Monday, November 28, 2005
MMMMMMMMMM, got to get me some!
Okay, I saw Harry Potter on the weekend, (loved it!) and instead of being REALLY REALLY pervy and say something I might really get in trouble for...I posted this lovely pic of this delicious man, that I have every intention of drooling over and possibly dreaming about this evening...
All I know, is I need to get me some of that!!!
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
Sleeping Yummy!
Mmmmmmmmmmmm, check out this sleeping beauty...
Talk about breakfast in bed ladies!!! LOL
Yummylicious!!
Monday, November 21, 2005
Love is!Saw these on an author list I belong to...I thought if only adults could think like this...
A group of professional people posed this question to a group ofchildren 4-8. "What does love mean?"The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could haveimagined. See what you think:-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Rebecca- age 8"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint hertoenails anymore. So, my grandfather does it for her all the time,even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Billy - age 4"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. Youjust know that your name is safe in their mouth."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Karl - age 5"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologneand they go out and smell each other."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chrissy - age 6"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your Frenchfries without making them give you any of theirs."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Terri - age 4"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Danny - age 7"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sipbefore giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Emilyy - age 8"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing,you still want to be together and you talk more My Mommy and Daddy arelike that. They look gross when they kiss"-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Noelle - age 7"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Tommy - age 6"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Cindy - age 8"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Clare - age 8"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Elaine - age 5"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Chris-age 7"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Mary Ann - age 4"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Lauren - age 4"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Karen - age 7"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Jessica - age 8"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Sunday, November 13, 2005
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Thursday, November 10, 2005
My New Obsession!
Okay, I had a very vivid dream last night...and can you guess you was in it? That's right, Joaquin Phoenix. There's something about this darkly sexy man that makes me want to get to my knees and beg.
As most of you know, I don't have a submission bone in my body, but for Joaquin I would make an exception. It's his eyes I think that make me squirm in my seat. The power, the sexual intensity of them. Phew! Is it getting hot in here or what?
I've seen every movie he's been in, and he exudes so much sexuality I found it impossible to tear my eyes away from him.
So, I'm happily declaring Joaquin my new obsession...
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Pervy Pics of the Day!
Okay, isn't he friggin' gorgeous!!! His name is Ryan he's Canadian, and he's sooooooooo young.
Lately I've been feeling very Mrs. Robinson, fantasizing about young men. And I have to admit I feel very pervy doing it, and that in turn of course makes me all hot and bothered all over again. LOL
I"m 35, and more and more I've been eyeing the young studs who are in their early twenties...I can't help myself. I want to teach them how to really *&^%, how to really impress a woman, and make her come for hours.
Am I wrong? I don't know. Maybe. But personally, I don't give a rat's ass...I want a young stud who I can ride hard and put away wet!!
Monday, November 07, 2005
Me Me Me - It's all about Me!Three screen names that you've had: vivaciousvivianna, vivianna, cherryrazor
Three things you like about yourself: Sense of humor, intelligence, passion
Three things you don't like about yourself: moody, bad temper, my big boobs
Three parts of your heritage: German, Irish, Romanian
Three things that scare you: failing, death, losing my daughter
Three of your everyday essentials: Pepsi, cereal, hoodie
Three things you are wearing right now: blue hoodie, t-shirt, socks
Three of your favorite songs: Lose Yourself - Eminem, Melt With You - Modern English, Bring Me To Life - Evanescence
Three things you want in a relationship: laughter, compassion, and hot mind-blowing sex
Two truths and a lie: I like being alone, my daughter is my saving grace, I'm too sexy for my shirt
Three things you can't live without: my daughter, the ability to write, imagination
Three places you want to go on vacation: Greece, Ireland, South of France
Three things you just can't do: play guitar, draw, give up on my dreams
Three kids' names: Shayla, Kyle, Erin
Three things you want to do before you die: hit a few best-selling lists, travel the world - twice, meet someone famous - ie: Viggo
Three celeb crushes: Viggo Mortensen, Johnny Depp, Christian Bale, also Hugh Jackman, Orlando Bloom, and Mark Wahlberg (sorry wouldn't be fair to list only three!!)
Three of your favourite musicians: Eminem, Evanescence, Papa Roach
Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you: smile, eyes, wide shoulders
Three of your favourite hobbies: reading, watching movies, coloring
Three things you really want to do badly right now: finish INFERNO, get another three-book deal, straighten my hair
Three careers you're considering/you've considered: marine biologist, vet, teacher
Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy: I suck it up and take it, I'm physically aggressive, I don't want a commitment
Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl: I cry at sad movies, I want to be swept off my feet by Prince Charming, I love to flirt
Three people that I would like to see post this meme: Cathryn, Lisa, and Delilah
Saturday, November 05, 2005
Orlando Attack!
