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Monday, December 9, 2013

Presenting Lydia Michaels

Today we are featuring well known romance author Lydia Michaels, author of the McCullough Mountain Series, The Order of Vampyres, New Castle and several stand alones. Breaking Perfect is my favorite of the stand alones!

Lydia writes a wide range of environs but in the end it's about her accomplished style, and of course, the romance.

The Surrender Trilogy is Lydia's latest amazing series. Enjoy reading all about it! The hero is hot, the heroine someone we can all aspire to emulate.

7 Secrets Behind The Surrender Trilogy


Today Lydia Michaels is here to discuss Seven Secrets Behind The Surrender Trilogy, a sizzling love story full of scandalous choices, dark deceptions, and secret sacrifices that will have readers staying up far past your bedtime.


The question is… How deep do you want to go?


It’s a pleasure to be here discussing the debut of The Surrender Trilogy. FALLING IN, BREAKING OUT, and COMING HOME are three books guaranteed to take readers on an evocative journey full of seduction, sophistication, and surrender.



 7 Untold Secrets Behind The Surrender Trilogy

                                                                  By Lydia Michaels


1.     The Symbolism of Scout


Scout’s character came to me first as only a word. She was heroine. I’d thought long and hard about books I’d read and the realism of the protagonists I loved.


Born on the streets of Folsom, to a parent who is a mother in word only, Scout is constrained by no rules, yet lives her life by a specific code of survival. She is a compilation of so many imperfect strengths female leads have conveyed in literature over the years.


Scout possesses the independent strength of Jane Eyre. She is the dignity hidden within Hester Prynne. Steeped in innocence regarding social hypocrisies, she is charmingly childlike in her belief that circumstances and people can change, much like Jean Louise Finch, better known as To Kill a Mockingbird’s “Scout”. But above all, Scout is seeking her way home, somewhere she has yet to truly define. She is Dorothy Gale’s sweetness, lost in a spectacular world that is not her own. Unintended, loyal, and determined, she is the strong wind that takes Lucian Patras unexpectedly by storm.


2.     A Look at Lucian


Lucian Patras appears to have everything, until he meets Evelyn “Scout” Keats. He is Folsom’s most celebrated bachelor, wealthy, sexy, a devil to face off against in business. But he’s also incredibly private when it comes to his personal life. As a man in his mid thirties, he’s quite aware his presence is sought after for personal gain, part of the reason he’s grown jaded with the world. He wants a companion to intellectually challenge him, someone capable of giving it to him straight. But nothing prepares him for the dose of reality he must swallow once his life becomes tangled up with Evelyn “Scout” Keats.


3.     Pieces of Pearl


Pearl, Scout’s mother, is a lost soul in carbon form. Her mind is a jigsaw, pieces of the past broken into jagged memories, distorted by drugs and abuse, but she is the only person Scout has ever loved. An anchor around her daughter’s neck, every time Scout rises from the bottomless depths of poverty, Pearl pulls her back under. In order for Scout to survive, she must save her mother first.


4.     The Challenge of Chess


Chess is a cerebral struggle over another’s ego. The central figure is the King. He is indispensible. Narcissism will only lead to a corrupt King. He must never forget—the Queen holds far more power.


Chess is a lyrical battle of the mind, provoked by patient acts of aggression. Lucian Patras is a master of chess, favoring the intellectual sparring over traditional sport. He savors seeing his opponents gracefully surrender, and refers to the game as a triumphant display of social intercourse.


Once you read The Surrender Trilogy, you will never look at chess the same way again.


5.     Playing with Pawns


Pawns are the players of the story, the characters of the board. There are the traditional pawns, those maneuvered to protect the King and Queen, and then there are the more cunning pawns. There are the voyeurs, better known as the rooks, the manipulators or bishops, and let us not overlook the slyest piece of all, the knight. Should the King underestimate the other players on the board—he will quickly find himself in check.


