Monday, September 27, 2010
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“Maybe we can work in a swim later.” After dark. Marshall reached her just as two joggers running down the beach came into view. They could be neighbors but they were too far away for him to be sure. He wasn’t taking any chances and grabbed Annie by the shoulders pulling her up against him.
A gasp rushed through her parted lips when their hips collided. Her head fell back and she met his eyes. “What are you doing?” Her tone was a little breathless.
Good question, because he must have lost his mind, touching Annie like he was. What he felt in the following seconds should be outlawed. An instant rush of desire flooded his senses, making him all too aware of the soft body pressed against his, her womanly curves against every tense muscle. Intense feelings from their episode in bed resurfaced with startling clarity.
Staring down at her soft mouth, it occurred to Marshall that he wanted to kiss Annie at that moment, more than he wanted to breathe. He sucked in his breath.
“What is it?” she asked, humor dancing in her eyes. “Are we in trouble?”
The amusement in her tone drew his gaze back to hers. Big trouble. And it didn’t have anything to do with the joggers who were approaching. How could any man in their right mind ignore a beautiful woman flush against him, and not kiss her? Marshall was through fighting her allure.
“You are, lady. Big trouble. I want to finish what we started this morning, but for now I’ll settle for a kiss.” Before she had time to draw another breath, Marshall slanted his mouth over hers, stealing a long awaited kiss. As soon as he tasted the sweetness and innocence of her lush mouth, he knew it would never be enough.
He could tell he’d caught her off guard. She stiffened against him. He felt her hands move between them and pulled back to meet her eyes, expecting to see a sign that she was protesting. The only thing he saw was desire in her smoky gaze.
“Just one kiss?” There was no denying the husky quality of her tone.
Damn…he hadn’t been expecting that. A chuckle, then a low groan escaped him when Annie’s fingers curled into the material of his shirt, over his chest.
“Never one to disappoint a lady...” He lowered his head and returned his mouth to hers. He wanted to feel the softness of her breasts against him, not her hands. He caught both her wrists and brought them around to the small of her back where he held them securely with one hand.
To the casual observer, they looked like a couple sharing a passionate embrace. His free hand moved to the back of her head, releasing the clip that held her silky hair and dropping it to the floor to let his fingers tangle through the silky tresses.
It didn’t take long for the persuasion of his kiss to melt away any resistance, and Annie was kissing him back whole heartedly. She opened her mouth eagerly beneath his, inviting his tongue inside and loving it with her own. Their simultaneous moans and the combined heat of their mouths fueled the need growing between them at a rapid rate. In a movement that could be construed as a slow caress, Marshall released her wrists.
He lowered his hands to the rounded half moons of her denim-clad bottom and gently kneaded. Annie arched hungrily against him, showing him that she found pleasure in what he was doing. As the mutual sounds of their passion joined the cries of the ever-present seagulls, she made a half-hearted effort to turn her face away. Only Marshall wasn’t about to let her escape. He followed her with his mouth, kissing her until they were both a little breathless.
He broke it and followed the arch of her exposed throat, leaving a trail of passionate kisses. Then, moving back up to the shell of her ear, he paused long enough to suckle the soft skin beneath until she was a quivering wildly in his arms. He sucked in his breath sharply when she gently arched against his erection, which had grown to full arousal and was throbbing strongly. He thrust right back, moaning low, wanting nothing more than to sink his hungry flesh into her. The urge to lower her to the deck and continue making love to her was winning over doing what was right. Forgotten were the joggers or anyone else who might be on the beach.
Marshall couldn’t recall the last time he’d been turned on to the point of wanting to take a woman no matter where they were. Yet even in his heightened state, he knew that was a dangerous road to go down. As he struggled with indecision, his mouth trailed kisses along the exposed flesh above her opened blouse. He dipped his tongue into her cleavage. The sound of her pleasure sent a rolling blast of sexual energy through his body that erupted into a hungry flame. He was lost.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Friday, September 24, 2010
1) Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional...
2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down there.
4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
5) It's frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions...
6) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician
7) Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
THE MILLAU VIADUCT is part of the new E11 expressway connecting Paris and Barcelona and features the highest bridge piers ever constructed.
The tallest is 240 meters high and the overall height will be an impressive 336 meters, making this the highest bridge in the world.
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
'Do you know how they make these gloves?' he asked.
'No, I don't,' she replied.
'Well,' he spoofed, 'there's a building in Canada with a big tank of latex, and workers of all hand sizes walk up to the tank, dip in their hands, let them dry, then peel off the gloves and throw them into boxes of the right size.'
