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One Day I’ll Be Famous

May 20, 2012 By Leave a Comment

Sorry this is so late going up, but I’m literally on the road uploading this post. So here goes.

I adore this musical. You’re probably wondering what Eliza Dolittle Day and musicals have in common. My Fair Lady by George Bernard Shaw was based off his play Pygmalion, it was also a Broadway Show which starred Julie Andrews and Rex Harrison and in the movie version Rex Harrison and Audrey Hepburn. I think Julie was a little miffed about being passed over for the movie, but both woman have had great careers.

So Eliza Dolittle Day comes about when Eliza is frustrated with Professor Henry Higgins. He’s teaching her how to speak more genteel so she can get a job as a lady’s maid or in a flower shop.

In her song, Just You Wait, she’s thinking of various ways to get rid of Henry Higgins and the verse which sparked this day,

 

 

One day I’ll be famous! I’ll be proper and prim;

Go to St. James so often I will call it St. Jim!

One evening the king will say:

“Oh, Liza, old thing,

I want all of England your praises to sing.

Next week on the twentieth of May

I proclaim Liza Doolittle Day!

All the people will celebrate the glory of you

And whatever you wish and want I gladly will do.”

“Thanks a lot, King” says I, in a manner well-bred;

But all I want is ‘enry ‘iggins ‘ead!”

 

The really nice thing about My Fair Lady, it has a great love story at the heart of it. As I said before I adore this musical so much that I’ve seen it numerous times, enough to know most of the songs and many of the lines. :-) So go ahead and celebrate Eliza Dolittle Day.

Until next time Indulge Your Inner Romantic.

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The Nasty Vamp by Gail Koger Giveaway

May 18, 2012 By 6 Comments

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Excerpt from The Nasty Vamp:

All I wanted was to be a normal, ordinary girl whose biggest worry was what to wear to her twenty-first birthday party. I needed for a few hours to forget about my mother’s murder and the monsters that inhabit the night. With all my heart I wished for a little romance, for a man who could make me forget the bloodshed and death. I longed for a prince charming who would sweep me off my feet and kiss me under the stars. Then fate kicked me in the teeth and granted my wish.

My perfect prince charming turned out to be a vampire. If I hadn’t been so blasted drunk I might have noticed his fangs a bit sooner. Not when they were buried in my neck and the super nova of orgasms was tearing through me

I had given my virginity to Ian McGregor, an eight hundred year old master vampire with magical abilities, who knew I would become a slayer on my twenty-first birthday. The bastard deliberately crashed the party, lured me to his bed and took my powers. Uncle Fester’s timely intervention saved my life but my slayer powers were gone forever.

My dreams shattered and in a royal snit I tracked McGregor down and blew up a garage full of his expensive antique automobiles. Big mistake! Who knew a Highland warrior that had been turned way back in 1186 would be so rabid about his cars?

I certainly didn’t need Uncle Fester’s snarky comment that riling up a master vampire was about as smart as whacking on a hornet’s nest with a stick. You’re gonna get bit, repeatedly.

Uncle Fester dragged me to a creepy old witch and held me down while the bitch magically welded an Amalfi Medallion to my neck. I was now stuck with a freakin’ silver dog collar complete with spikes and weird carvings. The Amalfi would supposedly protect me from McGregor. What I really needed was something to protect me from Aunt Tessa.

After a two hour lecture on the stupidity of spreading my legs for a vampire, Aunt Tessa promptly shipped me off to the University of Alfred.

No. It’s not a school for butlers. Aunt Tessa’s eccentric and very dead husband had been a big Batman fan and he named the highly secretive school after the ever faithful Alfred.

My Aunt said it was the perfect place for me to put my talent for blowing stuff up to good use and the instructors would teach me some badly needed discipline.

Since I could no longer be a slayer, it was a good fit. Alfreds are weapons, explosives and surveillance experts.

My name is Ann Dragos but everyone calls me Bunny. My idiot, dead uncle stuck me with this swell nickname because I’m so itty-bitty, cute, and cuddly. Gag me. At least I wasn’t named after a Disney character like my cousin.

My psychic abilities are the only reason I’m still breathing. My mom was forced to drink from a vampire when she was pregnant with me and that transfusion has given me some pretty nifty powers.

Powers the nasty vamp couldn’t take away. I’m telepathic which lets me eavesdrop on all of McGregor’s dirty little plans and stay a step ahead of him. My ace in the hole is I can’t be mesmerized and forced to do their bidding. This allows me to get up close and personal with my Mister Pointy. Another gift is the ability to read auras and sense any supernatural beings within a mile of me. Since vampires are freakishly fast, it gives me enough time to set up my booby traps and fry their asses.

McGregor placed a million dollar bounty on my head and three years later still actively hunts me. I guess I should quit blowing up his cars.

Questions:

#1 – When was Ian McGregor turned?

#2 – Who gave Bunny her swell nickname?

#3 – What did Bunny want for her 21st birthday?

 

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Alley Cat by Christine DePetrillo Giveaway

May 17, 2012 By 3 Comments
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Book Title: ALLEY CAT
Author: Christine DePetrillo
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Excerpt:
Flames climbed into the dusky sky. Orangered
flares shot fury into the growing darkness.
Shara Dumorte watched from the street curb as the
fire swallowed her apartment. She only had the
clothes on her back and the satchel on her
shoulder. Luckily, her cameras were in the satchel
along with the photographs she’d taken on the
shoot this afternoon. Be a shame to lose an entire
day’s work along with the rest of her life’s
treasures.
It sucked coming home to an inferno after a
lovely day photographing models for an issue of

City Chic

, the hottest fashion magazine to hit the
stands. Shara had only lived in the apartment for a
couple years, but it was home, her private space.
What was she supposed to do now?
She glanced down the street as fire trucks
screamed closer. She wanted to tell them not to
rush. There’d be no saving the building. Windows
were already shattered, walls blackened,
possessions melted, memories lost.
Once the fighters and investigators arrived,
there’d be questions. Questions about why and
how. When and who. Questions whose answers
never got her any help. Shara swept her gaze to the
left and right. Took a good look at her neighbors,
whose homes were now lost too. Lost because of

her bad choices.

