Sunday, April 30, 2006
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Sexy red candles; Wow!
Seen this one before, but it is cute!
If you don't have a dog, please pass this to any freinds who do...
WARNING TO ALL DOG OWNERS
Warning to all dog owners: Watch your dog!
The State Highway Patrol in conjunction with the FBI has issued a warning advising all dog owners to keep their dogs indoors until further notice.
Dogs are being picked off one at a time on an almost continual basis throughout the city.
They are falling in great numbers. Police in the city advise all dog owners not to walk their dogs - KEEP THEM INDOORS UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE!
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I don't know if you know this, but I'm a poet and a motivational speaker. Today, I will be performing at an open mic forum in Springfield, Missouri at an annual event called Poetry in the Park.
It's open to the public, held at Lake Springfield from noon to five--weather permitting. There's a pavilion, and potluck barbecue. I'm taking Kielbasa to bbq, with buns, of course, and charcoal, etc--hoping to rope someone else into cooking it. Any volunteers? And I'm thinking about taking some chicken breasts, too. Still undecided on that.
Now, if I can only find the place.
My husband usually drives me there--and I just enjoy the ride. (Which is really a description of our life together--he takes me places and, well...I could easily degenerate from here.)
But, it's Sunday. I'm trying to behave myself. (We'll see how well that goes!)
Normally, I go to church on Sundays...but my kids and I are struggling with our present congregation, feeling awkward--maybe judged? I know part of my problem, I'm not perfect and I've had a few well laid comments sent my way, and that's made me gun-shy. I mean, geez, if a sinner can't go to church to try and be better, where can she go?
I just hate self-righteous people. Don't you?
Just recently, I got a newsletter--one of those writer's organization's quarterly reports. An old writer, that has about 9 books to her name, wrote an article about things the rest of us shouldn't do, chastising us for, oh, everything. I felt like I was right back in church!
She caught me at our last writer's conference (in the ladies room) and chewed me out for showing up late. It was three hours from my home--in timbuktu Ozarks. I got lost. She didn't bother to ask WHY I was late. Just looked down her nose at me. And I thought...who was she to chew me out like I was a kid? I hauled three people there to see her speak--which was boring as hell. People literally were sleeping in the aisles, and those that weren't, were talking.
So, of course, that was addressed in her article--how rude people were. But that brings me to a point--a speaker should command the room. They should entertain, educate, and motivate. Not bore the people into slumber or private conversations. Although, I do think it is rude to talk when there is a speaker going up front of the room.
This is funny...one of the gals I took there kept falling asleep. I nudged her repeatedly, because I know she didn't WANT to fall asleep. And she would have been embarrassed if she'd started to snore or something (which happens all too often at those sort of things)--and she would have definitely held it against me if I'd let her get to that stage--in public--when I could have saved her by a nudge.
Anyhow, right after that, say two weeks later, there was another opportunity to hear this same speaker. I refused to go. Why waste my time and money? She doesn't make me laugh, and her speech doesn't alter much. So, I've already heard it more times than I can count. What would be the point?
My friend went ahead and drove to the event. When she got home, the first thing she did was send me an email. It said...(paraphrased)...Hm. It appears that no matter how many times you hear her, she's still boring. I thought maybe that other time was a fluke. But no. And, it appears that you can't rely on just anyone to nudge you when you fall asleep, because most everyone else is nodding off, too.
Anyhow, she went on to applaud my wisdom in not going, and my amazing ability to stay awake. She swore she couldn't go to hear that speaker again without me at her side.
Ha! What she doesn't know (but may read here) is that I take about forty of those energy supplements, vitamins and minerals, etc. to keep me awake through the worst things. And when I know the speaker is gonna be bad, sometimes I AM purposely late. I DO take more trips to the bathroom. Anything to stay awake. More drinks from my water bottle. And I plot new stories while I daydream. So, if you see me outside of an organized writer thing--feel free to chat with me. I'm probably out there avoiding the hard side of a chair or something.
But, I keep enough notes to have a clue if the speaker quizzes me later. I think that's the mark of a bad speaker--if they feel like they have to test their audience to see if you were listening. Duh. If you can't tell they were awake or paying attention, maybe ya ought to step up your presentation. No kidding, this gal sat the whole time. In a room of 50 people, we couldn't see her. She thought she was loud enough to use the mic--which she wasn't.
I hate it when I go some place, and put out the money to get there--gas is so high these days--and then find that it was a waste of my time. It seems that more and more things fall into that category.
I want people to enjoy my company, and vice versa. I want to surround myself with people who will love me for who I am, and not judge me for the way I dress, or how much I weigh, or what I write.
Which brings me to unconditional love and acceptance. I find that there are many things in my life that don't stack up to perfection. My house, the way I keep it--inside and out--(not a show home)--me, the way I dress--casual and comfy most of the time--(not putting on airs)--and I say to you...let's be okay with who we are, and what we have. Let's accept others at face value.
That is not to say that we shouldn't expect better out of ourselves, our kids, our significant others. I mean, geez, if you don't expect a kid to brush his teeth and hair, he won't. (Just had to send my 14 year old son in to do that, that's why I thought of it.)
I expect my kids to behave in public. And, man, I hope I will, too! And I hope my husband won't censor me when I'm speaking. Don't you hate when you're talking and someone gives you the sign to shut up? Or worse, cuts you off by some curt reprimand?
But then, sometimes we need someone to give us the cutthroat sign. Just not embarrass us in the process. As you can see, I tend to ramble. So, I recognize the fact that someone should cut me off.
Today, that will have to be me. I'm working on self-control, as you can see.
What are you working on?
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Saturday, April 29, 2006
Big Beautiful BreakfastWhat do writers eat for breakfast?
I dunno about the others, but here's a peek into my world:
Some days...ice cream. (Usually Rocky Road)
Some days...steak. (Ribeye, Sirloin)
Some days...Grape Nuts.
Some days...(most days)...nothing.
Today? A pile of vitamins, minerals and diet pills.
I found the Olay Vitamins on sale, so I'm doing those this week.
I'm trying Suvaril (diet vitamin pill thingy that doesn't work for weight loss, but I bought it, it's a vitamin, so I'm taking it still. I repeat, does not work for weight loss, do not waste your money on it.)
Ah, I'm taking Leptopril and Zenemex. Not losing weight--but they contain hoodia which binds foods, and that may turn out good in the long run. Give me more energy, too.
Taking Carotene--hoping it and the other minerals (zinc, copper, magnesium, potassium--from the other blends) will help stop my hair from coming in gray.
I have a friend, once, who took so much that her gray hair turned orange, but then, so did her skin. Too much of that stuff is NOT good. NG. NG. Warning Will Robinson.
There's another multi-vitamin I'm taking (called LOVE ENHANCER--we'll see about that!) and a B booster. Gotta have the B to straighten out my attitude! (Supposed to work on mood swings. We'll see about that!)
I also take Colloidal Minerals in liquid form--randomly. Nasty taste, good for ya, though.
And I've had some dry skin, so I'm taking (I know this will sound even crazier than the mess above--a tablespoon of extra light olive oil.) In only a few days, my skin is much better than it was. Learned that on an Atkins Loop--which is the only diet I've ever lost weight on. Lost 60 pounds in four months--felt great.
Oh yeah...and I tamp all that down with some antacids.
But then I made this deal with myself, that I could have a treat/cake/ice cream/bread/potato when I won an award, or went to a writer's banquet or got a contract. Well, over 80 writing awards later, and 20+ book contracts, plus numerous other things being published under different names in different genres...I don't go long without a treat. Think I should change my reward program? LOL
I'm not gaining weight (Thank God!) but I'm not losing any, either.
As you can see, I am looking for weight loss/health supplements all the time. Ask me, if you are wondering about a specific one. I've probably tried them all.
Zantrex? (The one Brittany Spears takes? Nix. No help. Waste of money.)
Name one. Let's see if I've tried it.
Or tell us what you've tried that did or did not work.
And please...don't tell me to exercise more and eat less. I have a bad back, flat feet, and a bad bladder and a bad colon. Can't do any impact, can't get too far from a bathroom--because I never know when I'll need it.
You know what I want? I want one of those exercise machines that you get strapped into and they do repetitions. You basically lean back and let the machine move you. They created them for accident victims, to help exercise muscles to avoid atrophy. When I get rich, I'm gonna hunt those down and make a spa. And you can come and see how cool it is.
Of course, when I get that rich, I'll seriously consider a tummy tuck, liposuction, apronectomy, and/or whatever else they offer to fix fat people.
Have you had any surgery like that? I used to think...it looks painful, too painful, I'll never do it. But there's a funny thing about being fat...overweight, obese, fluffy, whatever you wanna call it...I ride a rollercoaster between giving up and being desperate.
I have a friend who told me last night over dinner...you seem so confident, people wouldn't know that you care about your weight--because it doesn't seem like an issue.
I cry daily over it. I hate being big. I go (sometimes) weeks without eating. I do not recommend that.
I admire women like Queen Latifah and Maya Angelou--beautiful women that aren't scrawny, but aren't making apologies. I'm grateful to Sir Mixalot for his song "I Like Big Butts" and cheer J-Lo for what she did in getting guys to appreciate big booties.
But mostly, I'm grateful to my good husband for being a butt man. Which makes me think of the term "kissing ass" and wondering...if I'm the only woman in the world that likes it when her man does...?
(Yes, pun intended!)
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I'm a nut.
I love nuts.
I love Grape Nuts.
I live on ten acres covered in Walnut trees.
My husband is a squirrel.
He loves to watch squirrels.
He loves to watch squirrels stealing nuts from our Walnut trees.
He loves me.
And I love him.
It must be meant to be.
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Friday, April 28, 2006
TGIFThank God it's Friday...
What shall we do to celebrate that we've survived the week?
Dance naked in the rain? It looks like it's gonna pour here in Missouri.
Sing at the top of my voice? I live on ten acres. Only the birds and squirrels will care.
Write something sexy? Now, that sounds like an idea!
I'm struggling with three manuscripts that I have started. The hero and heroine don't meet right away and that bothers me. Does it bother you?
In my Pack City and Jack: In the Pack books, they don't meet right away. I give you the events leading up to their coming together. Is that cool with you? Or would you prefer I get to the chase between the two big players in a book from now on?
