Rules, yeah, I’m not much on rules. Other than I have to put a hot guy in my post on Wednesdays, I never stray from that one.
As for writing rules, I don’t follow many of the supposed hard and fast ones that every writer should swear by. I tried, believe me, but a lot of them don’t work for me. For instance, I do not make a plot outline. I think this goes all the way back to when I first started writing papers in school. I couldn’t write an outline for those either. I didn’t get why I shouldn’t just jump in and write. I’m the type that, once I do all the research, it’s already kind of lined up in my head. So I would write the paper, then turn around and write the outline so I could turn it in. Same thing with books. I jot down character names and some vague information, but for the most part I just leap in and write. The book plays in my head like a movie so I just write what I see. This also gives me the “freedom” to add and subtract as I go. See, I have this quirk that says if I have an outline well I have to stick with it. No matter what. So I just decided to do without. One rule I live by is that I keep writing. I DO NOT go back and fix what I’ve written. As La Nora says, “You can’t fix what isn’t there.” I used to write and rewrite a first chapter over and over. Yeah, great, so I had a really awesome couple of pages, but nothing more. I made myself stop doing that. Now I just write and keep writing until it’s done. Another rule I follow, or, for me it’s a rule, is when I finally edit, I read the book aloud as I go. This helps me hear the mistakes. I do not write at the same time every day. I can’t since I’m now back out working. I do try and write every day. I have found that if I take a journal to work with me I write on my lunch and break. It’s been ages since I’ve hand-written, but it’s working for me. I can’t think of any other rules that I live by. I try to be kind to myself if the writing doesn’t go well. That’s been a struggle, because I used to beat myself up if I didn’t get something done. Now, I just roll with it. The past is past and there’s nothing I can do about it. All I can worry about is the future. Now, run and check out the rules the other ladies live by. Bronwyn Kellie Jessica D
Hello! Today is, of course supposed to be wordless, but in the immortal words of Cher from Clueless — AS IF! There will always be words, oh and hot, lovely men
So, our topic today is all about the bookshelf we supposedly have. I would laugh, but sadly I do not have a shelf of books. I do have this (top of a chest of drawers), but no official book shelf.
The only shelves I have in my bedroom are filled with dolls, and things. Now, I do have a Nook and have tons of books on that. My newest purchases are:
The physical books I’ve started and are currently sitting on my bedside table (another book storage spot) are:
I could certainly keep going because I have tons of books. I even have 4 stacks sitting in my closet.And, of course, even though I have a billion books, I keep buying more, because, a girl can never have enough books. So, now I’ve revealed just a tiny bit of what I own, head over and see what’s sitting on the other ladies’ shelves. Oh, and if you have suggestions, please leave them in the comments below. Obviously, I don’t have enough to read right now. Jessica Bronwyn Jessica D Kayleigh
The song this month is Love at First Sight by Kylie Minogue. If you’re interested here’s the video.
The fiction this month is actually a small part of the book I’m writing. Big warning, this is a sex scene. 🙂 The book is called Entangled. Hope you like it.
“Rowan, I brought you a towel.”
She looked through the glass of the shower to find Sergei watching her. The man was a mouth-watering feast for the eyes wearing just a pair of faded jeans. He was heavily muscled and his body displayed a variety of scars, but they didn’t detract. Hell no, they made him that much more sexy since they labelled him a warrior. Funny, she’d just been thinking about choices. For a change, she was going to choose something for herself.
She opened the shower door. “Do you want to come in?”
“If I do, I will take you, kotenok.” He slowly unbuttoned his jeans and let them drop. His large cock jutted toward her and she ached to feel him inside her body.
“Maybe I’ll take you.”
He stepped in and took her mouth in a scorching kiss. Rowan wrapped her arms around his neck as he pulled her into his arms and pinned her to the wall. He thrust his tongue aggressively into her mouth as she climbed his body to wrap her legs around his waist. Damn the man was hot. He was so big and she loved how he could hold her with no problems. Rowan knew she wasn’t a small woman, by any measure, but he acted as if she didn’t weigh a thing.