Because of Jesse Franchetti.
It should have been so simple. Her phone
call to the police when she had heard Jesse and his
crew planning to break into and clean out the First
American Bank should have solved everything. The
police should have stormed into her apartment
when Jesse was asleep on her couch—where he had
pretty much taken up permanent residence—and
carted him off to jail. He shouldn’t still be roaming
the streets.
Hunting her down. Plotting to silence her for
good.
Sure, the police had offered her protection
in the form of a bodyguard who followed her
everywhere while they investigated Jesse. That got
old pretty quick. Especially when the bodyguard
wrestled one of the cover models to the ground at
work. The model had yelled at Shara about the way
the overhead lights made his spray-on tan look
fake. Shara dealt with models like him all the time.
The shouting hadn’t bugged her in the least, but
the bodyguard took it as a threat and things went
south from there. She’d traded that bodyguard in
for another, who had spent more time flirting with
her than watching out for Jesse. She’d had to let
him go too.
She’d considered the witness protection
program, but Shara couldn’t see starting all over
somewhere else. She’d made a name for herself in
the world of photography and wasn’t about to let
that all go to hell because of Jesse. Too bad he’d
turned out to be such a creep. A really hot creep.
She’d fallen for his movie star good looks and the
tasty cooking Jesse did in the Italian restaurant he
owned. Now she was homeless because of him.
Jesse had promised to kill her when he found
out she was the one who had ruined the biggest
bank heist in history. Shara had thought he’d meant
that figuratively. No such luck. Turns out he was
more of a literal man.
She’d narrowly escaped his attempt to run
her down with his truck. She’d outmaneuvered two
of his goons while walking home from a late photo
shoot. Shara had even managed to swim to safety
when Jesse, posing as a jogger in the park, pushed
her into the freezing lake water. Her time at the
gym pool had not gone to waste.
But fire. She couldn’t undo that damage or
squirm her way out of it. In another few moments,
despite the hoses now spraying water in thick
streams, her home would be a pile of ash. She
untied her sweater from her waist and slipped it
on. A fall breeze sifted through her straight, black
hair, sending some of the funky purple highlights
she’d just had done fluttering about her face.
Smoke billowed from the apartment carcass, and
the air smelled like burned toast.
Shara fiddled with the studs lining her left
ear and flipped through a mental address book,
trying to figure out whom she could crash with for
a few days. As she ticked through the list, the
whine of a motorcycle sent her feet flying into a
sprint.
Away. She had to get away from the scene.
Away from Jesse and his next attempt to finish her.
Shara ran past her neighbors. Past the
firefighters and police. Down the narrow streets.
Her feet barely hit the pavement that snaked
between the towering buildings of the city. The
motorcycle engine buzzed over her drumming pulse
as she rounded the corner. He wasn’t far behind
her. She had to keep moving.

If he finds me, I won’t see tomorrow.

Shara shuddered, but quickened her pace
and dodged into a smaller alley off the main
roadway. The buildings around her kept the city
light out. She could let the shadows swallow her.
She could disappear.
“Lost, are you?”
Shara squeaked and clamped a hand over her
mouth to stifle the scream about to give away her
location. About to kill her.
“Need a place to hide?”
“I always need a place to hide.” Shara
glanced to the street and back to the shadow now
taking shape in the coming nightfall. She craned
her head up and took in an impressive height.

Run.

She should run. This guy could be one
of Jesse’s thugs. He had so many jerks doing his
bidding. Before she could bolt, however, the white
of a smile streaked across the shadow’s face in the
dim light.
“This way.”
The voice somehow calmed the storm
swirling inside Shara. A hand emerged and reached
out to her. The motorcycle’s headlight
laserbeamed over her as the bike screeched around
the corner. Four more headlights appeared behind
the first.

Shit, he’s got the whole gang.

Shara couldn’t outrun five of them. To be honest, she
was surprised she’d lasted this long against Jesse.
She looked at the hand still waiting, then
risked a glance over her shoulder. The headlights
now illuminated pairs of legs marching toward her.
She heard several clicks. Guns.

Dodging bullets is definitely not on my

resume.

Shara had no other choice. Sucking in a
breath, she took the shadow’s hand and was
wrenched forward before she had time to change
her mind. After a few moments, the grip on her
hand loosened until she couldn’t feel the stranger’s
fingers anymore. Her feet weren’t touching the
ground. Something had taken form beneath her
instead. She wasn’t being dragged forward. She
was
riding something. Something big.

I should be scared. Out of my mind scared.

But she wasn’t. Instead, Shara leaned down
and buried her hands in the silky fur spanning the
shoulder blades of whatever carried her away from
trouble. Her stomach pressed against the long line
of backbone beneath her. A wonderful smell tickled
her nose, a cross between summer sun, wet earth,
and trees. She couldn’t see a thing, didn’t know
where she was going, and had no idea who was
helping her.
None of that mattered.
The whir of motorcycles had died away
behind her somewhere. In fact, all city noise had
been silenced. The only sound reaching her ears
was the soft thump of footfalls beneath her as they
darted deeper into the night. They left the
buildings and asphalt behind them. The woodsy
smell intensified, and trees now encircled Shara
and the…creature.
She turned her attention to the growing heat
beneath her. Taut muscles worked hard under the
fur pressed into her palms. Though a man had
originally offered her help in the alley, no man was
with her now. Her only guide at present was this
animal moving lithely, swiftly through the
thickening forest.
Its pace slowed, and a bright yellow-green
eye came into view as the creature’s head swung to
the right. Moonlight filtered through the treetops,
revealing a regal profile.
A cat. A huge, black panther to be exact.
Nostrils flared, breathed in scents, analyzed,
decided. Whiskers twitched, and the massive feline
leaped to a flat rock as Shara held on. It lowered
its body so she could slide off. The fur was a silken
sheet beneath her hands. A fleeting desire to get
naked and rub her body, cat-style, over the fur
almost consumed her.
Before she gave in to the ridiculous
yearning, the panther shimmered—like a quick
blurring of reality—and a naked man stood before
Shara.
Her eyes combed over the well-defined
contours of his body. Long legs, powerful arms,
strong shoulders. Muscles gave his skin an athletic,
chiseled look, and Shara wanted to spend eternity
admiring him. Perhaps admiring wouldn’t be
enough.
The man’s chin-length black hair looked as
soft as the fur of the panther. Shara reached out a
hand, not able to control the desire to touch him.
Quick as lightning, however, he disappeared over
the side of the rock. An instant emptiness filled
Shara. She took a step in the direction he had fled,
but within a moment, he was back and adjusting
the folds of a long, charcoal overcoat. Shara
stumbled back, but couldn’t help being a little
disappointed he was so thoroughly wrapped.
“What are you?” she whispered.
“What do you think I am?” He raised eyes
the color of the panther’s—a strange golden green—
to meet her gaze. Long, black lashes fanned across
his lids like feathers.
“I think you’re my savior.” The words
escaped on a breath, and Shara’s pulse drummed in
her neck.
“Haven’t ever been called that.” Sadness
filled his beautiful eyes, and Shara wanted to erase
that emotion from his face.
The man took two steps closer and extended
his hand. “Renn Tygris.”
Shara shook Renn’s hand and enjoyed the
feel of it in her own. His grip, both soft and strong,
made her feel safe. Not something she felt often.
 