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I like a little background before the characters meet.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
For the birdsBirds are singing outside my door.
The sun is shining.
I've stopped my whining.
I'm bound and determined to "get my head into a book" today.
But, I have one question...
Do you like romances (or any book) to start with something shocking/cataclysmic, or, if you've picked up a romance, are you happy for the hero and heroine to meet, say, in a mundane place, the way most people would meet a new guy. Like, say, at a bar, or somehow through the work place...?
I go back and forth on this, so you never can tell how my opening is gonna go until you pop the cover open. But, I wondered what readers thought about that sort of thing.
Personally, I struggle with the "one man saves the world" concept, so I don't do much of that. (Doesn't mean I won't write a Terminator type story down the road.)
I just...have trouble suspending disbelief on that one. How about you? Do you like to slip off into the ultimate unreality like that, or prefer a romance that sounds like it could actually happen?
(Werewolves, vampires, and fairies aside, of course!)
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Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Putting a bad day to restAs I mentioned in my last post, my dog was killed this morning. The day went from terrible and got worse. My (second) daughter was in an accident--and luckily--is okay, going to be fine, just a little shaken up--but that was pretty traumatic for me, to receive the call from her in tears--especially after my fourth daughter had a near fatal accident last September.
So, you'd think that would be plenty to deal with for one day, but then I got a call from a dear friend who is bleeding profusely--doctors can't figure out why or how to stop it--yeah, that's scary. While she and I talked, and cried together, we discussed another friend who just went through a lumpectomy, and a break-up...and what we could or could not do to help each other out.
The bottom line sometimes is...all you can do is listen, maybe pray or meditate...and hope for the best. I can't fix their problems and they can't fix mine, but we can be there for each other.
I believe we all have a circle of reach, and sometimes we don't realize the impact we have on others. Or how much a hug, or a smile, or a sincere..."talk to me" can do.
I was lonely today, feeling helpless. Please tell me that I'm not alone in that...and that maybe tomorrow, or the next day will be better.
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The school bus ran over my dog today. Mickey was a ten year old border collie. A good boy that hated lightning and loved me...unconditionally. I'll miss him SO much.
I'm crying over it and can't seem to stop.
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Oh, I so feel what you are going through; that happened to us kids years ago. The bus ran over our black lab whilst we were waiting for the bus to stop. I went to school and cried all day; the kleenex was falling apart from tears. I'm so sorry!!!
So sorry about your dog.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
DJ bluesI'm spending this morning...looking for a DJ for my daughter's wedding. If you know one in Idaho that isn't busy on June 17th, by all means, send them my way!
Here's a heads up...don't plan a wedding in June at the last minute--which is anything under six months advance notice. You have to pay twice as much and move your time up or down to accommodate the better caterers and photographers.
And DJ's? They are almost impossible to get, period, in June. At least, that's what I am told.
So, of course, since I want my daughter's wedding to be the one of the century, I'm frustrated.
And what do frustrated women do? Get a man to help them work out their stress? (Or do men give us more frustration?) Doesn't matter. My man is in Alaska, as you already know.
I'm a bbw with health issues (bad back, flat feet)--so doing the gym "kill yourself" thing isn't gonna help me work off my tension.
I'm having steak and sauted mushrooms for breakfast to make myself feel better for being a failure at finding a DJ.
What do you do to get over your frustrations, or to make yourself feel better? I may have to splurge on Godiva later if I don't have any success.
Did you see that I did a Godiva contest last month? My promo girl loves Godiva chocolates and says I should offer them more often because women don't splurge enough on themselves. Do you agree?
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I either eat plain potato chips and dill pickle dip or chocolate to get over my frustrations and to feel better. Also, I snuggle with puppy wuppy in the recliner and listen to 'nature' music, close my eyes and try to relax.
Women should treat themselves more, I agree. I don't do it very often.
Tell us the recipe for this dill pickle dip. I have had dill dip, but not dill pickle dip.
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Monday, April 24, 2006
Tease 4Here's an excerpt from the new story I started last week--the one I call Alana's Ache (working title)--see what's making her ache. Tell me what you think!
“Shh.” His lips brushed her temple—once, twice—then slid a butterfly’s breath along her cheek to her ear. The way he did it calmed her, surrounded her, blocked out the whole world and all her fears—made her think of nothing but him again.
She thought…he’s…a Valentino at tease.
He demonstrated that when his lips found hers again. He deepened the kiss. She opened her mouth and let him in. Alana leaned forward on tiptoe, giving him more tongue, returning everything he gave her with all she had—trying to prove that it was all good between them.
She sighed.
A Michaelangelo at mouth to mouth, at plummeting the depths, at making her feel more alive and energized than any fantasy she could have created—at reaching inside, and squeezing her heart.
Again, his lips broke free and wandered, this time to the other side of her throat. He groaned, “I love the way you smell.”
She chuckled—since she had on a perfume he’d bought her. “My boyfriend has good taste.”
“Mm. Yes he does.”
Vance started sucking, and she knew she’d have a hickey, but she liked the idea of a public mark. Alana tipped her head so he could get better access. He wasn’t noisy, or slurping, or sloppy, and the suction caused a reaction that went through the center of her being like a streak of lightning.
“Oh,” she whispered, her knees weakening as her panties went wet.
A Cistine at exhibiting what he could do. God help her if she ever got him inside.
She moaned.
Her mind put every great name to his lip service that she could think of. It was fabulous. Marvelous. Amazing.
Alana’s arms slipped around his neck. Her fingertips toyed at his nape. She encouraged him by arching into him.
Her breasts rose to the occasion, titillated within her lacy bra, her nipples standing erect, sensitized.
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Sunday, April 23, 2006
Virtual French Kisshttp://www.metacafe.com/watch/66126/video/R/CFD_1002/
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Gross!! But funny.
lol that was so funny!
What do you think she's looking for, mice?
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I think she is looking at her new diamond toed shoes. LOL.
Earlene
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Nah I think she's looking for any ahem stains. *g*
Saturday, April 22, 2006
THE PERFECT MAN
AND THE WOMEN WHO ARE
STILL WAITING FOR HIM...
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oh send them to my house!!! NOW, LOL
He is yummy but I want a guy with a brain.
I stayed up late last night, until 3 a.m.--working on the beginning of that new vampire story I told you about. The working title for it is: Alana's Ache.
I don't know if you know this, but many books go through several title changes as they evolve. I usually pick one, and it almost always includes a main character's name. Sometimes I give stories silly subtitles--just to make myself smile every time I open the file. Like, Mira Starks. The subtitle I gave that one is Bangin' Fangin' Revenge. Neither of those will probably make it to the book. So, you'll have to look at the cover blurb to find one about a girl named Mira.
Anyhow, the update on Alana's Ache--The first day I worked on it, I got eight pages done. I only worked an hour or two that day. Yesterday, I couldn't focus in the morning, but after 6 last night, I got some ideas. Between surfing ebay--which I am wholly addicted to, I managed to work out another twenty-four pages. So, I'm up around page 32 now.
It starts with a very sexy kissing scene. I think that'll suck you in. ;) I'm hoping anyway.
Which brings me to my question of the day? What sort of things do you like in a kiss, or hate?
I don't like my face swallowed.
I DO like the sort of kisses where the lips soften, and feel like they're experimenting with the touch, and taste, and angle. I like to play at those on my husband. So, I like to give and receive those.
(Your turn. What do you like?)
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Oh you did do alot with writing. For me if I can't sleep, I can get alot of reading done and I like that!
You know what I like to read, him lightly biting the lip, her moans, that let him inside with her slightly opening them, him slowly lighly kissing her forehead and moving lightly to her lips and kissing them to get so much of a feel for her. I love seeing this in an first kiss together.
Love your topics Carys!
Friday, April 21, 2006
Things that suckI must confess...
I had planned to get busy on a novella this week. I wrote eight pages one morning and haven't written a lick since. I've pulled it up every day, edited it some, but then...ebay caught me.
That is one time-consuming little snare. That and google. Steals your minutes by the hour. Takes your hours by the day. The world becomes a blur. And those of us who are a bit obsessive compulsive...wait...you can not be a bit o.c.--you're either o.c or not...rewind, revise...those of us who are o.c. can get sucked in big time.
Which brings me to sucky terms. I am wicked. I get sexual connotations running around my brain every time I hear the word suck. So, my kids aren't allowed to say "That sucked." They say, "That Hoovered." (You know, really good vacuum?) Or "That vigorously inhaled."
What do you like to have sucked most? Incredibly, some people in studies say THEIR BIG TOE. And, of course, I'm sure some men will say that's just a euphemism for another appendage.
I, personally, used to be a wannabe vampire, I guess, because sucking on a guy's neck was a turn on for me. And I like my own nipples attended to. Should I keep that sort of info off the board here? I just like to be honest. Is that a crime?
Do PDA (public displays of affection and/or public discussions of affection) offend you?
Turn you on?
Make you tired?
Make you wanna throw up?
I get all those reactions depending on what is being done or discussed and who is doing it--sometimes that makes a difference.
My "bottom line take" on PDA--more often than not, seeing stuff turns me on. Part of me is a voyeur--which my readers may have noticed because my werewolf series is full of voyeurism. Just trying to feed the needs of other degenerates like me. In theory, it sounds fun to watch. In reality, I wouldn't cross the line and do it. Ya know?
That's what I love about books. You can go places you can't really afford to. You can "do" things, witness stuff, that you wouldn't do in real life.
Which makes me wonder...should we worry about people who read mysteries only? Especially those who only read the mysteries with dead bodies in them? Are they secretly wishing they could pull off a kill? LOL
Are vampire fans half wishing they could become immortal and powerful?
I'm not even gonna disect werewolf fans. ;)
But you can tell me what you think. Be fun. Say what you think, not what you think someone wants to hear.
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I'm not O.C. but I might have a mild form of A.D.D. I tend to get distracted easily, jump from one thing to another. Sometimes my mind is a whirl of thoughts.
lol I have to say that having my big toe, or any toe for that matter, sucked does nothing for me. I love having my nipples sucked, as well as my neck and the back of my knees.
I like how open you are. I don't think telling us what you like sexually is TMI. Then again I'm a perv. *giggles* I'm a voyuer too and have a bit of an exhibitionist in me. I don't know if I'd intentionally go further than PDA but I'd watch for sure.
