Friday, February 20, 2009

Checking In

Not a lot today. It's head down writing. I HAVE to get this piece done this weekend. The new podcast is up at Aural Sex. The link is to the left in my favorite blogs. I've also posted my newsletter on my loop. You can access the loop here. Be sure to enter the contest in the newsletter.

Happy reading!
~~B

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Once More

The Courage Campaign is still going on. More than 800,000 people have signed the petition. The date has been extended to Mar. 2. You can sign now, if you haven't already. Below is the original video with the original music.

Here's the link to sign: SIGN NOW


"Fidelity": Don't Divorce... from Courage Campaign on Vimeo.

You know what sucks? Besides people who love each other deeply being forcibly divorced--'cause that's worse. Having your internet go down. I'm without net until Thursday sometime unless I truck out to some place that has wi-fi for their customers. I will be, but it puts a crimp in my day.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Brit Party Wins!!

First off: Cuddles and ChaCha have posted their first podcast at Aural Sex. It's not a live podcast so you can listen at any time. Check it out!!!

Earlier this week, I had some great news. Brit Party won Best Anthology of 2008 from Rites of Romance Reviews.

BLURB:

Dana’s job title is scientist not babysitter. She’s irritated when her boss slates her to accompany department bad boys, Christopher and Jason, to a meeting in London on her weekend off. Since her job transfer to England, she’s hidden her attraction to the much younger men. Unfortunately, the attraction seems to be growing every day and every night she fantasises about them. Three days virtually alone with them will be no fantasy and might instead be an embarrassing disaster. But…

Jason and Christopher have had their eyes on Dana since she joined their department. Through a little finagling they’ve arranged for her to be part of this trip. They’re sure her project is a spot on compliment to theirs and her presence will be an ideal addition to their bed. Now all they have to do is convince her that the bad boys will make her perfect boy toys. Forever.

OTHER REVIEWS FOR BRIT PARTY:

OUTSTANDING READ!! Boys Toys by the talented Brynn Paulin is the next story in this anthology. I loved the whole concept of this story! It’s a great combination of smart characters, interesting plot and incredible sex! ~~Simply Romance Reviews

Brynn Paulin turns the heat up. Boy Toys is an engaging read. ~~NovelTalk

BRIT PARTY is a fabulously scorching collection of ménage that is certain to bring about the need to douse some flames. I absolutely adored this multiple partnered tale, and I am hard pressed to pick one story that was better than the others.~~Novel Talk

REVIEWER TOP PICK!! All six of these writers are clearly talented, having written several stand-alone books throughout their careers. They don’t disappoint this time around by giving expertly compiled stories of romance filled with erotic pleasure that leave us breathless and wanting more... If you’re looking for an enticing and exhilarating read to keep on your bookshelf, this is the one. ~~Night Owl Romance

EXCERPT: A hot bath, some hot thoughts, perhaps a quick but hot finger-fuck and maybe she’d relax. She needed to forget the idea of sex with Christopher and Jason. They were her co-workers, for God’s sake. She might need affirmation that she was still a sensual woman, but not with them. Trouble was, she didn’t really want anyone else, even if it was career suicide.

She just needed to keep this obsession to herself. They didn’t need to know.

Four hours in a car with them was about three hours fifty-five minutes too long. Their presence had seemed to fill the vehicle while their scents…

Their colognes were different yet similar with woodsy under-notes which mixed with their natural aromas to knock her off balance. It was such an intoxicating blend of…man. Her sex throbbed as she recalled it. He ex’s scent had never spurred such arousal. It was namby pamby at best and didn’t inspire thoughts of being dragged up against a warm, hard chest. Or two.

She grinned. She was so bad, imagining both Christopher and Jason at once. Fucking the two of them had been the theme of her fantasies for months and she didn’t reckon that would change any time soon. There was something decidedly naughty about the idea of taking her pleasure with two men…but the fact that they were both ten years her junior titillated her senses beyond reason. She chuckled. In her dreams they could be her boy toys.

Mmm…yeah. Her own personal boy toys ripe for her bidding. She liked that.

Slowly, she unbuttoned her shirt. Her eyes drifted shut as she thought of Jason, his intent chocolate brown eyes filled with passion as he reached for her while Christopher reached for his fly. Jason would be the unbuttoning type. Christopher would be a ripper. Since she didn’t want to ruin her blouse, she went with the least destructive.