6.     Underestimating the Underdog


Parker Hughes is quiet, poor, and disinterested in the lavish treasures of the world. He covets only one thing, but she has suddenly changed the rules of the game. When Parker discovers Scout’s intentions involving billionaire Lucian Patras, he must embrace his shrewder side. He loved her first and thereby considers her his, but taking from a King is never easy, especially when the Queen holds all the power. Therefore, Parker puts his patience into practice and becomes the Dark Knight.


7.     The Cost of Surrender


Relinquishing control can be a difficult task. Throughout The Surrender Trilogy, one is never quite sure which character is making the greater sacrifice. Scout is asked to submit to the authority of a man she barely knows and hardly understands, yet through a turn of twisted events Lucian is faced with choices that inflame his desire to possess such a woman.


Surrender, in its purest form, is done gracefully, selflessly, and delivered of one’s free will. FALLING IN love is never as simple as it seems. The constricting sense of need can sometimes provoke the urge to escape, but BREAKING OUT is not always the answer. It takes a genuine understanding of surrender to grasp what it means to ultimately be COMING HOME.



COMING HOME, the conclusion of The Surrender Trilogy reaches readers January 21, 2014!


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Tuesday, December 3, 2013

How to Deal with a Surprise Penis (or Victoria, Your Twenty Minutes Start...Now!)

Flash fiction time again. My writing group didn’t have to write about surprise penises, but I wanted to. The exercise involved choosing a headline from a magazine. The headline I chose was:

How to Deal with a Surprise Penis

Oh! Is…is it?” Tamara perched on the mattress, her feet tucked up near her bottom, her knees squashing her chest. She darted another glance at hishis…and tried to ignore the fluttering inside her tummy.

He seemed to make a sort of strangled sound.

Her eyes flew up. Oh goodness gracious, if she could just keep staring at his face, then everything would be alright. Hewhat did he say his name was? Michael?had such a kind face. Since she had to haveshe shuddereda customer, she supposed she was lucky to have him as her first. He had an easy grin, a few freckles sprinkled across his nose, and blue eyes that seemed to have a reassuring twinkle.

Is it what?” His deep, gentle voice shook, but he tilted his head and gazed into her eyes, politely ignoringwell, the rest of her.

Oh my goodness! The bed creaked as he lay down on his back next to her, lazily stretching himself out. His eyebrow lifted in enquiry. And she wasn’t mistaken. There was that twinkle. But her eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, for they drifted down the length of his long, lithe, naked body. He rested his head in his laced fingers. His biceps bulged.

She forced her gaze away and stared at her toes peeking out from the bottom of the sheet she’d hastily wrapped around herself. It doesn’t matter what this man looks like. Close your eyes and think of

But that picture of England’s green hills and valleys escaped her. Her eyes drifted again to that sprinkling of hair across his chest, then down to his defined abs, trim belly, and down to his

He reached for her hand. Reluctantly, she let her fingers release the sheet she clutched to her chest. It fell to her knees, revealing her far too voluptuous breasts. Her mouth dried as she saw his gaze move down to her chest. She was too big, wasn’t she? Guys liked pert, perky little boobs, didn’t they? Not huge ones, like hers.

He twined his fingers with hers and rested their hands on his chest. His eyessuch kind eyesflicked up to hers, waiting.

Um…” she replied, feeling her face heat to a point when she could fry eggs on it, “isis it supposed to haveyou know…”

He shook his head. Such a handsome head. Curly, tobacco brown hair, lovely sensual lips that should be kissing some lucky ladywhy on earth was he with her?were at the moment twitching at the corners.

 “No, I don’t know, Tamara. You’ll have to tell me. Is it supposed to have what?”

She stared down at the part of his anatomy currently under discussion and gulped. Long seconds passed. Still he waited. He seemed to be almostin pain? He was breathing hard. Goodness, she thought miserably, I’m so totally useless at this. Why were his lips sort of wobbling?


Isis your penissupposed to have a bend in it?” she finally blurted.

He burst out laughing.

Monday, November 25, 2013

Fifty Shades - Eat Your Heart Out

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Victoria, Your Twenty Minutes Start...NOW! - Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction time at Sultry Scribes!

