COVER REVEAL!!!
GREETINGS, FRIENDS!!! It’s that magical time of year where I wear sweaters, even when the temperature is only in the 70’s; popcorn and hot cocoa mix are stored in the cupboard religiously, and sentimentality rules the house with every decoration that gets put up. At this point, my kids don’t even eyeroll anymore. They know that when I pull out that art project they made in kindergarten or first or second, etc., I have to tearfully hug them close because I still see them as those adorable five-year-olds even though they are now twenty. They are identical twin boys. My biggest achievement? I accomplished the impossible. It only took 22 years of marriage, but my husband can be called a holiday movie addict who now loves Christmas. It’s his crack during this time of year, particularly the ones that have Santa magic in them. The big, bad biologist, the scientist that relies on data points, looks for Santa magic in his Hallmark Christmas movies. Isn’t that adorable? For that reason, new Hallmark movies are lovingly DVR’ed so as not to miss favorite ones. And yes, there are favorite ones. Some final BIG NEWS.…drumroll please…I HAVE A COVER REVEAL! KEEP SCROLLING TO SEE IT! Coming out December 29th is DIAMONDS ON THE WATER, Hermosa Beach Memoirs, #3. I’m so excited because this last year was one of the hardest I’ve lived through in my life. I don’t say that lightly. I wasn’t sure I’d get this book finished, and yet, here it is. I wish you all a restful holiday season, and part of that rest might include a new book boyfriend named Magnus. See for yourself! HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!! All my best, Danube Adele DIAMONDS ON THE WATER He thinks she’s a brat… she thinks he’s a bosshole. I hate Magnus Johanson. He’s a rude, grumpy, boss-tyrant who’s never satisfied with anything I do at the bar Yes, he’s got big, delicious muscles that I would normally want to squeeze like I was testing fruit at the grocery store. Fine, his arm tattoos are hot and make me wonder what else he’s got going on under the T-shirt that’s stretched taught across his pecs. And, whatever. His sharp, gray eyes are sexy, particularly on the rare occasion they’ve turned smokey and tracked me across the bar. Doesn’t channge anything. He still sees me as who I was and not who I am. So why do I fantasize about climbing his big, sexy body?Bethany Roman is the perfect poster child of spoiled entitlement. Princess. Diva. And capable of pissing me off like no other.I may have noticed that she has warm, rich, chocolate doe-eyes that sometimes hint at a deep vulnerability when I catch her off-guard. And for some reason, when she gets ticked and goes toe-to-toe with me, it makes me hard, so I piss her off at every opportunity. Of course, I’ve noticed she’s got a body that would rock a swimsuit edition of Sports Illustrated. But she’s only ever cared about herself, and I want no part of that.Except I can’t ignore this driving need to claim her. Make her mine. PREORDER ON AMAZON! Specific links below: US UK AU CA ...
Read MoreValentine’s Day: Sweet & Steamy
What kind of Valentine’s Day day lights your fire? Do you look for sweet sentiment or a sexy encounter with a great big wow factor? I’ve gotta say, the best way to celebrate this holiday is to have a bit of both, wouldn’t you agree? As my husband’s friend used to say, make sure to have your “date” before you go out to have your dinner whenever possible. If you’re lucky, you might end up a sweaty mess, wearing his t-shirt and ordering a pizza rather than going out because let’s face it. Sex has to be messy if you’re doing it justice, right? Of course, all of that delicious spontaneity hits pause when you have teenagers roaming the house. Sometimes, life dictates if you’re going to get sugar or spice. However, having said that, I have to tell you, I’m working on an erotic holiday romance series called WINTER HEAT that will come out later this year, and it’s making my imagination rev on overdrive. Characters are playing Truth or Dare – the adult version – and it is hot, hot, hot. I’ll include a short excerpt so you can catch my drift, but it gets me thinking about other games that might be fun to create with your valentine. What about a modified version of spin the bottle? Create a series of erotic suggestions with some juicy verbs and sexy nouns spaced around a circular pattern, an empty bottle set it in the center and a glass of something bubbly. Oh! Be sure to dress appropriately (wink, wink) and spin for some playful, exciting foreplay. Wouldn’t that be fun? Get as wild, or not, as you’d like. Don’t forget the toys. You know which ones I’m talking about? The make-you-feel-good kind of toys. Am I going too far? If I haven’t scared you away yet, keep reading for a taste of what I’ve got on the back burner. And, there’s a giveaway link at the bottom you don’t want to miss! The excerpt is the first couple of pages of my novela (still a work in progress) titled TRUTH or DARE. A group of friends get together in a cabin up in the Sierra’s for some holiday cheer, but two of these friends might be ready to acknowledge the attraction they’ve both been secretly hiding from each other: TOPHER I followed her down the hall, surprising her when I called her name. “Simone.” She whirled around nearly through the bedroom door. I could see the bed was unmade, the sheets rumpled and looking all too inviting. I wanted to walk her backward until we both tumbled down and wrapped up in those sheets. “Topher.” Her eyes were wide, the vein in her neck jumping. She swallowed, pursing her lips the slightest bit as she did so. Fucking edible. I tore my gaze away to look back into her eyes. “I wanted to talk about last night.” “Last night?” Her voice hit a high note, a falsetto with a quick flash of a shiny, plastic smile. “What is there to talk about? We were just having a little fun, right? No big deal.” I wasn’t surprised she was going to play it like this, but I was ready for it, countered her question with a grin that called bullshit on what she was trying to say. Moving closer, I lowered my voice. “I think we have a lot to say. Or are you too chicken?” That caught her off-guard. Her smile died and her stubborn came out with a chin thrust. “Not...