I"m having a Orlando Bloom attack. Not a bad attack to have, but I'm obsessing...LOLSo much, that I've rented Kingdom of Heaven, and if that doesn't work, I'm watching Pirates for the tenth time...plus that would satisfy my Johnny urges as well!!!
Friday, November 04, 2005
Women of Allure - part 6
Let me introduce you to Sylvia Day. I love this lady. She's a hot talented writer with more enthusiam and gusto than even me!!! lOL She's making waves in the industry and her first Brava book BAD BOYS AHOY, will be out soon...
But for now here's an excerpt from SNARING THE HUNTRESS from Amber Quill Press.
As she had every night for the last week, Star woke up without an orgasm.
Running her hands through her sweat-dampened hair, she growled in frustration. There was something fundamentally wrong with having a totally hot sex dream that didn't end with her getting off.
"Dreaming of him again?"
The soft feminine voice echoed through the metal confines of Star's ship.
Tossing aside her coverlet, she hopped out of bed, too worked-up to go back to sleep. "Yes, damn it. The bastard. If I didn't want to fuck him so bad, I'd kick his ass."
"You do realize you are speaking of a figment of your imagination?"
"Yeah, I know, Two-Thousand. I'm losing it from lack of sleep." Naked, she padded barefoot down the hallway until she reached the bridge. "The craziest part is I still have no idea what he looks like. He's just this yummy deep voice in the darkness. I swear that voice makes me so hot." And his hands-those warm, tender hands. They knew just where to touch her, stroke her, caress her.
She shivered.
"Why do you wake up?"
"Because he leaves!" Star complained. "Right before we fuck, he leaves."
Dropping into the captain's chair, she checked out the navigational readings. "How are we doing time wise?"
"Excellent. You will be on top of your fugitive soon."
"Good. I could really blow off some steam right about now."
"Will you kill him, when you capture him?"
Star sighed at the question, and turned her gaze away from the cockpit window and its view of the galaxy beyond. "Probably."
"You answered with very little hesitation."
Shrugging, Star kicked her feet upward to rest on the console. She'd purchased the newest model Starwing with the bonus earned from her last capture. "Why feed him rations all the way back to Primus, when they'll just kill him when we get there? I'm a Hunter of criminals, not a restaurant. Besides, he'll be a handful. I don't want to deal with him."
"While I agree that is practical, do you not worry that perhaps the Supreme Court Justices passed sentence too quickly?"
"You know," Star grumbled, "for a computer, you do a lot of hypothetical thinking."
"All correctional CPUs are programmed to second guess decisions. It helps keep judges on their toes."
"Yeah, yeah. You know the rules, Two-Thousand, and so did he. Jacians can't be on the loose when their heat is on them. They can't control their sexual urges, and if they're not locked up with their pre-assigneds, they'll rape or go irreversibly crazy. It's just that simple."
"For you, maybe." If her computer could have sighed, it would have. "What if he was not attracted to his pre-assigned partner?"
Leaning forward, Star snatched up her nail file, and began to shorten her claws. The damn things grew like weeds. "When a Jacian is in heat, even a deck plate is attractive."
"Regardless, how would you like being locked in a room with someone you would not want to have sexual intercourse with?"
Star rolled her eyes, and shot a quick glance at the console readout. They were five clicks away from Rashier 6. Intel had reported that the Jacian had last been seen there. If his med file was correct, he'd be entering his heat now, which effectively trapped him on the planet. His body couldn't do anything for the next week besides fuck. "You're missing the point. He's so desperate for it right now, he'd want to have sex with you."
"Funny, Star."
"Actually, it's not. Poor bastard. At this moment, his brain is so sexually focused that piloting a ship is impossible, and using mass transport would get him arrested."
I almost know how he feels, she thought grimly, her blood still thrumming from her earlier dream.
Except she wasn't breaking Interstellar Council Law, and he was. Some of her cases were a little tougher than others, like this one. She really did feel sorry for the guy, but she was a judge and her job was to follow the letter of the law. Black and white. Right or wrong. There wasn't any place for her to give leeway because she sympathized with him having shitty genetics. And she was the only judge who was of the Hunter species. Her ability to hand down fair verdicts was heavily scrutinized, and left her no room for error. While another judge might have been able to consider a reduced sentence, she could not. That was why she was so surprised the Jacian government had asked her to personally handle this capture. It was almost like they wanted their rogue ambassador dead.
"Maybe his pre-assigned had qualms."
"Whatever, Two-Thousand. Now you're being ridiculous. You know his pre-assigned was hot for it."
