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Woes—First, this week is a week of 1/2 days for the kids at school. What IDIOT decided this was a good thing? They are off schedule, I am off schedule and things just feel wonky. I don’t like it at all!!

And my Yahoo toolbar is all wonky and I can’t get it fixed. Uninstalled, updated, restarted, etc and blech. I dont like that either. I NEED my bookmarks, that WON’T import to Google for some stupid reason.

Water— this is a stupid thing but oops. Last night I made chili in a huge stock pot, heavy thing, I had it full of water and was moving it to the side, going to let it soak a few minutes while I did the rest of the non-dishwasher stuff. Dropped that heavy water filled sucker on the faucet and broke it clean off. Water went everywhere, from the pot and from the spraying geyser that had been a faucet. SO I shut the water off to the sink and had Big G look at it. Diagnosis? New faucet needed. Stores were closed so we are going tonight to get one. Until then, I have no working kitchen sink. I know it is less than 24 hours but annoying.

Whatever— I can’t get my writer brain in gear this week. I have been doing housework, puttering, reading and generally wasting time. I DID submit a new full length so I guess I can take a week or so off but it feels weird.

There are nine pumpkins in my garage. NINE. The kids each picked 3 and can’t wait to carve them. Sunday we said and they are counting the days. *mental note, buy candles when I get the faucet tonight*

So what is up with you lately?

I love fall. I do not like Halloween. Now, I am not one of those uber-religious people who think it is Satanically inspired, etc. Nope. Just don’t like it. My kids play dress up all the time so costumes are nothing new here. I don’t like candy so I don’t look forward to raiding their stash of trick or treat goodies. There is nothing about this holiday I find appealing.

I find it annoying, to tell you the truth. Stores are putting out Christmas decorations and Thanksgiving is coming in between. It is a second thought for me. I am headed into winter and I have to stop and do the Halloween thing. It messes with my brain flow.

I can’t remember if or when I ever really looked forward to this holiday. Can’t I just skip it? No, I can’t. At least not for a few more years. My kids look forward to it and that is fine. I will do the whole sugar-beggar thing with them but then I have to play the bad guy and put the candy up out of reach and dole it out. They don’t like that but if left out, they would be little sugar-hyped monsters. So I portion it out over a period of about two weeks, depending on how much they collect.

*sigh*

I love the autumn like nobody’s business. I come alive during this season.  Our schedules are hectic with sports, homework and activities but I manage to get more done despite the shorter days. I write more, I do more, I sleep better. It is just a better time all around.

I love to cook and the cooler weather just begs for certain dishes. Summer is too hot for heavier meals but Fall is the right time.This week I have made Chicken pot pie, veggie beef soup and scalloped potatoes with ham. My kids devoured a ton of chicken spaghetti and are asking for things like turkey  and gravy, Chicken noodle soup(home made, TYVM) and kielbasa with sauerkraut. All are on the upcoming menu plans. I don’t mind the longer prep and cooking time when the colors are bursting outside and the inside is cozy.

This time of year I also bake, not as much as I’d like but the more I make, the more they want. Damien is begging for monkey bread and Spawnetta has a passion for pepperoni rolls. Omen isn’t chocolate crazy but he discovered pumpkin rolls and if I let him, he’d eat an entire one himself. Pumpernickel is a favorite here and I confess, I have never made it except from a mix. I might try from scratch… maybe… one day.

Do I even have to mention the holidays coming up? The requests change daily. For Thanksgiving(also my birthday) we are planning on steaks and French Onion soup. The kids want to make me a cake and I said sure. But I am pushing them to think outside the norm. See, I don’t LIKE cake and actually they are not that fond of it either. So maybe I will get brownies with a candle or even Rice Krispie squares, who knows? Whatever it is, it will be fine.

Autumn means chills in the air and warmth at home. That is all I need. And another serving of leftover chicken pot pie.

What foods do you prefer in the Autumn?

*sniff*

I’m sick. I have this headcongestionchestcoughrawthroatfeversnottydrippynose thing from hell. The past four days have consisted entirely of my sitting on my ass, staring mindlessly at the computer screen and blowing my nose. I have not written, even though I am less than 5,000 words away from finishing a book. I have not read, although I have 2 BETA reads for friends and 8 new books. I have done no housework and boy, does it show.

I managed to cram some laundry in the machine just because Spawnetta needed her basketball uniform washed. I did take Omen to his ortho appointment. Other than that… nuthin’.