Not something she felt ever.
“Shara Dumorte.” Her legs suddenly wobbled
beneath her, so she lowered to sit on the rock.
Renn crossed the few steps between them,
gathered the folds of the coat, and sat beside her.
Shara studied Renn’s hypnotic, yellow-green eyes
as he regarded her.
He offered her a grin as he nudged her
shoulder with his own. “You can hide out here if
you want.”
Shara scanned the forest sprawling out in
every direction. “Where exactly is here?” She
thought she knew every corner of the city, but this
lush woodland was foreign. The only trees she
frequented were in the park, surrounded by iron
benches and spray-painted with various
obscenities.
The trees encircling them now, however,
stood like giants with leafy arms raised
heavenward. In every direction, the ground was
covered with a carpet of ferns and wide-leafed
plants. Boulders like the one Shara and Renn sat on
dotted the forest, and when Shara placed her palm
on the stone’s surface, a warmth radiated up her
arm. She pulled her hand back and looked at Renn.
“What is this place?” The first prickles of
fear tingled in her mind. What was she doing in the
middle of a forest that shouldn’t be here? What
was she doing with this man who maybe wasn’t a
man?
Three Questions:
1. What does Shara Dumorte do for a living?
2. Who is Shara Dumorte running from?
3. What does the man who comes to her rescue change into?
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May 11, 2012 By Leave a Comment

What I learned from the Twilight Zone

The Twilight Zone – no I’m not talking about sparkly vampires, but the original black and white T.V. show Twilight Zone, with its eerie theme music. Those episodes sparked fear in this young girl’s heart at the time, but every week you’d find my butt planted on the floor in front of our T.V. waiting for the show.

Rod Serling’s clever, masterful endings, with their extra little twist of noir humor, delighted and horrified the viewers in the final seconds.  I waited, drooled for those endings and dreamed of writing like him, well after the nightmares passed. Today I still don’t trust dolls which talk and walk. I also check walls for soft spots for portals to other dimensions.

Many of Mr. Serling’s episodes were commentaries on themes of racism, government, war, society, and how humans treated each other. One the last subject, that springs to mind, “The Invaders” (broadcast 27 January 1961) with actress Agnes Moorhead playing a woman whose isolated farm is plagued by mysterious intruders. The “invaders” it turns out are U.S. astronauts who have landed on another planet, or in other words, “We have seen the enemy and they are us.”

Remember Burgess Meredith, the librarian who wished for peace, quiet, and the time to read his beloved books? A wonderful tale of “be careful what you wish for”, Burgess’ character finds out when his dream comes true after a worldwide disaster wipes out humans. Then his only pair of eye glasses are shattered rendering him virtually blind.

It taught me to observe the world around me in a different slant, be careful for what you wish for, and that life doesn’t all ways turn out the way you plan, in most cases it works out better.

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If You Dare by Aliyah Burke Quiz and Giveaway

May 10, 2012 By 3 Comments

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Aliyah Burke, If You Dare

Kathryn trekked down the hall, a stack of briefs in her hand, heels clicking with each step until she reached her office. Her assistant, Meghan Hollister, gave her a smile and reached out with a stack of messages, which she snagged on the way by.

Setting her items on her desk, she smoothed her hands down her suit and rolled her shoulders. She’d been back from her vacation for about a week now and could still recall with vivid detail every moment she’d spent with Justin Kapp. They’d barely left the privacy of her room all the way through Canada and back to Seattle.

Not that she had any complaints. Well, just one really. It had to end. Even now, her body began to tingle with pleasure at the thought of him and his heated caresses.

Get it together. You have clients left this afternoon.

So she sat her ass down and got to work. She met with clients and answered some calls she needed to handle.

“Ten minutes before you need to go for court, Kathryn,” Meghan reminded her, sticking her head in the open doorway.

“Thanks.”

“There is a woman here who would like to talk to you. Do you have time now, or would you like me to set her up with an appointment?”

“Now is fine. I’ll keep it brief.” She hurriedly signed the paper before her and closed the file just as her doorway was filled with a woman who looked totally distraught.

She rose from her seat and walked around the desk. “Come in, please, and sit down.”

The woman was thin. Kathryn bet she barely weighed a buck-five soaking wet. Her face was pale and sunken in. Her hair sat gathered at the base of her neck in a haphazard clip. Still, Kathryn bet she was a beautiful woman when she didn’t look so distraught.

“What can I do for you…” She paused waiting for a name to be supplied.

“Ellie.”

She gave a small smile. “Ellie. What is it I can do for you?”

“I need to hire you.”

Kathryn sat there silent waiting for her to continue. When the sniffling began again, she got up and grabbed a box of tissues off a side table, handing them to her.

“Thank you. My husband is trying to take everything.” A shuddering sigh. “He says I broke the prenup, but I didn’t. So now he wants it all.”

“Okay. Can you come back tomorrow, say around,” she rose and flipped through her schedule, “ten in the morning? I hate to do this to you but I have to get to court.”

Her lower jaw trembled as she nodded. Ellie got to her feet, wadded tissues in hand and hugged her. “Thank you.”

Kathryn patted her on the back and gave her a smile before shouldering her purse and grabbing her briefcase. On the way out she gave the information to Meghan who set up the appointment with her.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Ellie,” she said, turning to head for the elevators.

Waiting for the car to arrive, she looked over her shoulder and watched as Ellie went easily into the arms of a tall man. When he lifted his head, her heart caught in her throat. Justin Kapp. She observed the recognition that filtered into his own gaze, and he took a step toward her just as the doors slid open. Grateful for the escape, Kathryn stepped back and quickly pressed the Close Door button and headed for the ground floor.