Jacians were a telepathic species renowned for their exotic beauty. Pale green skin mottled with softer and darker shades of green. Thick, silky hair in various colors. Eyes in a rainbow of jeweled tones. And their inexhaustible sexual appetite, which they augmented by reading their partner's fantasies, and then making them come true. All traits that made them highly sought after as mates.
For more about Sylvia check out her website and her blog.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
The Women of Allure - part 5
Let me introduce you to another wonderful Allure Author...the delicious Delilah Devlin. A very naughty girl...
Here is an excerpt from her recent anthology FATED MATES, for her story called WARLORD'S DESTINY.
Mora felt a tremor rumble beneath the polished, marble floor of the great hall, so explosive was the swell of conversation that arose at the warriors' arrival.
They were seven, dressed in furs and leather, armed with bows slung across their shoulders and scabbards at their sides.
She couldn't drag her gaze from the man at the head of their formation, striding toward her-her husband in name, if not yet by deed. Although she had never seen him before this day, she knew it must be him, for he looked the fiercest, the strongest-only one such as he would be chosen to rule from amongst their ranks.
He was from a race of barbarians, seemingly as proud of their reputation for brutal warfare as their orgiastic sexuality. The latter, Mora could well believe for the man stalking her now looked every inch a sensual marauder.
A shiver of awe bit the base of her spine and trembled upward until the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood erect.
Taller by a head than any Mellusian, his broad shoulders nearly blocked out the sight of the two heralds dogging his steps as they attempted to halt him. He seemed not the slightest bit interested in following protocol by waiting for his name to be addressed to the assemblage. As if anyone attending the ceremony hadn't already guessed who he was!
He'd also eschewed the fine wedding tunic Mora's mother had personally designed-an embroidered silk affair that would have stretched absurdly across his bulging chest and arms.
No, he wore a vest of gray animal pelts that parted at the front, no doubt to tempt a woman's gaze to ogle his obscenely muscled chest and follow the dark arrow of hair down his hewn abdomen. The black sueded leather that encased his legs, strained over thickly corded thighs and the alarming swell of his manhood.
Mora's heart tripped, and then fluttered like the wings of an aradil.
Her mouth dry, she forced her gaze upward to look at his face, but found no comfort there.
Lord Tetrik of Kronak-his name was as harsh as the angles of his square jaw and the sharp blade of his nose. His hair was dark like a moonless sky and worn like the old warriors in the paintings in History Hall-hanging past his shoulders with small braids on either side of his inflexible face. But his eyes frightened her most of all-chips of blue ice froze her in place as his gaze found hers across the noisy hall.
He would have to know she was his bride. She wore her wealth and importance in the weighty jewels studding her hair and gown and encircling her neck. She saw fury in that first glance. Had he already guessed he'd been cheated of the true prize? That her rich adornment was a ruse?
Find out more about Delilah at her website and her blog.
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
The Women of Allure - part 4
Meet Cathryn Fox. A super talented author, cool chick, and fellow Canadian...so I love her!! Here is an excerpt from a title coming soon...
Web of Desire, coming soon…
Ally stood back and examined the crumbling mansion that had been left abandoned for years. Ivy vines climbed the walls like snakes and coiled around the posts that supported the verandah. The grounds and walkway were overgrown with shrubs, weeds and wildflowers. With the sheriff remaining a good twenty feet behind her, she made her way onto the porch. Chips of old white paint peeled beneath her hand as she brushed her fingertips over the wooden railing leading up the steps.
When she reached the massive front entrance, she closed her fingers over the, blistering brass sacs on the doorknob and pushed. The heavy door creaked open. The hinges moaned like a wounded animal. She looked over her shoulder and gave a curt nod to the sheriff, signaling she was going in.
She squeezed the packet of herbs inside the front pocket of her jeans and took a tentative step inside the old house. The planked floorboards groaned beneath her. Every light footstep stirred the air. Small particles of dust rained down from the ceiling, dancing and shimmering in the long column of sunlight that sliced through the cracks in the decaying cedar siding.
The air smelled stale and pungent. Like day old pizza and beer. Or socks that had been left in the gym bag too long. Ally crinkled her nose and concentrated on breathing through her mouth.
A murmur from the back room drew her attention. She quietly padded down the long, dark hallway until she stood outside a closed door. Pressing her ear to the wooden slats, she listened.
Silence.
She lowered herself onto her knees and peeked through the large keyhole. The sunrays bursting through the open window gave sufficient light for her to see a man squirming, trying to break free from the strong, binding web that held him captive.
