A Post Halloween Pre Holiday Insanity Just Sayin’

To the Year 2009
I’m counting it down. I cannot WAIT until you’re gone. Even with some of the “ups”, you’ve been a pain in my butt. I can say with confidence that I beat you to the carpet. You didn’t get me with your disappointments, your financial insanity or your constant stress. I’m calling that a win. No matter what you throw at me in the next two months, I WIN.
Just sayin’
To the UnNamed Teacher’s Aide who Is Demolition Boy’s Nemesis
Really? Who is the adult here? Seriously, you need to recuse yourself when it comes to my kids because you CLEARLY don’t like children who speak their minds, stand up for themselves, or state their opinions. Yeah, those independent ones are a real pain, aren’t they? Don’t make me go all mama bear on you and whoop your ass.
Just Sayin’
To The Redneck
Apology accepted.
Just Sayin’
To ABC
So, you sucked me BACK into “Flash Forward”. And you fixed the sound on the race announcing. But then, you gave me such winning Texas cliches at Sunday’s race such as “Saddle up” and “This isn’t his first rodeo”. I suggested on Twitter we should create a drinking game, but the consensus was we’d be too drunk to enjoy the finish. Please, ABC, less Rusty Wallace and more Dale Jarrett.
Just Sayin’
To Kurt Busch
Lucky, lucky man. I’ll bet Thanksgiving dinner will be interesting with your brother after kicking his butt on Sunday. Nice racing.
Just Sayin’
To Jimmie Johnson
Well, now. It isn’t NEAR as much fun racing for points when you’re 120 laps down, is it? Just a clue-by-four; RACING FOR POINTS ISN’T RACING!
Just Sayin’
To The Democratic Party
Were you paying attention to last Tuesday’s elections? Yeah, I didn’t think so. Just in case you think you have it all sewed up, you don’t. The American people don’t like having crap rammed down their throat. It’s why we’ve always balanced the executive and the legislative powers-one Democrat, one Republican. The times the legislative branch and the executive branch have been the same party has resulted in disaster. Post Civil War reconstruction. Isolationist policies of the early twentieth century. There are others. Anytime the two levels of government have had no checks and balances, America has suffered. I’m hoping the rest of the voting community will see this. Do I think the Republicans should run everything? Hell,no. But I do think having an overwhelming party majority has created a major crisis. No one party should have such power. As you saw on Tuesday, what is granted, can be taken away. Stand up and provide you’re own checks and balances. Show America that you’re willing to consider what they want rather than making a point against the other side. Become the moment in history where one party rose above its own greed and acrimony to go slowly, watch its step, spend wisely. Be that party.
Just Sayin’

Jaguar’s Claim by Amy Redwood

Jaguar’s Claim by Amy Redwood

A groom in lust, an unwilling bride, one night of dominance both won’t forget.

Tanesha did the sensible thing when her Brazilian family arranged a marriage of convenience to another jaguar shifter. She made a run for it. Now living a cushy life as a call girl in Manhattan, she lost her virginity and her desire to have a lifelong mate in the same second. Up until the crashing stock market robs her of all her savings. Broke, she considers returning to Brazil.

Danilo, bitterly scorned when his virgin bride escaped from under his nose, is none too pleased to hear of her plans to return to Brazil. Gone is his desire to marry, even if a promise given still binds him. Seeking her out, he brings one million dollars, a leather cat-o’-nine whip, and the heated determination to settle a score.

And on her knees—the smacking sound of leather against her bare skin—Tanesha fights against surrendering to the carnal attraction toward the shifter she once scorned.

Jaguar’s Claim by Amy Redwood. Read excerpt here.

Looks good, eh?
Yeah. It does to me too. Nothing like a man with a little revenge on his mind and a whip in his hand. YUM.
Don’t forget you can still win a copy of “MARKED FOR PLEASURE” by me at Shelley Munro’s blog until Sunday 5pm PST.
Also, I’ve been quoted over at The Galaxy Express talking about the future of Science Fiction Romance and the erotic side of it. Come and put your two cents in.

