Wednesday, May 16, 2018

A belated Happy Mother's Day to all the wonderful mothers and mothers-to-be. Frankly, all women. Doesn't matter if your children are fur babies, you mother someone or something. KUDOS TO YOU!!



Saturday, April 07, 2018

What Season is This?

Is it just me or is our weather going bonkers? I routinely keep coat and jacket in  my vehicle. I have sweaters in my desk at the DJ because by the time the heat travels from the vent to the side of my face on which it constantly blows, it feels like cold air. I'm pretty sure the pores on that side of my face are perpetually tight and youthful. And yet, some days I don't apparently comprehend the weather forecast and end up removing a thermal layer because a bead of sweat created a path down my back -- when I'm not even exercising. It's enough to make you feel icky for the rest of the day.


Spring has supposedly arrived but it sure doesn't feel like it. Guess you really can't please all of the people all of the time.





Saturday, February 03, 2018

Powering Thru It

I don't know where you live, but there are quite a few cases of nasty colds and flu around in my area. The hubby, who'll I'll refer to as Sarge, managed to fall victim to the flu. I was diligent about making sure I didn't catch anything from him. Turns out, I wasn't as diligent as I thought. Or, I may have sucked the virus from the air at the DJ. Who the heck knows where one picks up things from? The grocery store? Theatre? The mall? Ulta? Sephora?  

I've never experienced issues with my sinuses before but let me tell you, my sinuses were clenched tighter than flesh stuffed in spandex. The pressure of my head was nothing like I'd ever felt before. Breathing was a major issue because I couldn't get a sliver of air in my nostrils. Thankfully, It wasn't raining since I was forced to breathe through my mouth.

I didn't have a fever but when I went to sleep, apparently a fever developed and then broke. My clothes were so wet they were literally sticking to my skin. I think even my socks were damp. What the heck kind of fever was that?

But I'm slowly getting better and Sarge is a huge help. Every now and then we all need a bit of babying.

Wednesday, January 31, 2018

Where did January go?

Am I the only one wondering what the heck I've done for the first 31 days of the year? Seems like just yesterday it was New Year's Day. However, we are inching closer to Spring and I have to admit I'm more than ready. Nothing against Winter but dodging folks with colds and flu is a full-time job.

To show my respect for this necessary season (after all, it's hard to wear fabulous cashmere sweaters in summer), I composed a little something. Hope it brings a warm smile to your face.

My Ode to Winter (well, not really an ode, but a rambling)


You are a cool customer whenever you're seen.
Dressed in your sparkling white and dripping with ice.
Forecasters try to guess your next appearance.
Are you really misunderstood? Or inherently nice?

Some love you while others dread your approach.
Frozen flowers you wear like a broach.
Unapologetic for your divine time,
Revered and record-breaking-- like a fine wine.

Countless snowmen and angels disappear with you,
Entrusted to your care until the next year.
When you return with much fanfare right after Fall,
The dazzling belle of the frozen season's ball.


Saturday, January 06, 2018

Playlist for Postponed Pleasure

So when I was writing Postponed Pleasure, the kernel that kicked the Laila and Matt's love story into gear were a couple of songs. Now, perhaps they weren't necessarily meant to be viewed as break-up music but that's what my ear interpreted them as. Isn't it funny when you're going through heartache, you hear exactly the music you need to hear?

Here are a few of the songs that comprised playlist I used while writing Postponed Pleasure:





What are some of your favorite break-up songs?

Saturday, November 25, 2017

Postponed Pleasure

Postponed Pleasure is available for pre-order by clicking here

Enjoy an excerpt below... 

Matthew’s laughter rumbled from his chest, mesmerizing her with its rich fullness. “I can’t believe we both ended up in California. So close and yet…” He rubbed a finger over her bare left hand.

Laila clenched her thighs in response.


“Did you marry that overgrown hulk you dated in college?”

“No.” She grimaced. “I sent him packing after he cultivated the terrible habit of dating several women at the same time. What about you? Last I heard, you and a beauty queen were headed into domestic bliss.”

He chuckled. “She wanted to get married but she wasn’t the woman for me.”

Laila wanted to ask who was, but the idea of him finding the perfect woman rankled. Hadn’t he made it perfectly clear she didn’t hold his interest?

He trailed a finger from her wrist to her elbow, then circled her arm to tug her around the floater to his side. “Is there anyone who’d have a problem with us spending time together?”

Come on, girl. He shouldn’t still affect you like this. She shook her head. “What about on your end?”

“Not at all.” His leg brushed against hers.

A jolt of awareness traveled up her body, pooling in her center. Her pulse rocketed into overdrive, causing her brain to issue a red alert, but her body refused to listen. Images of them kissing and his hands stroking her willing body flooded her mind. Her entire being readied itself for pleasure.

He grinned as if he knew her secret thoughts. “You know, I never found a woman who kisses as well as you.”

You’re over him, remember? Pull yourself together, Miss Independent. Her heart throbbed against her chest and she allowed a small smile of pride at the idea of being irreplaceable.

Matthew snaked an arm around her waist. “I know we didn’t part on the best of terms but I never stopped thinking about you.”

His deep tones blew through her walls of protection like fire through dry pine needles.

She quivered in response. How could her body betray her like this? She said nothing, afraid of what she’d blurt out if she opened her mouth. Was he playing another game with her?

“Did you ever think about me?” His voice lowered, melting the years between them like butter in a hot skillet.
His intense gaze ran over her, heating her exposed skin. 

Don’t give in. He left you for someone else. “You cross my mind if someone mentions you,” she forced out in a breathy tone as if she’d run a mile. Liar. After all this time, why did he have such an effect on her? She was over him, had been ever since he obliterated her heart.

He chuckled. “Sometimes I wish we hadn’t been so close.”

Was that a look of regret crossing his face? Laila nodded in agreement with his words, not really knowing how else to respond.

“We were young and—”

“I know what you mean.” She forced a smile to her face, though she didn’t understand what he meant at all. Was his regret the reason he’d hurt her?

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