido in me! Instead I’m going to talk about unhealthy addictions.

If you’ve read any of my previous posts, you know TV is a serious addiction for me, be it Top Chef, Burn Notice, or any of the new fall shows. I rationalize this unhealthy addiction by saying it helps with my writing–human nature, plots, trends. At the very least, something to blog about. But since it keeps me from writing, entices me to snack, and is totally sedentary, I’d have to say it’s an unhealthy addiction.

Why do the rationalizations, denial, and excuses win out?

An example of this is how I conveniently lose my food journal right after I buy a pint of Chubby Hubby at the grocery store. (Actually my current B&J fave is Creme Brulee, but that tends to be harder to find than Chubby Hubby.)

And I have an unhealthy addiction to chocolate milk–in any form: hot, cold, Nesquik or Hershey’s syrup, almond milk, soy milk, or chocolatini. Even Slim Fast! I could skip all my meals and live on chocolate milk. Who else has this problem? Anyone?

Lately I’ve renewed my addiction to Solitaire and Hearts on the computer. Great time killers. Right up there with reviewing all of Amazon’s recommendations based on my previous purchases. Like I need more books. Seriously. I can’t even get all the ones I own off the floor.

So tell me your worst addictions. Or you can talk about sex and food. I’ll try not to think about raw elk when I reply. And zip on over to www.sharalanel.com to enter my South of the Border contest before the deadline (Sept. 30th).

Shara

But man I had the time of my life!!!

I took this shot as I was leaving the park the first night.

My friend that I went with had a bit of an emergency the day we arrived, or more to the point a friend of his had one, but anyway, he had to leave! I ended up spending three days by myself, but it turned out to be the best time. I got to do anything I wanted, for as long as I wanted. I got up when I wanted, slept when I wanted, it was pretty cool to be honest.

I spent the first day at animal kingdom and loved it! Of course I’m a huge sucker for any animal.

I saw kitties!

and bats

A baby giraffe

And so much more. I love the trails and was honestly surprised at the variety of animals on display.

The next day I went to Epcot, then MGM studios the day after that. World showcase is still my favorite thing. I loved just strolling through the shops, along the lagoon, once my friend came back, we did desserts around the world! YUM! And might I mention the $400 an ounce French perfume he bought me?

I also went to Cirque Du Soleil, which at first I was quite certain meant, we always have a bunch of people on stage so as to distract and confuse you. In the end however I loved it! I’d never seen anything like it and I think I’d do a terrible job trying to explain it, but if you ever get the chance, it’s something to see. I got a great idea for a new story too, so gotta love that.

I think the best part though was that I had some great quiet introspection time, which I love.

This was my favorite quiet spot. I sat here in Mexico, drank a frozen margarita, and contemplated my life.

For anyone who doesn’t already know, last September, I got my first publishing contracts, I turned 40, I ended my 18 year marriage and started on what I now affectionately refer to as my nervous breakdown.

It’s been a looooooong year. lol

But you know what? I’m happier being 41 then I have been at any other time in my life. I’m comfortable in my own skin and that feels wonderful. Another revelation from my time alone, I know now that I’ll be fine on my own. I’ll survive and I can take care of myself, however, I realized it’s not my first choice.

I thought when I decided to leave my ex, that I’d spend the rest of my life on my own. I was thinking crazy cat lady.

I’m not kidding!

After my Disney alone time, I decided that maybe having some company’s not such a bad thing. So what’s up for this year? More writing, getting healthy, enjoying my kids and maybe…just maybe another shot at love if I get my courage up enough. lol

Anyway, my friend finally came back and spent my birthday with me and we had a blast! It was truly magical…

At the risk of sounding cliche

Did any of you know that when you are celebrating a special occasion, if you go to guest relations they will give you a button proclaiming it? In my case it said “Happy Birthday Samantha” and everywhere I went, people were wishing me a happy birthday, often in foreign languages!

In Morocco, a young woman there wrote out Happy Birthday Samantha in Arabic and I was sung happy birthday in French. I have to say, for the day, I felt really special.

For more info on my trip and more photos visit my blog, I’ll probably be posting about it for the next week straight. lol

Something funny happened to me yesterday, something I thought I’d share with you.

It was one of those not-paying-attention moments that we all have…an instant where my mind wandered…lost in thought, imagining a dialogue between two characters in a story I’m working on. Just a temporary distracted instant…at fifty miles an hour.  

Yeah, I was driving. Because it’s summer, and because they can, highway departments in the northeast are tearing up the roads. There’s a stretch of interstate nearby that’s been a mess all summer, so we’re pretty much used to the orange cones, construction trucks and even the sweaty, muscular men in tight jeans that stand around looking amused while we motorists navigate their ever-changing lane shifts. So yesterday as I merged onto the highway, following a blue minivan who followed a white Caddy, I wasn’t paying much attention. I mean, I’ve done it a gazillion times already and hey, the characters inside my head were talking. You know what I mean?