Maria
I too love having my nipples sucked, especially when its done in a variety of ways, gentle to pulling. I too love having a full body massage, but you didn't ask about that, hehe.
I have this sudden urge to create a fan circle called TNC. The Nip Club. Only those who read this blog would have a clue. ;)
Women who like attention up top, and men who like to give it could all sign up. I could issue TNC cards and maybe we could do small conventions down the road--once a year--called the TNC convention.
They have sex conventions. I know this because there is one in Kansas City where people go and hang out in the jacuzzi. My husband and I were invited last year at CONquest--a science fiction convention in KC.
So, why not a nipple club? LOL I probably won't do it, but the idea makes me grin.
We need more things to laugh about, don't we?
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9:28 PM
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Romantic TimesI'll be at the Romantic Times convention in Daytona during the middle of May. Have you heard of it?
It's a total party--for writers and fans.
Just google: Romantic Times Convention
What is of FUNNEST import, probably, is the fact that they'll have cover models running around in loin cloths and stuff like that. Just seeing them will make me giggle, I think.
It would be great if some of you could come and keep me company. Play fashion police. Mock the men. (Insert: apology to hubby, but you know how I am!)
I'm gonna be a little-fish writer-nobody in a sea of big names and barracudas.
Luckily, fat floats. ;)
I should be able to keep on top of the game.
Just trying to keep it real.
-Carys
P.S. This is a letter to show my insecurities. I know I'm not alone in feeling those. Not that you have to tell all, but what sort of things do you do to get past your insecurities? Or do you get past them at all?
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Carys, isn't that in June? I know its Daytona and much too far for me to go, so I won't be there, but I know someday we'll meet! Have extra fun time for me!
It's in May this year...I'll be there from May 16-22nd.
By CarysWeldonblog, at
9:16 PM
wow its soon this year. You must come back and blog all about it.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Tease 3Johnny felt a little awkward at first. She wasn't the prettiest thing in the world, but she seemed nice. And she was lonely, like he was. He could see it in her eyes.
The motel was a cheap one. He looked around the room while she slipped into the bathroom. He thought about leaving her, just going home.
She came out of the bathroom, then, and smiled at him. "I haven't done this sort of thing before."
He smiled. "We don't have to stay."
"No. I'm glad we came."
Johnny chuckled. "We haven't, yet."
"What? Oh." She laughed. "I guess you're right."
Once more, he thought about calling it off. But, she came toward him and without another word, she reached up and kissed him. He didn't fight her off.
Her lips were persistent. Her arms slipped up around his neck. And he felt himself drawn in. Before long, he was kissing her back properly, and she pulled him to the bed.
They landed on it with a heavy thump, and she started pushing at his shirt--managed to touch the skin above the waistband on his jeans. That was all she wrote.
His hands went under her top, up, and cupped her breasts. He dove--as he forced the thing up under her armpits--into her unrestrained breasts. They weren't big, and she wasn't young. The nipples stood up, though, and he took one into his mouth, and then the other.
She moaned. And she had him hold up while she squirmed out of her pants. She left her panties on. He wasn't quite sure why. But the minute the jeans were kicked free, she reached up, got a hold of his shirt, and dragged him in for another kiss.
He was rock hard by that time. And she humped underneath him with her desire.
Reaching down between them, he undid his pants and let his penis spring free. He only slid his pants down a little ways over his hips.
Part of him was still questioning his being there. Should he go ahead and do it? Or squeeze it off himself and call it good? There were a lot of diseases out there.
Insistent as she was, he landed on her, pressing her back into the bed cover. They hadn't even pulled the spread back. She didn't seem to care.
He'd known she would be like this--somehow--the minute she'd told him her husband didn't understand her. And he'd felt sorry for her, wanted to cheer her up.
Johnny went through the motions of kissing her back, and burying his nose against her breasts while he reconsidered what he was doing.
"Shit," he said. "I don't have a condom."
Blindly, she reached for her purse, which she'd sat on the table beside the bed. She fumbled and pulled one out.
He admitted while she did that, that the feel of his cock against her hot, moist panties was a great tease. He wanted to put it in. Plunge it all the way to the hilt.
Instead of opening the condom she had in her purse, she said, "Hey. Wait."
"What?"
It annoyed him a little--now that he'd decided to go through with it.
She had him lie on his back. She got up on her knees beside him. He assumed she wanted to put it on him herself. And that was kind of cool to him.
Again, he thought, she isn't very pretty. I probably should leave.
But she scooted herself, climbing over his leg, and looked down at his manhood. To his surprise, she grabbed a hold of it, and went down on him.
Well, it didn't take long at all for him to release into her mouth. She swallowed it, too.
Johnny closed his eyes. Now that he was done, he just wanted out of there.
She got up and went to the bathroom. He heard her rinsing her mouth.
He rose off the bed, zipped his pants up, and said, "Hey. I think...if you don't mind...I'm gonna leave."
That brought her to the door between the bedroom and the bath. "You want to take a shower with me?" She smiled. "I'll soap ya down. I know it'll turn you on again."
"Nah." He gestured toward the door. "You don't mind if I go, do you?"
He knew he'd put her on the spot. What could she say? It wasn't like he was up for anything at that point.
"You have your own car, so you're good, right?"
"Yeah." She looked a little confused. "We haven't been here very long."
"I know. I just remembered something I gotta do."
He left, then. Didn't think about it all the way home. When he got inside his own door, it didn't surprise him when his wife asked, "Where have you been? I've been worried about you."
"Worked over."
"I went down there and didn't see your truck."
"I was there," he insisted.
He moved past her. He felt guilty. But, he assuaged his conscience, he hadn't had "sex sex" with the woman.
His wife said, "Call me crazy. I had visions of you cheating on me."
He could've come clean then, but he thought...what she doesn't know won't hurt her. He looked her in the eye. "You think I'd have sex with another woman when I've got you, right here, ready and willing?"
"Maybe."
Insecurity shone in her eyes. He hadn't been making love to her much--because he and the other woman had been talking at work, and he'd been toying with going to a motel for awhile. Of leaving his wife altogether.
But, the experience in the motel had changed something for him. He realized he had his own desperate woman right there. For a brief moment, he thought about the husband of the lady he'd just been with. How would he feel if his wife hooked up in that same way?
He'd be angry.
Johnny reached for his wife, pulled her in to his chest, and asked, "You wouldn't cheat on me, would you?"
"No."
"So, we're good. Right?"
"Yeah," she said. "I guess so."
She pulled back. "I...I...found something in the laundry."
"What?"
"An email address."
Evidence.
He thought about denying it, but then he realized, he'd had the email address before he went to the motel. He hadn't done anything wrong with the email.
"Oh. It belongs to a lady at the job that's having a hard time with her husband. She thinks he's cheating."
"So, why do you have her email?"
"Because she was lonely, and sad, and she gave it to me. I couldn't very well throw it away while she stood right there, could I?"
"You could have gotten rid of it after you left the job...before I saw it."
He smiled at her. She was jealous. It made him feel good. He laughed a little. "Come here."
For the first time, in a long time, he kissed his wife right. And then he took her into the bedroom and laid her down.
She was a lot heavier than the lady he'd taken to the motel. And, unlike the other woman, seemed even more nervous. He spent a lot of time on foreplay. He had to, because even though his mind was willing, his body needed a little time to work up to the event.
"Do you want me to go down on you?"
Her words made him go still.
"No."
"I can, if..."
"No."
Johnny put his nose under her ear. His wife was too good to him sometimes. It sort of rubbed.
He'd never hurt her, but he had a sudden urge to fuck her hard. Maybe in punishment for being so good--so faithful.
Yeah. His cock rose at the thought of that.
"See?" he said. "Can you feel that?" He pushed the head of his penis against her. "I'm ready."
She reached up, put her hands to his cheeks, and made him look at her. "Just tell me you love me. Okay?"
He did. He could honestly say that he did love her.
Johnny didn't say the words though. He entered her, with his cock and tongue, and showed it in an aggressive way. Restaked his claim--and his vows.
When he was done, and he rolled to his back, she snuggled up with her head on her chest. He thought he heard her sniffle.
"What's wrong," he asked.
"I'm just always afraid you'll find someone else."
"I always come home to you, don't I?"
"Yeah."
"Then...stop your worrying."
She sniffed. He patted her, and rubbed his arm over her back and shoulder as she lay there. And he stared up at the ceiling. This was where he needed to be. He knew that.
His wife placed a kiss on his chest, then smoothed her hand over it.
"I love you, Johnny."
"I know." He kissed the top of her head.
That comforted him. Several minutes passed while he thought about the sense of rightness he had when he was with his wife. Why, then, did he go to that damn motel room?
He couldn't explain it. And he swore to himself he'd never admit it. He chalked it up to his own stupidity. But, in his mind, he thought it made his relationship with his wife better. He appreciated her more.
Thinking back to the motel room, and that feeling of being attractive to another woman, that had fed his ego. But, shit, he thought...what will he say to the girl in the morning, when he saw her at work?
His wife propped herself up on his chest and looked at him, then, and said, "I hope you don't mind. I sent the email person a note."
"You did?" His heart stopped beating. "What did you say?"
"Just told her that you were married, had kids, and that I'd appreciate it if she didn't email with you."
"You don't trust me or what?"
"I'm sorry. I feel bad about it. I probably shouldn't have done it. I just...sort of panicked."
This could work for him, in more ways than one. He shrugged. "Doesn't matter, I guess."
"I don't really understand why you kept her email address, if you weren't..."
"I'm hungry. Want to go out and get something?"
She didn't say anything.
"Without the kids. Just you and me."
He hadn't done anything alone with her in awhile.
"Sure, if you want to."
Ten minutes later, they were in the car, heading up town. He passed the motel, glanced--the other car was gone. A stupid, brief, thought crossed his mind. He'd rented it for the night. He could go and get the key back--his wife would never know that he'd been there with someone else.
"Where do you want to eat?" She, too, had her head facing the motel as they went past.
Stupid, stupid idea, he thought, gunning the gas.
"How about steak?"
"Ooh," she laughed, turning to him. "Big occasion."
"You deserve it."
Her eyes beamed. He reached out and grabbed her hand. He squeezed. "You're a good wife, you know that?"
She laughed again. "I try to be."
