Sasha White

For Mothers Day my Dad baught my Mom a 2 perso manicure, pdicure, massage at the spa. Guess who she took? :D

It was nice. I love it especially because my Mom has NEVER had any of those things before. She was so worried after the pedicure we had to go to the dollar store and buy her some flip-flops so she didn’t ruin her pedicure on the drive home. :hehe:

My pedicure was good, the manusure sucks. I thinkthe nail polish was old or something and it was all gluey (is that a word?)

You know what I mean, right?

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I spent all day yesterday working on the June issue, the first issue, of my eZine. Thanks to Beth’s help it actually looks like a magazine too! :D

The Secret Thoughts eZine has News, Hot story excerpts, Industry articles, and some Fun stuff like contests and a Q & A about what men and women are really saying when they’re breaking up from Os at The Social Alchemist blog that I enjoy.

So, if you haven’t subscribed already, now’s your chance.

Sign up for Sasha’s Newsletter

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I know, I know. ABDUCTION isn’t going to be available until July…but GH and TDI are available now, and MEANDROS will be on June 5th.

I had this made for promotional purposes. SO GREAT! I look at it and I feel a bit awed. I wrote those stories! Me!

You know, sometimes I can’t help but wonder if I’m kidding myself my saying I’m a writer. But when I look at something like this…I admit to feeling a bit of pride, and a sense of accomplishment. It helps remind me to push on, keep at it.

What small things give you a kick in the pants and remind you of your goals like nothing else can?

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I was happy to find out that I’m not the only one that finds pretty funky things on the internet when doing “research” for my stories. Thanks to Barabra for this . . .uhmmm .. . interesting article about the benifits of semen.

And Kate Rothwell for this one…follow the links…it was enlightening. :P

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I admit it. I got choked up watching American Idol tonight.

My breath caught in my throat, my chest got tight, and I sat alone in my living room grinning from ear to ear like an idiot.

It happened last night when I was watching The Contender too.

Some people denigrate these shows because they’re reality shows. But you know what? This isn’t just a group of strangers put in a house or on an island to fight over money. These people are going after their dreams. How can you NOT cheer them on?

Can you imagine how it felt for those people to get on that stage in a huge arena like that, on television, and sing with THEIR idols? Carrie got to sing with Rascal Flats, and Bo got to sing with Leonard Skynard. Those moments are DREAMS COMING TRUE.

Or for the boxers on The Contender to get a chance to meet/get to know/train with Sugar Ray Lenard and Sylvester Stallone?

And they happened because they went for it!

Even the ones that try out, and are absolutely terrible…you have to give them credit for chasing their dreams. It takes faith, perseverance, and guts to go after what you want. To face ridicule and rejection, and to keep on keeping on.

There are many days when I just don’t want to write. I don’t want to sit in front of a computer, I don’t want to think, I don’t want to open up an email . . . or an envelope and see a rejection letter. But then I think about what I do want. I do want to be self-employed. I do want to see my name on bookstore shelves. I do want to share the stories that fill my head. I do want people to read those stories, and find some enjoyment or escape from their own worries and troubles.

I have posters on my walls with motivational sayings like “All Glory comes from daring to begin.” And “Success doesn’t come to you, you go to it.” One of the things on the bulletin board in front of me, is a page from a sports calendar that is a couple of years old, but I keep it because it helps me stay motivated those off days. The saying on it; “Some people dream of worthy accomplishments while others stay awake and do them.”

It almost makes me wish there was a big writing contest like that. But, with my luck it would be American, and they wouldn’t accept Canadians. Plus, it would probably pretty boring to sit and watch people read, not very interactive at all. I can say having Angela Knight critique The Devil Inside, and say she was impressed is something I’ll always remember. (And yes, I STILL have the email, and a printed copy of her critique to remind myself that if she liked it…I’m on the right track.) But, I have to say if I had a chance to live an interactive moment (or hour) with one of my idols, I think I’d choose to work out with Chuck Norris.

That man is amazing. There’s so much more to him than his movies and TV series (Walker; Texas Ranger) But that’s another post.

This is the end of this one…but I would like to know…what would you choose to do if given the chance to interact with an Idol of your own?

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Yay! I can finally tell!! Well, any of you that don’t know already.

My friend and cp Celia Stuart has accepted and offer to publish her Novella Dancehall Diaries: Lynette, with LSB!!

I can brag for her and say she had another offer too, but chose to go with LSB. I think I convinced her we could have a lot of fun writing for the same publisher. ;)

Also! I’m so excited The Contender!! WHoooHoooo!! It was great fight, but ultimately heart won out.

Another battle I watched tonite was Bo and Carrie on American Idol. Won’t know for sure until tomorrow who wins. But My vote (if Canadian votes counted) wouldb be for Bo.

I get so inspired by watching others go for thier dreams. I really truely believe we can all do what we want, get what we want, if only we work hard and persevere.