Our task? Close our eyes and pick two words from the dictionary. Three people, six words. Include three of those words in a story.
Our words were: defeat, nemesis, perk, contortionist, clutch, stodgy
And here’s my story:

It hovered like a sickening cloud, waiting, wanting to strike me down.

My nemesis smiled at me with mocking pity. She could see my defeat. Smell it.  She’d been waiting a long time for this moment. Her pale blue eyes shone with malice.

My heart thudded in my chest. My stomach knotted. Only my pride kept me still.

Wiping my sweating hands down my sides, I took a deep breath. Then flung back my shoulders. The crowd hushed and waited.

With clenched fists, I faced her. I would not bow my head to this woman. She would not be my master.
And so, with a smile every bit as taunting as her own, I returned her venom. I enjoyed her frown.

Those who thought to judge me stared. Doubt flooded their faces. So it should. They were wrong.

They tried again. Their heads leaned in, touched, whispered, nodded. Then he stood, the main one. Fixed me with his steely grey eyes. My enemy shuffled closer, to be included in his gaze. Her eyes flicked to mine. Ah. Not so confidant now?

“The vote is unanimous,” he said. “My apologies, Mrs Perkins.” He smiled at me. “What you have given us is perfect, not stodgy in any way.”

The crowd drew in a collective breath. Her shoulders slumped.

“I declare your entry to be Best Cake of the Show.”


Monday, October 28, 2013

A Scintiallating Interview with Raven McAllan


Welcome to Craving Erotic Romance Blogspot.


Today we’re presenting Author: Raven McAllan


1) Have you always wanted to be an author? 

On and off I reckon. I've always loved to write, but it took a long while to find my voice. I used to write as I thought I should, not as I could. It wasn't good. I did win a 'where does chocolate come' from competition two years running when I was about 8 or 9 though.

2) What genre(s) do you write?

Romance. Regency, WW2, contemporary, erotic, paranormal, whichever shouts at me loudest at the time. Oh and YA as J. Lilley. Different hats and all that.

3)  Have you ever self published?

Along with several other friends, (we're all in the same crit group) Wine and Nine came about when we all got together, and sat around my kitchen table with wine. We'd been to the local pub and set a series of hot short stories about it. Every hero had to wear a kilt!

4) Who or what inspired you to write your first book?

The first one, was when we got a computer. (All those little discs in and out ARGH)  It was rubbish, but as I'd been saying if only etc etc, I felt I had to try. The first one I had published, Wallflowers Don't Wilt, was written on a dare by my Crit group UCW. I'd said I thought I write a Regency about two women and a man, and they said go on then. We dare you. So I did. They helped me tidy it, and send it off. I got the yes email at 3am. I'd got up for water, checked my emails and woke DH up shouting oh my goodness ohh yes, oh look. Poor soul, he gave me a kiss said '"Well done" and then asked if he could go back to sleep.

5) How many hours in a day might you write? 

At least an hour a day. Usually 4-5. ( I use the term write loosely. That includes blogs, and research. (Oh, okay then, procrastination)If I'm on holiday I often get up early to slot it in. I try not to write when DH is around. That's our time.

6) Are you a plotter or a pantster?

Pantster every time. The only time I've plotted it was rubbish.

7) Do you ever find yourself slipping away and becoming so immersed in your  story it affects how you relate to others? 

I've always been able to immerse myself in a story, whether reading or writing. When I write I'm oblivious to anything, I have to set the alarm to remind me to check what's in the Aga, and to do a quick tidy round before DH get's home. He reckons he could ask me for anything, say "okay, then, I'll take that as a yes", and I'd be non the wiser.

8) Are you in any of your books? 

No, I write them not star in them. Well I guess my snarky attitude might come across, and my love of chocolate, but me? Nah.

9) What do your friends and family have to say about you writing?  