Was he her boyfriend? Is that why she needed her help? Her stomach soured even though she repeatedly told herself, she had no claim over Justin. What they had was on the train and cruise. Nothing more. Didn’t stop her body from reacting that was for sure.

Doesn’t matter, I still want to kill her for touching him. The doors opened and she headed for her car. She hated the fact she may have been played and that anger fed her as she hastened inside the courthouse to meet her client.

* * * *

Justin slipped in the back and sat in the last row. Seeing Kathryn had been one hell of a shock. And one he’d not been prepared for. Even now, he wasn’t sure he was. But to find out she was his sister’s attorney had been an even bigger one.

He knew Kate was a lawyer; she had never been any more specific than that. And this Ms. Maynard had come very highly recommended. So he’d gone with his baby sister to the law offices of Bellum, Maynard, & Roche.

Not only was Kate a divorce lawyer but she had her name on the company as one of the partners. So he told Ellie he had something he needed to do and she went back to his hotel, since he didn’t want her at home alone and he headed to the courthouse. After locating where she was, he slipped in the back.

And that was where he remained. Kate wore a dark blue skirt suit. A tailored jacket over a white shirt and a tight pencil skirt that stopped above her knees. All of it screamed business, especially combined with her hair drawn back in a severe bun. She wore some killer shoes with high heels. And yet all he could think about was bending her over the table, lifting her skirt, and shoving his cock so far into her he could feel her heartbeat. Pound her hard, have her scream his name as her back arched.

He took a deep shuddering breath and listened to her lambaste the woman on the stand. As he kept her in sight, he began to understand why she’d come so highly recommended. Hell, she could break some of the guys he had collared and they usually wouldn’t say anything. Her client was a man and she fought hard for him, raking the woman over the coals, not even letting up when the witness began to cry. In fact, Kathryn became almost disdainful of her.

“I have no further questions for this witness.”

She whirled around and he took some perverse pleasure in seeing her eyes widen slightly when she caught sight of him. Then she coolly sat back down and returned her attention to the judge.

The wife’s attorney continued to bring up points of why his client was in the right. Points that Kathryn succinctly and effectively shattered as if they were crafted from spun glass and she wielded a hammer.

“We’ll recess for the day and pick this back up at nine Monday morning.” The gavel fell with a decisive bang and everyone began to filter out.

The wife, or soon to be ex-wife, stopped and began to rail at Kathryn’s client. He could see the man wanted to respond but a single glance from his attorney was all it took for him to fall silent.

“I suggest you get your client under control, Daniel,” Kathryn said in a concise and cold voice, standing between the couple going through the divorce.

“You filthy bitch,” the wife raged. “You’re only doing this because you’re sleeping with him. He’s a dog, and he won’t see one red cent.”

Justin could see the husband wanted to say something but it was like Kathryn sensed it and stopped him again with a slight shake of her head. Damn she’s good.

“Have a good weekend, Daniel. See you on Monday. Let’s go, Liam.”

Standing, Justin waited for her to pass him; her eyes flickered over him dismissively before she followed her client out of the courtroom. He frowned and went after her. She stood off to the left deep in discussion with the man she’d called Liam.

With a hunger deep in his soul for her, Justin ran his gaze up and over her again. His cock throbbed in his pants and he swallowed hard before moving to stand beside the door, out of the way of traffic, and waited for her to finish.

She retained her hold on her items as she spoke, never once touching the man, but he could see she offered him some comfort. Once they finished, Liam walked off in the other direction, and she turned her attention to him. From where he stood, Justin could see her take a deep breath before approaching.

Her steps were quick and beat out a staccato as she neared. He stared down at her, thrilled to be in her presence again. She’d been on his mind more than once since their train docked in Seattle.

It didn’t matter how many times he told himself it had just been a fling, she’d stuck with him. To hell with it not being personal. All that had gone straight to hell with a one-way ticket. He couldn’t forget how she felt in his arms, how explosive her responses to him were in the bed, or against the nearest surface. More than once he’d debated looking her up and tracking her down. Never before had a woman had such an impact on him in such a short time.

And here she is again. Flesh and blood before me, no longer confined to merely memories and wet dreams.

“Hello, Kate.”

Was it his imagination of did a slight shiver overtake her body at his greeting? This was good, definitely good, for it meant she wasn’t as immune to him as her composed facade was trying to tell him.

“Mr. Kapp.” Her brown eyes traveled over him, and she couldn’t hide the flair of appreciation.

“Justin.” There was no way he was going to let her go all formal on him. Not a chance in hell. Especially after what they shared on both the ship and train.

“Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Kapp?”

A growl of anger grew from the pit of his stomach. This was how she wanted to play it? Act like he was some other fool who worked here and may be intimidated by her presence.

“I was the one standing here, you came over to me. So maybe I should be the one asking that question.”

A glint entered her eyes, hardening them to diamonds. He could see she wanted to say something back but somehow she restrained herself. “My mistake.” She walked right past him and headed toward the stairs.

Justin was mesmerized by her hips until she vanished from view. Then he swore and hastened after her.

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1) What is the name of the law firm Kate is a partner at?

2) Who is Kate’s assistant?

3) Who is the woman Justin is with when Kate sees him again?

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Grab a Coke and a Smile

May 6, 2012 By 3 Comments

 

If you’ve ever wondered what my opinion is in the great Coke/Pepsi debate wonder no more. I am a Coke drinker…Hands down. The flavor is wonderful and if when chilled it’s amazing!

Here’s my take on the great Coke/Pepsi debate.

Pepsi is sweeter and not as strong. It’s super bubbly and goes flat faster and will do in a pinch. For example. Coke changed it’s formula in the 1980’s and the stuff was undrinkable. Thirsty cola drinkers had to find an alternative and Pepsi was the only suitable choice.

Coke is stronger, not as sweet and has a hint of citrus. Ever since that snafu, (Coke, I forgive you the momentarily lapse of judgment) The company returned to its classic formula. Hence the name Coca-Cola Classic.

 

Just a brief history of the favored drink. Coca-Cola was invented by Atlanta pharmacist, John Pemberton. He walked a few doors to Jacobs’ Pharmacy, where they added carbonated water and eventually sold for five cents a glass.

That sexy white script on the front of every bottle, that’s courtesy of Pemberton’s bookkeeper Frank Robinson.