They’re Used A Lot For A Reason…

…and I’m talking about them over at Shelley Munro’s blog.
Come and comment for a chance to win a copy of “MARKED FOR PLEASURE”.

You know I have to do it…..

….It’s tradition!!!
THIRTEEN REASONS TO GET “MARKED FOR PLEASURE”
1. The Beautiful Christine M. Griffin cover

2. Conner Mitchum
Think Callum from NCIS. A guy who lives, breathes and sleeps loyalty to his home planet…even to the point of pretending to be a criminal.
3. Kick Ass Heroine Rhea Tucker
Who goes after Conner no holds barred and plans to kill the bastard. Too bad she’s aiming for the wrong guy.
4. Leo Eyler
Angsty hero of a future “Marked” book.
5. Space adventure
Lots of danger, space chases and laser pistols.
6. The Multiples
There’s a menage, a double menage and some hot one on one.
7. Sethos Five
So, I created a planet with some interesting sexual “rules”. This world is in direct contrast to its two nearest neighbors, Sethos Prime and Sethos Blue. This planet is focused entirely on sexual pleasure to the exclusion of all else. If an unclaimed woman lands on the surface, she is supposed to be up for auction within a twenty-four hour period. Now, the auction isn’t like other auctions. She’s not a slave, totally unable to choose. Sethos Five is all about getting your rocks off, so a slave auction is SO not sexy. (To them). So, there’s several clauses to protect the woman up for auction. Unfortunately, none of the details comes up in “MARKED FOR PLEASURE” but I do have a story set around this planet later on.
8. Nylar
Conner’s home planet. It’s a world based on BDSM/power exchange principles. In fact, the council is almost exclusive female and submissive. Like our culture is primarily m/f, theirs is primarily male Dom and female sub. But there’s a small population of Femme Doms and male subs. Some Female Dommes are in charge of “punishment” for transgressors. On this planet, they root out buried shit and uncover a man’s deepest secrets. Most men don’t recover their “Domness’ from a Femme Domme “punishment”. This is reserved for traitors, people who use naked power therefore betraying the basic concept of Nylar cuture–choice and consent.
9. The Toys
I love laser cannons and disintegrators and stuff like that.
10. Princess Sera
I almost didn’t put her on here, but she’s pretty kick ass in this book. Of course, in my head, she’s annoying, but….
11. The Assassins
Think Al Qaeda only smarter. The Blueshift Brotherhood actually targets key political figures and kill them. But they’re smart enough to kill these targets in BDSM clubs and sexually compromising places. They use public ignorance and criticism to keep their targets from becoming martyrs. Disgrace and destroy is their purpose.
12. It’s HOT!
I’m sure you could tell by the loooooooooong ass warning that goes with it. LOL.
13. How about a taste?
A little excerpt.

She must have fallen asleep, because it seemed like the next instant, he was back. Rhea blinked as the lights flooded the room. She studied him as he strode cautiously into the room. In a way, she knew every single line on the man’s face. Yet she hadn’t known her response to him would change everything for her. He was very tall, hard to miss in any crowd. His straight brown hair was close cropped but not a military cut. His eyes were a startling green that seemed to cut through her as he stared at her now. The telltale twitch of his thumb, an involuntary movement she knew well, showed his anger. After two years of following him, studying him, she knew the pinched look on his face meant he was extremely unhappy. In fact, the last time she’d seen it, he’d almost killed a man.

Go ahead, she thought. Kill me. Get it over with.

“Rhea Tucker, one of a handful of survivors from Corilus colony.” His fists clenched. “You must have been, what, twenty-five when the planet was infected?”

She yanked on the restraints. His eyes narrowed to small slits. “And you blame me for the four hundred and sixty-five deaths on that planet.” He frowned, and she sent all the hatred she felt for him into her glare. “Why the hell would you think that? You’re wrong, you know.”

She swallowed. Bullshit, she thought. She would have screamed it, but the fucking ball was stuffed in her mouth. He nodded as if she’d spoken.