Johnny pulled up at the steak house, and, surprising himself a little, he ran around and got her car door. He pulled her close, kissed the top of her head again, and said, "I love you. You know that, right?"
She tilted her head back and studied him for a minute. "Yeah," she said. "I know that."
He bought her the biggest steak on the menu. And while they ate, he watched the animation in her face. A handicapped woman went by, and his wife looked sad. An old man winked at her, and she smiled. A kid ran past, out of control, and she laughed out loud when he said, "I'm free! I'm free!"
And, for the first time in a long, long time, he realized...he did love his wife. He loved her with all his heart.
He also thought that she'd literally get a gun and shoot him if she knew he'd cheated. So, he promised himself that he'd never tell her. He'd never hurt her again.
The next morning, he quit his job. And the next night, she cried when she heard. But, he held her tight, made love to her, and promised that things would be all right. And, knowing she needed him to make things right for her...made things better for him. He'd gotten away from temptation. Made love to his wife two nights in a row.
He sighed at the ceiling. Then, he rolled his wife onto her back and started kissing her. Twice in one night. That should prove something to her, shouldn't it?
1 Comments:
I really enjoyed this tease.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
HOOD is released!
6 Comments:
Oh I love this cover!!!! How many more will there be in this series?
I love turquoise and this color is so close to it!
Too will there be more in the vamp series?
I have already written a couple more to the Wanton Werewolf Series, and need to write at least one more--maybe more than that.
You can look forward to Pack Taboo and Pack Attack.
I've already got the title of the one after that The Pack is Coming.
As for the vampire series, I think I'll have to write a third Dark Lord story. It would be cruel to leave fans without knowing why the sprites screwed with the great love, and how the Dark Lord gets that chastity belt off, don't you think?
The big reason that one isn't done yet, is because I'm toying with whether or not I want to do HIS viewpoint again, or swap off to hers.
What do you think?
By CarysWeldonblog, at
9:20 PM
Carys, this vampire series is in my basket now. I have to delete a few, no way could I buy all I put in there, oy, but your Dark Lord books are staying in there!
For me who's writing the point of view, it can be either, but one thing is I don't like when a series isn't finished I know that sometimes with publishers or authors or anything, its decided that there would be no more books, I then always ask the author to at least give us a story on the site of the ending of the series. I really get caught up with the characters so I really want to see an ending you know. SO I do hope you do book three. Just wanted to let you know what I felt about ending series, we do need the ending. hugs
Oh I forgot to ask, I remember you posting above too with the titles you come up with to write the story, so you have to have a title to work with or you feel you can't write the story? I always wondered how that was for some authors.
I like what you picked for the titles for the werewolf series. So which books again will be in print? 1-4 or 5 or 6?
I like to give my works titles from the get-go because A)It makes it easier to find in my document file--which is filled with a hundred unfinished things. B)The title gives me an idea to work off of.
As for the werewolf series going to print--each story is slated for ebook first, then print release later. Some of the ones coming out are longer, and actually full length novels. So, some of those will stand alone in their own print book, probably.
But, the prequel (Chaos) and the next, um, three books (I think) will be in the first anthology of the Wanton Werewolf Series.
By CarysWeldonblog, at
6:50 PM
I think all series should have a finale.
The problem that readers don't necessarily understand about the series that end without a finishing book is--publishing is a fickle business.
For me, I wrote the first Dark Lord book TWO YEARS AGO. The second one last year. I plan to do the third one this year.
When there is a lot of time between the writing of series books, the author gets distracted by other projects and it's hard to get back in the mood to write a certain way.
I don't know if you readers have read enough of my stuff, but, for example, The Dark Lord is very angsty. Those books are filled with beautiful prose--descriptions about the world--emotion is on a different level of intensity than my other works, and there's some serious surreality twisted in there.
My contemporary titles are straight forward. Characters are flip in conversation. (Whole different mood.)
The werewolf books are edgy. More swearing, violence, and the sex is taken up a couple notches to the lines people might not want to cross in real life, but like in a book.
My fairy tale books (Fairy Tale Love and Merry Men and Women-a Robin Hood Spoof) are at opposite ends of the spectrum, too--from everything else AND each other.
I guess what I'm getting at is that I have to be in the right mood to write certain things.
For some authors, who write only, say, contemporary, they might not have to switch modes like I do. And those who only write vampires of a certain type--it's easier to stay in the brain pattern.
I, on the other hand, endeavor to give you a series that is unique. While some of the vampire books I have coming out will have some surreality to them, they won't have the same angst that is specific to The Dark Lord. Each hero/heroine is different. (I hope!)
That said, I want to point something out. My Dark Lord and Fairy Tale Love have 1000 yr curses in them. I didn't realize it until they were already for sale. I had written SIX books between them.
Sometimes things like that happen.
But, I'm trying hard to not let it happen again. I don't want you to pick up one of my stories and then another and throw them at the wall, saying, "They're all alike."
Man, I REALLY hope you never do that.
By CarysWeldonblog, at
7:01 PM
So, hey...
I lied.
Remember yesterday when I told you that I suspected my son of stripping out the shower handle? Not guilty!
When the truth came out, my amazon daughter admitted that it was her.
And my son turned out to be the hero in the situation, finding a wrench...
Never let it be said that I don't admit when I'm wrong. And though my son doesn't read this blog, I hereby publicly apologize for defaming him.
But, he IS stronger than he knows. Takes after his daddy...who is my true hero.
The guy has "packed me" for 25 years now. (And there is a double entendre there).
Carried me. Filled my needs. (Yep, another pun).
Man, when the brain works like that...I need to write or...get something to release the sexual energy. Is that tmi again?
How do you release pent up energy?
When your mind goes wicked, do you dwell on it, and enjoy the moment? Or shut it down as fast as you can? And why would you shut it down? Because you're in an inappropriate place? Or because it gets out of control?
Warning: I may use your motivations as motivations for a character one day. You never know. But, if I do, I'll dedicate the book to you. I won't say...this ones for so and so because she's JUST LIKE my heroine. But, it'll be for you, and you'll know why--because you helped me to understand why women do things they do.
I hope you can see...in my books, I try to make the characters have real insecurities, so you can identify with them. Do you identify with any of my characters?
I think a ton of women will identify with Tee from Chaos. She starts out depressed and suicidal. Is it just me, or don't most women deal with that sort of thing at one time or another?
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Monday, April 17, 2006
Naked and DirtyHere's the way my luck runs...
I stripped down this morning, intent on taking a shower, and what do I find? Somehow my hot water handle in my tub is stripped out...won't come on. It worked fine yesterday. I'm thinking my son (of super human strength) tightened it too hard, but what do I know for sure? Nada!)
So...I'm stripped. I can't get a thingy to work to save my life--and you know it's bad when thingies don't work!
I'm naked and dirty. I can't clean up my act.
So, I'm gonna have to write something seriously sexy this morning--inspired by the bad plumbing...or getting naked...and being dirty.
But, it's not gonna include a plumber's butt crack.
(Just wanted you to know!)
3 Comments:
If your son did strip the faucet, at least he turned it off. My kids always seemed to leave it dripping.
it's an awful thing to have to stay dirty:{, but if it works to inspire writing :}
Annie Owl in GA
By , at
6:19 AM
You may be glad to know...I cleaned up my act!
By CarysWeldonblog, at
6:45 AM
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Hippity, Hoppity Easter's on it's way. . .
3 Comments:
How cute.
I laugh each time I see this one!
I scroll down to look at it every time I log in, too. It is SO funny.
By CarysWeldonblog, at
9:21 PM
I'm a little slow in posting this...please forgive me.
But, some of you have won a free download--
just for participating in this blog, and responding to my
posts and questions.
Cathy
Cathie
Linda Bass
If you haven't received your free book, please email me at carys@carysweldon.com
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Carys, I got THREE IN THEIR CUPS from you! Thank you dearly for it!!! it looks fab!!
Looks like you had a busy week, I did as well, so i'm hoping to do alot of reading this weekend.
You may want to refresh your memory on my previous buddy comments by reading earlier blogs before you go here...
My husband called early last night. Turns out he's been reading my blog while away up there in Alaska. I came in the door from a trip up town, my daughter was already on the phone with him, and the first thing he asked is, "Been up town with Buddy, eh?"
I shot back, "Of course. There's no homework getting done around here."
He chuckled. I did, too. And then there was a silence...you know, while we both pictured being in bed together. Or, I don't know, maybe he was picturing me being in bed with someone else. Whatever. Silent sex on the line. Ever been there?
There's a wistful feeling that rises up inside of you--aside from the lust--and it pushes your inherent loneliness to the fore.
So, I cleared my throat and said, "Actually, I went up town to spend time with a friend."
Just drove thirty miles to pick her up and buy her a soda and a burger, and have some girl time.
With all my writing and editing, and family life, I sometimes forget to take care of something that is very important to me--relationships with friends. It's not that I treat them badly, but sometimes I forget to call, or take the time. But, when I do make them a priority, I feel SO much better for it.
There's a song I heard once, don't know the name to it or who did it, but it asks if we're giving the most to those who matter the least. The first time I heard it, I went home and printed up that as a question and stuck it on the wall near my computer. Every time I got interrupted, and put my kids or husband off...when I'd glance over at them...they'd be staring at my note. Didn't take long for me to rework my priorities.
I live for my family and friends. And that's no lie. I struggle with terrible depression from time to time and sometimes each moment of breathing comes hard.
The important thing is...when I do things with and for my family and friends, the depression stays there, but is manageable. I keep busy so I don't have to think on that level.
And today I'm going to start a new vampire novella. I'm hoping to be a speed writer. Let's see how long it takes me to get it done, shall we?
Now, as you know, today is Easter. That means, time will be taken out for family and church. But, I have a couple of hours that I can write before we go, and before I take Sunday for my kids (and God).
Since you are my friends, I thought you might like to suggest some names for the characters in this new tale. I've decided that it will be about a girl whose boyfriend disappeared three years ealier. She finally gets over the trauma of his abandonment and starts dating. Only, you guessed it, Mr. Missing returns. Now, one of the guys, the new one or the old one, is a vampire...
What shall I call these people? And do you have suggestions for the name of this book?
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I think too we take less time than we should for those we live with--maybe this is a good time to start, definitely for me :-)) your new vampire sounds wonderful--suggestions on names...ummmm--good question-maybe Rafael or Gabriel for him and for her, Lenore or Alana (ignore all that may have been used prior)Titles I'm even worse with ....glenda
By , at
10:47 AM
I have a Rafael and a Gabriel in other books that I've started.