She brushed her tongue against one of his fangs, nicking it. He shuddered in his arms and sucked on her tongue. She could taste her blood in his mouth and, far from grossing her out, it turned her on. The huge male was shaking in her arms all because of her taste.
He slid his mouth from hers and laid a trail of biting kisses across her jaw line. She tilted her head to give him access as he sucked on her neck. Toes curling, she cradled his head.
“Do it, Sergei. Bite me.”
A low growl rumbled through this chest as his fangs slid into her neck. She saw stars as an orgasm punched through her body. Shaking and gasping, she held on as he fed. Now she understood why humans were so anxious to become blood donors to the Vitala. Instant orgasm, just add fangs.
“Fuck, kotenok, you taste like the sweetest nectar from heaven,” he said, kissing down to suckle at her breasts. “I could die happy now with your taste in my mouth.”
“No dying before you fuck me.” She squirmed against him.
Laughing, he kissed her again. “Are you ready for me?”
He brushed his fingers against her pussy and Rowan bucked in his arms. The man’s touch was light and gentle. She almost screamed since she didn’t want gentle. She wanted rough.
“Sergei, stop teasing.” She bit his ear lobe.
Between one second and the next, he thrust his cock into her. She bit his shoulder to stop from screaming. He was big, bigger than she was used to, and it was so good. He hit every spot as he shuttled in and out.
“Do you like that, kotenok? Huh, do you like my cock?”
She nodded as she pulled his head down for a kiss. Tongues tangled together as he scraped a nail over her clit. Rowan stiffened as the orgasm rolled over her. He thrust twice more and followed her.
He kept her pinned to the wall as they gasped for the breath. Rowan was wrung out as all the tension of the last two years seeped away. Yep, good sex was the best medicine. Not that she’d had sex as good as this, hell the man blew her circuits. Closing her eyes, she rested her head on his shoulder as she stroked his back. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed physical contact until Sergei had touched her. It was as if she felt more real now, more a part of the world.
He eased away and let her feet slip to the floor. Disappointment pricked her, but she ignored it. What? Did she expect he’d hang around. He got what he wanted and so did she. Instead of leaving though, he carefully washed her hair and bathed her. Not something she expected from him, but she really didn’t know him. They’d talked and, now, had sex, but it wasn’t as if they truly knew one another.
“Stop thinking so hard,” he murmured, as he kissed her. “Time enough for that later. Let me take care of you, kotenok.”
“What do you keep calling me?” She leaned against him.
“Kitten.”
She made a face and he laughed.
“I am not a kitten.”
“To me you are. All claws and hissing until you’re stroked just right. I don’t think anyone has petted you well until now. Yes?” He nuzzled her neck and she instinctively tilted her head. “I think if you let me, I will have you purring all the time.”
She suspected he was right, but didn’t say. That would certainly give him an overblown ego, which was something the man didn’t need.
“Come,” he said, as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. “I’ll dry you off.”
“I can do it myself.”
“Yes, I know, but I want to take care of you.” He wrapped a towel around her as she stepped out of the shower. “I have a feeling no one has ever done that.”
He’d be right. As an only child of a military parent, she tried to make friends, but when her family moved all the time nothing was permanent. By the time she was fourteen, she’d built a shield around herself and only allowed people to see the surface. No one ever got close because to allow that meant she could be hurt. Rowan had been hurt enough. Now, she was just tired. And. there was something about Sergei that slipped under her careful façade. She didn’t know what it was, but she felt safe. Like maybe, she knew he wouldn’t hurt her. Or, maybe she’d finally cracked and was losing her mind?
Sergei finished drying her off. “Thank you for offering your throat. You honor me.”
“Did I?”
He tilted her face up. “Yes. You’re a strong woman, a warrior and for you to offer to feed me…it humbles me.”