“I thought you wouldn’t believe me. That’s fine.” He strode across the bedroom and began to throw her things into her bags. “The problem is, I don’t have time to convince you.”

What the hell was he doing? She watched him as he packed her clothes efficiently, quickly. He picked up her HITU and ripped the back out of it. She whimpered as he cleared it and tossed it into the corner.

Then he crawled onto the bed. She gasped as her body instantly responded. Heat slid along her skin. Her nipples became taut. He loomed over her, and she met his gaze. Without a word, he released the restraints. He removed the ball from her mouth, and she rubbed her jaw hinge with her fingers.

Her throat hurt. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Someone has loaded this ship with enough explosives to blow us into the next system.”

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Rhea’s quest for the people who killed her parents leads her to Conner, the man with all the answers. The only way to get her enemies is to pose as Conner’s submissive, which she does willingly, but what happens when he marks her as his mate?

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A Late Just Sayin’

To NASCAR
Seriously? You’re totally out of your ever lovin’ minds. 1. The Car of Tomorrow, for all it’s fantastic safety gizmos, is STILL the most boring addition to racing I’ve ever seen. It’s the same for every driver, no variations so that drivers can make headway against another. AND it goes airborne as evidenced by Carl Edward’s spectacular crash at Talladega in April and Ryan Newman’s similar crash Sunday. 2. Telling drivers “not to bump draft in the turns’ at Talledega is like telling me not to breathe. Silly. Pay attention to your fans. The points race is a joke with Jimmy “play it safe and don’t race Juan Pablo Montoya” Johnson in the lead and the last ten races being basically geared toward his type of driving instead of racing. You’ve managed to turn even Talladega into a snore fest. Bring back the real NASCAR when drivers RACED rather than points raced.
Just Sayin’
To Internet Drama
I don’t have the energy or the time. As much as I want to get involved in your juicy goodness, I’m walking away.
Just sayin’
To Jimmy Johnson
Um, first of all, I find it kind of interesting that when Newman was upside down and they weren’t sure if he was going to get out, you’re only thought was “ how do I get to the front.” I’m pretty sure that’s not how you meant it, but that’s exactly how it sounds. You’re not exactly warm and fuzzy, you know what I mean? Maybe if you smiled every once and a while…….
Just Sayin’
To Mark Martin
Class as always.
Just sayin’
To ABC and “Flash Forward”
I’m still pissed about the cancellation of “Defying Gravity” and then you give me this show. Okay. So, for those of you who aren’t watching, two of the main characters Mark and Olivia Benford are a married couple who, along with most everyone on the planet, blacked out for two minutes and forty-seven seconds or something and saw the future. Mark is a recovering alcoholic complete with sponsor who makes a cameo appearance. In Mark’s Flash Forward, he saw himself drinking while trying to solve the mystery of the global blackout. Olivia saw herself saying “Hi honey” to a half naked man…who wasn’t Mark. Conflict!!!! Now, the last episode I was able to stomach, Olivia and Mark have been struggling since Olivia told Mark what she saw and, of course, Mark is jealous. (Frankly, as the episodes progress, it’s easy to see why. Time after time, they see how the future is coming true and he’s terrified she’ll kick him to the curb. For good reason, apparently). So, in a stroke of weirdness that characterizes the whole series, Mr. Half naked is the father of one of Olivia’s patients and this kid runs away (he’s autistic) to Olivia’s house. (Because in the KID’s Flash Forward he LIVES at Olivia’s house). Now, Mark is pissed when the kid shows up followed by Mr. Half Naked. They argue and then, Mark admits that he saw himself drinking in his Flash Forward.
And she basically tells him she won’t go through that again.
Bullshit.
First of all, if Mark is in recovery, why hasn’t Olivia been exposed to some recovery? She clearly still blames Mark for the drinking seeing herself as an “innocent victim”. Those of us who have been involved in the disease of alcoholism understand that we play a part in our family’s destruction. Doesn’t Olivia see that by booting Mark to the curb for drinking he hasn’t done yet, she’s ensuring the hurtful future they both saw? AND even though Mark knows she is with another man in her Flash Forward, he doesn’t boot HER ass out. So, I have to say I can’t watch. I know that all this has to happen for a plot device, but I choose not to watch it. The plot has been convoluted anyway and hard to keep up with. (And I stuck with the X-files to the bitter end so that’s saying something). I wish you good luck, but with your track record, I’m sure you’ll reach the cliff hanger and ABC will cancel it.
Just Sayin’

