Archive for October 2011
so….here are my thoughts on this Oh So Busy Weekend for yours truly since I own a bar.
and now this
and one more….
Have a GREAT weekend! don’t eat too much…..candy.
It’s been a rough week for yours truly.
Me mum had knee replacement surgery Wednesday which meant I was there, with her from 7:30 a.m., until it was done and they moved her to a hospital room. I’m here to tell you, this whole hospital stay thing these days is cushy. The pretty radical process of removing an entire knee joint and replacing it with a metal one takes about 2 hours, but the whole pre-op, post-op, whatever crap stretches on for hours. However, I could have availed myself of a massage or mani/pedi in their spa (I didn’t as I had work to do), eaten in one of the new and improved restaurant style cafeterias, or strolled around the beautiful gardens had the weather not been quite so shitty, or if I hadn’t had so much editing and promotions to do for my books.
But no matter how much you mask that pile of dog poop, that sucker is still a hospital. And by the time I left there late Wednesday night, with me mum still hooked up to a self administering pain machine that she kept pressing and with my latest MS edited and back to the publisher the smell had permeated my hair, clothes and psyche to the point I was ready to scream–but I drank an entire bottle of delicious Old Vine Zinfindel instead.
Oh and in this hospital? There are internet police! I couldn’t access all Romance Ebooks at all—it was “not in keeping with the hospital’s philosophy.” Funny really.
Guess they are not into this sort of thing at St. Joseph Mercy…
I’m approaching the un-enviable moment in life where I will be caught between caring for kids (teenagers) and aging parents. This week has given me a crystal clear view of just how that will go down. Me mum is strong and healthy mostly. But seeing her down, vulnerable, in pain and really really whiney is making me dread the coming years. I’m a good daughter. I owe her. I will do everything in my power to make the coming 2 weeks of intense rehab and recovery as smooth as possible.
But I’m not looking forward to it.
Off to the hospital…again. Be sure and check The Tap Room! My choose your romance novel from Breathless Press! It’s hot, fun, sexy, naughty, and nary a hospital in sight!
I love ‘em
Eric v. Bill
Jacob v. Edward
Ron v. Harry…well, you get my meaning….
It’s a Big Week in football in the Deuce…a.k.a. A-squared….also known as Ann Arbor. Our 5-0 Wolverines travel down the road a ways to East Lansing to visit “Little Brother” . We have been beat down by Sparty for a few years now but are on a serious roll. I’m as busy as one armed paper hanging headless chicken as you might imagine what with a couple of offsite events at other bars plus all the stuff at my Tap Room. It’s gonna be a great day.
Even if you aren’t a sports fan you likely have a favorite rivalry be it between fictional characters, fiction writers, TV characters, technology, drinks or simply cat v. dog.
It’s human nature to get off on healthy competition. It’s why all the sports stars are so bloody rich, no?
So excuse me while I scurry off and attend a Michigan beats Michigan State Eve Party!
Oh, speaking of rivalries, the ones Erin Brady faces in my new Choose your Romance Novel, The Tap Room are left to you, the reader to sort out!
Here’s a recent glowing review:
Here’s the line that keeps running through my head:
cheers kids. have a great weekend. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t….oh, never mind.
Once upon a time I wrote a serialized book on my blog. It was the story of a woman who owned a very successful brewery, had a couple of male business partners whom she considered good friends, a very sexy young man brewer and whose life was falling apart before her eyes.
It was heading down a fairly predictable trajectory. Finding love in the arms of a man who was once “just a friend.” This after dalliances with the hot brewer, and a “reconnection” with her soon to be ex husband which turns into a fiasco.
You know how it is…you typically start a book with the HEA/HFN firmly in mind, with just the middle bits of the journey to relay. I had that. But somehow, in that middle journey I discovered two other very compelling secondary characters, one of which WAS the hunky brewer boy. Our Fearless Leader, the fabulous and talented Justyn The Publisher (see how I slid the sucking up in there?) asked me a question about it once he had the kernel of the story in his hot little hands.
“What about alternate endings?”