His fingers would graze her breasts as he slowly pushed one pearlised button after another through the holes. Her breath caught as knuckles brushed her skin. Her nipples tightened without being touched and suddenly her lacy, underwire bra seemed too tight. A sigh trembled from between her lips as her top slipped down her arms and floated to the bathroom’s tiled floor to land beside the skirt she’d discarded earlier.

Moisture flooded her pussy, lubricating the folds she’d soon caress. Moaning, she cupped her breasts enclosed in Victoria’s Secret’s finest. Sexy lingerie was her secret indulgence and one she’d never fed when she’d been with her ex. He didn’t care what she wore…she did. Now she bought what she wanted and what she wanted was naughty panties and bras. No one else saw them but they made her feel good.

Her cream seeped into the silk over her sex as she imagined her boy toys seeing what she wore beneath her suits. One hand drifted down over her slightly rounded belly. She ran her palm over the garter holding up her stocking. Christopher would kneel in front of her and run his hands over her silk encased legs. Of the two, he was the more tactile. She’d nearly gone through the roof when he’d put his hand on her back earlier. Only a bite to the inside of her lip had stopped a moan and the urge to beg him to slide his hand south.

She did moan now as she tormented her nipple with one hand and pushed the fingers of the other beneath her satin and lace panties. Sensations shot between her breasts and pussy, making her thighs tremble. The muscled in her abdomen tightened as heat coiled in her womb and her body readied for an impending explosion.

Not yet. She wanted this to last. She wanted to be so sated that she wouldn’t think of Jason and Christopher for a few hours. Like that would happen…but she happily deluded herself while she slipped her fingers through her nether curls. Her folds were slippery as she leisurely stroked through them turned on by how turned on she was. She flicked over her clit, shuddering as lightning surged through her.

She jumped as a knock rattled on her door. She struggled from the sexual haze which had enveloped her. Spinning, she spied the white courtesy robe left out by the hotel’s housekeeping. Slipping into the voluminous garment, she tied the belt tightly around her waist and kicked off her heels. The knock came again accompanied by a deep, “Room service.”

She sighed. Christopher. What timing. What would he think if he knew she’d been fantasising about him touching her just moments before? After flipping open the deadbolt, she swung open the door. Her eyes went wide at the sight of not one but both of her companions outside the door. They’d changed and were now dressed in faded, low slung jeans and T-shirts which clung to their muscled curves. Damn, these men didn’t look like scientists…they looked like models. Hot, well-developed models.

They crowded into her room before she could stop them, and Jason pushed shut the door. He held a champagne glass in his hand. She realised that Christopher did as well—actually, he had two glasses and a bottle of bubbly. Where the hell had they gotten that? She’d wager it was even chilled.

“We thought maybe you’d like a drink,” he said, reaching to set the glasses and bottle on the counter just beyond her. Jason’s followed.

She shook her head, her heart starting an erratic pounding rhythm. “Guys, this isn’t a good idea—”

“It’s a perfect idea,” Christopher responded, stepping close so that the space between them disappeared. So did her air. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t think. The sexual haze returned, clouding her vision.

“And a long time coming…” Jason added, taking her trembling hand. His lips closed over her fingers as Christopher’s mouth covered hers. All thoughts of saying no, all reasons to deny this, disappeared. She wrapped her free arm around Christopher’s neck. Lifting on her toes, she opened for his thrusting tongue while she pressed her breasts to his chest. The thick terrycloth stymied feeling him fully, but it couldn’t disguise the hard planes pushing at her nipples.

“Mmm, what’s this I taste?” Jason growled. “Naughty, naughty girl. Having a bit of fun were we?”

Have a hot weekend!
~~B

Thursday, February 12, 2009

How Much Is Enough?

So on Monday, I posted about being the Patsy of teenage sex. I’m really not that bad. I’ve just been a long believer of my kids having the information they need—and that includes knowing my expectations for them. My husband and I have been pretty clear with them on that since they were young. Drugs, alcohol, cigarettes, sex…there are no questions.

What brings this up? My ninth grader has been having sex ed class for six weeks. Six weeks! Sheesh. We had one hour when I was in school. Times have changed. Some schools are having ‘Don’t have sex’ classes. Sex Ed or No Sex Ed? I think I’d prefer they had the Sex Ed class. The other while a nice ideal, seems unrealistic. Kids need the info to keep them safe and though times have changed, many parents still don’t tell what they need to. Do they think if they don’t mention sex that their kids won’t do it? I don’t know. Okay, so I nearly had a heart attack when my son came home and told me the teacher had brought in a fake penis and demonstrated how to put on condoms. Then he told me that the teacher showed them the female condom and showed how it worked with the penis.