Read MoreSwimming with the Seals: Playful Critters Seeking Playmates
It was a sun-drenched summer day, hot and steamy, with the air clinging to my clothes and skin. Sensual, if you let it be. Unusual for La Jolla. Makes you want to wear less, which isn’t a bad thing, depending on who you’re with. The water temperature was hitting 74. It doesn’t sound warm, I know, but you have to understand that the usual temperature is 68-ish or less. It makes a big difference. The smell of Banana Boat and hot, salty skin tinged the air. This was the perfect setting for our weekend getaway. I moved through the water feeling it enclose my body, step-by-step, the water beckoning, promising great play and relaxation. It was a clear blue with great visibility. Sea plants tickled my legs. Bright orange Garibaldi darted away in a school of five or six. I began gently, softly propelling myself with the lovely ebb and flow of the ocean’s tides, taking long strokes through the water, just to get out a bit. Floating on the surface, feeling the warmth and comfort of the buoyant salt water rocking me on its small waves and surges was always pleasurable. I started as an observer, watching the wildlife, the rhythms of the fish, how they swim, how they move. What do they do? Where do they go? Why does it do that? Plant life swayed gracefully, playing peekaboo with its residents. Big fat fish, long skinny fish. What is that electric blue creature that is so tiny on the bottom of the ocean? Deep breath. Hold it. Surface dive to the bottom for a closer look. Oh! Tiny blue fish. It took a few tries, holding my breath isn’t my best trick, but I soon saw the progression of growth. Seeing the different sized fish swimming around, I saw the tiny blue ones soon became bigger orange ones with electric blue dots running the length of their bodies. Water swooshed by me in a flurry of movement. Large dark shapes were a blur, but instantly, I knew they were seals. From a distance away, I see them play and wrestle, much like eight week old puppies might do, diving over each other, swirling down with sudden strength and speed only to come back up and search for position in a playful game for dominance. A third seal appears, doesn’t participate, but looks on with affection. Children are children no matter the species. She swam closer to me and paused. You coming? she seemed to ask. Let’s go. I became a participant. Swam at a distance, because I gave much respect to its independent spirit, but tried to keep up. I wanted to see what it was like to move like a seal, enjoy the deep blue like a seal. She was patient with me, appreciated that I wanted to see what it was like to be part of the ocean. Seemed to enjoy my company and didn’t just dart away, teasing me. I had to kick hard to keep up, but I tried some of her cool moves, twisting and spinning casually through the water as if by will. It was exhilarating, and much too short. Being human, and not used to such activity, I had to accept my limitations and wave goodbye. Until next time, my friend....
Read MoreLet’s Get Personal! Totally Random Facts
TOTALLY RANDOM FACTS I was tagged with the task of reporting on 14 random things about myself, and thought, “Ah-ha! This could be a fun blog post.” I will share 14 random things about myself, and I extend the challenge for you to share at least one or two about yourself, if not five? We may even have randomness-es in common! Hmmmm. I love, love, love when I have a full tank of gas. It makes me want to jump on the hood of my car and shout “Freedom!” When I see big, open fields of grass, I just want to do a tumbling pass – reminds me of my youth as a gymnast. It drives me nuts to see kids driving and texting at the same time. They’re weaving all over the road trying to drive without hands or eyes. Grrrr. Can I call their moms? I’ve always loved trying new things, which is how I got into snowboarding, kickboxing, SCUBA diving and swing dancing. When I was in the 6th grade, I had a huge crush on Ricky Shroeder. I actually wrote a letter and mailed it to his fan club. It is the one and only time I ever mailed a fan letter. Never heard back. I holler at the squirrels in my plum tree during the summer time – yes, I actually do – and lob the ruined plums they have so carelessly discarded right back at them. It doesn’t help. They keep ruining the plums so we don’t get any, but it makes me feel better. Besides, none of my “lobs” ever make contact. It makes me wonder what kind of an old lady I’m going to make, though. When I shower and dry off, my OCD-ness kicks in. I have to follow a particular order of operations or I totally throw myself off and forget to wash my hair or something like that. I have coined the phrase “Efficiency of motion”, which is simply more evidence of my OCD-ness. It’s my personal challenge to use only productive motion, no wasted motion, when needing to accomplish something quickly. Before I move, I think through what needs to be accomplished, consider each and every motion, prioritize for maximum efficiency, and go. Scary, right? Oftentimes, I have the strongest desire to go room by room and really straighten and clean, but then I get over it and just do my usual cleaning. Maybe one day… There are some movies I could watch over and over again (Independence Day, Day After Tomorrow, Jurassic Park) – I’m not proud. I had less fear as a child and tried many things that cost my parents aggravation, worry and medical bills – back flip off the end of my bed (just barely pulled it around), handstands on the fireplace (stitches in my forehead), a Chinese split leap over construction materials, glass tiles, and didn’t pull it off so well (sixteen stitches up the side of my leg), an accident on the balance beam (stress fracture to a vertebrae), and many other things that just hurt, period. Whew. And I managed to live through childhood. I crave chili cheese fries from Top’s Junior, but I know that if I go buy some, my stomach will burn for the rest of the day. I used to pretend I was doing my work in class (high school) but I was usually writing a story in my notebook. I love watching really bad reality TV clips on The Soup. What about you? What are some of your quirks? Leave a comment! ***As a side...