“You’re welcome, but it’s not like I didn’t get anything out of it.” Rowan leaned against him and smiled. “A world class orgasm was a fair trade.”
He laughed. “I will tell you that’s the first time my bite has had that affect. Others have told me it was pleasurable, but never orgasm inducing.”
“Lucky me.”
He led her into the bedroom. “I think lucky us.” Grabbing up some lotion out of her bag he swept her up and lay her on the bed. “Come, kotenok, let me stroke you.”
Now run and check out what the other ladies have written with the song. Bronwyn Kayleigh Jessica
Hey! I’m so sorry I missed last week. I’m such a dork that I totally missed the fact that it was Wednesday. Yeah, I know. I’m back this week and with Hotness of the Day courtesy of Sis
Our topic this week is all about the perfect weekend. Problem is I don’t know if it’s supposed to be based on reality or what it would be if I was wildly wealthy. LOL! So, I will give you both.. The reality:My perfect weekend is hanging with my sister and our two best friends. They live in TN so we don’t see them all the time. On Saturday, we would all hit Barnes & Noble (our favorite hangout spot). We’d look at books, chat with our friends, and end up in the cafe. After that we’d go to Michaels (love that place) and have lunch someplace yummy. Coming home we’d relax and talk. Most probably we’d watch a really horrible movie like Sharknado 16 and eat yummy snacks. On Sunday, I’d get to take a wonderful nap. I love naps. 🙂 They’re so awesome. Then I’d write. Now, my dream perfect weekend we’d be at the beach in a lovely house that sits right on the water. My bedroom would face the water and it would be cool enough to have the windows open so I can hear the see the ocean. We’d relax and do nothing, but sit and talk and soak up the fabulous view.
Now run over and see how the other ladies would spend a perfect weekend. Bronwyn Kellie Jessica D
Hey! Welcome to our picture flash fiction for July. I totally missed last month due to my birthday and working so I’m back stronger than ever this month. Or, at least, I hope I am. Anyway, here’s the pic and the story I wrote to go along with it. Hope you enjoy.
Yep, she had obviously overdressed for the destination. The note Cameron sent had given her directions to their date spot. The ass hadn’t mentioned there would be walking. Walking, hell. Hiking. There was going to be hiking involved. She laid her head on the steering wheel and thought briefly about leaving. She didn’t need this shit, not after the totally crap day she’d had.
Brushing her hand over the soft material of her dress, she stared down at her high-heels and sighed. Anna opened the car door and slipped the shoes off. If she stepped on a bee or broken glass, she was done. Done with everything. Climbing out, she locked the door behind her and started along the path holding her pretty shoes.
The dirt path was hard and cool beneath her bare feet as tall grass swayed around her. Birds sang as butterflies flitted about and, against her will, Anna begin to relax. The breeze was fresh and smelled sweet as the trees moved in languid patterns. Pausing, she closed her eyes and turned her face up to the sky. The sun warmed her skin and stretched out her arms. Okay, maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
Her steps were lighter as she made her way down the path. She brushed her hand over the tall stalks of grass and the feathery texture tickled her palm. Cresting a small hill, she spied a small canopy under a wide tree. Could that really be the date spot? She checked the note and Cam’s bold scrawl met her eyes telling her she couldn’t miss the spot. Smiling, she moved down the hill. Her boyfriend of two years wasn’t known for romantic gestures.
He was calm and steady. When they’d first started dating, some people she knew had seemed confused by their paring. Sure, he was handsome, but he was boring, dull, and other words that she’d gotten tired of hearing. So, she’d done the smart thing, and dumped those supposed friends. Of course, he wasn’t like her past boyfriends. They had been BOYS, not a man. Anna had come to that realization during their first date. She loved how he’d treated her, spoke to her, listened to her.
“Cameron,” she called, as she approached.