I shouldn’t have asked the smartass question about diagrams.

To be clear, I’m not upset about the amount of information the kids are getting in that class. I’ve also been a long time believer that curiosity is a big factor in early sex. Alleviating the factor of curiosity is a good thing. But I’m a realist. Sex happens. I can only hope that they’ll heed me and the code I’ve instilled in them since they were young and wait.

But I still wonder…as far as teaching, how much is too much?

Have a great day.

~~B

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Coolness!

Something cool happened a few days ago. To tell you what it is, I need to give you background. I have two stat counters on this blog. One gives me data such as where my hits come from, raw data on daily hits and referrals. For a long time this was my only counter, but it went down temporarily in September and I didn’t know if it would come back up. So on September 14th, I added a second counter. That one basically is good for one thing—telling me how many visitors I’ve had. I like it because it excludes my IP address so it never counts me as a hit.

Anyway, since September 14th I’ve had over 2000 hits. Yay!! In fact, as of the writing of this blog (I write them several days ahead), I have had 2050 hits.

In other news, you will soon get to hear me on my podcast, Aural Sex, in my persona of ChaCha Tuloose. My partner in crime is Dakota Rebel. I’ll let her tell you about her persona in her own time. We’ve set up everything and as soon as we load podcasts, I’ll post the link to our site. In the mean time, we’re accepting letters and personal stories to be part of our segments. Just don’t expect anything serious. We’re not medical professionals and the cast is for entertainment only.

Finally, most important:
Ken Starr, who led the campaign to impeach President Bill Clinton, filed a legal brief last month -- on behalf of the "Yes on 8" campaign -- that would forcibly divorce 18,000 same-sex couples who were married in California last year before the passage of Prop 8.

Watch "Fidelity" and sign the letter to the state Supreme Court. Tell the Supreme Court to invalidate Prop 8, reject Ken Starr's case, and let loving, committed couples marry. DEADLINE: Valentine's Day.



Click here to sign.
~~B

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

This Week’s Playlist

Once a week, I put together a playlist to listen to while I’m working. I’m thinking I’ll share that with you. If nothing else, it demonstrates the absolute randomness of my musical tastes. At last count I had 720 songs in my music queue. This week’s playlist is called Seat Dancin’. Here are the selections:

The Rockafeller Skank by Fatboy Slim (I bet you know this one even if you think you don’t)
God Bless the USA by Lee Greenwood
Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen
What’s Your Fantasy by Ludacris
You’re So Vain by Carly Simon
The Devil Went Down to Georgia by The Charlie Daniels Band
Citizen Soldier by 3 Doors Down
Thank God I’m a Country Boy by Billy Dean
Bitch by Meredith Brooks
Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode
Hotel California by The Eagles
I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor
Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffet
Sweet Home Alabama by Leonard Skynyrd
Vogue by Madonna
Losing My Religion by REM
Livin’ La Vida Loca by Ricky Martin
Push It by Salt n Pepa
Follow Me by Uncle Kracker
Baby Got Back by Sir Mix-a-lot
Killing Me Softly by Kimberly Caldwell
Respect by Aretha Franklin
Unbelievable by EMF
Freakin’ It by Will Smith
That Thing You Do by The Wonders
MMMBop by Hanson

Well, there you have it. The Brynn’s Eclecti-collection for the week. Have a nice day—I hope everything’s in rhythm.
~~B

Monday, February 9, 2009

Being a Patsy

It was a valiant effort, but I’ve finally succumb to the cold that’s been plaguing my family. Everyone else has gotten it. Not me. Until now.

My throat feels like someone’s been rubbing it with sandpaper for hours. Sipping tea helps but only while I’m sipping it. Immediately afterward, it’s back to the pain. Breathing seems to acerbate the situation.

In other equally painful news, my youngest son is going to his first formal dance in two weeks. Talk about kicking me in the chest. I was expecting four more years before this. When he asked to go to the dance and I said, sure I don’t see why not I didn’t realize it was the Sweetheart Swirl. Dang, I feel ancient.

My older son really has no interest in going. I’d be concerned at his apparent lack of interest in girls, but he’s in ninth grade, the selection is small and I was privy to this:

This past summer, our next door neighbor who’s admittedly quite good looking was sunbathing in her front yard. Her husband who’s chummy with my kids said to my son: I know you're looking.