Anything from I'm really proud of you, congratulations, go you, woo hoo, to don't tell people what you write, they're disgusting, is it all from experience etc etc…

10) Please share an excerpt from one of your books that totally spoke to you when you put the words down on paper…


This is from The Girl on the Bus. Tay is in the process of changing his life, when A glimpse of a girl on a bus, reminds him of something that happened years ago. This is the start of the book, which is set in Glasgow. It so shouts that city to me, and so got me into Tay's head…


Tay Mackinnon drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, unconsciously mimicking the beat of a popular TV motor racing program blasting out from the I Player. He loved hot hard and heavy music interspersed with softer gentler tunes. He admitted to being difficult to pigeonhole, and was unrepentantly pleased about the fact.

Stuck behind the double-decker bus disgorging its passengers in the middle of the road rather than at the bus stop he refused to lose his temper. A man in a white van parked in the bus bay shrugged as he received the rough edge of the bus driver’s tongue. Even through they were several yards away, Tay got the gist of the conversation. Tay grinned. He was in no hurry to get to his destination. With great music and bright sunshine, he could afford the time.

Though the roof of his sports car was down, he ignored the fumes and noises of the city. He remained as happy with that as the scents and sounds of the Scottish countryside where he lived whenever possible. Comfortable in his skin and his life, he refused to get upright because some ignoramus couldn't be bothered to read the road signs. An approaching traffic warden would sort him out.

The bus moved off slowly. Tay let the clutch out and followed. The vehicle turned a corner, and Tay continued straight ahead until a profile of woman on the upper deck made him change his mind. He swapped lanes. The blaring horns were well deserved, but for once Tay couldn't give a monkeys.

That profile ... oh, that profile. Silver. It couldn't be, surely he kidded himself? One night five years ago. How on earth would he know for sure? But the hair, like silver silk shot with diamonds glittering and sparkling in the light. It was her hair, her profile ... wasn't it?

Get a grip, man. That was the other side of the country.

However, Tay was as certain as he could be. He'd been looking unconsciously for her all that time. So often he'd almost walked up to someone and called out her name, only to stop at the last moment before some unknown woman thought him a crazy stalker. Once, he'd almost lost his balls when a guy objected to Tay calling a woman that name. A woman Tay hadn't even realized accompanied the guy. He'd made his apologies and retreated as the smug bastard bragged about how big and tough he was, and that no one messed with him ever. The guy hadn’t even been a Dom, just a half pissed Glasgow Ned. Tay had been sorry, but no way could he give much credulence to a guy with a tattoo of Hello Kitty on his neck. In full color at that. Even so, Tay was a lot more wary of approaching anyone now. A writhing, crying, so-called macho man wouldn't go down well. He imagined the headlines.


11) Which actor/character(s) would play the starring role in that book? 

  Robert Downey Junior. One of my mates said he was so Tay


Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.

She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.

A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she's strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.

Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.
Thanks so much for interviewing here, Raven. Best of luck with your books!

You can find out more about Raven here…       (author page)

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Snippets from Victoria


It’s time for another installment from Chapter One, Heavenly Revenge

His last cruel words echoed in her head. Josh didn’t understand. She wore those sloppy clothes like armor, to prove to the whole world she didn’t care what they thought of her. Rose gave a short, bitter laugh. The only one she hadn’t fooled was herself. All she’d ever wanted was to be accepted and loved.
She’d been right all along. You couldn’t trust people. Even her parents had abandoned her. No grandparents, no brothers or sisters, no aunts or uncles. They’d left her alone to face so many sets of foster parents, so many new schools, at least one a year. There’d been one horror year when she’d changed schools four times. She’d had to act tough. The bullies ignored her if they thought they couldn’t get to her.
There was only one person she could trust—herself. She’d known that, for goodness sake. And that’s where she’d made her mistake with Josh. She’d let him in, let herself love him. She’d let him make her weak.
A pain, worse than all the others, had hit her, and she’d slipped into darkness.
Rose glanced at Wilma and Lily and frowned. “Why did I die? I mean, what did I die of? I’m only twenty-three.”
“You had rheumatic fever when you were young, and unfortunately, the set of foster parents looking after you at the time didn’t bother taking you to a doctor,” said Wilma. “Then there was that very bad bout of flu recently that weakened your heart even more. I’m afraid the shock of seeing Josh…”

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Friday, October 25, 2013


Denzel Hayes Washington, Jr. (born December 28, 1954) is an American actor, film director, and film producer. He has received much critical acclaim for his work in film since the 1990s, including for his portrayals of real-life figures such as Steve Biko, Malcolm X, Rubin “Hurricane” Carter, Melvin B. Tolson, Frank Lucas and Herman Boone. Washington is a featured actor in the films produced by Jerry Bruckheimer and was a frequent collaborator of the late director Tony Scott.