Also the original formula contained trace amounts of cocaine. Yeah they were purists back then. As much as 1/400 of a grain of coke per ounce of syrup back then. But keep in mind Coca-Cola was used as medicine and when it became known that there were health risks involved with coke, the company worked diligently to remove it.
Coke didn’t become completely cocaine free until 1929. (Awwww) Caffeine was then used to give the drink its kick.

 

So the ultimate way to enjoy Coca-Cola, chill in the freezer for two to three hours. You wanna catch the soda, just before it slushes over usually about two hours. Grab your favorite junk food snack, in my case plain Lays potato chips and a bag of peanut M & M’s and get your smile on.

When I go to Atlanta this summer. I’m touring the museum. Hey can you name any of the slogans Coke has used over the years or even some of your favorite ads. Be sure to share for a chance to win.

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I HEAR VOICES CONTEST

May 4, 2012 By 2 Comments

Answer the three questions below correctly and you are entered to win an advance copy of I Hear Voices, second place is a fired glass pendant. Third, your choice of one of my other books, Just My Luck, The Warlord’s Comeuppance or The Nasty Vamp.

What tricks does Zelda use to discourage Derek?

Find the answer at:

http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13517188-i-hear-voices

Who is Freddy Crystal?

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http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/261645-i-hear-voices

What did Granny Annabel warn Zelda about?

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Send your answers to gkoger58@q.com. The contest ends May 31st.

Good luck!

Gail

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The Right to Love by Aliyah Burke Quiz and Giveaway

May 1, 2012 By 4 Comments

Read the excerpt and correctly answer the questions in the comments section for a chance to win a copy of this hot book!

 

 

The Right to Love questions/excerpt/info

Aliyah Burke, The Right to Love

 

     The anger morphed into heated passion. His eyes smoldered as he trailed them up over her exposed body, lingering on her breasts. They tightened under his blatant stare. Her pulse quickened, and she could feel the rub of her pebbled nipples against the fabric of her bra with each breath she took.

“Trust me, Tiffie. I’m well aware you’re a grown woman.”

“The name is Tiffany.”

He popped a piece of pear in his mouth. A slow languid blink followed. “So it’s just Tiffie in the bedroom?”

Her pussy clenched, and she grew wet. Pouring ice in her voice she said, “Yes, that’s exactly it. All the guys I sleep with I tell them to call me Tiffie.”

He ground his jaw, and there was a tic in it as well. She hid her smirk. It truly didn’t take much to rile him.

Not so fun to play this game is it? “That what you wanted to hear?”

“No, damn it!” He dropped the knife and was at her side so fast she wondered if he hadn’t perhaps cleared the island. “Eight years, Tiffie. Eight fucking years. I thought I had moved past losing you. I haven’t. Is that what you want to hear? Damn you. I loved you!”

Loved. Past. Had at one point. Yet no longer. Something inside her broke. She’d not moved past him either.

“I know,” she said, not struggling against the iron clasp he had on her upper arms.

His entire visage relaxed. He stared at her for a short while before releasing his hold on her. Seconds passed with them staring at one another. The deluge with its wind, thunder, and lightning accompaniment provided the background noise.

The air between them crackled with burgeoning energy. She turned and went back to chopping fruit. His intense gaze could be felt for a bit longer until he returned to the pear he’d cut.

She glanced at him and found his attention on the countertop. The part of her which still loved him wanted to forget the salad and run into his arms. Let him take her back to the bedroom and reawaken that part of her which had been ignored far too long.

Hell, even right here would be fine. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d made love in a kitchen. Including this one. Another wave of desire crashed into her. If only he… Another door to slam on wayward thoughts. Which she did.

“How are your parents?” She reached for the colander of freshly washed grapes.

“Both are well.”

“Pops still working?” His father had always told her to call him Pops, and the word rolled so naturally off her tongue.

“He is. Mom figures he’ll die in the precinct since he refuses to retire.”

She smiled, albeit a bit sadly. Carmine Mason Sr. was a detective and had been for years. He was a good man. “Guess it runs in the family.”

He lifted his gaze to her. “Reckon so.”

Desperate to get on a different subject, she set the knife down and washed her hands. “You’re dripping all over my floor, Jesse. Go strip and dry off. We’ll throw your clothes in the dryer. I don’t need you sick.”

His lips quirked. “Yes, ma’am.” He strode away, and she watched every swaggering step until he vanished from view.

I’m in so much trouble.

Five minutes later, she waited outside the bathroom when the door opened. Her breath caught in her throat. She thought she’d be ready. As she stared at him, Tiffany realized she had never been so wrong.”

Jesse stood there, wadded wet clothes in one hand, partially obscuring his bronzed chest, clad in naught but a dark green towel. She dropped her gaze to his crotch and licked her lips.

He chuckled, deep and low. She jerked her eyes up to meet his amused gaze.

“You want me naked, honey, all you have to do is ask. You know I am always ready to…” His eyes burned her. “…make you scream in pleasure.”

With a grunt which hid her own personal desire, she held out a hand. “Gimmie your clothes. The sooner they’re dry, the sooner I can kick your ass out.”

Jesse didn’t seem the least bit offended by her tone or words. He passed along the pile, and she stalked to the laundry room. Once there, she shoved his clothes in the dryer. Rotating, she found Jesse immediately behind her. The ends of his sandy brown hair darker than the rest.

All of him was hardened muscle. Well defined pectorals and abdominals drew her gaze, and she quashed all longing to touch them.

“Something wrong, Tiffie?” He stepped closer to her.

“Not a thing. If you’ll excuse me, I have dinner to finish making.” Why is it so hard to walk away from him? She made to step by him only to have him mirror her move.

He reached out and released her hair. As it cascaded down, free of confinement, his long, strong fingers captured a section. He twirled it around those two digits before he allowed it to drop.

“I’ve missed you, Tiffie.”

With that soft-spoken admission and a knuckle dragged down one cheek, he turned, walking out of the room. She watched him, clad in only a towel, stride up the hallway of her house as if he lived there. Hell, he almost had. Where to live had been a discussion of theirs before she’d left.

Left, hell. You didn’t leave; you ran, her brain admonished.