My son says: Geez! What’s not to look at?

I’ve also heard the same son referring to his Biology teacher in conversation as ‘The Hot Bomb’. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to decipher that slang.

Since he’s a nice kid and pretty straight-laced, he gets away with this, although we repeatedly discuss appropriate. He likes to tease me about being ‘Patsy’ who’s some overzealous mom in commercials about drugs. “Don’t be a Pasty, Mom,” he says. I guess I would be the Patsy of teenage sex. My son asked for gum the other day and it ended up as a full-out abstinence talk. He says, I just wanted some gum.

My poor kids have freaks for parents. Anyway, for your edification, I have attached the Patsy video. I should mention...I have never done the shower thing to get my kids' attention. Egad!

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Personality Tests

So I had to take a personality test yesterday for a class I’m taking today. The results weren’t a huge surprise. The surprise was that the test is a new incarnation of a test I took ten years ago. The results were the same. Shocker. So later today, I’ll be faced with the instructor telling me I can’t possibly be this personality type, because it’s rare and conflicted. I figure since I got the same results on a test taken so many years apart, it’s probably accurate. The instructor then pegged it pretty well: Do you fight with yourself all the time?

Well, yes. I do. A lot.

I know a lot of people aren’t fans of personality tests. Ironically, many of those people believe in astrological signs, Chinese horoscopes, numerology, magazine quizzes or any number of arbitrary things that ‘determine’ a person’s mode of behavior. Is saying certain people act in a particular way because they were born in March any different than saying you have a certain personality type and therefore you act this way? I don’t think so. Actually with a personality test you have less “predestination” so to speak.

So…my point. Apparently, I’m a leader type. Anyone shocked? I value intelligence. I’m peeved by idiocy. Again, surprised? I’m…well, let’s say particular. I’m opinionated. I research until my head aches just so that I know I’m RIGHT. The test pretty much said all that. Anyone who knows me will say that’s dead on. The nice thing is the results also showed how I temper those hard line items listed above with loyalty and humor and a few other things--and my goodness, they certainly do need tempering. When I’m in a foul mood, they could cut a ten-foot-wide swath through a throng of people. Not good. But I know it and I try to rein it in on most days—you know, unless I get ticked off.

We all of our flaws…and our super powers. It's good information to have. How better to get to where you're going than to know yourself?

Friday, February 6, 2009

Writing at the Speed of Life

Can I just say…

I wish I was writing at the speed of life. Right now, life has run me over and I’ve gotten my foot caught in the brake line and it’s kind of dragging me along at 80 miles per hour. The house. Trashed. The writing. Slow. The job. Could I have 20 more hours a week, please? The family. Cranky. Sick. In need of hugs—which they’ve been getting frequently.

It’s not that anything earth-shattering is happening. I just have about a million and twelve projects going on and I’m working on all of them at once. I’m sure you know how that goes. I’m a multi-tasker. Well, obviously.

As I write this blog, I’m also working on my current manuscript. Do you feel aroused? I’m in the middle of a sex scene. I’m also watching to let the dog in from the backyard. A minute ago I was IMing synopsis help and counseling my child to change out of his school uniform. I guarantee in an hour he still will not have done it.

Held captive between the two of them, her senses exploded. The sharp pine-spice scent of them, the cinnamon taste of Leo, their heat, the rasp of their male skin to hers, the sound of their excited breathing, her heart pounding in her ears…

Oops…that was supposed to be in the manuscript. I better check it for my grocery list.

Have a lovely Friday!!! Oh! And don’t forget to shoot over to the Writer’s Evolution blog. Today is editor day!

~~B

Thursday, February 5, 2009

The New Guard

To some of you, this post might be a little late coming, but I wanted the group I’m about to talk about to get their legs and give you something to see before I posted about them.

As most of you know, I’m a former member of the Oh Get A Grip blog. It was an awesome opportunity and I enjoyed every minute of it. I got to know Anny and Cindy better and to meet James. Dakota just moved higher on my list. What a wonderful group of people! Most of them have blogs of their own—in fact, many of them have several blogs that they participate in. I’m the same way. I have five blogs—six with Grip. We mutually decided it was time to pass the reins of the Grip to someone else. We didn’t want a really well-followed and great blog to die, but we hoped to infuse it was a revitalized life. For those of you who’ve asked over the last two weeks, no, nothing nefarious happened. I’m still friends with Anny, Cindy and Dakota. I don’t really know James, but I wouldn’t cut him dead on the street. He’s a nice guy.

