Sasha White

I’m not getting interest in my ad on the internet. Well, that’s not completely true . . . Apparently I have 10 emails waiting for me on one of the sites I placed an ad on, but I can’t get into those emails until I pay a fee. A $29/month fee. So I haven’t checked my mail on there yet. :rolleyes:

The other site I put an ad on is getting a few responses in the dating and the relationship section…from men that are 10 years older than me, and I just can’t bring myself to be interested in them. I know the reason for this is sex. I had a lover a while ago that was 10 years older than me, and while he was adventurous and open and affectionate. He wasn’t energetic enough. I know sex and stamina aren’t everything in a relationship, but to me…it’s a huge part of one.

Thoughts like these make me wonder what it is I’m really searching for. Sex…or love?

Being the greedy girl that I am I would love to have both…to have it ALL. But what if I have to choose? Which one is more important to me at this point in my life?

I admit it…I’m leaning towards sex. I found

Todays GYPSY HEART excerpt.
Pssst, Sarah. This wasn’t the shower scene I was referring to before…but I will post THAT excerpt later this week. ;)

Sable pushed open the door to her tiny apartment and dragged herself inside. God, what a night!

Jake and Gage had played pool until the bar was cleaned up and everyone else had gone home, including Katie. They were still playing when Sable had gone into the back office to lock up the money and shut down the computers.

She’d taken a few minutes to fluff her hair and check her make-up before going back out to join them, only to find Gage gone, and Jake alone.

She knew he could see her disappointment but he didn’t say anything, and she refused to ask. They were silent while she locked the doors. With a final goodnight, she’d climbed on her mountain bike and used the ten-block ride home to burn off her excess energy.

Dropping her satchel in the entryway, she went straight to the bathroom and pushed aside the shower curtain. With a quick twist on each handle, the water pummeled the empty tub. Steam filled the small room while she shed her work clothes, stepped under the spray and let out a low moan of satisfaction as the hot water hit her between the shoulder blades.

Eyes closed, she tilted her head back and let the water flatten her curls to her head before streaming down her body. The shower filled with the smell of the stale smoke releasing from her hair. Without opening her eyes, she reached for the shampoo and lathered up. Soon the air was fresh and fruity and she let her mind wander as she went about her routine.

Gage consumed her thoughts and tendrils of anger heated her blood. She shouldn’t care that some sexy stranger didn’t have the decency to say goodnight. Shoving her head under the spray, she rinsed away the shampoo before filling her palms with conditioner and covering her hair in the creamy lotion. She left it in to soak and ran a sudsy sponge over her body.

Languorous pleasure edged past the anger and her nipples hardened. The same way they had when Gage had walked into the pub. Her body seemed to wake up around him, as if it recognized him. Never before had a man affected her so strongly, so immediately.

Never before had a man walked away from her after she’d offered up an invitation, no matter how subtle.

She turned in the shower so the brusque jets of water landed directly on her chest. She ran her hands over her breast and groaned at the feelings quickening her pulse. While she didn’t believe in casual sex, she did believe in casual relationships based on sex. And it had been far too long since she’d enjoyed one.

The arousal flowing through her at the thought of getting naked with Gage made her wonder how his hands would feel skimming over her skin. Would he be rough? Or gentle? Would he be firm and passionate, or slow and sensuous?

Imagining it was his hands cupping her breasts she tweaked her nipples and let her eyes slide closed. She leaned against the tile wall and slipped her other hand between her thighs. Teasing herself, she slid a finger over lips plump with arousal and felt the thick wetness there. Her fingertip brushed against her hard button and her breath caught.

Knees weakening, she focused on that sensitive nub of flesh. Flicking her finger back and forth, she forgot about the way the night had ended and concentrated on the pleasure gathering low in her belly.
The image of him bent over the pool table flashed through her mind, morphing into one of him bent over her, splayed out on the pool table. His dark eyes gleaming with wicked delight as he watched her please herself. The thought of doing it for him, of him watching her, pushed her over the edge. She pressed the palm of her hand against her core and rocked her body until her orgasm faded.

Hands hanging limply by her sides, she remembered her subtlety earlier that night, and made a promise it wouldn’t happen again. She was twenty-nine year old woman who went after what she wanted in life. And right now, she wanted Gage.