He stepped out into the open and smiled. She slowed just so she could look at him. Blond hair lifting in the soft breeze, clear blue eyes, and a killer smile. Altogether, his features made a handsome package, but it was more than that. He was funny, smart, steady, and totally dependable. He’s always kept his promises and never made a promise he knew he couldn’t keep.
“You look beautiful,” he said, leaning down to kiss her.
Leading her into the tent, she found a thick blanket spread on the ground. He helped her sit and poured her a glass of wine. Sitting beside her, he picked up his glass, and touched it to her own.
“Are you surprised?” he asked.
“Yes, this is wonderful. Okay, I have to admit I wasn’t happy when I first got here and realized I had to hike.”
He laughed. “Did you curse me?”
“A little,” she said, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Now, I’m here, I love it.”
He took her lips in a deep kiss and she sighed into his mouth. She loved kissing Cameron. His kisses were slow and thorough, which always made her toes curl. He slid a hand under her hair and cupped her neck as he deepened the kiss.
Pulling back, he watched her with serious eyes. Anna traced his lips with a finger and he shivered. Another thing they had was chemistry, hot combustible chemistry. No matter what they did, she was always satisfied at the end. He made sure of it. Anna felt a low pull in her belly and knew she was wet just thinking about the things they did together.
He put his glass down. “I was going to wait, but I can’t.”
Her brow wrinkled. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he smiled. “In fact, everything is right. I love you.”
“I love you too.” She kissed him again.
“Marry me?”
She blinked, not sure she’d heard him right. “What?”
“Marry me? I want us to belong to one another. Live together. Travel together. Get a cat together. I love you Anna. I know I might not be the person you imagined being with for the rest of your life—”
Tears gathered in her eyes as she placed a finger over his lips, cutting him off. “You’re right, you’re not the person I imagined, because there was no way I could see someone so amazing. I love you so much. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
Cameron pulled her close and kissed her. Anna swore she would never forget this incredibly perfect day.
Hello! Welcome once again to the randomness that is the Wednesday blog. Here’s the hot guy of the day:
Today we’re chatting about our favorite musical artists. Jeez Louise, I have a huge list since I love music. Always have. I can’t ever remember a time when there wasn’t music going at our house. My parents were both older so my sis and I grew up listening to music from the 40s through the 60s. Mostly it was on 78 records (that was the speed in which you played them), but Mom also had regular albums and little 45s. Once I got old enough I started collecting my own music. Okay, so these are in no particular order. But here’s a list of my favorite musical artists/groups. 1. Led Zeppelin – I’ve loved them since I was a kid. Of course, when they came to my city I was way too little to go see them. Mom wouldn’t have even imagined taking me to see a show. *sigh* So, I listen to CDs and watch my DVDs and just pretend.
2. Disturbed – I discovered them when I heard Down with the Sickness on the radio. I have all their CDs and I’m so excited since they are finally coming out with a new CD in August.
3. Katy Perry – I always smile when I hear her songs. They always have such a good beat. My fav is Dark Horse and the video is really cool too.
4. Taylor Swift – yeah I know, but I love the song Shake it Off. Such an awesome beat and so danceable. Plus, it’s kind of my anthem now. Anytime something shitty happens I just think shake it off. Then the song pops into my head and I smile. 5. Jessie J – I heard Bang, Bang on the radio and loved it so I went looking for other songs. I found Burnin’ Up and discovered one of my new fav songs.
6. Elvis – he was my Mom’s favorite and I love him. We grew up listening to his music and I can’t tell you how many of his songs are on my MP3 player. 7. Nine Inch Nails – ahhh, Trent Resnor never fails me. I loved to dance to NIN music when I went to the clubs and saw him in concert on the Downward Spiral tour. So much awesome. And so much strangeness.
8. Enya – yeah, I know, but I love her. And I’m sure you’re wondering what the hell, Gwen, but I have all her CDs. Her music is so soothing. And she has an amazing voice. 9. Tori Amos – I have most of her older stuff. My fav CD was Boys for Pele. I could listen to it over and over. I saw her in concert and she is amazing.
