Sasha White

Ok. I was supposed to write yesterday. And I thought about it alot, but really,. I didn’t get much done.

Not sure why, I guess I just neededa day away from it. I usually take Saturdays away from my computer. So I used the NEO, and got some stuff done, but now I have to upload it and see if any of it’s usable. Which is questionable.

And ofcourse, now that I’ve gone into hermit mode and am trying to catch up to my deadlines, three ex’s of mine walk back into my life this weekend. Well, ok, one called, the other actually walked into the bar on Friday night. Then another one called today. What’s with that? When It rains it pours. And you know what? None of them are guys I really care about. How sad is that? Ok, I am still attracted sexually to one of them. But I know it would never work, and he and I . . . well, I don’t even think we like each other. We just happen to have really good chemistry.

Strangely, I’m not to worked up either way about it. I just wonder if a newsletter went out to them or something for them to all show up within two days of each other. :doze:

Any strange cosmic things happening to you this weekend?

Good morning y’all! Greetings from your guest blogger. Sasha is taking the day off, but whe wanted me to make sure I announced the winner of the contest from yesterday for the autographed book. It’s EVE! WOO-HOO! Congrats girl! :D

And now for the show…
A subject that’s been on my mind. Hip-hugger pants. I have to tell you, I always thought they were weird looking when I was 10 years old and wearing them 27 years ago. And now that they’re back in style. Ye gods! :crazy:

These things can make a 105 pound girl look fat because skin rolls out of the top of them. I’ve seen young girls with the waist so low, that their pubic bones were showing. Another inch and we’d see the actual pubes! Leave a little to the imagination at least, girls. :crazy:

As a woman who has birthed two children, I have a baby pooch belly. I cannot even fathom the possibility of wearing pants that low. I’d scare children and dogs! :O Yet, it doesn’t seem to stop some older women, I mean over 40, from wearing them. Ladies, ladies, ladies… you can look sexy without trying to look 16. Sorta like spandex, limited quantity please!

And that’s what’s been on my mind, but at least, not on my ass. :rolleyes:

Imagine for a moment that we are not alone, that there are others species out there, intent on making our planet their home. Imagine too that they are willing to kill us to live here.

I am an Alien Huntress.

WHoo Hooo, this was a great book! Really. You should read it. And guesse what? You can be entered into a draw to win a free signed by author Gena Showalter copy today. Right here. Right now!!

How do you do this? You have to be creative for a minute. You need to post a comment below, telling me that if you could be any magical/sci-fi creature in the world, what you choose to be?

Me? I think I’d want to be a shapshifter.

I’ll post the winners name here on my blog, tomorrow.

Also, for some fun today, there’s some new bloggers for y’all to go visit. Beth is one my friends, and a great writer of erotic westerns. (and no, they are NOT cowboys loves cowboys kind. ) Stacey is a real sweetheart that I met in Reno at the RWA conference (psst! she let me stand in a long line with her so I could get this book to give away to all, instead of making me go to the end) And, Amber’s Back!

Some of you may remember a blog I used to have on my sidebar called “According to Amber”? I loved it…but she quit blogging. Well, she’s back now…so be sure to drop by and say hi!!

Mystery is my cat. She’s cute. She’s talkative, and she gets a bit pissy when I spend too much time on the computer and not paying attention to her.

And like any female, she sometimes tries to use her feminine wiles to get attention. I call this her Porn Star Pose. :P

Anyone want a cat?

Remember the fantasy story last Wednesday? Well, this is it again, only JJ added a bit at the end. Next week we’ll finsih it up for you. fo rnow..it’s still a tease. ;)

I was sitting in the hotel’s bar. I didn’t know anyone in this large city but I’d be damned if I was going to just go to my room like a good girl. It was fun watching the players try to score. It was even more fun watching the ice hard business women shoot them down.

“I’ll have what she’s having,” a deep voice purred from just behind me.

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Last night, I finally finished my short story TRANSPLANT. It’s the sequel to my very first attempt at sci- fi Abduction, from Amber Quill Press. As usual, I wonder if it’s any good or if I’ll get laughed off the internet by people that say I suck. But then I got an email pointing me inthe direction of This.

It made me feel a lot better about TRANSPLANT’s chances of survival.

Next project is THE CRIB. An erotica novella for Kensington’s new, as-yet-unnamed erotica line.
I put one of those nifty little meters in the sidebar so you can track my progress. But today, I’m taking a small break from writing. I’ve been reading Gina Showalter’s AWAKEN ME DARKLY which I bought and had autographed when I was in Reno. I’m hooked. It’s great. Not saying anymore now.

Except that, when I was in Reno for the RWA conference Kick-ass author Gena was nice enough to give me an extra signed copy so that I can give it away to you all. That will be on Friday. Why wait? Cuz I want to do something fun on Friday for the weekend.so be sure to come back for a chance to win The book!

In that perfect time between sleep, and wakefulness, I often feel a hand creep between my thighs. My hand. In search of pleasure, but in no hurry. I don’t spread my legs crudely and begin diddling right away. I just sneak my hand in there and let it lie firm against my center.

It’s a slow gentle lazy kiss. An erotic exchange of breath that fills my heart with joy and my body with ecstasy.

Many people believe that erotica is all about sex. To me, it’s about the emotions sex can elicit.

I have a confession. Sometimes I think about quitting writing.

This isn’t going to be a post full of doubts about myself, sales, talent, or luck . . . or anything like that. It’s about desires. And hopes for the future.

I don’t know if I’d quit writing completely, or just quite trying to make a career out of it. And I don’t think about quiting because it’s hard (even thought it can be) or because I don’t like writing, because I do. Sometimes I even love it.

It’s because I have a hard time balancing my life. I tend to be a bit of an obsessive personality, and I like to really focus on what I’m doing. It’s always worked well for me before, but for the last couple of years I’ve found it hard to split my focus between my night job that pays the bills, weight loss and a battle for a healthy body, and my writing, something that I love to do and hope I can build a solid future on.

At other times I think about quitting my night job, quitting the gym and becoming a complete writing hermit. I can clearly imagine myself sitting at a my computer all day and night eating potatoe chips and chocolate. And the occasional pizza. If I did this I could let my imagination run wild, and write stories full of hot sex and satisfying endings even if not the “traditional” Happy Ever After.

Strangely, the only thing that keeps me from becoming a hermit and living in my own little world is the HOPE that someday, I’ll actually find someone to share my life with. Someone that just maybe I can find a satisfying, if not traditional, ever after with.

And I can’t meet that someone if I become a complete hermit.

I went to see Four Brothers Today.

I enjoyed it, but then again I always enjoy Mark Wahlberg. Anyway, the movie. There were no surprises in the plot, the action was good, as was the acting itself.

To me, the best thing about it was the obvious comraderie between the brothers. I loved to watch them wrestle and show the love. Made me wish I was closer to my own brother.

All in all. I say, if you like action flicks, go see the movie!