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?

To pre-order Postponed Pleasure, click here.

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Happy Thanksgiving

I'm not traveling this year so I can't give any advice as to travel. However, I can surely offer my empathy if, like myself, you found yourself needing to go to the grocery store the DAY before Thanksgiving.

Let me assure you, I had a list. Checked it not only twice but three times. I was ready. I had a strategy to "get in and get out."

When I came through the door, I noticed that almost every check-out lane had an actual cashier. PERFECT. Thirty minutes and I'd be back in my car.

So...what's that saying about best laid plans? 

The first sign that there'd be a ripple in my timeframe was the fact that there was no celery where there was supposed to be celery. I kid you not. I ask you, are you to make dressing (or stuffing depending on where you live) without celery? Can it even be done? If it can, this was not the year I wanted to find out such a fact. Anyhoo, I had to wait for the celery to be replenished. No real biggie. I just went on with my shopping.

The second sign that this would be an adventure in patience was the fact that there were only two boxes of unsalted butter where there should be piles of boxes. (Perhaps it's not called a box of butter, but you know, the thing with four separate sticks of butter inside? Yes, that's what I'm referring to). Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a woman and her husband at the top of the aisle. She was reading off her list and clearly said "butter."

I like to think that I'm a gracious person but to be perfectly clear, I needed that butter to bake my million dollar cake. Oh yes, I did. As casually as I could manage, I picked up the two boxes and deposited them in my cart. Then, smoothly executed a U-turn with my cart and left the scene.

The third sign that this would in no way resemble a typical trip to the grocery store? The flour I normally purchase to make said million dollar cake was NOT on the shelf. GASP! I need to bake that cake. I could almost taste the sweet blend of almond and vanilla extract. Was this payback for taking both boxes of butter?

One hour and forty minutes later, I was pushing my cart to the car complete with everything on my list...and a headache.

What wisdom can I impart if you find yourself in the unenviable position of having to stop at a grocery store the day before Thanksgiving?

  • Patience is most definitely a virtue and a necessary addition if your sanity is to be maintained.
  • The store hasn't run out of items. They're simply in the storeroom. Don't be afraid to paste a smile on your face and ask for assistance. 
  • Wear comfortable shoes. I add this because if, like myself, you were coming from work you may have not anticipated being in the store for a length of time.
I hope you enjoy your day with loved ones. I'm off to bake my million dollar cake and I bet that's exactly what'll taste like.


Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Cover Reveal

Blurb:  Postponed Pleasure

Who needs love when you have job security? Career is advertising executive Laila Donovan’s sole focus. Faced with the opportunity to land a high-profile account, she is determined to win. Retired pro quarterback Matthew Parker is enjoying a life filled with hosting gigs. When his teenage love re-enters his life, Matt intends to keep her in his life this time.

Will Matt succeed or will Laila decide winning at all costs is the most important play to make?