The dentist was HELL, and I have to go back on Thursday for one more visit. :crazy: But, other than that I had a good day. Scrapped 8 pages of my WIP that I thought were crap, and restarted from scratch. Now I have 2 pages that I feel comfortable with. Had a couple of friends over for a girl’s chat, and we ordered chinese food. Now my fridge is full as they left all theleftovers here. :D

Conversation with the girls ranged from celebrity gossip.(Is Demi Moore pregnant with Ashton’s child???) to defining moments in our lives. (First one was when I left home at 17) I also learned an embarassing secret about one of my friends that I think I’ll have to work into a story one day soon! :P

In other news: Todays excerpt from GYPSY HEART actually takes place just before the one I posted yesterday, but I had to put it up so you all could see inside Gage’s head for a few mintues before we go any further.

GYPSY HEART
excerpt

Gage joined the group at the pool tables. There was no reason for him to stand at the bar and flirt with the enticing bartender. He reminded himself he’d turned over a new leaf. No more casual relationships or party girls, he wanted to find himself a nice girl to settle down with. Besides he was at the bar to help his little brother celebrate his twenty-fifth birthday, not to hook up with a woman.

“How’s it feel, bro?” he asked, slinging his arm around Garret’s shoulders. “To know that you’re officially a quarter of a century old?”

“Feels pretty damn good to me! Especially since I know that no matter how old I get, you’ll always be older, slower and uglier!”

That got a round of guffaws from the group. With dark hair and dark eyes neither man had to chase women to get dates, but Garret was definitely the ‘pretty boy’ version to Gage’s rough good looks.
Gage smirked. “At least you recognize the fact that I’ll always be smarter.”

Garret laughed and choked on the swig of beer he’d just taken, causing Gage to add, “and more graceful.”

The jokes stopped for a few minutes while the guys figured out who was playing first. Gage knew most of the men in their group, a combination of Garret’s friends from school and his summer job working the rap attack crews.

In fact, he’d trained some of them up in Hinton, a small city smack in the middle of the Rocky Mountains, when they’d first joined the forestry brigade, and he knew they worked hard rappelling out of helicopters into the mountains to fight forest fires. Full of piss and vigor, they played as hard as they worked.

An almost parental pride swelled in his chest when he looked at Garret. The first few years after their father had passed away had been hard on them both, but they’d made it through the toughest of times, and he deserved to party it up on his birthday. He’d become a man that Gage was proud of, one that their father would’ve been proud of too.

Shaking off his melancholy thoughts, he joined in the coarse banter as the balls were racked and the tournament got started. He tried to focus on the game but his mind, and his gaze, kept wandering back to the bar, and the fetching woman behind it.

Her curves were generous in all the right places and she wasn’t shy about showing them off. Dressed in a thin top that clung to fantastic tits and a pair of tight jeans that drew his gaze to a butt that begged to be spanked, she was definitely sexy.

“Wipe your chin, big brother, you’re starting to drool.”

Gage pulled his gaze away from the lady and shrugged. “I’m just enjoying the scenery. No big deal.”

Garret flashed him a knowing smirk. “If by enjoying the scenery you mean eyeing her like a hungry man eyes a prime rib dinner you’re right. That’s what you’re doing.”

Gage ignored him and watched their opponent sink another shot on the pool table. It shouldn’t bother him that he couldn’t keep his eyes off the sassy bartender, but it did.

There’d been a time when he wouldn’t even consider walking away from a woman like that. A time when he’d only been interested in casual relationships and good times. But things changed.
He’d shifted career tracks, with an eye towards settling down, and bought a fantastic old house in need of some tender loving care. Now he just needed a good woman that shared his vision of the future to round out the picture. Not a night of bedroom acrobatics with some good time girl he met in a bar.

The only problem with that theory was the nice girls he’d been dating for the past six months were really boring.

“Gage,” Garret shouted at him from across the table. “It’s your turn, man. I set it up for you, all you have to do now is clear the table.”

He fixed his eyes on the pool table, actually seeing it this time. There were three balls left, all lined up perfectly. Six ball in the corner pocket, bring it back for the four ball in the side, and then on to the eight in the corner. Easy.

He bent over the table and lined up his shot. The guys around him jeered at him, trying to throw him off. Pulling back his hand, he let it go, effortlessly sending the six to the corner. Straightening up, he glanced over his shoulder, and saw the woman herself watching him.

Had she been checking out his ass?

He could see an embarrassed flush bloom in her cheeks from where he was. But that didn’t stop a naughty smile from spreading across her luscious lips as she wiggled her fingers at him.

He shook his head and fought back a grin. He tried to concentrate on the game as he walked around the table, but it was tough. Bending forward, he lined up the cue carefully before smoothly taking the shot. And watched as the four ball sailed into the cushion, not even coming close to the pocket.

The boys hooted at him, jeering at him for missing such an easy shot. How the hell did he miss that?
He glanced at the bar again. Easily. He’d been distracted by the image of those full red lips wrapped around his dick.