I have slept. I have taken an impromptu nap every day. Impromptu because I will just suddenly fall asleep. And I have gone to bed right after the kids every night as well.

Dinners have been crock pot things. I throw something in the crockpot in the morning and then at supper time, dish it out. Minimal effort.

Kinda like this blog. Here’s hoping next week I will have done more than been a snot factory and have something to say.

*aaachhoooo*

I love love love autumn. It is normally my favorite season. Now since I left the mountains, I approached this season with some fear. I mean, my mountains are a memory . No more hillsides and peaks full of color. Back in Appalachia, there was a festival called the Apple Harvest that I used to love but then began to dread. It was always too damn hot. Fall comes later further south. So I was withholding my anticipation in this new Northern state, holding my breath.

So far, I can’t say that I am terribly disappointed. I have yet to find that country lane where the fall colors embrace you like a lover’s arms But there is color here. Cherry and Maple trees are more abundant here than the typical oaks and walnuts I am used to so the colors are a bit different.  More reds and oranges than burgundy and golds. The colors is not so much HIGH and it is WIDE spread. You can see it for miles, stretching out like a quilt.

I haven’t yet felt that nip of Jack Frost’s breath but it is early yet. I am willing to wait a few weeks.

So far though, something are the same. School is in session and I am being buried alive in winter plans for holiday parties and plays. Pumpkin stands are appearing. Halloween seems to be a bigger deal here and the kids are planning their costumes. They are at an age where I have little say except the ultimate veto. So far I will have a soldier awarded a purple heart and maybe an Indian scout. Spawnetta is feeling the magic again too. Here costume ages are longer apparently and she and her friends are working on their own group ideas. I shudder there but warned her there will be no street hootchie mama’s leaving this house.

I have already made the first batches of homemade soups and baked goods. Cherries are HUGE here and not really one of our favorites but pumpkin rolls, apple pie and monkey bread are high on the list. Menu requests for things suck as chicken noodle soup, dumplings and roast turkey are being requested. French onion soup and grilled swiss/pumpernickel is a common request, although I prefer to hold that to much later in the season. Begging for venison jerky has already began. Oatmeal and cinnamon rolls have replaced cold cereals. I love this cooking season.

THe shorts are packed away (for the most part) and the sweats and sweaters have come out. Basketball and football games are talks over dinner rather than swimming and catching fireflies. Designs for Jack-o-lanterns have been scribbled and are still in progress. Damien has even started his Christmas list.

And my word count is back in full swing. I hate summer for writing. I get very little done and actually plan for it now so it is not so panic inducing. I am hitting the thousands or words daily rather than the mere hundred here and there of before. We are no longer sweating to death. I even broke out my slippers, the fuzzy ones that look like chit but fit oh so well.  Coffee now tastes better, hot chocolate has made an appearance in my grocery cart and Hubby is hinting at things like needing to finish clearing the garage of the summer-rain toys so the vehicles can be moved inside.

Yeah autumn is coming. We havent had frost YET but it is coming. Temperatures have dipped to the mid 30s. It is a matter of weeks and then, the magic of Fall will fully descend. There is an apple festival here as well as a few other local village festivals. We are looking forward to each one, to find a new special time to enjoy.

Autumn. Bring it on. I can’t wait.

Cursed with the sight and rumors of witchcraft, Rosalind’s only chance at an ordinary life is marriage to Lucien, Viscount Hastings. She doesn’t expect love, only security and children of her own. Determined to go through with the wedding, she allows nothing she encounters at the gloomy Castle St. Clare to dissuade her.

Recently returned from the Continent, Lucien has no time for the English mouse his family has arranged for him to marry—not when he’s plotting to avenge the murder of his beloved Francesca. He has no intention of bedding Rosalind, not even to sire an heir.

Though spurned by her bridegroom, Rosalind turns to him for protection when she is plagued by a series of mysterious accidents and haunted by terrifying visions. Forced to keep Rosalind close—and tempted into passionate kisses—Lucien soon finds himself in grave danger of falling in love with his own wife…

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Shelley Munro

Gambit by Kim Knox

Captain Chae Beyon is a hustler, a mercenary pilot, a wounded woman who prefers her men to be easily thrown aside.