But, ALANA it is.
Still looking for a guy name. Currently, I have plugged in KUNTA but this character isn't black so I don't think that'll work for the long run.
More name suggestions please!
By CarysWeldonblog, at
6:47 AM
Jason
Michael
Justin
Reese
Logan
Thorne
I k now they sound common but too sound like vampire names other that the others listed
What's great about this area here, fans can add names to the list at any time, and I can come back and pick one for my next book(s) as I get ready to write them.
So, keep adding folks!
By CarysWeldonblog, at
9:23 PM
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Update on Mira StarksI sent my Mira Starks manuscript to an agent yesterday, so wish me luck!
2 Comments:
Hope all goes well with your manuscript.
good luck and fingers are crossed :-)) glenda
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10:40 AM
Friday, April 14, 2006
What Lisa DIDYesterday, I posted a tease about a woman named Lisa. Did you read it?
I'm wondering...do you ever do that sort of thing?
I could have put my name on there, and my husband's, because that's how a lot of our middle of the night lovemakings begin. One of us get's restless and reaches out. And doesn't quit until the other wakes up and either says, "Hey, let's do this thang," or "Knock it off, I'm trying to sleep here."
Of course, the knock it off--seems more like a challenge to us. Like, um, oh...really? Well, I'm trying to get laid and it's not going very well because you're a bump on a log! Get with the program, buddy. Or missy, as the case may be.
My husband KEEPS telling me his name isn't buddy. Go figure. He wants to know who this buddy guy is that I keep confusing him with. I say, uh, he's the guy that DOESN'T do his homework--if ya know what I mean. That's why I chew him out!
Yeah. We toss in humor to the mix, too. Honestly, if you can't laugh and love with the one you're with--tell me why you're with 'em.
I think that it's important--to keep a relationship going good--to go on impulses when you want to touch each other. And when you think something is funny. I think those two things, coupled with communicating properly, are what make a relationship work.
But, I could be wrong. What do you think?
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Thursday, April 13, 2006
Tease 2Lisa awoke with a restless urge to make love. Her husband's back was to her, though, and he'd been dog tired when they'd hit the sack.
She let the desires come and go, while picturing sex in a hundred different ways. But, it didn't help her situation. The more she let her mind run wild, the stronger the need became.
Finally, she rolled toward her husband and let her fingers slide over him. First, she simply touched his back in a light tickle. The gliding caress went all over, circled back, and loop-de-looped for the space of several minutes.
He didn't move.
She scooted closer, leaned in and kissed his shoulder, then let her hand slide down and over his buttocks. There, she spread her fingers wide and let them rest.
Sighing, "God, I love you," she planted another kiss, and then two or three more.
Her fingers slid down lower and cupped the cheek of his ass and squeezed. She also let her breasts rub against his back. The nipples stood erect, and teased her in the tender touch she allowed herself.
It wasn't enough, though. She had to scoot closer still, until her boobs were flattened against his back. And she let her hand ride back up over his hip, and forward.
Closer still, until she could reach his manhood, which was erect. She smiled to herself and put her cheek to his shoulder, thinking aloud, "Maybe I can sleep like this."
"Maybe you can," he said, surprising her, "But I'm never gonna get back to sleep like this."
She perked up her head. "You're awake?"
Over his shoulder, he said, "Yeah. You've been teasing me for an hour now."
Lisa went to release her hold but his hand came over hers quickly, and he said, "I liked it."
She chuckled, "Wait til you see what I do next."
1 Comments:
I love it! Nice tease ending it that way, LOL
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
QuestionCan you tell me the opening line of the best book you ever read?
1 Comments:
Hi Carys!!! I loved Pride and Prejudice but its been forever since I read it again but I did find the first line thats popular because of the culture and all during that time:
""It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife "
How about Linda Howard and MacKenzie's Mountain- "He wanted a woman. Bad."
And of course from LEADER OF THE PACK "I thought Leer was sexy as hell-the first minute I laid eyes on him" I wanted to know all about Leer after reading that!
I'm not good remembering first lines at all, but it was fun looking up some! I wished I could go and go through my keepers books, but can't put weight on one foot today (long story, lol) so I'm here reading and had to stop by!
Cathie
Woohoo! I finished my Mira Starks book last night.
Now, if I can just get it under contract somewhere...
For excerpts on Mira Stark's story, look in past blog posts. That hasn't been sold yet, so wish me luck. Once it goes under contract, you'll see excerpts of it on my website.
It's a vampire story about a girl named Mira Starks who works as a clerk at a gas station, with a lecherous boss. She meets Rick DiBiase, a vampire--who works for God. (Yeah, there's a twist you haven't seen before, I'll bet.)
Rick challenges all she believes, and all she thought she wanted in a man. It's a story about getting God's help--while you're wickedly enjoying the teases of a sexy archangel vampire/hero, and thinking maybe...to hell with everything you ever thought you knew. It's also a story about figuring out what a man needs from you, and how to get some damn revenge on a creep that paws you (that would be the boss, who, by the way, is a demonic werewolf).
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Carys, I must of missed on about Mira Starks book, can you give me a link to your site on this one?
Any time you want to zip over to my website, click the link under my picture--there on the left side of this page.
The address is:
http://www.carysweldon.com/
For more info on Mira's story, just surf the blog posts. I've put out excerpts in a few of them.
By CarysWeldonblog, at
9:58 AM
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Tease 1Angela's alarm went off and true to form, her boyfriend, Greg, never even rolled over or groaned.
She got up, and padded to the bathroom, pulling the long t-shirt she slept in over her head as she went. Without a thought, she dropped it to the floor.
Her breasts were tender, so she touched them, grasped one in each hand and squeezed.
"Mm."
She looked down at them, wishing they were perfect headlights all the time--not just when she had them in hand. Or when Greg cupped them.
Sighing, Angela let go and turned on the shower, then stepped in. Greg had been acting funny lately: not talking much, not touching her half as much as she wanted. And he'd been staying out late. She hated the insecure feeling all that gave her. Was he cheating on her? Thinking of leaving?
She felt a little sick. She'd been wanting to take it to the next level. And, indeed, their lovemaking had. But how to tell him that she was pregnant, and that was what prompted her need to nest, to make things permanent?
Groaning over her own stupidity--for not using more than one form of birth control--she leaned her head against the wall of the shower and let the vibrating pulse of the water help her soothe her tension. What was she going to do?
He took her by surprise. The curtain came open in one fluid motion and Greg smiled, "Mind if I join you?"
Angela quickly put her fingers to her eyes. Yes, tears had come. She hoped he wouldn't notice. "Sure. Mi shower is your shower."
Greg crowded her right off. He reached around her and readjusted the shower head. She felt pushed into the corner where all she got was splash off his chest. But, she didn't say anything. She just watched him.
He reached out, got some liquid soap and scrubbed up his chest, watching her the whole time. "You should've slapped me on the ass or something, told me you were coming in here."
"The alarm went off. I figured, if you weren't up by the time I was out, I'd do that."
Without warning, he reached out and pulled her up into his soapy embrace, "Is that what you figured?"
Here's a surprise. He'd brushed his teeth. She could smell the mint. Had she been that out of it in her little moment of depression? Had he come into the bathroom and...oh, what did it matter?
She stuttered, "Yeah. I think about smacking your butt all the time. I thought you knew."
He laughed and asked, "Did you think about this?"
Greg pushed her up against the wall and kissed her...deep, wet and probing with his tongue. He had her breathless in seconds. And she noticed right off that he had an erection pressed into her belly. She liked the fact that he was almost always ready to go like that.
He scooped and lifted her--and she gloried a little in his upper body strength. The guy really had some things going on. And she loved being with him.
What would she do when he dumped her? The stupid, niggling doubt crept into her brain. She hated the thought and kissed him all the harder.
Greg pulled up and said, "Hey," putting a hand to her cheek, and a thumb under her chin. He made her look him in the eye. There was a soul searching for a minute and then he smiled--one of those concerned things that made her feel awfully self-conscious.
"You're beautiful, you know that?"
It surprised her. He told her that pretty often but most of the time she felt like it was just lip service, something to make her happy. But there in the shower it felt honest.
"You are too," she said, meaning it.
He was. In every way pretty much.
They would have a beautiful baby together.
She cursed the thought as it blipped through her brain. He'd hate her if he knew. Wouldn't he? Would he leave her? Or worse, stick around only for the baby's sake? Would he feel trapped? Already, she felt like she'd trapped herself.
Greg lifted his face to the shower spray and she thought...he is so handsome.
"God," he said. "We gotta talk."
There it was. He must've sensed something, she thought, and is gonna get out while the getting's good. Lay it out while we're all naked. She decided right there that she wouldn't tell him, not if he was breaking up with her. She'd let him move out and then give him the news. He could be part of the baby's life if he wanted, but not obligated to her. Or to the kid.
He put his nose to her cheek and said, "Angela, life is hard. Relationships take a lot of work."
Here it comes, she thought. Does he think I don't know all this?
His lips found her jawline, pressed once. "I don't know how to go about doing this."
"Just say it," she sighed.
His fingers slid down her arms and took her wrists. Something scratched her palm. Did he have a hangnail? She looked down. On his pinky finger was a ring. A girly ring. An engagement ring.
He didn't move. His lips were at her ear. He said, "Marry me. Be naked with me forever."
"What?" She couldn't think. She couldn't breathe. Was he...really proposing?
"It doesn't get any more vulnerable than this, Ang. I'm naked, got an erection for you, and begging you to marry me."
She closed her eyes. Was she dreaming? Should she tell him now, about the mistake, er, baby?
No. She needed to savor the moment. She turned her mouth toward his and kissed him, open like, plunging her tongue. It was a hungry thing. And he made love to her in the shower with a desperation. They didn't talk.
But when it was over, and he was still inside her, holding her--her legs wrapped around his body, her arms around his neck, he said, "Let me hold you until we both die."
She sort of laughed at that. "I think I just did." And went to heaven. "I wasn't expecting a proposal."
"Look. I know things have been...stiff between us lately, and I don't know what I did wrong. I only know I want to be with you forever. I want you to have my kids. I want to grow old with you, and die with you in my arms."