She didn't crack a smile.
'Oh, well.. I tried,' he thought.
But five minutes later, during a delicate portion of the procedure, she burst out laughing.
'What's so funny?' he asked.
'I was just envisioning how condoms are made!'
(Gotta watch those little old women! Their minds are always working!)
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Lilly was standing on the threshold, a smile on her face and a mischievous light twinkling in her pretty eyes. He found her disheveled appearance amusing. Blake wondered what she’d do if he were to reach for the clip in her hair. He’d like to see it against her shoulders, full of life like she was.
His gaze lowered to her breasts. The outline of her nipples beneath her thin tee shirt reminded him she wasn’t wearing a bra. He heard her slight sound of annoyance, grinned, and raised his gaze lazily up to hers.
“You can look all you want, Blake.” There was defiance in her tone and an underlying threat that said he’d better behave.
Lilly’s comment didn’t surprise him. She hadn’t changed a bit since he’d seen her last. Still full of piss and vinegar and determined to challenge him at every turn. Only a year ago it would have been a prelude to hot sex. He half expected her to lift up her shirt and tease him with the sight of her naked breasts. Damn…his cock jerked with growing excitement. As he stared into her eyes he decided to issue a threat of his own.
“I suggest you remember my sexual appetite, Lilly, and be warned. I can only take so much looking before I react.” He heard the words, and suddenly realized that he wasn’t kidding. He wanted Lilly, bad, and always had.
Friday, September 17, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
The robbers cracked the first safe’s combination, and inside they found only a bowl of vanilla pudding. As recorded on the bank’s audio-tape system, one said, “At least we’ll get a bit to eat,”
The robbers opened up a second safe, and it also contained nothing but vanilla pudding. The process continued until all the safes were opened.
They found not one pound sterling, a diamond, or an ounce of gold. Instead, all the safes contained covered bowls of pudding.
Disappointed, the robbers made a quiet exit, each leaving with nothing more than a queasy, uncomfortably full stomach.
The newspaper headline read:
IRELAND’S LARGEST SPERM BANK ROBBED EARLY THIS MORNING.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
By guest blogger Kele Moon
Completing my first novel was just the start of a long, wonderful journey that keeps getting better with every step. Within a week of finishing Beyond Eden I found out that not only had I created a beautiful manuscript I was very proud of--I was also pregnant.
I did spend over six months tinkering with Beyond Eden while laid up. I finally decided to just submit it because I could sit there and rearrange words and comas forever. Nearing the end of a very high-risk pregnancy, it was essentially a submit and forget situation with my manuscript. Perhaps lucky for me as I would have agonized over it if I wasn’t preparing for the arrival of our daughter.
Huge and uncomfortable, on bed rest and tired of being nine months pregnant I was sitting in the doctor’s office waiting for them to schedule the date my daughter would be born. To be honest, I was so excited to have my daughter I couldn’t imagine my day getting any better. I was waiting with bated breath as they scheduled it; wanting to know what day would be the one we’d celebrate every year from that point forward. Imagine my surprise when my husband came running into the room, phone in hand, showing me an email I had received from Ellora’s Cave.
I was wrong, my day could get so much more exciting!!
I walked out of that office knowing my daughter was going to be born in less than a week and I was going to be a published author. It was literally the day my life changed and it’s been such an exciting ride ever since.
Visit Ellora’s Cave to read an excerpt from Kele Moon’s breakout novel Beyond Eden:
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Blurb for “Beyond Eden”
Three lifelong friends find themselves tangled in a web of love, pain and dangerous secrets in this erotic Garden of Eden tale.
Tall, dark and handsome Danny Carlow has always gotten whatever he wants except for the two he wants more than anything—his best friends, lovers Paul and Eve. Determined, he waits like a snake in the grass, poised for the right moment to offer them a temptation too delicious to resist.
Artist Eve Everton makes the painful decision to leave behind her true love Paul for the Siren’s call of New York City. Ten years later with her life in shambles, she returns home. When Paul’s waiting arms aren’t available, Eve falls for Danny’s charm and finds herself a willing accomplice in the dangerous games Danny plays.
Former college football star, Paul Mattling is now a successful attorney with a bright future ahead of him. But behind those brilliant blue eyes are secret desires for a taste of the forbidden. Will he play it safe or will he give into Danny and Eve and bite the apple?a
“Stand up and turn around,” Danny said and then leaned into Paul when he did so, blocking Eve’s view of his back.