She followed him slowly up the hall and used the time to look around and gather herself. This house had been left to her by an aunt with whom she’d stayed when she arrived for medical school. She loved the homey feel and being surrounded by familial items. When she left for her internship, she’d been unable—or unwilling—to sell this place. And when she got the job back here, she was thrilled to come back to its warm familiarity. Her aunt had really been her only family since she was estranged from her parents.

With a mental reprimand, she hurried up the hall and skidded to a stop at the sight of him standing there, whipping something in a bowl.

“What are you doing?”

“Mixing up the batter for crepes.” He peered over his shoulder. “You always liked them for dinner with fruit salad.” A slight pause. “Or has that changed?”

Not even thirty minutes in her home and he’d settled in just like they’d never broken up. That wasn’t the only problem. The bigger one—she liked having him here. She’d missed him, too.

I’m so screwed

 

Chapter Two

 

Carmine took his eyes off Tiffie and watched the heating skillet before him. He had to. Lord knew if he didn’t preoccupy his hands with something they’d be on Tiffie. Not that it’s a bad thing.

He wanted her. No doubt. He always did. Day or night he was more than ready to undress her and make slow love to her. He quirked a lip. A hard, fast fuck would be just as fine also. To be sunk deep inside her tight heat. His cock stiffened, and he ran the police codes over in his head to rein himself back under control.

“I thought you sold this place,” he remarked.

“I couldn’t. Aunt Franny left it to me. You know she’s…she was my only family.”

He knew she didn’t speak to her parents, and while they’d not had many secrets, that particular subject was one she never budged on. They were off-limits in any discussion.

He turned down the burner and prepared the first amount. “Are you here to stay?” He managed to conceal any hope and desperation in the question.

There was silence before he received an answer.

“I can’t say. I’m here for a while, but I’m not so sure it will be to stay.”

Jesse pulled the crepe from the pan and set it on a waiting plate. He hated being so close to her and yet having a chasm larger than an ocean between them. All those nights without her. All those Sunday morning memories of when they’d lounge about in bed, never in a hurry to leave. Making long, slow love until they fell back asleep to wake and do it all over again.

He bit back a curse as it all rushed back again. After he made five more crepes, he snuck another peek at her. He couldn’t help it, Tiffie made him feel like a high school boy with his first crush. It seemed all he wanted to do was watch her. Well, not all.

She moved with the same fluid grace as before. Tiffie had always surprised him. She had been all seriousness at work, but when she got home…this whole other side of her manifested. Touchy-feely, full of life, and adventurous. He smiled and got back to making crepes.

“What are you smiling at?”

“I was thinking of the weekend we went whitewater rafting.”

 

 

1) Who left Tiffie the house she now lives in?

2)  What does Tiffie call Jesse’s father?

3) When Jesse is wearing nothing but a towel, what color is the towel?

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Easter Giveaway $5 and ebook

April 6, 2012 By Leave a Comment

Hi everyone. Welcome to my little part of this great big old blog hop. I want to give away an ebook copy of Sex on the Beach and a $5 gift certificate to Starbucks. Fun stuff right? I hope so.

 

If you haven’t heard about it, this is the main site where you can find all kinds of great authors and prizes they are offering up. http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/

 

 

So here’s the deal, I am going to ask a question and have you email me the answer. My email will be removed after the contest is over so that I don’t get a lot of late entries. One winner will be chosen from the continental United States. Sorry, but I just don’t want to pay shipping or figure out customs for a gift card. If you enter and have an international postal address you will only be entered for the ebook.

 

Questions:

1. Who did Harry go on the dating gameshow with?

2. What do you think his answer should be?

3. What are the names of the main characters?

Email your answer to lyons_missy2@yahoo.com. Your last day to enter is April 8, 2012 and the contest closes at 11:59 PM EST. This contest is limited to the United States, and Canada. Sorry but I don’t want to worry about postage.

 

A winner will be picked as soon as it is over. Thank you for your entry and good luck!

 

Available now at all major ebook retailors and at the publisher’s website here:Whispers Publishing

Price $4.95

Length 41,000 words

Genre: Erotic Romance (m/f)

Authors: Cherie Denis and Missy Lyons

 

Blurb:

 

Sally lives a dream life on the Garden Isle of Kauai, but living in a huge empty house has made her achingly lonely. She can’t even remember the last time a man was in her bed. So when a sinfully sexy cowboy wanders onto a deserted strip of beach she was ready for some casual sexy fun.

 

Harry had been widowed for two years, but despite his guarded heart he fell hard for the smoking hot beautiful creature on the beach. As Harry and Sally explore the island together, it’s near impossible to keep her insatiable appetite for sexy adventures filled. The more time they spend together, the more his heart wants her as much as his cock.

 

Yet when her employers return unexpectedly, her job is at risk. Everything goes wrong in Harry’s desperate attempt to keep her safe and protected, but he is determined that nothing can keep them apart. Even if his life is on the line.

 

 

Excerpt:

 

“Welcome to the Romance Connection! Where love stories come true every day and dirty little secrets love to come out and play!” The beautiful blonde game show hostess walked down the stairs pulling up the hem of her sequined dress so as not to trip on the flashy material. The camera loved her, but it didn’t do her justice. She was much more seductive in person with that low-cut neckline and engaging smile.

 

“So, tonight we have Harrison Ford and his match Madeline Newton after their first date last night.” The hostess tipped her microphone towards Harrison’s date sitting on the couch next to him. “So, Madeline, how’d it go?”

 

“Oh, well you know how these things are. It takes time to really get to know a guy.”

Harrison did his best to not grind his teeth. Last night had sucked as far as a first dates go. The woman had been ice cold to him all evening. She’d even ducked when he tried to kiss her goodnight. If this was the way things were going to be in the future, he was not looking forward to a trip with her to Hawaii. A whole week with her in the same hotel room would be torture. Personally, he’d rather get all his teeth pulled without pain killers.

 

“I guess it went okay, but I’m looking forward to learning more about Harrison on the islands.”

 

Madeline turned and played along the row of his shirt buttons. Her deft fingers traced the line of buttons before lingering near his neck. Harrison wanted to push her hands away, but refrained. He knew she was just doing it for the cameras. This was the most she had touched him. Ever.

 

“Well that will be up to our bachelor as to whether you win the $50,000 and take the trip to Hawaii together or not. He could always go alone and meet his dream woman there. Did you have fun last night Harry?”

He refrained from rolling his eyes, but it wasn’t easy. “I guess.”