She didn't know what to say. She stared at him, not believing her ears.
"Tell me what you're thinking."
"I'm thinking I'm surprised. " Honestly, she blurted, "When you didn't come home on time--a lot lately...."
"I was out looking for the ring."
"Oh."
He lifted her hand and rolled his pinky--with the ring--over hers so she could see it. "Do you like it?"
It wasn't the biggest diamond on the planet, but it was beautiful to her.
"Yeah."
"I thought about buying you the most expensive one in the store, but we'd be in hock until our kids had kids. This one...it's simple, like the way I feel about you. Honest. A good rock." He grinned. "And that's what I wanna build our relationship on. A hard rock foundation. Trust--"
She made a face. She hadn't been trusting him much lately.
"Honesty. No secrets between us, ever."
Angela winced again. He'd probably count the baby secret as a breach of that. Wouldn't he?
"What's wrong?"
"Um. Nothing."
The water began to run colder and she hadn't even washed her hair, or anything. He backed up, rinsed the soap off his chest and sudsed up real quick. She, too, washed her hair fast. He stepped out. She rinsed in ice water. But when she got out, he was there, holding a towel out for her.
Angela hesitated. "What's this?"
"Service with a smile." The ring glinted--still on his pinky finger.
"Oh. Okay," she said. And he toweled her down, patting her breasts first. It was a generic treatment...until he dropped to a knee and gave attention to the juncture between her thighs...then kissed her there.
"Hey," she said, unable to stop the giggle that rose up her throat.
"Just paying homage to the golden box."
"Yeah, right."
"I'm serious. That's where I put the best piece of equipment I have."
"So, it sounds like a garage now."
"The product of the family jewels goes in there."
"Right."
He was nuts, she thought.
Greg put his arms around her, hugged her, resting his cheek to her belly and asked, "Will you marry me and have my baby?"
"Whoa. You're getting ahead of yourself, aren't you?"
He looked up, held the ring out and asked again, "Will you marry me, Angela?"
"You're serious?"
"Yeah," he said. "Damn serious."
"You want kids?"
"Yeah."
"You never said that before. I didn't think you wanted them."
"You never brought them up. Figured it was about time. I want you to know, I'm looking for the whole picture." He frowned. "My knee's giving out. Why are you stalling? Is the prospect of living with me, and having my kids that bad or what?"
"No, it's just--"
He let go, got up, took her hand and placed the ring in her palm. "Angela, I have no doubts who I want to grow old with. You think about it and get back to me."
He left her standing in the bathroom. And she watched his sexy backside leave without a word.
He disappeared around the corner and she looked down at the ring. How could she say yes, and then admit she'd known she was pregnant for two weeks? Palming the ring, she wrapped a towel around her, and tucked the corner then went after him.
A fast dresser, he already had clothes on for the day and was sitting on the bed, getting ready to pull socks on. He glanced up. "If you're going to say no, could you wait until later? I'd rather live a day with hope than know it's screwed up front."
She went and sat on the bed beside him. "Do you honestly think I'd say no?"
He shrugged. "You've been...odd lately."
"Is that why you're doing this?" He turned to her, took her hands in his and said, "Angela, what do I have to do to get through to you? I love you. I want to make you happy."
She blurted, "I'm pregnant."
"And...what? It's not mine?"
She let out a half laugh. "No."
"It's not? Wow. I wasn't expecting that."
"No. I mean, it is yours. I just didn't want you to feel trapped."
"I feel trapped right now," he admitted. "Because I can't breathe and you won't give me a straight answer." "Greg, I love you. I just don't want--" "Good sex? A man who loves you with all his heart? His kids? What?"
"I feel bad that I didn't tell you."
"Why didn't you tell me?" He frowned again. "Wait. Did you say you're pregnant?"
"Yeah."
He put a hand up by his temple and said, "Because it took a little time for that to sink in." He pulled her into his arms and said, "Angela, you love me, you're having my baby--get over yourself. Say yes."
"You're being pushy."
"You're being stubborn."
He pushed her back onto the bed and peeled her towel--though she fought it. "I guess I'll have to work on convincing you."
"Wait!! You have to go to work!"
"Fuck work."
"And me too," she giggled, as he dove at her breasts.
n seconds, he had the laved both nipples and slid lower, kissing a trail all the way down. That's about the time she realized she had the ring pressed into her palm. She held it up and put it on, then admired it.
From between her legs, he looked up and asked, "What's it take to get you to say yes?"
"Oh, you're into persuasion methods now?" She waggled the ring hand at him, "Just keep up what you're doing. I'll tell you when you hit the yes button."
He laughed, "Honey, if I can't tell when I hit the yes button, we're both fucked."
And then he proceeded to look for it...with his tongue.
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I've looked at other blogs and see that some are very boring--to me, at least. Some do nothing but list what the blogger is doing for the day. Like, an online posting of a life agenda. Some just ramble. Others only advertise.
I don't want to bore anyone. I can't help but ramble sometimes. I do it when I write. I do it when I talk. I do it when I think.
But, I want to make this blog of interest to all. So, please tell me what sort of things you would like to see as topics here. Are you interested in the life of a writer, and how many hours I spend in front of a keyboard?
Or, are you interested in my personal life, my friends, my family, growing up and how I got to be the way I am? Or is that tmi (too much information)?
Would you like to read/talk about sexual issues, or romance?
Are tough issues like abuse, neglect, or crime a taboo? My husband said he thought that I might have stepped off the deep end when I posted about abuse the other day.
Do you prefer to get on here and snatch a piece of short fictional tease? I mean, I can write a paragraph or two a day that'll turn ya on--if that's what you're looking for. I think my husband enjoys that concept. So, I'll post that today for him.
Give me some feedback, if you would.
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Carys, my blog I did once and didn't go back yet! LOL. But I will. I just want to talk about the books I read. Cuz sometimes I'll post about them and no one replies so I thought i'd have a place to keep all what I felt about what I read. I just got to learn how to do another post at my blog. I thought I did but I tried and will again later.
For yours, I keep coming back to chat here! Oh I think there will always be a controversial issue with one but not another, and people have the choice to reply to them or not. I love coming becuase you have such a vairety, excerpts, what you're working on, romance, your family and friends, and you say TMI but I think they are great in making me think further into myself about that subject or similar. I've had times, I did it with you, smile, that I went on and explained my health and all and you might be on the other side rolling your eyes or you might be one who says I so understand, I went through so and so and its great to talk to someone. So for me, some issues i'll get right into on this blog, if it was one I didn't know much about or no opinion, i'll leave it for others to reply. I obviously love to chat books, smile.
Hi, Caffey--and all.
Rest assured, I'm not over here rolling my eyes at you, or the things you write. Maybe over some of the things I've written. LOL
Certainly over some of the things I've done--or my husband's done.
(I know he reads my blog daily--so I like to poke at him. It's the only poking we're getting while he's out of state.)
Better be the only poking he's getting, period.
I'd hate to have to do my last blog on how I shot my husband.
By CarysWeldonblog, at
10:01 AM
ROFL Carys!!! You made the best on using the poke! I'm still laughing and bet he's smiling over those miles.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Restless nightsI'm tired. How about you?
I put my husband on a plane to Alaska yesterday morning. We got up at 4 a.m. and drove to Kansas City. That's a 3-4 hour drive each way. Then I drove over to another town that's 45 minutes each way to do some banking. That made for a very long day.
I couldn't go to sleep until I heard that he was into his hotel, safe from flying. That was after 11 p.m. my time. Have you ever laid on your bed with the phone in hand, worrying, wondering if someone you loved is safe? Missing them already, although it had only been a few hours since you last saw him? (Or her?)
It sure seems like we spend too many lonely hours in a lifetime.
Worn out, I passed out with the phone in my hand, waking up every fifteen minutes to call the hotel--feeling stupid by the time I was on a first name basis with the hotel clerk. Ever get up to Juneau, Alaska, and see Stephanie behind the desk of the Travelodge--that's my friend.
You'd think, after hearing HIS voice, and knowing he was all right, I'd sleep well. And I did at first. But by 4 a.m. I was awake, tossing and turning. (I'd gotten up three times in the interim between 11-4--went to the bathroom, thought the cell phone was ringing, stuff like that.)
Where, oh where are the sweet, sexy dreams when you want one?
Still tired, but unable to sleep, I got up, checked my email and here I am. I have a serious plan to write this week--this month--and finish up a few projects. Mainly, my Mira Starks story needs an ending. It's so close to finishing that it isn't funny. It makes me wonder...why didn't I cap that off when I was working on it?
Here's a peek into the psyche of a writer...sometimes you have to hold up on something and let it sit for awhile so you can meditate on how to pull it all together.
Sometimes stories play out fast when I type. Portions of Mira's story did. The first couple scenes where her boss sexually harasses her, copping feels, insulting her. The beginning of this story bothers me immensely because I think it happens all too often.
And members of a writer's workshop I go to had me worried over it more. The women were all "with the story" but some of the men thought that Mira came on to her boss by being sassy (mouthing back to her boss when he was crude to her). So, I rewrote the beginning. It horrifies me to think that there are men on this planet that think a woman likes to be mauled by a creepy boss.
Anyhow, Mira's got a lot of regular problems up front. Besides sexual harrassment at work, she doesn't have much money, or friends or family around--and she's lonely. She has a lot of sleepless nights.
Enter Rick, an archangel vampire. That's right. I said archangel. Dark, sexy, and working on the good side.
But most importantly, he comes to her in her dreams and...well...suffice it to say that she's more restless with a dream lover than she ever was before.
This guy is fantastic, though, because he asks her what she wants. He's trying to please her and ends up teasing her a lot.
Doesn't that sound fun?
You see, Mira meets Rick and goes home and dreams about him. Have you ever done that? Met someone and dreamed about them, or fantasized about them later?
And then ran into them again--and got embarrassed? Or let the smoldering thoughts fan into a bigger fire the next time you lay eyes on them?
To tell you the truth, I do that sometimes with my husband. I think about things we've done, or things I want to do when we get alone next time. I blush a lot...but it doesn't stop me from thinking wicked thoughts.
Do you think that's normal or not?
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First Carys, I remember about Mira now so no need to refer to me about that! I just have a bad time with details so I couldn't connect names. Super that its done. Is it one that too is a sensual story, or is it more like a mainstream woman's fiction book. It makes a difference I think where to submit it.