Daned Traern is a first-caste Ladaian bound by tradition and DNA to protect his race. He’s willing to align himself with the hot space captain if she’ll transport him home in time to ensure the right candidate is crowned—and thus prevent a bloody war.

Disguised as Chae’s sex toy, Daned is erotically bound to her through living gold, alien tech designed to increase pleasure. When he frees himself, their passion only increases…but succumbing to temptation will bind them together—permanently.

But there’s more at stake than their needs. As Chae is dragged into a world of insane princes and sentient stones, hired killers hound them across the quadrant.

And then, as only her lousy luck would have it, Chae must choose between the good of the galaxy and her own heart…

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(619):  Dude, she literally stopped, mid fuck said “I want soup” got off my dick and make top ramen.
(973): Quick question… Why were there condoms frozen into ice cubes?
(513): the size of his penis is telling me NOOO! but his bank account is telling me YESSS!
(847): Yeah it was hard to find an opportunity while fucking him to say “oh the reason my lips taste so salty is because i blew your roomate 15 minutes ago”
(774): Hurricane Earl: Get Blown party at my house friday! Byob: bring your own bitch/booze. Must have 80s blown hair style, kazoo/noise maker (vuvuzelas/airhorns are allowed), and/or bubble wands.
(205): I just woke up wearing the O-ring from my dildo harness as a bracelet. Classy.
(443): There are sesame seeds in my vagina. This cannot be explained with logic.
(856): Honestly, I don’t care whether it was a guy or a girl. Best blowjob ever.
(936): He was like a Bill Nye the science guy of sex….he was telling me things about my clitoris that I didn’t even know
(515): you had “tips for anal sex” in your google search history this morning. how was your sunday night?
(410): She said my main job as maid of honor is to ensure the groom doesn’t find out that each of his seven groomsmen has had his penis inside her.
(408): if tampons were more like dildos the world would be a better place
(604): when a girl feels in her heart, the way she feels in her vagina, anything is possible.

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I’m supposed to blog today and damned if I can think of a topic. I’m hip deep in edits (which I actually love) and trying to get the kids set for back to school (not until Sept. 7th which is cruel parent abuse I think). Since I can’t think of a topic, you are all subject to the rambling of my mind.

I need to get rid of my children so I can do a deep clean. I can’t do this with people under foot and it requires a couple hours solid. I need to wipe down walls, clear out closets, etc. I want to shampoo my carpets. Must wait until school is in session and this bugs me.

My space bar keeps sticking and I get random capital letter streams in things I write then have to go back and correct it. It’s annoying.

I’m out of sugar and need to go to the store for some. I don’t want to get dressed. I wish there was an instant grocery delivery but we don’t even have pizza delivery here.

Ginny Glass and I have a blog due for the Smutkateers that we haven’t been able to write! Just trouble in hooking up. *must due this*

Why do socks not mate themselves?

TALK DIRTY TO ME

“Tell me what you want. Talk dirty to me.”

Biologist Nora MacGregor is frantic when she loses her dissertation notes on female sexuality—and some very personal fantasies. Then a sinful stranger calls with a wicked proposition: if she talks dirty to him, he’ll return her notes, page by page. “James” allows Nora to explore her deepest desires and challenges her clinical ideas about sex. But James can’t give her the loving touches she finds in her budding relationship with Dr. Jarod Reed.

Jarod seized an opportune moment to fulfill his desire for Nora by becoming the mysterious James. While the anonymous, erotic phone sessions are unforgettable, Jarod longs to tell Nora he wants more than just talk. But how can he confess his deception without it costing him the chance to make their fantasies a reality?

13 lines give or take…

The cell phone’s chirp interrupted her mental tirade. She glanced at the screen then flipped it open with a snap.

“You son of a bitch!”

A sharp masculine inhale rang loud in her ear. “Nora, let me expla—”

“How dare you send me something like that to my office! Anybody could have opened that package.”

Seductive laughter poured over her, richer than imported chocolate. “So you got my little gift? I was wondering. I did include thirty pages. I sort of lost count how many I owed you and took a wild guess.”

She flopped back on the futon and picked up the hard plastic package. “I got them and a surprise. I almost opened the box in front of Dr. Salih.”

The laughter turned wicked, a razor-fine edge of devilment that scored along her irritation and carved it away. She palmed her forehead. “James, what in the hell were you thinking, sending me a vibrator?”

“Come on, sweetheart, I’d think the purpose is obvious.”

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