Tuesday, October 3rd, 2006
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Tuesday, September 12th, 2006
Well, it was a full moon weekend in every sense of the word last weekend. Work on Friday night was full of people not quite right in the head. I did a signing at a local bookstore on Saturday night, and spent the rest of the weekend watching FIREFLY, the series. I’d seen the movie SERENITY already, but not the series. I liked it alot. Sucks that it’s gone.
In other news …. not much. 
Really, my life is once again boring..so I’m just here to say Hi. :)
Oh, and ofcourse, show you this….
Wednesday, August 23rd, 2006
Dear Cupid,
I’ve tried very hard to be patient. I waited until I was almost 30 before I called for you the first time. I’ve done my best to try not to be a pest. I’ve searched and searched, and moved on and around. I’ve tested and tried but have had no success.
My life is good, I know I’ve got more than most, but it feels so very empty, almost like I’m a ghost.
I’ve a big heart and lots of love to give, will you please, once and for all, just answer my call?
Update:
Tom mentioned in the comments that my letter to Cupid should be turned into a poem. I suck at poetry so I told him to go for it, and he did. This is what he wrote…and I absolutely love it!!!
Letter to Cupid
Despite the nights spent in sparkling conversation,
Despite the trips that span the globe and fill the soul with inspiration.
Despite passionate friendships showered with laughter and tears,
Despite it all,
There is an emptiness.
Thirty years spent well and full, have not filled this place
That yearns and cries for warmth and searches, yes searches
For that match that heats the body and the soul both
To a flaming pitch.
And so it is that tonight, instead of writing of love,
Or imagining, or dreaming, I find myself here at my window,
Gazing at the cold starry sky, calling for you, and bear my chest
Pleading for the arrow, the pain, and the potion.
Thanks, Tom!
Tuesday, August 15th, 2006
Okay, so I use the internet alot in my research. My co-workers and friends get tired of me constantly askginthem what their favorite sexual fantasy is or if they’ve ever been spanked. LOL
Anyway, this new Sex Toy blog was brought to my attention, and I think you should check it out. Maybe some day I can work a deal with a toy manufacturer so I can offer toys to those that buy my books. 
Don’t you think that would be cool?
Monday, July 24th, 2006
You are going to come to me. And when you reach my door you will find a blindfold hanging on the doorknob and the door open a crack. Enter the room, close the door behind you and put on the blindfold. Then wait there quietly for me.
I lead you into the center of the room. “Stand still,” I tell you. “You are my personal playground…and I want to play uninterrupted.”
My hand reaches out and I trail my fingers across your shoulders as I stroll around your body. I start to undress you at my leisure, stroking your muscles, nibbling on your ear, your neck. Pressing my body full length against yours. The feel of your heart pounding in your chest is strong under my hand as I scrape my nails lightly across your nipple.
You feel my breasts against your chest, my nipples hardening as they rub against the hair on your body as I sink to my knees and examine your cock. Looking at it, breathing on it, I touch it lightly, lick it and – no! I won’t suck it now…that will be your reward for behaving…if you continue to do so.
It is time for you to work…I lead you over to the couch and sit down.
“On your knees,” I command.
I spread my thighs for you and tell you to get on your knees and use only your mouth to please me, no hands. Do you think you can do that? Do you think you can make me cum with only your lips and tongue? I hope you can…for your sake.
Once you have gotten me ready I am going to lay you down and straddle you. Slip that hard cock into my wetness and ride you until I cum. You may not come! Remember…you are MY playground.
If I feel you have behaved well I will reward you. What that reward is will be a surprise…one I know already you will enjoy. But if you misbehave…the punishment will be something I enjoy!
Saturday, July 8th, 2006
Okay,…so in THE CRIBhe drives a black and red Indian Spirit…and he has stubble, but it basically shaved…this is still him…the photo is just a year old..and the Spirit is a new bike. *grin*
There was a drool-worthy black, red and chrome Indian Spirit parked at the curb in front of the bar. Since I didn’t recognize the bike, and there certainly couldn’t be many of those beauties around, I guessed it was Devon’s. But he wasn’t anywhere I could see.
With a glance up and down the street, I took a couple steps and checked around the corner.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when I saw a beat-up Ford idling halfway down the alley. Devon was bent over at the waist, passing something inside to the driver. He straightened up, shook his head sharply and patted the roof of the car as he turned to walk back the street.
I knew the second he saw me. He steps didn’t falter, and his posture never changed, but I knew. And I knew it bothered him. The car pulled away quickly, and I cursed the fact that I couldn’t read the plate from that distance.
Devon’s loose-limbed gait was almost predatory as he came toward me. My heart rate sped up and my nipples hardened at the same time I realized that Devon might just be the man I was looking for, the killer.
My mind raced and my body screamed at me not to think. Thinking was bad. Thinking meant no more mind-blowing orgasms from this man.
Shit!
Our eyes locked as he came toward me and a shiver danced down my spine. A good shiver . . . a yummy shiver of anticipation.
“You all done here?”
I nodded slowly, eyes still locked with his while I tried to get my body back under control and process what I’d just seen. “Who was that?”
He eyed me, his grey eyes sharp and measuring. The look of someone with something to hide. “Just a friend.”
“You have a lot of friends that hang out in dark alley’s in the middle of the night?”
“Some.” His lips titled up at one corner. “You ready to go?”
We eyed each other for minute, both of us waiting to see what I would do next. Giving myself a mental headshake, I cupped a hand over his groin, and stepped close enough that my lips brushed against his when I answered, “The real question is . . . are you ready?”
His hand came up and cupped the back of my head, pulling me that last millimeter until his mouth came down on mine. His fingers clenched and with slow steady pressure he bent my head back, taking complete control of the kiss.
Firm lips, agile tongue, and sharp teeth ravaged my mouth chasing all thoughts from my mind. My fingers curled inward, gripping him, and I squirmed closer to the hard male body in front of me.
“Ack!”
The sharp cry slipped out when the hand pulled my head back sharply, ripping my mouth away from his, and bringing me back to earth with a slam.
“What do you think, Alexis?” His eyes bore into mine. “Am I ready?”
It was in that moment that I realized I wasn’t thinking straight. Hell I wasn’t thinking at all!
My instincts told me Devon was the man I wanted, but not the one I hunted. But for once, I wasn’t a hundred percent sure I could trust them.
“I think it’s time you take me home.”
He planted a hard and fast kiss on my lips before he stepped around me and went for the bike at the curb. He pulled a plain black skullcap out of one of the studded saddlebags, and handed it to me before throwing a leg over the bike. Feeling the seductive thrill of danger and lust sweep through me, I climbed on behind him, tucking my skirt under my butt.
It soon became apparent to me that I was stuck between heaven and hell. Being on a motorcycle is always a high. But cradling Devon’s hard body between my bare thighs while the low growl of the motorcycles engine vibrated against my sex was its own kind of purgatory.
As if sensing this, as soon as I directed Devon to the nearby Motel where I’d rented a room, he reached for one of my hands and placed it between his legs. Right on the hard cock that I’d been so desperate to ride earlier that night. The whole time my hand explored his size, shape, the fullness of his balls, I wondered exactly who he was, what he’d been up to in the alley, and how the hell he knew my full name was Alexis.
So… tell me what do you think of Devon, and be entered to win a free copy of THE CRIB. I’ll pick the winner Monday Morning.
Tuesday, July 4th, 2006