My husband works all odd hours and should finish at 5 but it can be til 9 at night til he comes home. I can be watching the lap top to see if he instant messages me but nothing...he says he gets to busy and I know he does, but inside too I used to think, couldn't he just say he was working late, then too, I thought I was being silly cuz this happens so much that its where he is. So I can feel more comfort now. I know thats different than going away for a business and wanting to make sure your husband gets there, cuz thats a one time event. Just shows how much you love and care and don't want to be apart from each other. I think too it would be the same answer to your dreams, it gives you the opportunity to put your feelings into dreams til he gets home. I think its so normal. I think its beautiful love you have.
I feel that way about my hubby too. See now i'm TMI, smile. When I was in the hospital, my husband said he had a horrible time sleeping by himself, he knew the feeling I wasn't there.
Usually I do alot of reading, when he's working late or online, so I can find those productive things to do cuz then time goes by quicker!
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Bad luckTwo flat tires in one day--on separate vehicles. Am I the only one that's cursed like this?
I had 18 flat tires (all bought brand new) in one year on one vehicle.
I've had a new tire put on, drove ten miles and had a flat on the same corner of the car--on the brand new tire...in a pouring rain storm.
I only mention this because...if you're having struggles, I guarantee you, you're not alone.
*hugs from Carys*
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Yikes! I only had two flats in the whole time I ever drove! Once, scary, a tire blew on the left lane so I just slid without control to the right til I ended in the banks. I was fine but gee!
Then once I drove over the curb parking that did a mess to a tire.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Naked menI dreamed of a naked man in my bed.
Wait. He WAS there. And I love the skin on skin touching that comes in rolling over, and extending a hand, a leg, or even my toes in his direction.
But I also dreamed of making love. The sort of virginal, missionary position loving that is butterfly touch soft, where tender words are exchanged, where it's all good and when it's done, you end up with your head on his chest, his arm around you, and fall asleep satiated physically and emotionally.
Sigh. There's a sweet, sweet dream. Eh?
What did you dream about?
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Thats a beautiful sensual dream. I love the ocean. I'd love being on a boat, nothing but my hubby (lover) with me that everything is serene, quiet, peaceful, loving, touching, holding...those things we miss doing with life always being so in a hurry.
By the way, ignore the question I asked about the print anthology, it is the WW books!! Super.
My list now has to get your Dark Lord books!
But this is great hearing about the WW in print! Maybe others will follow suite too! I hope!! Its going to be a treasure having yours in print.
That thrills me to hear you say that!
I hope all my readers will want print copies.
By CarysWeldonblog, at
5:38 AM
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Carys not CaryJust a note...
It is Carys with the s, not Cary.
That's needed clarified for more than one person,
so I thought this was a good place to post it.
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Carys, I probalby am one who does that often! Some habits are hard to break! So I'll be watching, but know if I do, let me know, so I can change my habit!
I'm not sweating it. I just wanted to make it clear in case people were wondering.
By CarysWeldonblog, at
5:36 AM
Here's an excerpt from HOOD, which is the next book in the Wanton Werewolf Series. It's told from the point of Giselle Racini, who is introduced in Jack: In the Pack. To set it up, Giselle was bitten one night after leaving this professor's house (Brett Burkett). She found out later that Hood had been there, watching her in bed with the guy. So, now she's an unnatural werewolf, and can only shapeshift on the full moon. HOOD, on the other hand, can shift any time.
I think you'll like this little tease:
I reached up to him, and he met me halfway, kissing me. Like it always was, he put a lot into it. You could never leave his embrace without feeling like he’d given you half his attention.
But his intensity changed pretty quick, and that made me frown up at the ceiling. I mean, when his lips left mine and danced a skip over my cheek and jaw, down my throat, it felt too—calculated? Controlled? Before long, he scooted his attentions lower, and pushed my blouse aside. Tender flicks of his tongue ministered to my breasts and nipples and I wondered…what was he doing?
Usually, Hood devoured me. Made me feel like he couldn’t get enough, fast enough. So, this change bothered me immensely. It was the flipside to the coin I craved. When he slid even lower and dropped his cheek to my breast, and went still, it hit me.
Déjà vu to my last time with Brett Burkett.
I couldn’t move. Especially when he finally asked, “What do you want, Giselle? A pretty little house in a quiet town where people don’t know about the big bad wolves at the door?”
What could I say?
I wanted to push him off of me, and crawl away—scramble for a place to lick my wounds, and my pride. A place where he couldn’t watch, and see what he was doing to me. Worse—I didn’t want that—fantasy of Brett’s.
Sure, I pondered it from time to time, wondered what it would have been like if I hadn’t left his house that night. But I know, now, that Hood was there, already. That there had never been a choice for me.
He let me think about his words for several minutes before he lifted his head and said, “The wolves aren’t outside the door, Giselle.”
I knew that. They were inside. In my heart. In my head. Like he’d been inside Brett’s house that night, watching us. Always watching, waiting.
Twisting my lips in the semblance of a smile, I said, “Life’s a bitch, isn’t it?”
Now you know who coined that phrase. (Garou.)
His return smile had a hint of sadness in it, but he agreed. “Yeah.” He dropped a kiss on my chin and asked, “You mind if I continue what I started?”
That dragged another little harrumph of a chuckle from me. In my head, I thought What?
Trying to piss me off? But out loud, I said, “Do your best. Who am I to stop you? It’s not like it’s a full moon, is it?”
Hood thought that was funny. Ducking his head, he said, “No, it’s not.” Then I got the full, honest, treatment I was used to...
Yep, it goes on.
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Reading this makes me realize how much I miss the eXtasy books! I only have up to PACK CITY, so i'm missing the third, and other books I wanna buy! So hopefully it will open soon.
Too this excerpt got me more of a feel of Giselle and her personality and loved the flow reading this! Thanks for posting it.
Cathie
If you won or answered anything (and haven't received a prize) while the blog was glitching, please email me at: carys@carysweldon.com
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Wednesday, April 05, 2006
For ladies only, I know you are busy...So I am sending you some help!
I was feeling a little guilty, knowing how busy you are lately. Knowing all of the chores you have to get done, work, work, work all the time. So since I do have the extra "Help", I've decided to Lend you a Few Helping Hands .
So Here They are;
Someone to Clean the Back Yard
Straighten Up The Gardens
Sanitize The Pool
Pick Up A Few Things In Town
Rotate Your Tires
Change The Sheets
And last but certainly not least, Scrub the Shower
I hope this helps ease some of your work load.
Heck , what are friends for!
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Ooh, I'm reserving the backyard and shower stall helper!
It seems silly to have the guy on the motorcycle go pick things up--when he could hang out and pick us up, don't you think?
With love, do you need anything else?
By CarysWeldonblog, at
6:25 AM
Oh it was never too late to get this help, smiling.
Yeah the guy on the motorcycle can come and visit with me, grinning.
Plus the guy on the fence, with spring here, I could use help cleaning the yards, oh send em all over here, LOL
Most of us know other women who are abused. Maybe we don't want to admit to it at first, because we hope it's not happening. Or we hope it'll stop.
I had a friend that mentioned to me one day that her husband didn't want the hamburgers she had been fixing for dinner. (The night before). So, after asking him several times, she fed herself and the kids--not making extra for him because he pushed into the kitchen and put a can of tomato soup on to boil. She said he came home from work in a mood.
Anyhow, it annoyed him when one of the kids said, "This hamburger is really good, mom."
So, he started in on her about how rude it was that she didn't make some for him. Not wanting to fight, she said, "Do you want me to make you some hamburgers?"
By that time, she'd actually washed the skillet already because he was a neat freak and she didn't want to make him mad that way. Both of them looked at the skillet in the drainer.
He said, "No." But then he picked up the saucepan with soup in it and slung it across the kitchen walls. "You can clean that up, though. I'm going out."
And he stomped out. She spent hours scrubbing the walls down, trying to find all the soup drips...because you know that stuff will stink if you don't get it all, and turn moldy.
The next day, I was over at her house, and went into the kitchen to get a glass of water and asked, "Uh, hey...what's this on the wall in here?" I thought I would make a joke. "It almost looks like blood. You're not killing things in here when I'm not around, are you?"
I added, "I haven't seen Jim in a few days. You didn't do away with him, did you?"
By then, she'd come to see what spot she'd missed, and my last comment had her breaking down in tears, confiding in what he'd done and how he'd stayed out most of the night--then come in and not touched her--but she'd lain on her bed smelling perfume over the odor of beer all over him.
What to do when a friend opens up? At that point, we were not huggers. We were awkward, leaning against the kitchen counters, opposite one another and I was hugging my glass to my chest, appalled.
Counseling was out of the question. He wouldn't go. And he didn't go to church, so there was no way to get some nice clergyman to chat with him.
I'm sure I didn't handle it as well as some would have. I said, "Well, I hate tomato soup, but I wouldn't have thrown it around. And I thought I had an attitude about it."
She laughed, and said, "You're good for me." And we went and sat down and changed the subject.
That was one day. Only a few days later, she got the rock to the ankle. Limped around for a couple weeks over that one. He, apparently, was showing her how he could skip rocks over the driveway. But, he'd told her to look, showed her how he could aim it, just so--then nailed her in the foot. Thought it was funny as hell when she started hopping around. She chalked that one up to an accident. (yeah. right.)
It was the bb in the middle of her back that made me wake up to the fact that she was really being abused. Oh, most of his stuff was covert. He was one of those "Can't find a nicer guy" to your face people.
He was a hunter, and one day, she turned her back to him in the yard while he had his bb gun out, and he shot from the hip. Popped her dead center of her back--said it was an accident--laughed the whole time. Yeah. So, you can see his anger at her--for whatever reason--was escalating. Since he had a wide range gun collection, that was scary. What if he got a mood when one of those were in his hand?
A week later, he had a .44 out and started carrying that in his truck. Leaving it on the coffee table when he came in at night. Loaded. Yeah, she got scared about that, but how to talk to him about it when he seemed like he was waiting for just that?
I told my husband. Next time we saw the other guy, a discussion "came up" about how uncool it was to have loaded guns down low when little kids were in the room. My friend said the gun got taken out to the truck--thank God.
