Aspiring writers are told “write what you know”.
I took that advice to heart.
I know two things… business (based on decades in new business development) and romance (based on falling and staying in love with the man of my dreams).
September 2, 2009
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September 10, 2009
A Short Story On Author Island
September 10, 2009
September 15, 2009
September 21, 2009
October 12, 2009
Interview And Fave Paranormal Book Contest
December 1, 2009
December 6, 2009
Host - My Christmas Traditions
February 15, 2010
The princess did not chase after the prince, Elise told herself for the thousandth time, the elevator doors closing behind her. The button for the penthouse suite floor lit up as the security guard said it would. There was no turning back now.
But then… the princess lived happily ever after. Elise wanted more than that.
She wanted to live passionately ever after.
The kiss they shared was passionate. She touched her lips. There was no doubting that. The way they danced, communicating without words, had been thrilling.
She wanted more. She wanted him.
The elevators door opened. He stood there, tuxedo jacket discarded, bowtie hanging around his neck, his top two shirt buttons undone. No mask, his gaze intense. “Elise.” His voice was raspy as though he’d been sleeping.
“David.” And she was in his arms. She didn’t know if she kissed him or he kissed her. Their lips connected. He bent her backwards and she allowed herself to fall, trusting that he had her. He did, holding her to him, her breasts crushed against his chest.
He groaned, breaking the kiss. “This is even better without the mask.”
“That was one of my fantasies,” she confessed to him. The mask, the mystery, the romance.
“I know.” He nibbled on her neck. “I know you.”
He did. He somehow did. As she knew him. “I have other fantasies.”
“Do you?” His eyes flashed.
“I do.” She gave him her best temptress smile. “Would you like to make those come true too?”
I don’t like scary movies
but because one of my wonderful brothers
is a yet-to-be-discovered horror movie screenwriter,
I watch them
(the things we do for the people we love)
Freddy Krueger (Robert Englund seen here with an ill fitting jacket)
was one of the scariest characters.
The Candyman (Tony Todd also shown)
gave me a fair share of nightmares also.
(Shivers)
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Entering the ballroom, David quickly summed up the situation. Elise had her head turned to her left, her eyes on the overly busy bartenders. Her fingers tapped her champagne flute. Her teeth nibbled on her bottom lip.
David grinned.
Even masked and yards away, his future wife was easy to read. She wanted to help. Not going to happen. He strode toward her. Cinderella did not help out at the ball.
He almost called her name before remembering. She wanted mystery. They knew each other too well for the encounter to be completely mysterious. As she glanced his way, a blush coloring her cheekbones, he knew she recognized him, but if they didn’t speak, she could cling to the illusion.
He extended his hand to her. She, without breaking eye contact, set her glass down, and clasped it. She was wearing elbow length gloves, the silk soft against his skin. She smelled of flowers and Elise, an alluring scent making him think of midnight gardens. He led her onto the dance floor, the band prepped by him to switch to a waltz. He swung her into his arms. She was tall and graceful, fitting perfectly against his body.
They danced song after song, the two of them in their own world, the crowds around them disappearing. It was the most erotic experience of his life, her dress swirling around his legs, his hand on her bare back, her breath on his neck. They were in tune, connected as he always knew they would be.
Then as if by mutual agreement, they stepped apart. He looked down into those gold gilded masked eyes. She was so beautiful, his enchanted princess. Her lips parted and he kissed her. It was a gentle branding, a declaration of his intent. She felt it, gasping as their lips touched.
He wanted to whisk her away. Drive her to his penthouse. Seduce her and never let her escape.
But he couldn’t. She wanted mystery, romance, the fairy tale. So he did the hardest thing he’d ever done. He raised her gloved hand, kissed her silk covered fingers, turned, and walked away.
In celebration of this week’s release
of my short Released
which stars a bald hero (Alvar),
I thought we’d put a bald hottie in the spotlight
and Billy Zane definitely is a hottie.
This look is a little Captain Stubing for everyday wear
but it is the perfect, fun outfit
for a charity function like Heal The Bay.
Photo Taken By Heal The Bay
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