Washington has received two Golden Globe awards awards and a Tony Award and two Academy Awards: Best Supporting Actor for Glory (1989) and Best Actor for Training Day (2001).

Man on Fire, The Book of Eli and Out of Time are all very different films and I believe they showcased this illustrious actor’s incredible talent. No stereotyping for Mr. Washington. He’s also incredibly easy on the eyes.



Saturday, October 19, 2013

Snippets from Victoria

Continuing on from my last post – another small snippet from my erotic romance, Heavenly Revenge:

Lily glanced reproachfully at her friend. “Please excuse my friend’s bluntness, dear. Wilma and I are angels, and it’s our job to organize people…or should I say spirits? Although I know you think you feel the same as ever, and it can be so confusing, and—”
“I’m dead?” Rose stared at the two old ladies. “And…I’m sorry. Did you say you were angels?” She narrowed her eyes and glanced from the tiny, tubby Lily to the tall, angular Wilma. Even though there were two of them, they were old. She could defend herself if they turned violent and could certainly outrun them. But run where? “Look, please, I want to go home. Where am I really?”
Lily gazed anxiously into Rose’s eyes. “You…you do remember that pain in your chest, don’t you, pet?”
She did recall something about a terrible ache.
“And…er…Joshua?” prompted Lily again, still with that worried frown.
Rose stared at the two women without seeing them. She remembered. Josh. She’d loved him so much.
He’d been late for rehearsal, so she’d gone down to his dressing room to find him. And had stood, frozen, as she watched him plunging into the lead violinist. They lay naked, coupling on the couch, the violinist’s long, thin legs wrapped around Josh’s waist. His white backside flexed as he thrust. Maybe she’d made a noise, for a shocking pain had clutched her heart, and she’d been unable to breathe. Josh had stilled, glanced behind him, and withdrawn so quickly from the girl that he’d almost pulled the condom off his erection. His rapidly shrinking erection.
“Yes,” whispered Rose, “I remember.”
But her misery hadn’t ended there.
The girl had scurried away, clasping her bundle of clothes to her naked chest, leaving Rose to face Josh alone. Even now, looking back, Rose was amazed at her own calmness. Usually, her temper more than matched her red hair, as Josh had discovered to his cost in the past. But those had been silly arguments. Not this.
While he’d dressed, Josh’s eyes had roved over her, narrowing in contempt. “You know, if you tried a bit harder with your appearance, maybe I wouldn’t be interested in fucking other girls.”
You can purchase Heavenly Revenge from Secret Cravings, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Bookstrand and ARe.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

What gets you over the hump to finish the week?


I’ve been polling people over the past while—friends, family and total strangers who looked at me funny but obligingly answered. Here’s a sample:


A long, hot soak in a tub full of silky fragrance and a good book. (I didn’t ask what kind of book, although to each her own. And I know for a fact she doesn’t limit this kind of self care to Wednesdays, clever woman.)


A glass of red wine, or two, maybe three, and some chocolate. (My kind of woman. I know we’re related.)


Scheduled sex. (That too was a family member and I decided I didn’t want to know any more, although now every time I look at her and her partner…but maybe it’s not such a bad idea when we get so busy and spontaneity is sadly lacking. I think I’ll ask if they plan the before too. Maybe do an experiment at home and let you know.)


An extra hour of sleep. (Makes sense to me, although getting that young man out of bed in the mornings requires some interesting approaches.)


Nothing. One day is the same as the next, although Friday can’t come soon enough. (I suggested a little something different on hump Wednesdays might break up the week and he smiled a little. Not at me, unfortunately. Although he was a stranger in the ice cream section of the grocery store.)