Post Halloween Pics

I bought too much candy again. The dirt faced okie boys went with their uncle trick or treating last night, so The Redneck and I sat around and talked, handing out candy. It was fun.
The boys had a blast and they are SUGARED UP. I feel sorry for their teachers.

So…..

…yesterday was pretty brutal. I never did get around to all the Thursday Thirteens. Sorry about that.
I did, however, meet with the child psychologist for an hour about Demolition Boy.
It wasn’t a laugh riot, I’ll tell you that much.
She started with three points.
1. He is one of the worst cases of attention deficit she’s seen in a long time.
2. He knows it and
3. He’s suffering.
Watching Demolition Boy the last couple of days try SO HARD to get it right, do what he was asked to do, REALLY try was painful, heartbreaking. I just…sat there, with my fists clenched and my jaw tight, and watched him flail like a fish on the shore.
I don’t want to give too many details, but let’s just say that he’s in a bad way and I’ve got a long, difficult road ahead of me to help him.
I think the one part that shattered every single cell of my body was when the child psychologist showed me his assessment from last year vs. this year, especially the part on anxiety and depression. Demolition Boy was bad last year, but now he’s a lot worse. Because he’s anxious and depressed about his lack of success in school, he’s even less able to pay attention.
So, I not only have a little boy who’s got a chemical imbalance, but he’s depressed.
I bawled my eyes out.
It still makes my stomach hurt, but I have to be positive and uplifting for him. He has suffered so much and now, maybe we can help him NOT suffer.
We have a doctor’s appointment on November 17th and we’ll see where we go from there.
Meanwhile, tomorrow is Demolition Boy’s favorite holiday, Halloween. Time for candy and happy faces.

Thirteen Of My Favorite Halloween Candy.

Halloween is only two days away. Believe me, the countdown has been constant at my house. I mean, this is Demolition Boy’s favorite holiday.

A Demolition Boy Whiskey Wednesday

There’s a ton of internet drama I could get distracted by. It would be so easy, especially since I’m struggling with my writing. But it would just divert me from what’s important.
This week, I’ve been dealing with the ongoing issues with Demolition Boy.
If you’ve been reading this blog you know that my kids are…who they are. Where Train Boy is able to conform, get the work done, express himself, Demolition Boy has struggled. He doesn’t have Train Boy’s natural abilities. Everything is a challenge. Everything is a nightmare. Everything. Math, reading, sports, EVERYTHING. It sucks for him.
Add to this that my children do NOT fit the mold for perfect little American children in society, Demolition Boy has been tormented, teased and ostracized.
This week, I’ve taken him to a child psychologist in an effort to pin point his underlying problems. Though the school here has been wonderful, there’s only so much they can do. So I pressed forward and made the appointment.
It’s been hard to watch.
He wants to be successful. He wants to be like everyone else. Yet, I can see how he completely fails in this regard. I wanted to cry. Not because I think somehow he’s “less than” but because I know, I just know, he has a ton to offer. What he has to offer can’t be found in an IQ test or a math quiz.
And I miss his laugh.
Before he started school, he laughed, he smiled, he was HAPPY.
Now he’s surly, grumpy and sad. I hate it. HATE it. I would do anything to make it stop. Hell, I’d go through my entire miserable childhood again to spare him this. I want him to be exactly who he is. Yet, he can’t.
So, my heart is breaking today because I can’t make it all better, I can’t change what is. He is the genetic product of two people who never, ever fit in or conformed. Both the Redneck and I survived our childhood–him through alcohol and drugs and me through music, poetry and killing people in short stories.
All that internet drama? I’m afraid it doesn’t mean shit to me today.