His hands were secured over his head. His long legs were spread wide apart. With his head turned away from her, she couldn’t discern his features. God, he was so big, like a Viking or a warrior. His presence swallowed up the small room.
She bit down on her bottom lip as she slowly perused the length of him. His thick, sculpted muscles bulged in all the right places and threatened to rip the seams of his snug jeans and short sleeved, buttoned shirt. She was actually quite surprised to find him still fully clothed. Selina obviously hadn’t finished what she’d started. Lucky for him.
Her gaze traveled over his unruly mass of dark hair and then lower, over his broad shoulders, his tight abdominals, stopping only when she reached the apex of his legs. She swallowed hard. Oh yes, his muscles definitely bulged in all the right places. Who ever said good things come in small packages certainly wasn’t talking about this guy. She stared at his impressive size for an endless moment as she undressed him with her eyes.
Awareness started at her core and rippled onward and outward. Her whole body began tingling in the most interesting places. When she made a sexy moan, he turned in her direction. As if she’d just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, Ally quickly pulled back from the keyhole and straightened. She brushed the dirt from her knees and took a fueling breath of courage before entering. She had no idea what else she was going to find behind that door.
Learn more about Cathryn and her upcoming books from AVON. Check out her site and her blog.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
The Women of Allure - part 3
Say hello to Sasha White. Fellow Canadian Bad Girl and great all around wicked woman! This excerpt is from her recent release LOSING IT. Take a peek...
4.5 Hearts from The Romance Studio
“Leave it to Ms. White to create a totally wicked concept for, "Clean enough to eat off!"
EXCERPT
A memorable night, huh?
Matt realized he was actually licking his lips while watching Lacey’s rounded hips swing gently as she left the kitchen. Not many women walked away from him, but he sure did enjoy the view of this woman doing it.
Heat pooled in his groin. His hands tingled as he imagined gripping those hips and—
Whoa! This was one of his sister’s best friends! Flirting was one thing, but Rebecca would never forgive him if he broke Lacey’s heart. And since he had no intentions of getting serious with anyone, that meant Lacey’s ass had a big neon Hands Off sign attached to it.
Swallowing a sigh, he blocked the patio door as she started to reenter the house, the empty storage carrier in her hand.
“Let me get that for you.” He wrapped his arms around the container, but couldn’t stop himself from brushing his hands across her flat stomach while gripping the edges of the armload.
Her body heat radiated through her shirt and seeped into his skin. His blood heated and his cock started to swell. The spicy yet soft scent that filled his nostrils when he leaned close certainly didn’t help matters either. Clutching the armload to his chest, he turned and crossed to the other side of the counter, giving himself shit as he went.
Keeping his mind and his hands off her would be a bit more difficult than he’d thought. After setting his load on the counter, he strove to look casually at her. “Can I help you set anything up?”
“You don’t mind taking direction from a woman?” She quirked an eyebrow at him, her green eyes shining with playful challenge, and her lips tilted up at one corner. Was she mocking him?
“Not at all. Why would I?”
She started unpacking linens from another container. “I just wondered if you—being such a big sports guy, macho man and all—had a problem with it.” Humor colored her voice. “Some men seem to think it’s unmanly to take orders from a woman.”
“Not all men. When it comes to stuff like food and party settings, I’m more than willing to take direction from a woman.”
Her tongue darted out and slid across her lips, leaving them glossy and wet. She had the kind of mouth that gave a man an instant hard-on. “Oh? So when it comes to ‘women’s work’ you’re okay with taking direction, but that’s it?”
Something in her voice reached through his lustful thoughts and made him lift his gaze to her eyes.
Uh oh. She had that look, the look a woman gets when she’s got something up her sleeve.
“Umm…umm…”
My God, she has me stuttering! Enough was enough.
He drew a deep breath, then flashed his megawatt sales-pitch smile, holding up his hands in a mock defensive gesture. “I didn’t say that. I know better than to call anything ‘women’s work’ or ‘men’s work.’ I’m an equal opportunity kind of guy.”
The glint in her eye noticeably brightened. “So…if a woman were to tell you what to do in the bedroom, you’d be okay with it?”
“Hell, no!” he exclaimed, but his dick jumped behind his zipper, despite his protest. “I don’t need anyone to tell me what to do in the bedroom. I’ve been pleasing women since I was fourteen.”
“What if letting her direct you gave her pleasure? Would you let her do it?”
“Matt!” a man’s voice called. “Where are you?”
“In the kitchen,” he yelled back, disappointed at the interruption. He leaned close to Lacey, deliberately invading her personal space, and spoke in a low voice. “We’ll finish this conversation later?”
Not giving so much as an inch, she grinned at him. “You bet we will.”
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