A night out with friends. (Not sure if it’s a scheduled event or his quick answer, but he gave me one of those looks and I figured I had the best answer he’d give.)


Nothing. Just a sigh of relief the weekend isn’t as far away. (I wanted to introduce her to the other nothing guy.)


Is there some kind of rule that says we should be doing something on hump Wednesday? (I clearly asked a paranoid type and reassured him the gov’t had nothing in mind. I hope.)


And finally, The local pub has appetizers on half price so we go there and hoist a few and don’t worry about making dinner. (I’m joining them next week if they’ll have me. Hadn’t thought about getting out of making dinner. They’ll probably say- that’s the strange woman who used hump and Wednesday in the same sentence.)
Hope one of these ideas appeals.

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Snippets from Victoria

I’ve been busy finalising my latest novella, probably to be called “Emerald Revenge”, so I’ve been distinctly uncreative in my flash fiction lately. So here’s the start of a few snippets from “Heavenly Revenge”:
Chapter One
“The poor, wee girl. Rose, Rose, can you hear me, love?”
Rose’s eyelids fluttered. A stark, white light stabbed into her eyes and she shut them again. But in that brief glimpse, she’d seen the blurry faces of two women peering down at her.
“Rose, are you with us, pet? Open your eyes, there’s a good girl. You don’t have much time.”
“Rose!” The other woman spoke this time, sharper in tone. Rose opened her eyes and studied the faces bent over her. Both were older women, about seventy perhaps, with fly-away white hair and white flowing gowns. As Rose struggled to her feet, they broke out in relieved smiles.
“Good girl. Och, Wilma, she looks so pale, the poor lassie.”
Everyone who comes here is pale, Lily. I wish you would strive to be less foolish.”
“All I said—”
During this exchange, Rose glanced around at her surroundings, and recognized nothing. Flat, barren land, seared in that glaring white light, stretched to every mist shrouded horizon. Not another living thing in sight. She breathed in the cool, pure air, and frowned at the strange, spongy surface beneath her.
“Where the hell am I?”
Both ladies regarded her with shocked expressions, and the one whose name seemed to be Wilma said, “Now, now, Rose. This isn’t the best place to be using bad language.”
Rose blinked. “I’m sorry. I meant—where am I? And who are you? How do you know my name?”
“My name is Wilma and this is Lily,” the taller woman answered. Lily beamed, her pale blue eyes warm and welcoming behind her glasses. Rose found herself smiling in return. Wilma continued. “You’re dead. You’re outside the gates of Heaven, but you aren’t allowed to go in.”
You can purchase Heavenly Revenge from Secret Cravings, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Bookstrand and ARe.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013


Another author and I recently had a discussion about lubricant. It actually started when I wrote a scene where the heroine hurled a bottle at her lover’s truck and it covered the windshield. Of course, even though he knew better, he turned on the wipers and…well, you know. We can all identify with doing something we absolutely know is the wrong thing to do, but we do it anyway. My author friend did a test on her kitchen window so see how difficult it would be to clean it up. Warning: Do not try that at home, lol.


In any event, we then shared some personal stories about lubricant and it got me thinking about the stuff. I mean, I go to the store, find the product I presently use and buy it. Simple. But maybe there’s more to lubricant…so I researched it.            


LUBRICANT: A lubricant is a substance introduced to reduce friction between moving surfaces. It may also have the function of transporting foreign particles. The property of reducing friction is known as lubricity. (slipperiness)

A good lubricant possesses the following characteristics:

  • High boiling point
  • Low freezing point
  • High viscosity index
  • Thermal stability
  • Hydraulic Stability
  • Demulsibility
  • Corrosion prevention
  • High resistance to oxidation

Relax. The product described above is industrial lubricant, although it appears to do the same job as personal lubricant. Just keep it away from me.

Personal lubricants (colloquially termed lube) are specialized and used during human sexual activity to reduce friction between body parts, or between body parts and other objects. They are used during sexual acts such as intercourse and masturbation, to reduce friction to or between the penis and vagina, anus, or other body parts, or applied to sex toys to reduce friction or ease in penetration. Surgical or medical or gels, which are similar but not usually referred to or labelled as "personal" lubricants, may be used for medical purposes such as speculum insertion or introduction of a catheter.

