Lil' Sisters are So Easy to Shock (grin)

      Once upon a time I was the big sister who never did anything wrong, always had straight A's on my report cards, and never shocked my siblings. With anything. And it wasn't like I was hiding things from them, I simply was the well behaved older sister. First of all it started when I was a toddler, I didn't like getting in trouble and the thought of not being able to watch Popeye was all the incentive I needed to clean up my toys. (Too bad my children aren't so easily persuaded.) 

      Second, as a teenager, if I behaved, I had the freedom to hang out with my friends all the time. So I never did anything shocking. As an adult, before I had time to find trouble, I fell in love with hero hottie, we got married, picked out a Buddy dog one Saturday afternoon and then had kids.              

     Nothing wild or crazy until now. (Well, nothing shocking or tabloid-ish.Definitely crazy though.)

     My lil' sis, Stacey has been editing my stories for me. I have written two historical middle grade novels, and my fantasy novel, Keraynn. Obviously, the first two books are for children and the fantasy book is mild in the sexual tension department. 

      But those aren't the stories that shocked her. I wrote two historical short stories that are highly sensual and when I say sensual, I mean contains hot sex scenes. Shocking, I know. As far as my siblings view me, completely so. My brother didn't even realized I knew what sort of items were sold at adult toy websites. Really? I'm guess I'm the older but apparently not the worldly sister. 

     My lil' sis edited my short stories, (which I hope to publish with Harlequin) and was so surprised by how well I could write such shocking scenes, that she had to write a blog entry about it on her blog titled, 'Where Did My Sister Learn Those Words??'

     She writes. 'Imagine my surprise when I open the file and…. whoa. I didn’t know she knew this kind of stuff (never mind she has children, regardless, she’s my big sister! That’s like assuming your parents ever had sex. A ridiculous notion indeed.)'

    I laughed. Loudly. 

    It only took a few decades but I finally shocked my siblings. I'm sure they will recover. (grin)...Eventually. 

    Although, if my first published writing ends up being in the romance genre we'll see if they're able to tell people without blushing about it.

My lil' sis' blog can be found at   http://staceykatheryn.wordpress.com

Monday Musings...

Oh, how sweet is Puppy Love...

I'm not talking about teenage angst. Middle school agony. Diaries filled with mindless obsessions for the cute boy in the front row. (I'm not talking from personal experience.)

I'm speaking of real, undying puppy love. Sloppy smooches. Unrelenting passion. Unwavering devotion.

Endless hours of licking each other's ears.

What?

Yeah, undying puppy love includes the loving attention of cleaning your partner's ears when you're a dog.         

    Panther is a little Jack Russell Terrier with a sense of love and loyalty that only is portrayed by the best romance heroes ever; such as the legendary Romeo. 

     Panther, his little white and tan body eager to see his love, sits outside Jezzy's door, day or night, his devotion clear to see in his little brown eyes, innocent and loving.

     "Oh, Jezzy, Jezzy. Where are thou my sweet Jezzy?" (Not exact quotes, dogs in love care more about licking their darling's ears than repeating the lines of Shakespeare to the word.)

     Jezzy scratches the inside of the door, knowing her true love is outside howling for her, barking for her release from the cruel confines of the house.

    "Oh, Jezzy. I perish without you by my side." Panther waits outside in the shade under the hot sun for his love. He waits patiently outside her door in the darkness, huddled and shivering, hoping for her loving body to warm him. 

     He brings her toys and treats, little tokens of his passion for her. And when she's finally released to be with her love, she lavishes him with attention.        Licking his ears, nipping at his ankles, rolling with him in the grass. And when they don't think the humans are looking, he chews right through the leash that keeps her close to the house so they can run away together. 

     They have it all planned. He will chew her leash until she has her freedom and one day they will leave on the open road.
      But the humans are smarter than they think and she isn't allowed to escape with her true love so he waits for their stolen moments together instead. 
     Ahh, puppy love. Sweet and loyal. Sexy and daring.
     Now, that's the perfect romance hero. :)

Monday Musings...

Why do We*  Write?

*(people compelled to pen their thoughts until eyes are strained and fingers are sore)

     The dirty dishes are stacked in the sink and along the edges and on the stove, they are all calling my name. 

     But I ignore their siren call. 

     My dog, Buddy, has left mini hairy versions of himself all over my house. If he doesn't care, I'm trying hard not to either. (I almost lose this battle and nearly pull out the vacuum.) 

     The living room looks like a toy store that has been hit by a tornado. Don't walk in there. 

    Yet, what am I'm doing...

    I'm writing. I can't stop and I think I'll growl if someones tries to interrupt me. But I'm nearly done with this short, sexy story I'm been working on for weeks now. I'm also wrapped up into my story of my old West horse rancher and big city singer. They're just about to overcome their fears to follow the dictates of their hearts and they're about to give in to the fires of their desires. 

     I don't even know if I'll be able to get it published but I write anyway. 

     Because I have to. 

     Sometimes I don't think being a writer is a choice. I think its something I have to do. A function akin to eating or breathing. 

     It's that serious. :) 

    I would simply shrivel up and die if I couldn't write. 

     Even if I don't reach my goal of being a published author, (although, I would cry for a while with the death of that dream) I wouldn't stop writing. 

     I simply couldn't. 

    Ask hero hottie. He knows. If I haven't had a chance to write in a while I become quite grouchy. 

    And no one likes grouchy me. :) 

    So let the dishes pile up a few extra hours and the living room be a mess but don't interrupt my writing. (Unless the house is on fire or you're hero hottie and you want to help research a scene with me.)