 

He hadn’t had any fun, but he knew how this game worked. If he stayed with the girl chosen for him, together they could split the money and get to go on a vacation with each other, or he would get a consolation prize and go on the trip by himself.

 

“Let’s play a clip back for our audience and see if he’s telling the whole story.” The hostess smiled widely as if she knew a secret neither of them shared. The lights dimmed and a huge screen behind them began playing a clip of them having ice cream. Harry shuddered. That was a particularly dreadful moment of their date he wished he could forget.

 

Yeah, he had tried to be smooth and put his arm around her shoulders in the ice cream parlor. He was only being a typical man, testing the waters.

 

She threw his arm off and snarled, “What do you think you’re doing?”

 

Damn.

 

The six foot tall television screen made every emotion on Harrison’s face evident. It was embarrassing to see the shock and hurt on his face when she rejected him. That was the moment he realized he was face to face with a true ice maiden.

 

His past experiences had taught him ice maidens were all the same. They were almost always drop-dead gorgeous. But, like a poisonous plant they were pretty to look at, and deadly to the touch. He tried not to date women who were too gorgeous. The one time he had in college, she’d tried to use sex to get him to do what she wanted. It sucked to be used strictly for sex with no love attached. He wanted more in a woman than a sexy package.

 

“Just trying to keep you warm.” Harry watched himself shrug off the rejection on the big screen. He had tried not to show any emotion, but it stung then and it still did.

 

“Yeah well, keep your hands to yourself next time, buster.” Madeline then turned her head away and looked out the window, avoiding eye contact. She wasn’t interested in him.

 

Harry watched when her pretty pink tongue slipped between her lips to lick her cone. A sexy move that had left Harry feeling cold and lonely. The rest of the night, he’d kept his hands to himself.

 

The screen blacked out and the lights suddenly became brighter.

 

Harry’s tummy did a flip-flop and he wanted to empty the contents of his stomach.

 

“Looks to me like a fun time was had by all.” The hostess remarked sarcastically. Turning toward the audience she remarked, “Audience, get ready to make your vote but before you do, you need to know all the dirty little details. One of our contestants is not telling the whole story.”

 

Harry had told everything to the producing execs. So it had to be Madeline who was hiding something. He crossed his arms and looked expectantly at her across the couch.

 

The hostess grinned and looked straight at Madeline. “Come on, sweetheart. Is there something you want to share with us?”

 

“No. I like Harry. It just takes me a while to warm up. That’s all.” She smiled brightly and shifted in her seat.

 

The move raised Madeline’s mini skirt an inch higher giving the camera, and audience, a nice view of her smooth right thigh. “I can’t wait to go for walks along the beach in the moonlight with my new honeybunch. He’s so sweet. How could I resist him?” Madeline gave the audience a huge smile, flashing her straight, bright white teeth.

 

“You might want to tell him about your other sweetheart? Or, did you plan on taking him along too?”

 

Madeline’s face turned ghost white. “What?”

 

 

“You know? The other guy. The one you were making out with just after your date with Harry?”

 

“Oh, no.”

 

“Oh, yes!” The hostess’s face lit up with the secret finally revealed. “Let’s roll the tape for our audience.”

 

The lights dimmed again. Harry was relieved, because no one could see his reaction to the news. His belly clenched in pain as if he’d been hit in the gut by a baseball bat. No man wanted to be made a fool of—especially on national TV.

 

Yet, the huge screen showed him giving her an innocent kiss on the cheek at the end of the evening. Words rolled across the bottom of the screen telling the time and it wasn’t ten minutes later when another guy rolled up on a motorcycle. He flipped his long legs over the bike and met Madeline in the middle of the lawn where he picked her up.

 

His kiss wasn’t anywhere close to innocent. He deep throated her with his tongue and his hands went up her skirt. His mouth never left hers as he swung her up in his arms and strode into the house as if he owned it.

There was no question what was going to happen after the door slammed shut.

 

The lights returned to normal and beat down on Harry. This time their heat made him perspire. Madeline had been caught in the act. Her face was beet red, and Harry was sure it wasn’t from the lights.

 

“I can explain, Harry.” Madeline leaned forward to put a hand on his knee, but he pushed it away.

 

“We certainly hope so.” The hostess sneered. “I’m dying to hear your explanation. It has to be interesting.”

 

“Aren’t you supposed to be single when you go on this show?” Harry just couldn’t believe what he’d just witnessed.

 

“Technically I am. He’s married to another woman.” She looked at him with wide blue eyes. Harry almost felt sorry for her, but damn, how stupid did she think he was, not to mention the audience? He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

 

Why the fuck had he agreed to go on this stupid show in the first place? It should be easier to meet a good woman. Wasn’t it true women outnumbered men? His odds had to be good. Why couldn’t he find someone? He’d been looking for the woman of his dreams since high school. Where was she? One thing for sure, it wasn’t going to be Madeline.

 

“Oh, this just keeps getting better and better, doesn’t it?” The hostess turned to the audience.

 

“Now it’s your turn to tell us what you think. Audience press one if you think Harry should take Madeline, the swinger, to Hawaii and split the $50,000 with her. Press two if you think he should take his chances and go alone. Or, press three if you think he should send her to Hawaii with lover boy.”

 

“Harry, let me explain.” Madeline pleaded in a soft voice.

 

“Yeah, you had your chance.” Harry snapped. “When were you going to tell me about this other guy? Were you going to wait until I put a ring around your finger?”

 

“It’s not that simple. We have been off and on again for a long time.

 

He was fighting with his wife. Chad just wanted to be around someone who understood him. Nothing happened.”

 

“Nothing happened? You have got to be freaking kidding. That kiss was not a nothing happened kiss. How stupid do you think I am?”

 

She didn’t have time to answer.

 

“Okay. The votes are in! Harry, are you ready to make your decision?” The hostess’s perky sing song voice grated on his nerves.

 

“Yes, ma’am.” He muttered. Harry was more than ready for this to be over with.

 

“You’re not going to wait to hear what the audience wants you to do?” The hostess lifted one delicate eyebrow.

 

“Well, since you went to the trouble to take a vote, you might as well go ahead. But I don’t think it will change my mind.” He crossed his arms defensively. He hated being told what to do and no one was going to tell him who he had to date.