Okay..each of these 3 men could form a lovely HEA with my heroine, sure but did I WANT them to? Hmmm…went back to proverbial drawing board and fleshed each of them out a bit, gave them a few POV scenes and to my simultaneous horror and delight discovered I loved them just as much as the Original Hero I had concocted for Ms. Erin Brady. I like them ALL but I’m not a huge fan of the F/M/M/M/M ultimate fantasy nonsense….so a choice had to be made. I was not about to make it.
Whom should she choose? How the F$#@ should I know? I like ‘em all!
The Tap Room: Choose your Romance was born!
It was not your usual creation either. It started as a 30k-ish word longish short story and ended life as an 85k word novel. It’s NOT a “quick read” but it’s a fun one…one I hope you will undertake, make your choice and let me know who and why you chose him?
Thanks again to the creative crew at Breathless Press! publisher, editor, artist, and everyone in between!
What makes flirting fun? Is it the response we get from our intended ‘victim’? I say victim because very few men take being flirted with as their due. Instead they’re usually caught off guard and flattered, which is so sweet of them. Perhaps it’s the rush we get from being naughty. Face it, we all love sex, and flirting is the dance we engage in before pleasures of the flesh. There is no denying that whether you are the flirt or the recipient, it’s a game we all love to play.
Women hone their skills at attracting a mate through learning to bat our eyelashes at men, or a simple touch on the arm when he’s talking. Ever look a man up and down real slow? Watch him stay perfectly still and watch us back. Yes, we’ve got that ‘mysterious woman’ look to us, but more importantly they know we’re in huntress mood. Even if all we’re hunting for is a little sexy fun.
I’ve heard some women say that they’re bad a flirting. I say watch an old movie and you’ll learn how to be sassy and seductive. Mae West was the queen of all ways flirty and naughty. My Little Chickadee is a must watch movie to learn sassy flirting. What other movies have great flirtation to them? What are some of your favorite ways to flirt?
In my short contemporary suspense story, Dangerous Moves, Coreen Evans is no shy kitten when it comes to showing off her craving for her instructor, Rob Larsen. In the sequel, Clandestine Eyes, Rob must choose between his professionalism and his desire for Coreen. See where the flirting leads.
Mary Corrales is a multi-published author who writes sexy, salacious stories for that reader who likes hot sex and a little teasing in between. Visit her website at http://www.authormaryc.com, or chat with her on twitter at www.twitter.com/MaryCorrales_A1.
I breathe in the scent of him, familiar yet somehow always exotic, spiced with the subtle cologne he knows I love, and arousal. Sweat slicks the heated skin under my touch. Sweat beads his forehead. I taste it on his lips. A tremor passes through the body covering mine as my fingers explore well known pathways. I apply pressure here, knowing where to tickle, drawing the breathless groans I revel in…
So, you might ask how a happily married, mostly straight woman such as myself would write M/M erotic? It began as a writing challenge, but quickly became something fascinating. Writing about love is easy. We’ve all known happiness and joy, pain, moments of ecstasy and deepest grief. And really! Men’s bodies are delicious. It wasn’t that hard to take my imagination one step further.
But what did I know about men loving other men? Being married to one of those yummy creatures for twenty-five years, I know a little about how their bodies work. But I also knew it was time for some serious research.
I started with the prostate. The one time I did a little exploring into the subject, my husband asked me very kindly to never do that again. I don’t think he quite knows what he’s missing! I mean, really? Who’d want to deny themselves that pleasure?
Invariably, my search led me to the M/M Romance group on Goodreads. Which, by the way, if you haven’t visited, you should head that way soon. The conversations alone can make my heart pound. And the sensual, lovely stories… Anyway, the conversation there on the prostate was particularly enlightening, with one commenter stating ‘Prostate play WILL always send you over the top, and yes, comparing it to a clit is a good analogy.’ –Mark. I thought that summed it up nicely.
All this led to the next logical step- the toys. Oh my! They were easy to find, and the product descriptions were often funny and titillating in themselves. Though I’m still not quite sure how some them could fit…But anyway, my stories are mostly about the emotions behind the act, so I didn’t have to delve too deeply into the subject. I just did that for fun.