And it wasn't that she was squeamish about guns. She liked to shoot. It was the way he was putting it there, after the bb to the back thing, that scared her.
One time, he called looking for her. I answered, and he was sweet. I liked him--I didn't want to believe badly of him anyway, and he wasn't giving me visual on any bad behaviors. It was all her word against--nothing. But, I handed the phone over to her and her face went from smiling to horrified in seconds. So, I picked up the second receiver--and sure enough, mister doesn't melt in your mouth was laying on the ugly talk.
Jekyll and Hyde. I was sick. I felt like the worst friend. It wasn't that I thought she was lying, but I hadn't really believed her, if you know what I mean. But, I think, what if I hadn't witnessed the phone call? What if I hadn't started putting all the two and two and two's together? And found out more about abuse and how to help a friend going through it?
And I'm not taking credit for anything here. She managed to get away from him before it got too much worse. All I did was my best to be supportive, and offer her a place, and options. She didn't take me up on any of them. She cheated on him. Said it was the one bridge she didn't think he would forgive her for crossing. And then she moved out and gave him word by phone--while she was in hiding.
I think about that quite often. Mostly, how I ignored the signs because I didn't really want to face the truth. I vowed that I wouldn't ignore the signs again. And I've since noticed that most of the women I know who were abused do cheat to get out.
I'm not making any judgments here. Personally, I'd prefer it if the world were rosy and no one had to deal with abuse, or a cheating significant other. But that happens in life.
I'm fascinated by one thing...what is the impetus--the thing that makes a woman finally get out?
I have one friend that said it was the threat of him hurting her kids, too, that made her move out.
Frankly, I wonder why more beds aren't burnt when the drunken abusive men are passed out. But that's me. What do you think?
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You did what you could and I'm glad your friend extricated herself from the situation.
Carys, its up to them to make the move to get out of there. You can't say what if I did this sooner, etc. Its always a sad situation hearing about these stories and I hope they keep putting out shows and all that let woman (and men too) know there's a way out. You posting this yourself, put some awareness out.
i love the naked men
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8:54 AM
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
CryingSome days I cry more than others. Sometimes I know why, and sometimes I don't, or I chalk it up to "time of the month" or something.
On those days, I always think "They should invent a pill that makes crying go away." And then I think, "Oh, wait. They do. Prozac, paxil, valium."
Took prozac for a month, but it ate my short term memory--big time. Although, I didn't care at the time. Took me ages to get back what I lost with that. Paxil seemed to help...and ya gotta love Valium.
But I don't take those, at the moment. So, I am a crybaby some days.
I have friends who don't understand why I would cry. They say, "You have a great husband, good kids. He has a job. You have all your books, and writing awards, and you're doing so well. What do you have to cry for?"
Well, I'm here to tell you...everybody cries. Some people do it in the dark. Some do it in the bathroom. Some do it inside. And we all have legitimate reasons. i.e. we feel like crying because, inside us somewhere, we have something to cry about.
That may sound redundant, but think about it. No one should feel worse because they cried over something, but we often do feel worse, maybe embarrassed. Or sad that we've let it out--like it's a big demon or something. Or because we didn't really want others to know we're messed up inside over something. Especially if the something is small, or you can't even put a finger on it.
I hate the double standard that it's okay for women to cry but not for men. Or that a guy has to be gay to cry. But then, I like my husband being a tough guy. It gives me a place to turn when I can't be tough any more. And when he cries, I feel so...helpless, but needed. It's a twisty thing, the way emotions are drawn from us. Not that he's cried to me lately, or anything.
Well, wait. Sometimes he gets on the phone when he's out of town, working, and cries about how he hates that. Okay, he doesn't cry exactly, but you know what I mean.
Which brings me to whining. And makes me think...I should write a werewolf story. When those bitches whine, nobody says, "Hey, could you take it elsewhere?"
Nope. The men line up. They say, "What can we do for you?"
Ya gotta love those weremen. Don't ya?
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I agree with you about how unfair it is that guys don't feel they can cry. We all need to cry once in awhile when everything starts to jus get to us. As for those weremen, we all love the sensitive ones. :-)
By , at
7:31 AM
I think that I should join the BBW Club also! I have been married 31 years with three sons in their 20s-but I'm divorcing the abusive .....ahem.....
By , at
5:16 PM
Abuse is a hard thing to live with, but many (most?) people live with it, in one form or another, all the time.
I'm sorry that you had to Marcy.
You're obviously a survivor, with a strong will to get past the bad moments. I admire that.
Sometimes surviving the moment is all we can focus on. But looking ahead, keeping hope, that keeps us going.
*hugs*
Carys
By CarysWeldonblog, at
5:35 AM
I've heard it said that if men had to give birth, the human race would've dwindled instead of proliferated.
How many of them would have repeated childbirth after the first one? I mean, really, popping a bowling ball sized head out of...well, you know.
I showed one of my daughters a Lamaze book once when she was seven, with a baby's head crowning. She still swears she's not having kids. That's the one that is getting married.
I'm a big believer in CHOICE being conception or contraception.
By CarysWeldonblog, at
5:49 AM
I have some days of crying too, some know about my health and what I'm going through, so sometimes its like its expected i'd be sad. But I can tell you that it is the hardest thing, the fear, the unknown, and feeling no hope sometimes, those are days I lose it and cry so much that its the only way for me to get it out. So when I have those days I let them go and cry, becuase my hubby will hold me through it, and sometimes he cries with me, but most of the time he's my rock. Then we have those good days that I love to feel the joy and hope that there is many more like them.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Help meYesterday, I got up at 6 a.m. and stayed at the keyboard until almost 2 a.m. but I wasn't writing a fun story. I was editing one. And that's the hard work part of writing, let me tell ya.
Luckily, I have a great editor helping me fix things. She spots everything--I think.
In and out of that, I went back and forth with my promo girl and she thinks I need to get a slogan. Now, my name, Carys Weldon, actually translates to caresses well done which turns out pretty cool considering the genre I write. But she thinks I need something else.
I'm looking for help on this one--and I'm in no hurry. Post ideas as often as you like. I kind've like Get Wet with Weldon. I liked Wet and Wild better, but she thinks there may be copyright issues on that. Anybody know the truth on that?
These slogans may be used for banners, or on my website or other advertising. But, if you post a slogan I use, I'll probably drop you some little prize. Who knows?
And, even if you can't think up a slogan--but you have thoughts on the ones others post, please, drop your comments on here.
Thanks!
-Carys
4 Comments:
How about Weldon's Wanton Writings or Wildly Wanton With Weldon
By , at
8:23 AM
How about:
Wickedly Weldon
Wicked Words with Weldon
Wild and Weldon
Cunningly Cary
I'll try to think of more, but that's all I've got for now. Good luck with your slogan!
Sorry, I left out the s on the last one. It should be Cunningly Carys.
What do you think of...
COME with Carys...
And then I can change the where to that would come after that part depending on what book is set where.
Do you like that?
Still looking for ideas. Throw 'em at me.
By CarysWeldonblog, at
5:52 AM
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Finishing thingsToday, I finished going through the galley of my first werewolf print anthology. And I'm back to working on final edits of another book, so I can't take much time here. It's under a deadline.
But, I don't want you disappointed. So, what can I entertain you with?
Oh. Wait. Here's the intro on a story I've started. Tell me if it sounds good enough to complete?
COVER MODEL CONFESSIONS
INTRODUCTION
My name’s Derek. I pose for cover art. You may have seen my picture on the front of a few erotic romances. I’m 6’4,” weigh 235, give or take, and I work out a lot. I take pride in my body.
Because of the work I do, I get waxed—and oiled down—regularly. I let my hair grow out for a photo shoot, so it’s shoulder length, and the natural curl in it is making ringlets. I think it’s funny. Women seem to like it, though.
What else can I tell you? Oh. My hair is dark, almost black, and my eyes are blue. Aquiline features. Posed for a cover of a book called ADONIS not too long ago. So, lots of people jokingly call me that now.
I hang out on the beach when I get a chance, don’t go much for tanning booths, but I like the bronze look.
One more thing…I’m lonely as hell. You’d think the life of a cover model would be all glitz, but I’m seeing a whole lot of plastic. I’ve pretty much given up on finding a woman who’s happy with her body. And don’t think that I’m all nuts about women working out, just because I do. That’s how I make a living.
I like a soft woman. One who isn’t putting up a front, worried about what the world thinks. Got any idea where I can find one?
3 Comments:
I volunteer! LOL
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Now I'm reposting cuz I asked which book but I found out!
But any help you need with the print, let me know, smiling.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
FUN things in lifeI find a lot of things fun. Reading, writing, horses, dogs. My husband running around the house naked. And sometimes doing that myself. TMI? (Too much information?)
What I USED to find fun was shopping for my four daughters. But now, the older I get, and more out of shape I am, I think...shopping has become torture. The mall is a nightmare. They don't have carts, and I need one for my purse--which weighs a ton--and I need a cart for me to lean on--before I ever pick anything else up. Is it just me?
I DO think it is fun to see my little girls (which are 17-23 now) prancing around in their finery. They clean up so much better than I do.
So, why bring this up today? Because I am being dragged from my keyboard as soon as two sleeping beauties awake--to go prom dress shopping. Yeah, that's gonna be fun. Because, really, I now equate things out to "Four hours in a dress you'll never wear again and you want me to spend how much?"
Remember, I did wedding dress shopping last week. I have not yet recovered fully from that. And here I go again. The drain on my purse never ends. Thank heavens I'm a kept woman. How do single moms do it?
I bow to single mothers, here and now. And to single women altogether. I love you. I worship you. I think...I cry all the time about how hard things are...and you are my sisters, and my idols--you keep on going and climbing mountains and I think...I can follow that example. One day at a time, I can survive what is here in front of me.
But, I have to tell you...sometimes it is moment to moment for me. Every time the mail comes and I get another bill, I just want to cry. The more money made, the more bills that come, it seems. Or major traumas that require what few pennies I've put aside. Why is that, do you think?
Am I the only one that has lost the pleasure in checking my mail? And in the mall? I'm sure those are both signs of growing old.
Thank God I haven't lost my enthusiasm for sex and reading. What would the world come to, then?
2 Comments:
I'm with you. The Mall and the mail give me no pleasure any more.Too many people and too many bills.
I only like the mall to book shop, LOL.
I hate clothing shopping, always have!