 

The hostess turned to the big screen and numbers lit up. “Ah, this is great! Thirteen percent think you should let the other guy tag along. Although I am not sure what his wife will think about that…”

 

“Maybe good ol’ Chad should take his wife on the trip with him and work on getting their marriage back on track.” Harry’s sarcasm wasn’t lost on the hostess.

 

“That wasn’t an option, Harry. Sorry. Thirty-three percent think you should take the trip by yourself and fifty four percent think you should take the money and the trip together. Maybe you can work out your little lover’s quarrel in Hawaii.”

 

“Harry, please! I need that money.” Madeline whispered and nudged his arm.

 

Harry ignored her. The decision was up to him. He could give a rat’s ass about her stupid love triangle. He didn’t want to be in the middle of her lies and deception. It was one thing if you agreed to see other people, but they had no such agreement.

 

“Well, it’s time to make your decision, Harry. What would do you want to do?” The hostess held the microphone to his mouth expectantly. Harry hesitated for a moment.

 

****

 

Thank you for reading the excerpt and I hope you enjoyed it! If you did, you can find out more about this story here at the publisher’s website:

 

http://whispershome.com/whispersstore/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=1&products_id=223&zenid=8d6c960261056c84e41ab88f96afe95b

 

Wishing you all lots of love and a whole lot of blog hopping fun! I look forward to hearing from you soon and remember someone has to win. Maybe it can be you?!

 

Missy Lyons www.missylyons.com

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Inside the Writing Cave with J Paulette Forshey

April 6, 2012 By 1 Comment

Welcome J Paulette Forshey! She’s going to give us a tour of her writing cave. This is the place where amazing and steamy works such as CHANCES TAKEN and THE TARCZAL ALLIANCE have sprung from! I’m excited to see…

At first glance many see a confused mess. I assure all it’s perfectly organized for me. My research and instructional books are within easy reach. Music, CD, cassette, or MP3 player keep me happily in sync typing on my keyboard. A secret compartment holds my stash of dark chocolate, tangy-bitter, yet, with a subtle sweetness which charges my libido. Decorations of wizards, dragons, an orange brain, and two special wine bottles just to name a few. Keep a smile on my face with the memories they evoke. My writers cave with its only window muted from the outside, keeps me focused on my other world. Soft light illuminates my desk and nothing else, my attention drawn to the whisperings of my characters. Their voices blocking out something call reality. My friends, family in my special world know me well, and accept me for who I truly am all in a peaceful place of my own design.

 

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Inside the Writing Cave with Kathryn Meyer Griffith

April 5, 2012 By Leave a Comment

Today we have the amazing Kathryn Meyer Griffith, author of the very steamy erotic novella ALWAYS AND FOREVER. Kathryn’s been kind enough to share her writing cave with us. This is where all things creative happen! I can’t wait to see!

In the beginning, many many years ago – forty to be exact- I used to write on an old electric typewriter with sticking keys, carbon paper, and bottles of White-Out nearby on the kitchen table. (Sometimes my pages looked like they had a rash of polka-dots.)Then I graduated to a 128K Mac computer that couldn’t even hold one of my books ithout an extra floppy disc drive. Oh, those days seem so far away now after having published fourteen novels and eight short stories.

These days I write on a new wireless Internet HP laptop on my comfy sofa in the living room with the TV on low (for company), never music because it distracts me too much as I want to sing along, and a steaming cup of my special concocted chocolate coffee (I sometimes also add cherry orstrawberry flavoring to it as well) on my lamp table besides me. A pillow behind my aching back. Aaah,much more comfortable.
 Kathryn Meyer Griffith

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Inside the Writing Cave with Connie Scholey

April 1, 2012 By 1 Comment

Today we’re touring CL Scholey’s writing cave! The awesome author of many erotic works such as Lessons in Espionage and Memories Over Time! Lead away, CL!

 

 

Mind Office.

 

My home is beyond busy. I did have an office but daughter #2 moved in with her toddler and soon to be new baby. I also have a nine-year-old daughter. My husband of 24 years and I have to juggle living space in our 2600 sq foot home. Needless to say I’m moved around a lot. My computer and I have graced the kitchen, dining room, bedrooms, living room and family room. As well as outside on the deck, under a tree, or by the pool.

So to me where I am physically makes no difference because I have a visual state of mind of my writing cave. Yes an actual cave. One day I plan on building it in a cottage in Bancroft. My cave is filled with unusual rocks, after all Bancroft is the mineral capital of Canada. In my mind’s eye I can see the fireplace polished and made of all types of crystals, quartz and titanite, zircon and garnet.

I can start the fire in the fireplace with flint and iron pyrite. Maybe have a few stalagmites and stalactites. Fake fur rugs and of course a running waterfall by the bar filled with treats. Inside caves there’s a unique primal smell, wonder if they have an air freshener for that? Pine mixed with earth? Even as I sit on my bed and write this I can hear the water trickling, the fire crackling.

My biggest problem? Caves don’t have doors.

I’m reminded of this when my nine-year-old comes into my room and says “Mom, I’m going to be a veterinarian.” Me- trying to cling tenaciously to the sentence I need to write down: “You’ll make a great animal doctor, baby girl.” My nine-year-old: “No I mean someone who doesn’t eat meat.” Oh. “You mean a vegetarian. You mean you don’t ever want to eat another hot dog?” Her: “Hot dogs are made of meat?” Now there’s a good question. Blast, my sentence is lost.

Not more than two minutes later I hear the toddler howling in the living room. “Oh Nanny, I pooped.” Since I know her mother is in the room with her I can ignore that. She seems to think her hourly bodily functions are a need to know. A moment later I hear her loud pretend burp-growl and the titter of said toddler: “Excuse you piggy.” Once again the nine-year-old returns. “Mom where’s my DS case?” I have no idea. Then my older daughter, seven months pregnant, waddles in. “Mom, can I borrow socks?” Yep. I finish my sentence as it snaps back into my mind.

Soon my husband rounds them all up to take them out for awhile. Amidst the scramble of coats and shoes I search for my quiet cave. The smell of wood burning makes its way into my thoughts as the back door closes behind my brood. The serenity is once more mine.

I guess I could always close the bedroom door, but caves have no doors. This is a dilemma. Oh well, I have to think on it. The picture is one of many caves in Bancroft. Look closely, no doors, but still a beautiful cave to explore. Maybe I’ll buy a huge stuffed bear. When the bear is in front of the cave ‘door’ it means Do Not Disturb. Any ideas?

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