Okay, enough about me. I’ll leave you with a scene from ‘Shelton’s Goodbye’. The story is still in the editing stages, but slips into this topic quite nicely.
“Please,” he panted when he thought his nerves would shatter. Nevil laughed, sounding pleased as he began to undress him. Shelton’s body screamed for Nevil to grab his cock, but he kept silent, knowing their lovemaking was better when Nevil had his way.
He moaned when fingers brushed along the shaft of his twitching penis and tickled his balls, and then light exploded in his head as Nevil began to knead him. Nevil kissed him and Shelton hungrily pulled him closer, but Nevil eased away.
“None of that. In fact…” Nevil put a hand on his chest and gently pushed back. “On the bed, love.”
Shelton felt the edge of the bed against his knees and sat down. The satin sheets were slick and cool against his skin and he lay back, finding the pillows. Goose pumps covered his body as Nevil joined him and he shivered slightly, the anticipation driving him to distraction.
He frowned when Nevil placed his arms over his head and wound a second cloth around his wrists. “I don’t think…”
What was Nevil planning? He felt vulnerable, even more so when Nevil slipped the pillow from under his head to his lower back, lifting his butt off the mattress.
“What’s that?” he asked sharply when a soft burr filled the room, then bit his lip. He knew that sound. He’s been mesmerized the times he’d watched Nevil use one. He’d even participated a time or two, holding Nevil’s shuddering body in his arms as Nevil came with a shout of abandoned pleasure.
He’d been hesitant to try it himself, though. A sigh escaped him, embarrassed by his timidity. Nevil caressed his hot face and leaned close for a sweet kiss.
‘You’re such a delight to make love to,” Nevil murmured as if reading his thoughts. “Trust me. This’ll blow your mind.”
Shelton drew in a lungful of air and let it out slowly, relaxing his muscles. He heard a click and the humming of the vibrator stopped. Nevil’s quick breathing filled the room and Shelton smiled at the sound of his excitement.
“Now where did I put the lube…oh yes.”
Nevil moved on the bed and fumbled in the nightstand. Shelton felt the mattress sag again and held his breath as Nevil blew cool air over his penis, hard and ready for their games.
“God, Nevil,” he groaned as Nevil continued to tease him, flicking his tongue along his aching shaft. He cried out in surprise as Nevil licked the tip. Slippery fingers pushed against his hole and slid inside him. Shelton squirmed blissfully as Nevil stroked the sensitive tissue.
The fingers withdrew and Shelton caught his bottom lip with his teeth as he felt a strange pressure against his hole, not unpleasant, just different. Nevil must have used plenty of lubricant because there was little resistance as the head was carefully inserted. A tingle spread through him as Nevil pushed the vibrator in deeper, creating little ripples of pleasure.
Nevil slid the device in and out of him several times, then rotated it…God! “Nevil! I can’t…”
“I think we found the spot,” Nevil murmured gleefully. “Do you like it there?”
Shelton groaned loudly, arching his back as Nevil nudged the vibrator in further then turned it on. Intense pleasure instantly swamped Shelton’s senses.
“A little faster?” Nevil urged, his voice sounding thick. Shelton helplessly tossed his head. “I don’t know.”
Nevil did something and a feeling bordering on ecstasy burst in Shelton’s brain. He couldn’t think as waves of bliss danced along his nerves.
“Nevil…” he whimpered as his balls tightened; the pressure building towards climax. His body twitched and he thrust his hips downwards against the hand holding the vibrator. He cried out, on the verge of coming, the exquisite pleasure of the vibrator almost painful against his prostate.
Then Nevil’s hot mouth engulfed his penis and it was all over. He came in one quick thrust, his hips rising off the pillow. The orgasm went on and on, shattering him. He panicked slightly as a buzzing grew in his head. His lips tingled then went numb.
“Take a breath, dear.”
Shelton let go of a held breath and drew delicious air into his lungs. He grinned as Nevil untied his hands. He felt amazing and settled into the mattress with a sigh, his body twitching slightly as it recovered from the intense orgasm.
Shelton in Love http://www.breathlesspress.org/Book/291
Shelton’s Promise http://www.breathlesspress.org/Book/345