He rested his cheek against Paul’s shoulder as his arm wrapped around his waist. Danny was bare-chested too, wearing jeans instead of black suit pants and together the two of them made Eve gape at their beauty.
With enough paint, canvas and film, Eve could use Paul and Danny to feed her muse for all time. That’s how beautiful they were together to her. Her mind stopped seeing beauty in the world outside the two of them standing there together and neither of them realized they had just ruined Eve’s art for the rest of her life. Nothing she ever created would be beautiful unless it had one or both of them in it somehow and it occurred to her that she was going to be selling her body to Danny an awful lot. She couldn’t bear the thought of not creating art and any art that didn’t capture the dark magnificence of two beautiful men who were slave and Master to each other seemed pointless and dull. She’d sooner die than paint anything less than what her artist eyes were seeing in front of her.
“You don’t want Evie to see these marks on your back, do you, Paul Guy?” Danny asked softly, whispering the words into the curve of Paul’s neck. “I want you to tell her why you don’t want her to see these.”
“Because I got them for refusing to give Eve to you,” Paul whispered in misery. “And now they’re useless.”
“Why are they useless?”
“You knew that,” Paul said, turning around to glance at her over his other shoulder with a look on his face that told her he had assumed she had known it all along.
“I did?” Eve squeaked and her face scrunched up in a fight against completely breaking down in front of both of them.
“Yeah, I told you I’d love you forever.”
Monday, September 13, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
I was actually on a plane flying to Oklahoma that morning. Hubby and I never made our destination. We were just heading out to the runway in Kansas when we were told by the pilot that the twin towers had been hit and all planes were grounded. Little did we realize at the time exactly what that meant. Understanding came quickly, and without mercy.
The airport was jam packed with travelers. And everyone with a cell phone was on theirs. Airport phones were also crowded. A kind traveler let us borrow his to call the kids and let them know we were okay. My daughter was frantic. She knew we were flying out that day but didn't know what airlines. And even though we were nowhere near New York, just being on a plane going somewhere, I imagine, was a nightmare for many families left at home wondering.
How were we going to get home? What were we going to do? We were stuck at an airport, that was rapidly filling up with luggage that was being taken off the planes. It took us hours to find ours, but surprisingly we did. Then we spent hours in a kind of numbed zombie state, sitting at a bar where they played over and over the destruction of the towers. It was unbearable to watch, yet you couldn't take your eyes off the screen. No one could believe what they were seeing.
As reality gradually sank in we realized we were only get out of the airport on our own steam. We contemplated renting a car, but all of a sudden there were no rentals left. Anywhere. Then we thought about renting a u-haul, that plan too wasn't unique to us so there were none of those available either. Thank goodness hubby's grandson lived close enough to make the trip to pick us up.
We spent five days with him and his family. But it was hardly a vacation. The world had changed that day. And many lives would never be the same.
Friday, September 10, 2010
It would be nice if they were all set up the same way, too.
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Another patrol car stopped a truck some miles down the highway and were struck with the following image.
The Truck Driver said he thought he felt the impact, but it took him almost 4 miles down the road before he thought he'd better pull over and check out his rig.
Witnesses and State Police say the Motorcyclist was traveling at 120 mph when he ran into the back of the moving semi-truck.
It pays to have a good quality helmet when riding a motorcycle,
Now for the rest of the story...
THIS GUY SURVIVED.
(A reader corrected me on the outcome of this accident. While miracles do happen, unfortunately this man died. She provided the following link to prove it. I received this article in an email and have no idea why they would say he survived.)
Monday, September 6, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Smiling, he says, "I can see that I don't know what I'm doing look on your face, do you need help?"
"Yes please! I need caulking and have no clue which one to get."
He asked me what I needed it for. I told him. He quickly picked out five tubes of it in five seconds flat. After I'd been standing there for ten minutes staring at it.
"Can I help you with anything else?"
I glanced down at my list. And proceeded to tell him what I was looking for, and he proceeded to help me as if he had all the time in the world. All the while a smile on his face. I couldn't help notice he had the biggest brown eyes! When I was done I thanked him, and he turned and walked away. It was then I looked at him, really looked at him.
He wasn't wearing the typical orange vest Lowe's personal wear. He was wearing shorts, a tee-shirt, and had a pencil tucked behind his ear. And it hit me, he didn't even work for Lowe's! I watched him walk toward the lumber section in awe.
You just don't get that kind of thing much these days. Where a stranger will go out of his way to help you, without being asked. His kindness made me feel so good inside. Even better when I realized he was just another shopper like me.
I might just go back to Lowe's again...now:)