So, with that in mins, I’m going to try to seduce more of you into purchasing my latest release from LSB The Devil Inside by posting another excerpt. Okay, so Maybe I won’t be the one seducing you…Caleb will.

Enjoy!

Excerpt
They stepped into the small apartment and she closed the door behind him. When she faced him once again he reached out and cupped her cheek. Her skin was so pale, so smooth and soft to the touch. He burned to touch her all over, to taste her, to fill her … to connect with her.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked hoarsely.
He stepped aside to let her lead the way. Once in her room she moved to the lamp beside the bed and surprised him by turning it on. Facing him once again, she smiled naughtily and started to unbutton her blouse. Moving forward quickly, he grabbed her hands.
“Uh-uh,” he said. “That’s my job.”
He lowered his head and took her lips in a hard kiss. He tasted the sweetness of the Spanish dessert, and the uniqueness that was her personal flavor. Fire raced through his veins, replacing blood as his mouth ate at hers. The primitive need to make her his, to give her more pleasure than any other man ever had, vibrated through him. His fingers worked at the small buttons quickly before he forced himself to slow down. He pulled back and sucked in some air. He wasn’t going to lose control, not this time.
When the buttons were all undone he pulled the shirt slowly down her arms, his fingers caressing her smooth skin as he went. Tossing the shirt aside, he kissed her bare shoulder gently and nibbled his way up her neck. When he got to the soft spot behind her ear, she moaned and her arms tightened around him, a shiver racing through her body.
That’s more like it. He wanted to have her trembling and crying out his name. He wanted her to burn the same way he did.
The firm round cheeks of her ass filled his hands and he pulled her hips against his. The feel of her softness against his hardness brought it all home to him. Their differences: her soft, him hard, her free-spirited, him solid and calm. But together, they sparked off each other, and both went up in flames.
He gripped the elastic waist of her skirt, pulled it down over her hips, and let it drop to the floor.
“Beautiful,” he muttered at his first full look at Gina’s semi-naked form. Standing there in nothing but a few tiny scraps of leopard print material and black heels, she stole the breath from his lungs. Reaching out, he trailed his fingertips across the swell of her breasts, down over her gently curved belly, and fought to find the right words to tell her what he saw. What he felt. “You’re perfect.”
Her eyes gleamed with pleasure when he stepped forward, backing her up until her knees hit the edge of the bed, forcing her to sit. Dropping to his knees between her spread thighs, he leaned in and kissed her again.
Unable to be satisfied with the just the taste of her mouth, he ran his hands over her silky skin, feeling the play of supple muscles beneath as his hands circled her. With a sharp jerk he pulled her hips to the edge of the bed and settled himself between her thighs.
With his shoulders keeping her legs spread wide, he bent his head and inhaled her scent. Musky, with a hint of spice. Unable to stop himself, he pressed his lips against the scrap of material still covering her.

So? Are you seduced? ;)

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said. . .“A fixation on career could be coming at just the right time. Look to increase your professional activities by making as many commitments to the right people as possible.”

But since I didn’t read it yesterday, I think I’ll claim it as todays. Mind you, I did talk to my BL editor yesterday, and work on some story crap I’ve been stuck on for a while. Maybe, just maybe, something I did yesterday will have a GOOD long lasting effect. :D

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This guy isn’t exactly young….but he is inspiring!

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if I’ll ever have a serious romantic relationship. Other than with the heroes in my books that is.

This isn’t an “I hate being single” post, because honestly, I sorta love being single. I love living alone, and having no-one to answer to. I love being able to do what I want when I want. Like today, I didn’t get out of bed until 12:30 in the afternoon, and after getting up, showering, eating breakfast while checking emails, I went back to bed for a nap.

It was then, during that mental floating time when you’re in a light doze that this thought popped into my head. Probably because I was feeling all cuddly and I didn’t have any one to snuggle up to. From there my mind went to the fact that I’ve never had serious relationship. I’ve never had someone I’d even call a boyfriend, let alone someon I’d live with.

Could I live with someone? I mean, I’m 35 years old now, and I’ve been on my own since I was 17. I’m pretty set in my ways and I like my space, I’m not sure I want to share it with someone. I’m not sure I could.

Part of me thinks regular sex would make it all worthwile. The cuddling on the couch on a lazy afternoon would be nice too. If I could find a man that would do my laundry I’d definitely consider it. I like to cook so I could trade cooking duties for laundry duties.

Today was the first time in a while that these sorts of thoughts entered my mind, and the the first time in a long time that I didn’t feel lonely when thinking them. It was a nice realization that I was content with that part of my life after the restlessness of the past week.

After all, if I was in a relationship, and I got restless, I wouldn’t be able to just take off to recharge myself in the mountians for the weekend could I?

I feel a trip to Jasper coming on soon.

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