Read MoreLet’s Get Personal! “Cray-Cray” Moments in Time
“Cray-Cray” Moments in Time Have you ever had one of those holy sh*t, no effin’ way, I-can’t-believe-this-is-happening kind of moments that’s forever etched in your memory as something that you will never forget? That’s what we’re talking about here, and I’m about to share a crazy moment in time. I’d love to hear one of yours. We got an up close and personal porn show!!!! I’m going to tell you this story, and I know some people might not believe this, but I swear that this whole thing is 100% true. Okay, picture this: Honeymoon a few years back with my hubby. Out on a secluded beach rumored to be nude friendly and shielded by an acacia forest with low-lying scrub and branches that suddenly give way to sand and ocean. Did we go naked? No. Wish I could say I did. Sadly, I was still too shy and innocent at that point (smirk). After playing in the water for a bit, we went back up to our blanket to rest, somewhat shielded by the greenery. Here’s where it gets OMG. We were resting and maybe getting a little playful (exaggerated wink), when I notice my hubby’s eyes looking over my shoulder (I’m lying on my side facing him). He seems watchful. His eyes sort of go round. I ask him, “What?” Barely moving his lips, he says, “She’s starting to give him a blow job.” At that point, I realize he’s talking about a couple who’d found their own stretch of secluded beach not too far from us. “No way. Really?” I start to turn my head. “Don’t look!” he whispers quietly. “Well, what are they doing?” He gave me a blow-by-blow description, pun intended, of how the woman was watching my hubby watch her give her partner oral sex. It was like she wanted to be watched while she did it! Hearing the details from my hubby’s deep voice as he whispered in my ear worked its own brand of magic, and we soon ran off to our hotel room. Share! Share! Share! Entertain us with a crazy...
Read MoreLet’s Get Personal! Romantic Retreats
Current Release! Book #1 of the Dreamwalker Series. Check it out! Click on Quicksilver Dreams for Purchase This month’s theme: Raunchy Romantic Retreats Where is a great place to get your groove on? We all need “adult time” to catch up, rediscover each other’s naughty secrets and come home with silly, blushing grins that need no explanation. Care to share? Here goes mine, and then I’d like to hear yours! La Jolla, CA – one of my favorite places to play… Okay. Here’s what usually happens: Scene One Setting: Husband enters the room with that particular look on his face. A quick scan shows that no children are around. A wolfish grin curls his yummy man lips. My husband: I need a few nights in La Jolla. Me: I’ll call Grandma. My husband: Make this happen soon. Me: I’m on it. Explanation: Why La Jolla? Oceanside is on the way to La Jolla. Grandma and Grandpa live in Oceanside and happen to think my children are awesome. They love having the kidlets around for a few nights. As we head toward our holiday romp down south, we make a quick stop in Oceanside and drop off the young ones with quick hugs and kisses before we head back to the car. At this point, there may be some ass-grabbing followed by my own girlish giggles. The no kids thing is crucial. It’s not that we can’t have a good adult time at home, but you know, there are always time constraints and noise factors to figure in to the equation. And it’s really hard to have a good talk when you know little ears might be listening. Having no restrictions let’s everyone relax and have a much better time. La Jolla is a wonderful little spot on the coast, host to my alma mater UCSD, so it’s been a playground of mine since I was a freshman in college. There are some great little hotels close to, if not right on, the beach that don’t cost too much. When you need some fresh air, you can take a walk along the sand, talk, do some snorkeling, sunbathing or swimming, eat delicious food from a diverse choice of restaurants and watch the sun set over the water. The important thing for us is to make sure we’re still hitting on all cylinders, and we do that by keeping the home fires burning. Share your thoughts! What are great getaways that keep the spark...
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