With a shake of his head he chuckled. Was it truly that surprising she distracted him? After all, he’d always had a soft spot for bad girls . . .or a hard-on. Depending on how you looked at it.

He picked up his beer bottle and drained the last bit before moving towards the bar. What the hell? What could a little flirting hurt?

Bad news first. I’m off to the dentist again today.:(

Good News next….The countdown for the release of GYPSY HEART has begun. This is a big deal for me, my first novel! yay! I’m still happy dancing,but I admit I’m starting to feel a tad bit anxious about it. SO, to calm myself, and to tease all of you I’m going to be posting a short excerpt from the novel every day unitl next monday when it’s released. I admit it…it’s shameless self promotion and I’m hoping that after reading a bit each day that you’ll all be in a hurry to buy it as soon as it’s released! :D

I’m not starting the excerpts off right at the first word, but this is part of the first scene…so I’m hoping you’ll be intrigued.

So let’s start this ball rolling…OH! By the way, this is sort of what I imagine Gage looks like. :P

GYPSY HEART
excerpt

Sable walked up and down the length of the bar. She stopped to chat here and there as she made sure everyone’s drinks were full and no one was left waiting for service. Miranda had gone home, leaving the pub in her hands for the night. But before she’d left Miranda had extracted a promise to get together that weekend for a much-needed bonding session.

Unable to keep her gaze away from the pool tables for very long, Sable looked over and got an eyeful of faded denim, tight across firm buttocks. The sexy bad ass, the one they called Gage, was bent over to make another shot, and she couldn’t peel her eyes away from the sight of his awesome butt. Until he straightened up, glanced over his shoulder, and caught her staring.

Infusing her smile with sassiness, she gave him a small wave and went back to work.

It was a real chore for her to concentrate when all she wanted to do was watch him move around the table. His movements were slow and deliberate, yet they had an inherent sensuality to them. A sensuality that her photographer’s eye told her would come through on film. The way he held the pool cue and smoothly stroked it through his fingers to make the balls go wherever he wanted. Her belly tightened at the thought of his hands stroking her that same way, and she let out a sigh of longing.
Someone put money in the jukebox, and she sang along with ZZ Top as she strolled down the bar picking up empties and pouring replacements. She was listening to Bruce, one of the regulars, tell a joke when she felt her skin tighten and her nipples harden.

With a quick glance to the left, she saw Gage leaning against the bar, watching her.
Deep breaths, she told herself. Bruce finished his joke, and she laughed along with him even though she hadn’t heard a word he’d said.

She picked up the empty glass from in front of him and sauntered towards Gage, her eyes glued to his the whole time.

“Hi there.”
The bonfire in her belly spread lower and she felt her body soften, moisten. Struggling to ignore the inner heat, she tried to treat him like any other customer. Any other customer who just happened to make her nipples stand at attention with just a look.

“Another beer?”

“Sure.” He handed her a bill and took the proffered bottle.

Like the self-conscious adolescent of her past she struggled for something to say. It was more than his good looks that got to her; she dealt with good-looking men every day. It was Him. The vibe of tightly leashed power that radiated off him, called to something primal inside her.

She couldn’t decide if she should run away from him as fast as she could, or strip off her clothes and howl “Take me!” at the top of her lungs.

What the hell? She’d never run from a challenge in her life. She wasn’t going to start now.

Bad news first. I’m off to the dentist again today.:(

Good News next….The countdown for the release of GYPSY HEART has begun. This is a big deal for me, my first novel! yay! I’m still happy dancing,but I admit I’m starting to feel a tad bit anxious about it. SO, to calm myself, and to tease all of you I’m going to be posting a short excerpt fromt he novel every day unitl next monday when it’s released. I admit it…it’s shameless self promotion and I’m hoping that after reading a bit each day that you’ll all be in a hurry to buy it as soon as it’s released! :D

I’m not starting the excerpts off right at the first word, but this is part of the first scene…so I’m hoping you’ll be intrigued.

So let’s start this ball rolling…

GYPSY HEART
excerpt

Sable walked up and down the length of the bar. She stopped to chat here and there as she made sure everyone’s drinks were full and no one was left waiting for service. Miranda had gone home, leaving the pub in her hands for the night. But before she’d left Miranda had extracted a promise to get together that weekend for a much-needed bonding session.

Unable to keep her gaze away from the pool tables for very long, Sable looked over and got an eyeful of faded denim, tight across firm buttocks. The sexy bad ass, the one they called Gage, was bent over to make another shot, and she couldn’t peel her eyes away from the sight of his awesome butt. Until he straightened up, glanced over his shoulder, and caught her staring.

