Sunday, November 22, 2015

Join the Mistletoe Hop! A #Christmas #BlogHop for Romance Readers

There's Romance in the Season with the Mistletoe Hop on December 17-21, 2015
It's the third year for this holiday themed hop. Each year it grows in success. Readers enjoyed taking some time off from their holiday preparations to try their chance at winning prizes and finding new books to buy for holiday reading. This year, let's make it even bigger!

Open to all romance authors, reviewers and bloggers interested in celebrating the holiday season with readers. All participants are responsible for their own blog posts but should keep to the hop's theme and include linky to other blogs in the hop.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Her Web Master #BDSM on #Thursday13 @NormandieA

Normandie Alleman and Her Web Master present this week's Thursday 13.
A former psychologist, Normandie has always been fascinated by human behavior. She loves writing quirky characters that are all too human. Fiber arts, baking, and Pinterest are a few of her favorite pastimes. She lives on a farm with a passel of children, hunky husband, and a pet pig who’s crazy for Red Bull.

An online connection.
Masked by anonymity.
No cameras. No pictures.
Curiosity ignited to intrigue.

I thought I knew what I was getting into, but had no idea how far we would go...

My intention was to test the waters, dip my toe in the wading pool. Instead I surrendered to the world of seduction and submission as he submerged me--body, mind, and soul--into an ocean of eroticism.

Emails, texts, and hidden identities, were one thing. But now, coming face-to-face with the mystery man, the star of my fantasies, both terrifies and completely thrills me. If all goes according to plan, he will intensify the exquisite bond we share by transporting me to that glorious intersection between agony and ecstasy. If not, everything we've built will come crashing down around us, destroying my dreams in the process.

Either way, there is no going back. Because I want more. Much more.
He always says, "For every ounce of pleasure, a price must be paid."
And I am going to pay...

Warning: If you’re not a fan of dirty talk or dominant alpha males, “Her Web Master” may not be for you, but if you're looking for a filthy online boyfriend who will make your toes curl, meet Sophie’s mysterious Dom.
13 Sentences from Her Web Master
I was excited yet anxious because this would be my first meeting with my lover.

Our first meeting face-to-face. 
He’d left strict instructions for me to sit at the table he reserved for us. He requested I sit with my back to the entrance. This tricky move on his part allowed no way for me to see him as he entered. If his intention was to control and torture me, it was working. A loose strand of hair tickled my cheek, so I tucked it behind my ear. My hair wasn’t choosing this inopportune moment to misbehave. It always misbehaved. 
I watched for the waiter, again wanting that drink, but as much as I hated being outside my comfort zone, I loved the naughty, decadent feeling I got from doing something simply because my Master told me to. When I submitted to his demands, I stepped outside my safe little world, the one where my ex-husband ignored me for years, where all my friends had children, where I felt inconsequential. With him I wasn’t invisible. He relied on me.

Sure it was for things of a sexual nature, but to me, that was something, and I felt fulfilled for the first time in ages.
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Monday, November 16, 2015

Queen of My Kingdom: #amwriting Final Chapter of Childhood

We're writing the final chapter of my son's childhood this year.
Peanut turns eighteen next April, graduates high school in June and leaves for college in August. His adulthood will roar in like a lion. And he'll be off to new adventures... if he gets his wish, it'll be to savannas far away.

My kingdom will be short by one prince. As each milestone or holiday or family event passes, I catch myself thinking how it'll be the last all my children will be home. The change that will soon come may be more impactful for those of us remaining behind. We'll feel the missing piece - the missing person. Sure, in this digital time, Peanut will only be a call or text away but he won't be part of our daily life.

I'm mourning the end even as I'm celebrating the beginning. Helping Peanut complete college applications was bittersweet. Then I ordered his cap and gown, and his announcements. That's when reality hit and I couldn't help but think of all the things I'd never taught him. Doing laundry, managing a bank account, sending mail and cooking a few basics were added to my agenda. Now I'm squeezing in as many teachable moments as possible.

We're making memories. Peanut has already begun pulling away. He's as independent and surly as any high school senior should be. Still, I'm grasping onto the times when we're all together. The foundation has already been built... that's what I've been doing since he was born. Now is the time to foster his appreciation for the bonds of family. I want him to have happy memories to look back on even as he heads off to his future.

Letting him go, or writing the words THE END on his childhood may just be the most difficult to write.

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