I’m sure I could keep going and going like the Energizer Bunny, but I’ll stop now. I currently have over over 1000 songs on my Mp3 player and they are all my very favorite songs . . . right now. So, I will let you run and check out who the other girls are loving (I predict Norris is going to say Nickelback). Maybe you can collect some new music. If you have any suggestions for me to try, just drop them down in the comments. Jessica Bronwyn Kris Jessica D Kayleigh
Well, it’s Wednesday again, which means it’s time for Randomness! And it’s also time for the hot guy of the week
Wow, so this week we’re describing our current WIP (work in progress) in 5 words. The book I’m working on is called Entangled (used to be Soul Bond) and is a MMF.
WIP – Vampires, Menage, Action, Hot, Mystery Characters – Dangerous, Sexy, Smart, Conflicted, Solitary Setting – Urban, Vampire Enclave, Conflict – Kidnapping, Murder, Vampires/Human menage There it is. I keep saying I’m half way through, but I’m rewriting a piece I started on ages ago and so much has changed with it I should have scraped it and started fresh. For every thousand words I write, I delete another thousand. I figure I’ll be finished eventually. Now run out and check out what the other ladies have to say. Jessica Bronwyn Kris Kellie Jessica D Paige See you all next week! — Gwen
Hello and welcome to the incredible thing that is the Randomness of Wednesday. Today our topic is all about combating stress. Oh first let me fill your life with awesome.
Yeah, if looking at him doesn’t relax someone, I don’t know what will. Anyway, I have a variety of things I do to cope with stress. The biggie is reading. I love to read and, as time has gone by, I’ve found more and more genres I like. I especially love nonfiction books and can read two or more of these at the same time. History, science, and social science are some of my favorite topics, also the quirkier the better. Right now I’m reading a few books. One is called My Planet by Mary Roach (she’s awesome and funny). Another is called The Invention of Murder: How the Victorians Revelled in Death and Detection and Created Modern Crime by Judith Flanders (Yes I swear that’s the title). The Unleashing by Shelly Laurenston (an author that makes me laugh out loud) I’m also a knitter. This gives my hands something to do when I’m watching TV. I hate sitting through commercials. If something is really bothering me I’ll read through the commercials because I don’t like to give myself time to worry and worry and worry. It’s useless and often doesn’t solve anything. If I can’t read because my mind is running a million miles an hour I love to do word search puzzles. I have a big book of them and will drag them around with me from room to room. Another relaxing thing is computer games. I like hidden object games and also match 3 deals. I have a couple of them on my computer I can open up whenever the need hits. When I’m doing this I’ll either listen to music or a book on my MP3 player. I love listening to audio books. Right now it’s Nalini Singh’s Psy/Changeling series I’m going through.