Infusing her smile with sassiness, she gave him a small wave and went back to work.

It was a real chore for her to concentrate when all she wanted to do was watch him move around the table. His movements were slow and deliberate, yet they had an inherent sensuality to them. A sensuality that her photographer’s eye told her would come through on film. The way he held the pool cue and smoothly stroked it through his fingers to make the balls go wherever he wanted. Her belly tightened at the thought of his hands stroking her that same way, and she let out a sigh of longing.
Someone put money in the jukebox, and she sang along with ZZ Top as she strolled down the bar picking up empties and pouring replacements. She was listening to Bruce, one of the regulars, tell a joke when she felt her skin tighten and her nipples harden.

With a quick glance to the left, she saw Gage leaning against the bar, watching her.
Deep breaths, she told herself. Bruce finished his joke, and she laughed along with him even though she hadn’t heard a word he’d said.

She picked up the empty glass from in front of him and sauntered towards Gage, her eyes glued to his the whole time.

“Hi there.”
The bonfire in her belly spread lower and she felt her body soften, moisten. Struggling to ignore the inner heat, she tried to treat him like any other customer. Any other customer who just happened to make her nipples stand at attention with just a look.

“Another beer?”

“Sure.” He handed her a bill and took the proffered bottle.

Like the self-conscious adolescent of her past she struggled for something to say. It was more than his good looks that got to her; she dealt with good-looking men every day. It was Him. The vibe of tightly leashed power that radiated off him, called to something primal inside her.

She couldn’t decide if she should run away from him as fast as she could, or strip off her clothes and howl “Take me!” at the top of her lungs.

What the hell? She’d never run from a challenge in her life. She wasn’t going to start now.

Still no luck on the Man Hunt front. I admit I’m not going at it real hard, but I did send out a few smiles and one email. (I had to buy credits to do that!)and got no response from any of them. Althoug I have been contacted by some very young guys, and a very Old one too. LOL
I see a bit of a pattern here. In my everyday life I do get a bit of interest from the opposite sex, but it’s never from the guys that I’m interested in or attracted to. I hope the internet thing works out better.

Then, for some reason this afternoon a few guys from my past spent some time on my mind. Men that I was attracted to, and now that I look back on it, I think were attracted to me too. I was just too stupid or slow to pick up the hints. :crazy:

I remember one guy that was a “friend”. Silly me, I really thought he was really just a friend. We trained together in Martial Arts and we went to a couple of tournaments together, and even spent one night in the same bed, no sex, no kissing even, just a bit of cuddling. I can still remember the obvious tension as we both fought to keep things platonic. It was hard becasue we were both quite prominant in our dojo, and he was a bit younger than me. It was somethign that could’ve casued quite a stir. That night we talked about how we were attracted to each other but that neither of us wanted to “ruin our friendship”.

He left town shortly after that, and everytime he came back he looked me up. Never once did I make a bit of an effort to tip us across that line. I regret that now, because I really liekd him, and he was a good guy, and when I look back on it now, the way he kept looking me up and writing to me meant that he felt the same. Ofcourse, I started to travel more, and moved a few times, and I stopped gettign his letters. My own fault. I’ve always been horrible at keeping in touch.

I wonder if I can track him down through the internet? I bet if I did, I’d find him married with a kid or two. I don’t regret the adventures I’ve been on, but sometimes it feels like everyone else has grown up,(ie:settled down and started families) and I’m a female Peter Pan still searching for NeverNeverLand.

Still no luck on the Man Hunt front. I admit I’m not going at it real hard, but I did send out a few smiles and one email. (I had to buy credits to do that!)and got no response from any of them. Althoug I have been contacted by some very young guys, and a very Old one too. LOL
I see a bit of a pattern here. In my everyday life I do get a bit of interest from the opposite sex, but it’s never from the guys that I’m interested in or attracted to. I hope the internet thing works out better.

Then, for some reason this afternoon a few guys from my past spent some time on my mind. Men that I was attracted to, and now that I look back on it, I think were attracted to me too. I was just too stupid or slow to pick up the hints. :crazy:

I remember one guy that was a “friend”. Silly me, I really thought he was really just a friend. We trained together in Martial Arts and we went to a couple of tournaments together, and even spent one night in the same bed, no sex, no kissing even, just a bit of cuddling. I can still remember the obvious tension as we both fought to keep things platonic. It was hard becasue we were both quite prominant in our dojo, and he was a bit younger than me. It was somethign that could’ve casued quite a stir. That night we talked about how we were attracted to each other but that neither of us wanted to “ruin our friendship”.