I was sad to end the run on the grip, but I’m thrilled that I leave with my friendships intact—friendships I hope will endure for years to come.

Enter Lisabet Sarai. Lisabet, along with five friends, took over the blog and indeed it’s wonderful. I’ve been impressed by the layout and content of the blog. They’ve done a wonderful job. I think they’ll bring new insights that the followers of the blog will appreciate. This week they’re introducing themselves, but there are nuggets of great information involved. Like with the old Grip crew, you have a bunch of girls and one guy. There’s quite an age, background and location disparity that should lend nicely to a diverse offering. Check it out!!

And as always, I’ll be here. I’m trying to blog more often. Little Mary Sunshine, shining out for the day. I hope yours is great!

~~B

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Simply Chatty

Regarding yesterday’s post, I was glad to see I’m not hanging way out there on a limb when it comes to venom-blogging. Thanks to everyone who commented.

So how do you like my shiny new blog? Yes, I know it’s been evolving for weeks now, but I think I’m finally happy with it. The daisies and the hope of spring remain. It’s especially pretty to me whenever I look outside at the nasty snow. Ick. We’re just shy of 100 inches for the season. I’ve had about enough. But what’s worse is the temperatures. Besides fluctuating like a pendulum, on the down swing we’ve been hitting some freeze your hiney off numbers. Tomorrow morning, when I take the kids to school, it’s supposed to be a lovely 6 degrees Fahrenheit. That’s not as cold as it’s been. A few weeks ago, we hit double digits negative.

In a random swing of topic…what does citizenship mean to you? As I’ve mentioned many times before on my blog, I’m the Scoutmaster of a Boy Scout troop. I’m also the instructor for several badges including the three citizenship badges (world, nation and community). Next week, I’ll start teaching citizenship in the nation. So what does it mean to you?

For the record the other badges I teach are family life, theater and photography. I’ll probably be adding genealogy this year as well. In other off-beat trivia I was also once a radio DJ. Dakota yelled at me yesterday because I don’t mention these things. So there, I have. LOL.

I’ve gotten firm dates for two upcoming releases. I’ve posted them on the Upcoming Releases section to the top left. I’ve also received to great reviews: One for All Chained Up and one for Gentle Control. Both were from Amelia at Joyfully Reviewed. I was sad. I only got one bunny on each… (that’s a joke. There’s not a bunny rating system). Anyway…

All Chained Up:

All Chained Up starts with a bang, and doesn’t let up until the last page of the book. I feel in love with Keera, who faced not only losing her parents but putting up with her brother, who was a royal jerk. Theo is the perfect Dom for her, strong and knowledgeable. And very creative. His use of chains, and other instruments, had me squirming at times.

This novella features characters from Paulin’s previous novels, which I have not read. But that didn’t stop my enjoyment of All Chained Up. It is a well-written, well-researched tale of BDSM that will keep lovers of the genre entranced.


Gentle Control:

Gentle Control is a great addition to the Torrid Tarot line, and to Ms. Paulin’s books on the Cress brothers. I enjoyed the chance to get to know Josh better, especially his pieced, um, you know. His style of domming was wonderfully portrayed, and he and Tempest are perfect together. I especially enjoyed the ending, where Tempest really comes into her own.

Fans of BDSM will enjoy Gentle Control. Although this novella can be read as a stand alone, reading the other books, either before or after this one, will heighten your enjoyment of this book.

Overall, a lovely day.

~~B

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

A Big Laugh

I’ve gotta tell you, I had a great laugh today. I occasionally read a particular blog and it’s hilarious. I used to be a regular reader but found I didn’t have time for such acrimonious drivel. The blogger doesn’t know what the hell she’s talking about. I absolutely love it because she tries to be all opinionated and all she manages to do is make a blathering fool out of herself.

What gets me is that she thinks that she can say hurtful things about people and it’s okay. Since when is that okay for decent human beings? It angers me and I stop laughing when this person starts hurting people—some of them people I know and like. I get especially angry when what she says is untrue because she has no clue in the world about the situations in which these people live or what they think or what they really do.

Speak up and give me a BIG amen if you know exactly the kind of blog I’m talking about. Tell me exactly how you feel about it, because trust me, I REALLY want your opinion and I’m not afraid to hear it.