If everything else fails, I go out for a drive. I don’t go huge distances, usually to the Starbucks about 20 minutes away, but a drive will help clear my head. Plus, the yummy coffee drink doesn’t hurt either. One thing I never, ever do is go to places such as Target. Stress will make me fill up my cart with stupid stuff that I don’t need and I’ll roll out with a huge bill. Nope, been there, done that and don’t want to go back. So shopping isn’t an option. I also don’t craft when I’m stressed. I need to be able to concentrate when I’m doing something like making jewelry. I’ve discovered stress and concentration do not go together. Though, I will go through Pinterest to look for crafting ideas. Right now, I’m planning for Halloween. I know, don’t judge, so I’m looking around for decoration ideas. Now run over and check out what the other girls do to alleviate stress. Jessica Bronwyn Kris Kellie Jessica D
I’ve been following this whole Duggar situation. Not as if I consciously want to, but it’s there, in my face, day in and day out. I’ve really tried to ignore it, but I just can’t anymore. Not when assinine people comment shit like “he was just a kid” and “he’s really sorry” and “it happened so long ago” and my favorite “well he just touched them over their clothes, while they were sleeping.” My response to all of this is Really Fucktards?? Really?? So because he was “just” a kid — he was 15 — what he did was okay? And that it happened “so long ago” it should be ignored? So “he’s really sorry” . . . that and a nickle will get you shit. And finally “he just touched them over their clothes, while they were sleeping” is another excuse in a long line of excuses. As a survivor of childhood sexual abuse by someone who was considered “just a kid” I am furious! My molester was 11 . . . did you catch that . . . HE WAS 11 and I was 6. So are you going to stand there and tell me what happened to me wasn’t abuse because he wasn’t “old enough”? Or, it was just experimentation?? No, no it wasn’t. He touched, fondled, and tried sexual penetration. Once again, he was 11 . . . so does that make what he did okay?? Josh Duggar is a child molester, sexual predator, pedophile. It doesn’t matter what age he was. He didn’t perpetrate once or twice, hell no, it was more like 5 or more times that we know of. He just kept doing it over and over. People like this don’t stop. They can’t. It’s something hard-wired into them. The recidivism rate for child molesters is extremely high. They are 4 times more likely to reoffend. 4 TIMES! No one got Duggar any help what-so-ever, his family, like most swept it under the rug and closed ranks. It happened in my family. Once again, sexual predators don’t stop. It would be like asking a lion or tiger not to hunt. It’s never going to happen. So, they’ve closed ranks and protected their precious son. You can’t tell me he didn’t continue to offend. It’s not possible. As I’ve said, people like this don’t just stop. He molested little kids and he’ll continue to do it. He had a clear field because they will protect and hide him. I feel so, so horrible for his children and the other children he has contact with. I only hope his victims actually come forward. You know his sisters won’t, since they’ve been brain-washed into the whole idea that either it was their fault or what happened wasn’t a big deal. Hell they were on TV defending him. Oh and another thing. People are acting as if the release of this information is the big bad in this whole situation. As if, releasing the information is worse than sexually molesting children. NOT! Yeah, there’s such a thing as the freedom of information act. The magazine requested the information and it was given to them. The case wasn’t sealed. It was out there for everyone to find. *taking a deep breath* I understand that everyone is entitled to his or her own opinion, but when the opinion is so fucking stupid you need to shut up. Sexual abuse isn’t a life experience someone just get’s over. It leaves a mark. It changes you in ways you can’t even understand unless you’ve lived through it. Sexual abuse shapes your whole entire life and you may go through tons of therapy and move beyond the event, but it’s always there. Waiting. It only takes one thing to trigger a memory and you’re right back there again. Then you’re working to claw your way back out again. To be okay again. I know the abuse shaped my life. Made me who I am. In the beginning, I often wondered who I would have turned out to be if my cousin wouldn’t have existed. After a while, I realized it was a useless exercise and all it did was make me angry. So I had to put it and whoever I would have been away. She doesn’t exist. I’m here and I’m all I have to work with. I just cross my fingers and hope all of Duggar’s victims can heal and move beyond. As for him, I hope he rots in a jail cell where he belongs. Oh and his daddy needs to go with him since he’s the king of the family and makes the decisions. Angry? You better fucking believe I’m angry. I doubt I’ll ever get beyond that emotion when I hear stories like this. The sad thing is until we, as a society, quit protecting predators and take responsibility to instead protect our children we’ll continue to hear stories like this. I just hope that people gain more understanding instead of shooting their mouths off about stuff they can’t begin to relate to.
Happy Gwensday! I wish I could tell you I have some deep, indepth quotes to toss your way. Words that would totally change your life, make you think, or amaze your brain. Yeah, I don’t have any of those. I do have a hunky man pic, though.
And, now, onto my favorite quotes.
And, there you have it!! Now run over and check out what everyone else loves. I’m sure they’ll be more inspiring than mine. LOL!! Jessica Bronwyn Kris Kellie Jessica D Kayleigh Paige See you all next week!! — Gwen
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