Like I said, I was in line, following the minivan and the Caddy. The Caddy led the way, the van followed where he led and I had my foot on the gas.  Following. Keeping between the cones. Not thinking…

Suddenly I saw an opening in the orange cones. Gut instinct, or perhaps blind luck, made me steer into the opening. No cars before me to lead the way, no one to follow. I made my own trail onto the highway.

Thankfully I followed my head, instead of those who were in the lead.

Last I saw of the van and sedan, they were being backed out of the hot asphalt by a couple of very annoyed looking road men. My window was open, and I heard something that sounded like “*^&%$-ing signs?!” coming from some guy in a hardhat.

Have you ever followed your head, even when the way posted indicated another path? Even when those before you were taking the posted trail? If so, how did it work out for you? Were you thankful, or did you wish you had followed instead of going your own way?

Me? I’m soooo glad I blazed my own path yesterday. I usually do, and I’m generally thankful for having done so. Now, if I could only figure a way to work the orange cones and hard hats into the new story, I’d be golden. Maybe another ride on the highway would do it for me…

I’m still running my Miami Honey Anniversary Contest over at my blog. Just stop by and leave a comment to be entered.

Okay, specifically only one person, Daun Ann, stated that she had been to Renfaire 3 times and was married at faire, Kate mentioned going every year (how many years Kate?) and Mimi said she has enough gear to outfit twelve wenches…so I assume more than once…

This could be a tie … or since I’ve been at Faire all day and embided way too much Meade…I declare you three the winners (and Darragha…being Matron of Honor for 500 guests?? oy vey!! making you also in the running however I know that you already have both books so you will have to wait until the next book comes out:)

Send me your email ladies at roxyharte@gmail.com and I will send you either sacred Secrets or Sacred revelations (your choice, so let me know that also)

Hugs
Roxy

Miss Ann Cory was supposed to be your hostess today, but I happen to know she’s in the middle of a move, and since I’m now hooked up with cable internet at home I’ve decided to help out. Yes, that’s me, finally entering the 21st century and going off dial up.

What shall we flash about today? Hm…. Let’s see. How about a free-for-all of topics, but only ONE HUNDRED words long? They don’t have to be sexy stories. They could be horror, paranormal, angst, whatever. A twist at the end is great, but whatever you create is just fine.

So….Ready. Set. Go! with the 100 WORD flash challenge. 

The Ohio Renaissance Festival is in town…
So my excuse for anything and everything these days, including the neglect of my friends, lateness to this blog, and my missed writing deadlines…is that I AM AT FAIRE!!

Seriously, If I’m at home, Renfaire music is blaring, incense are burning, and the sewing machine is humming because it gets cold in Ohio…really cold…and if you are stuck in a bodice, breasts heaving, shallow breathing…warmth is important and creative sewing is the answer…

I also allowed Sir Hotness to talk me into making him a Captain’s coat and frilly pirate shirt and velvet knee pants…
This may take awhile, so hopefully it will stay hot a little while longer…so it will be too hot to wear and he won’t notice it isn’t done yet:)

Besides, I think he’s kinda cute as is…

I’ve also been watching my grandbabies alot so to entertain the babies, I made peasant dresses and promptly sent them out in their new clothes to play in the sand and the weeds…in other words to just enjoy being kids because playing pretend princess might be fun…but pretend peasants is SOOOO MUCH BETTER…ladden with buckets of rocks and bundles of wood…they cried at dark to not come inside for baths…

Today was hot! I was stripping out of my long sleeved chemise and was serving ale in just my bodice…hmmmm…that might have helped me get more tips so maybe I shouldn’t complain about the heat:)

Tonight we have company over so we will be drinking too much ale and singing naughty pub songs before dawn…of course we all have to be back at Faire first thing tomorrow…

But to give up sleep for Renfaire and Renfaire Friends is sooooo not a burden…of course come Oct 24 or so I’ll be in bed for days catching up, but for now it’s time to go party with the Pirates:)

So the question today is, have you ever been to a Renaissance Festival? Are you addicted to Renaissance Festivals? What Faires have you been to?? The person who responds that has been to the most faires wins a copy of either Sacred Secrets or Sacred Revelations…winner tba end of day tomorrow…after I get back from FAIRE!!

Thanks to all the ladies who stopped to share their views.

I personally (and I am not a psychic or anything, so take this for what it’s worth) feel that the next big thing in romance and erotic romance will be scifi/fantasy. How does that differ from paranormal, you ask? Mainly, the leads will be human. Yes, they might interact with aliens in outer space or different species in other lands and times, but the central love story will be human-based life forms. How’s that for being scifi/fantasy-ish?

Peronsally, I feel — and hope — that authors like Susan Grant, Linnea Sinclair, Patricia Waddell, Catherine Spangler and the like will be the harbingers of a renaissance in scifi romance. I have several stories I wish to write along those lines for my alter ego Monette Michaels.

Which brings me to the winner — danette! She chose the SHOMI line as an example. I think Eve Kenin’s Driven is one of the better new books out there. Yes, the hero Wizard is a cloned, altered/enhanced human, but he is human and it shows in his love for Raina. So, Danette — e-mail me at raemorgan@worldnet.att.net, so I can get the info I need to send you your prize.

Thanks all for playing.

Rae