Well, the last use took the edge off.

There are several different types of lubricant, and aside from the obvious value of them, it’s worth your while to research them all. Seriously. Eye opening and might be important for your health.

Water based (soluable) have surprising drawbacks, as do oil based lubricants.

Fertility lubricants are highly specialized, as they should be so as not to interfere with conception.

Silicone based lubricants make for interesting reading-sex toys beware.

Anal specific lubricants are quite different and I confess I learned something new—numbing qualities.

Having purchased specialty lubricants at those naughty parties your mother warned you about—or accompanied you to—aren’t always edible!

And of course there’s the household lube—vegetable shortening, cooking oil, butter and the like. I suppose in a pinch…or if you’re in the kitchen…just remember certain tissues are very sensitive and condoms don’t stand up well to certain substances.

My initial source was Wikipedia and then I read the information on several different brands of each type of lubricant. I also checked out the studies cited on some different sites. I’ll be spending more time in the family planning aisle—such a misnomer—the next time around, and making some different choices! Lubricant really is an individualized product.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Show, Don't Tell

from Victoria Black

For any authors out there, you've all heard the mantra "Show, Don't Tell".

I bought a good little book from Amazon the other day for only 99 cents, called Show or Tell by James Thayer. It's only short, but there's quite a lot of good advice in it. Here's some things I found useful.

In it, he says that as authors, we need to present the evidence and let the reader draw his own conclusion.

Telling is a lecture e.g. Stacey was warm. Whereas showing would be: Stacey fanned herself with her hand.

Show characters' reactions, don't tell e.g. Tell - She looked concerned. Show - "What's wrong?"

The context will make your showing accurate. e.g. John smiled.

You can make a description show two things e.g. what he is wearing and that he is poor.

When describing a face, tell is okay e.g. She was lovely. But showing adds more e.g. Men turned to look at her.

It's not necessary to show all the time - when a lot of information must be conveyed quickly e.g. He had a gun in his holster, a knife strapped to his thigh and a grenade on his belt. Also, back story can be told, but keep it short.

The key to showing is the question - IS THERE EVIDENCE?

James Thayer said that a summary of Show, Don't Tell is:

His arm itched. But is there evidence? He scratched his arm.

Friday, September 20, 2013


This bad boy speaks to me. I admire his dark good looks and tall, muscular body and inherent arrogance.                                            

                                                            Dylan McDermott!

Mark Anthony McDermott (born October 26, 1961), is better known by his professional name of Dylan McDermott. His father was of Irish descent, and his mother had Italian, English, Irish, and French ancestry.

Dylan is an America actor, known for his role as lawyer and law firm head Bobby Donnell on the television legal drama The Practice, which earned him a Golden Globe and an Emmy nomination, and his roles in the first two seasons of American Horror Story. He also starred in the TNT series Dark Blue as Lt. Carter Shaw.

He was so very convincing in his role as a traitorous agent in Olympus Has Fallen. And then there's his upcoming role as a rogue FBI agent in the tv series Hostages. Looking forward to seeing him weekly.

Friday, September 13, 2013


Thomas Mark Harmon (born September 2, 1951) is an American actor. Since the mid-1970s, he has appeared in a variety of television, film and stage roles following a brief career as a collegiate football player with the UCLA Bruins. Since 2003, Harmon has starred as Leroy Jethro Gibbs in the hit CBS series NCIS.

Mark has made his career on both medical and law enforcement roles although has appeared in a variety of other acting roles. Harmon's career reached several other high points in 1986. In January, he was named People magazine's Sexiest Man Alive. He still does it for me. I think he just gets better with age.
I read John Sandford’s Prey novels voraciously and Mark Harmon played the hero in Certain Prey, definitely NOT who I would have chosen to depict Lucas Davenport, but he came pretty close.
Thomas Mark Harmon who manages to keep NCIS from being just another too long running series.