He left town shortly after that, and everytime he came back he looked me up. Never once did I make a bit of an effort to tip us across that line. I regret that now, because I really liekd him, and he was a good guy, and when I look back on it now, the way he kept looking me up and writing to me meant that he felt the same. Ofcourse, I started to travel more, and moved a few times, and I stopped gettign his letters. My own fault. I’ve always been horrible at keeping in touch.

I wonder if I can track him down through the internet? I bet if I did, I’d find him married with a kid or two. I don’t regret the adventures I’ve been on, but sometimes it feels like everyone else has grown up,(ie:settled down and started families) and I’m a female Peter Pan still searching for NeverNeverLand.

I have Tarot cards. I’ve had the same deck ofr 20 years and occasionally I pull them out and do a reading. Sometimes for myself, sometimes for others. Rarely for friends, because I have a hard time keeping my own personal opinions out of the readings with friends. Anyway I did a one card read for myself today.

The Question; Am I on the right track with my career, my writing. Will I be successful?
The Card; The World.
The Meaning;Completions, success, reawrds and triumph in all undertakings!! It could also mean travel ort a change of residence (which is no suprise for me.) The World is a card of liberation. I’m hoping it means liberation from financial stress. :)

All In all, a great card to have when asking that question. Even though I knew the answer would be success, because I refuse to accept anything less, (and I believe that I can do anything if I set my mind to it), it was nice to have the cards back it up. ;)

Now, Just a note…Next week , in anticapation of GYPSY HEART’s release on Monday, March 28, I will be posting a short blurb/excerpt from the novel every day! SO be sure to come back so I can tease you. :hehe:

My NEO is here!!! :hehe: :D :hehe:

What’s a NEO? THIS is a NEO. I’m so happy to be able to sit on my futon and write, or in bed, or outside! You see, my laptop died a long slow death so I’ve been working on the desktop for the last 6 months, occasionally getting some time on the laptop before it went kaput for another week. Then, last week I saw the light. It was time to put my laptop out of its misery. It’s gone around the world with me, it’s helped me through many many short stories, articles, and my very first novel…but it was time to reward it with peace. So I laid it to rest, and ordered a NEO.

Ordering it was harder than you’d think. I had to find a Canadian distributor, and I tried emailing a couple of the ones listed on the Alphasmart website and got no response. I tried phoning them and again, no response. Finally, when I can to the last number on the list…I got an answer. A real live man answered the phone on the second ring! He talked to me about the NEO and took my order over the phone. Very hassle free. And in less than a week NEO arrived at my doorstep!!! :D

The guy that was so helpful was Rick Stuible, and his email is rick@secrest.ca if there are any other Canadians out there looking for a way to get this nifty writing tool! His toll free phone number is 1 888 292 5815 and he’s very easy to talk to, and very knowledgeable about the product!

And because I’m so happy to have a way to get around and write instead of sitting in the same chair all day…I figured I’d show you a tidbit from THE DEVIL INSIDE, the novella that was recentl contracted by Liquid Silver Books, and is currently what I’m editing.

So click below to met Gina Devlin, one of my favorite heroines.
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In this article Jennifer Berman, M.D. and founder of the Female Sexual Medicine Center at UCLA says, “You can’t be open to great sex if you’re closed off to the everyday thrills in the world around you.”

This sounds good to me so I keep reading, but then she goes on to give hint’s about how you can open yourself up to more of the everyday thrills in your life. Things like enjoying the way a cashmere sweater feels against your skin, or savoring a glass of red wine…But to be honest, I didn’t even read the rest of the article. First off, cashmere and red wine that’s worth savoring aren’t part of my daily life. Secondly, I don’t really want to listen to some M.D. tell me how to “open” myself up to more sensations. (As if I NEED to do that when I’m single. :plain: ) Thirdly, I’d rather hear what real people, real women have to say about how THEY do this.

I’d honestly have to say I think I get alot more of a thrill from writing a steamy scene than touching a cashmere sweater can ever give me. In fact, a lot of my ‘daily thrills’ come from my writing :P

Okay, maybe that’s not so much funny as it is…pititful. Let’s forget that. :crazy:

How about, what do you do when you want to feel sexy? You know, we all have those days when we feel ugly no matter what we actually see when we look in the mirror. So, what do you on those days?

Me? I put on my old jeans that are baggy and make me feel skinny, a tight top that shows of my cleavage, and dark red lipstick. Not sure why, but this usually works to make me feel like I good.

I have to go to the dentist today! :crazy:

Then I have to work lunch at the restaurant. :doze:

I hope they don’t freeze my mouth so much I spit on my customers when I take their order. I won’t make much in tips that way. :laugh: