This is what we do, yes. We right romance. Sometimes it’s erotic, sometimes it’s paranormal, sometimes it’s sci-fi, futuristic, fantasy, historical…
Romance means many different things to different people. Candlelight and roses. Chocolate. Curling on the couch together to watch a movie. Long drives through the mountains. Walks on the beach. Cooking together. Long talks about the future.
In the kink world it can mean other things. A hand around the throat for control. Spankings that leave marks. Kneeling and serving in whatever way the dominant wishes. A night strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross and flogged.
Sometimes the most romantic thing is simply someone taking care of you, willing to do whatever is necessarily to make sure you are happy and well looked after.
Our Snippet Saturday theme today is Romance. I have reached out to my gal pal Cecile from All I Want And More… for her assistance, for her recommendation of what she considers the most romantic scene in one of my books. After much deliberation, she has chosen from Arctic Shift.
“I thought we were going to have breakfast with your family?”
“It’s well beyond breakfast time at their place.” He winked at her and she felt the heat creep up her neck.
Bacon sizzled and pancakes bubbled on the griddle. Carson flipped a spatula in his hand waiting patiently to flip the pancakes. If she stayed up here with him, lived with him, she’d be putting on a lot more weight given the way he cooked. There was no Special K in his cupboards. There was no cold cereal or convenience food period. Everything had to be made and often from scratch. She was still marveling at him in the kitchen, long and lean, tall and well defined, but moved in a kitchen as if he’d been born to it.
“It’s been ages since I had pancakes and bacon.” Ruby sat on a stool at the kitchen island.
“What do you normally eat for breakfast?”
“You know, cereal, Pop Tarts, frozen waffles, instant oatmeal.”
“Sounds exciting. I’ve never had a Pop Tart or instant oatmeal.”
“Nope. No need to. I can make anything I want. And homemade is always better.”
“I can’t live without my Lucky Charms and my frosted cherry Pop Tarts.” And she couldn’t. She often took one or the other or both with her when she traveled. She hadn’t this time though and while she might have missed them had she not met Carson, she certainly didn’t miss them now that she had.
“Okay, well, I’m sure we can get some. If Fairbanks doesn’t have them, we can send James looking for them next time he goes down to Anchorage. Otherwise, there’s always Amazon.”
Carson flipped the pancakes and drained the bacon on a paper-towel-lined plate. “You can get Amazon stuff delivered up here?”
“You make it sound like we’re on another planet. Of course we can get deliveries. We sometimes have to drive to Fairbanks for packages, but for the most part, we do very well. We have satellite TV and Internet. We are our own entity up here, but we are also well connected and have access to anything we need or may want. You will not be deprived here, Ruby. I promise you.”
Ruby shook her head. “I’m not worried about any of that. You told me last night you’d get me anything I needed and I believe you. I just… I guess living in the city, I don’t think of such remote areas as being well supplied and often imagine… I don’t know. It’s just so different.”
He set the plate of pancakes on the island along with the bacon. It all smelled good, and she was glad she could only feel her stomach growling and not hear it. Talk about embarrassing. “Dig in.”
He filled his plate, slathered his pancakes with butter, and drowned them in syrup. After a few rather large bites, he looked over at her. She was still buttering her own small stack of two pancakes. “You okay this morning?”
She glanced in his direction, confused. “Yes, why?”
“I was kind of rough with you last night and wasn’t much better the second or third time around either.[SM1] [L2] Just want to make sure you’re all right.”
He took another big bite, and she ducked her head, more heat filling her cheeks at the memories, especially earlier in the shower. He’d soaped her up, washed her down, then knelt on the floor of the shower stall and pulled her toward his mouth. He ate at her pussy and wasn’t satisfied until he’d made her scream. He’d gotten her out then and bent her over against the window and taken her from behind while she looked out at the Alaskan morning.
Someone would have to clean the glass where her hand, mouth and cheek prints were surely marring it. Now that they’d had sex, it just didn’t seem to be enough, for either of them. They both went at each other equally fierce and hungry.
“Oh. Yeah, I’m good. A little sore, but, good.” She couldn’t believe he’d brought it up over breakfast.
Tension simmered between them as they finished eating, and she couldn’t help wondering…
“You keep looking at me like that, Ruby, and we’ll be going at it again right here.”
“Oh. Sorry.” She looked down at her plate, for some reason surprised to find it empty.
“Don’t be.” He winked. “I’m not.” He kissed the top of her head and began clearing the dishes when the doorbell rang. Carson looked over his shoulder and grinned at her. “Saved by the bell, huh?”
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That’s right! I’m making pancakes. And bacon. And this is sooooooooooooooooooooo NOT Weight Watcher’s friendly. In this mood, I don’t have the patience for counting points or making a ‘light’ version. Oh no. This is Lissa has hit the wall and it’s time to work out that frustration in the kitchen. That means full calorie, full fat, full on everything good and tasty and I’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow.
Now, you may be asking yourself why I’m in this mood. Well, you see, I bought a gift card over the weekend for someone and I can’t find it. I have looked EVERYWHERE. I could have sworn I put it in the box I was using to ship it and other items in, but no, it’s not there. It’s not anywhere. The only place I haven’t looked is in the bags of garbage in the big can outside. I’ve looked in drawers, cabinets, stockings, bags, boxes, desks, tables, counters, purses, clothes… I can’t find it and it frustrates the pure hell out of me and when I get this frustrated…because of course other things have just not gone right today either…I cook or I bake or both.
Later today, I plan on digging out the cookie cutters and going for the sugar cookies. We do sprinkles on our cookies in this house, not frosting. Frosting is saved for cakes, unless there’s a cookie cake involved and then we go all out on the frosting. But in general, it’s sprinkles…
I’m feeling a big bowl of spaghetti coming on too… I do believe I might have all the ingredients though for…nope, nevermind, I’m out of chili powder. I was going to say all the ingredients for Cincinnati Chili, but…sighs. It’ll be regular spaghetti for us with garlic cheese bread. Oddly enough, I only have very lean ground turkey (healthy), no sugar added light Ragu sauce (healthy), whole grain spaghetti noodles (healthy), whole wheat french baguettes (healthy)… The only thing not healthy, will be the serving size.
I was considering Red Velvet cupcakes as well. Have never had them and on a day that isn’t going well, what could trying a new recipe hurt, huh?
This is what I do, though. This is how I cope with frustration that doesn’t have me relying on happy pills. Often times, when I bake or cook a lot, and when I say often I mean 90% of the time, I don’t eat but maybe one bite of each, then I’m off to find the nearest peanut butter and jelly sandwich. The fact that I have to pay attention to what I’m doing when I’m in the kitchen is part of the coping mechanism for me. The routine, the following of directions, or the following of a pattern to get the food to taste right, it all aids in my calming.
A lot of people will exercise or cry or shop or such to deal with frustrating things. I’ve always been the cook or the baker when I’m feeling it…
What do you do when you’re so frustrated, when everything is getting on your last nerve, what eases and calms your spirit?
P.S. And I have writer’s block. We’ll discuss that tomorrow…
By now, I’m sure many of you have seen the Ink Spots cover on the Coming Soon page here on my website or on the Ellora’s Cave Coming Soon pages, but here it is being officially SQUEE’D over on my blog.
There’s a bit of tattooing in the title Ink Spots on the cover and I just love that. I asked them to make it as HAWT as the Simple Need cover and Ellora’s Cave did not disappoint in their efforts.
Ink Spots is a fun, sexy, naughty book. The hero, Jaz is big and brooding, scary to some. The heroine, Mandi is sweet and shy and completely in lust.
The release date is December 24th, so, for some readers it will be a very Merry Christmas if some of the messages I’ve gotten are anything to go by…
By night, Mandi is a waitress in her best friend’s adult entertainment club, complete with long raven hair and bright violet eyes. By day, she’s a boutique jewelry maker with a flair for the occasional naughty design. She’s shy, quiet, a definitive Plain Jane, and completely in lust with the one man that wouldn’t ever be interested in her. He’s big, menacing, and inspires every one of her dirty girl desires. If birthday wishes came true, he would hers.
Tattoo artist. Business owner. Lover of vintage cars. And drummer. Jaz is far from the normal, average guy. Built like a brick wall and inked from head to toe, he can scare the faint of heart with just a look, but the faint of heart isn’t what interests him, isn’t what fuels his fantasies and keeps him hard from dawn to dusk. It’s her: the waitress, his sister’s friend, the birthday girl.
Without having told a soul of her attraction, Mandi is given the best present ever. Jaz. And she’s got one night to make every wicked thought and erotic dream she’s had about him come true.
I don’t know if it’s what was intended, but the theme for today reminds me of the Go-Go’s song, Vacation. I wasn’t a huge Go-Go’s fan, though I did like about 3 of their songs.
But today’s theme is right up my alley since I just had a book come out about this very thing. Vacation.
Now, I don’t take vacations. When I would have this year, my husband was always traveling on business. The places I would like to go and see and things I would like to do… would take more free time and available money than I had anyway, so… But, vacations are nice and the things that are becoming most popular given the economy, are Staycations. This would be fun to do and I might do it with my kids this coming year.
For the purpose of this post though, I am pulling from my new Loose Id release, Arrested Holiday.
The heroine, Holli is on vacation. Her one week a year and things don’t go so good at the beginning of it…
This was about as fucked a Christmas as she’d ever had. The concrete walls were like blocks of ice, and the floor wasn’t much better. The cot was hard, lumpy in a few places, and not really any warmer than the rest of her surroundings, even though Officer Hunky had brought her an extra blanket.
And he was…hunky.
Perhaps if she started thinking about him as Michael, the way he’d introduced himself a little while after he’d settled her in the cell, she wouldn’t be so frustratingly attracted to him. The more she watched him though… Nah, he was Officer Hunky. Michael might be his given name, but hunky was what fit him best in her sleep-deprived, decent food-deprived mind.
Damn, but she’d never seen a more perfect-looking man and generally speaking, perfect men didn’t appeal to her. Likewise, she didn’t appeal to them either, so it was never an issue, but this one…with his perfect white teeth, his perfect rock-hard body, his perfect dark voice, and his perfect heated gaze every time he looked at her…well hell, she couldn’t explain it.
Maybe he was just the right kind of perfect, her right kind of perfect. Maybe she was the only woman within a hundred miles and he was horny, but as she looked at him, watched him filling out what seemed to be an endless stack of paperwork, she doubted it.
His regret at having to arrest her was genuine, as was his apology that there wasn’t a decent place open for food in his little hole-in-the-wall town in the middle of Pennsylvania over the Christmas weekend. His touch had been warm and lingering, and the smile he’d fixed on her from time to time, the look he sent her way when he didn’t think she saw it…no, Officer Hunky, with his sheer, unadulterated male perfection, wanted her.
And that little bit of knowledge, however unlikely in the real world outside the police department jail, made being locked up at Christmas almost tolerable.
Holli slowly refocused. Crap. Heat flooded her cheeks. Had she been staring at him this whole time? “Yes, why?”
“You were staring.”
Was that a smile playing around his mouth? “Sorry. I was thinking.”
You and me, naked and rockin’ around the Christmas tree. “About how I’d like to get the hell out of here.” She glanced up at the clock on the wall. Over twenty-four hours since she’d been brought in. Her gut had told her she could make it to Harrisburg and then stop there for gas, but no, she’d had to pee and needed a snack, some caffeine, and now, well, she was in jail. Had she not been speeding down the little two-lane road trying to get back on the interstate, her license wouldn’t have been flagged on what they were finding out was a clerical error.
“I know. I’ve put in a call to the DA and explained the situation. Again. He owes me a favor, and unless he’s gone to his in-laws[JH1] [L2] , he should call me back soon.”
“You’re using your favor on me?” Dear Lord, that sounded so much dirtier than she’d intended. And judging by the smile on his face, he knew it too. Maybe when he’d frisked her earlier, she hadn’t imagined that his hands lingered a bit longer on her hips and thighs than they should have. The idea made her tingle all over. “I mean, shouldn’t you hold on to it for when you need something really big?”
“Yes, I am calling in my favor. This is something big. I’m not sure what you’d qualify as ‘really big,’ but things are kind of screwed up for you and it’s partly our fault. Our meaning the state of Pennsylvania. Over the holidays and on your vacation no less. Derek will have to get in touch with one of the judges about an idea I have for this whole fiasco, but I’d need someone to sign off on it.”
“What’s your idea?”
He shook his head. “I don’t want to jinx it. Let’s just wait for the call to come in.”
She shrugged. Not like she was going anywhere. “Sure. Whatever.”
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I have a thing for Christmas lights. I prefer the multi-colored ones over white ones. There’s something magical about the colors, how they sparkle together, how they glow with difference and beauty. They make me smile and I could stare at them for hours, have stared at them for hours many times.
I have a friend named Sue. We’ve had a few drinks together, laughed until we couldn’t remember why we were laughing. She works with my husband and that’s how Sue and I met, last year at Christmas dinner party.
A few weeks ago, Sue took a leave from work. No one knew why except her boss and he wasn’t talking. It has since been found out that Sue has been diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukemia. It’s a cancer that forms inside the bone marrow. She’s in her mid-late 40’s.
They don’t expect to release her from the hospital until after the first of the year. And from what anyone understands, the long term prognosis isn’t good.
As I consider Christmas, buying gifts, baking goodies, drinking my hot cocoa, looking at Christmas lights, I can’t help but think of her, of my friend that will spend this time in a hospital room, that cannot have visitors save for immediate family, that is going through chemo, is in pain.
For all the things that we go through in our individual lives, for all our own personal struggles, there are those with worse circumstances.
This wish I make now, is for you to tell your friends, your family how much they mean to you. Reach out a help someone, even if it is to say you’re thinking of them. Wave, call, send a card, bake some cookies, give a hug. I am blessed beyond belief with some very dear friends, a family that loves me, great kids, good health, a warm home, food on the table, a job I love.
My friend Sue didn’t know this was coming, that this was going to happen to her, that she would fall victim to this disease. None of us ever know when or if it’ll come and knock on our door. I’ve known too many people, both family and friends, that have passed away from one form of cancer or another. If I can say I hate something, then it is this sickness…
I know this is a hard and heavy blog post to read. One of my publishers sent out an email stating that they would not be sending out Christmas cards this year to authors but instead donating the money that would have been spent on cards and postage and man-hours to charities. I found it to be a wonderful idea. I have done this in the past, I have had it done for me in the past as well, a donation made in my name.
As much as we all have wish lists, and I am no different, we should all leave room on them for giving, for laughter, for friendship, for love, for family, for the things that cannot be measured…