Wednesday, June 30, 2010

June Hash

I can’t believe how quickly the month of June came and went! It was jam-packed and I certainly got my money’s worth out of this eventful month but I still can’t believe its almost over.

First I want to mention a terrific book that is due for release next Tuesday. It’s Tessie Bradford’s “The Lady’s Not a Vamp” from Ellora’s Cave Twilight Line. I’m half way through it and I love it! Tessie is always good but “The Lady’s Not a Vamp” may be her best book to date. If your fantasies include Vampires, ménage and sexy caring undead men lavishing all their attention and pouring their hearts out to their beloved—then you’ll want to buy this book next Tuesday!

Next, congratulations are due to Cerise DeLand who is launching her new Regency Quintet series beginning with “Lord Stanhope’s Improper Proposal”. Her beloved Quickie “Her Three Way Merger” is now available on Audio through Ellora’s Cave, and “Carried Away” got a terrific review this week from Book Binge Reviews… Phew! When does Cerise sleep?

Fran Lee got a positively glowing review for “Nothing But Sex” from Book Binge and she deserves it. I read “Nothing But Sex” and loved it. There is a lot of hot sex in “Nothing But Sex” but there also so much more. I encourage anyone who has not yet read a Fran Lee book to choose one and just give into the inevitable. Once you’ve read Fran Lee’s honestly written erotic romance—you’ll become a fan.

Marianne Stephens aka April Ash has been slaving away to make our sister blog Romance Book R’Us a success. If you haven’t already joined Romance Books R”Us please do because most all the Seven Sexy Scribes post over there and Romance Books R’Us is hosting a contest “Christmas in July” starting July 1st where members can win a Sony e-reader. You don’t want to miss that.

Amber Skyze has survived planning major milestone parties for her loved ones while writing like a storm. Huge achievement.

Julia Rachel Barrett has so much going on in the month of July that it will have to be a separate blog. I’m a big Sci-fi fan and I can’t wait to read her “Daughters Of Persephone” series which will be available beginning July 13th. We also have a weird and I hope amusing collaboration planned called “Rodeo Werewolf” It a ridiculous joke and it’s a creative tutorial and everyone is invited to play along… more to come on that one later.

I got a great review this week for “Owned By Rome” from the lovely Eve Cassidy at “The Pen and Muse” She wrote:

What I liked: First, I have to say how much I adore this cover.
For me it simply sizzles from the screen and draws me in to learn more.

I don’t normally read a lot of historicals, but I am fascinated by ancient periods and especially the Romans. They were cruel, violent, deviant, loving, and among other things indulgent. And in Owned by Rome you see all of this. Atellus is a strong and noble hero that any woman would fall for and Rutila is the willful and strong type of heroine we’d all wish to be. In fact, all of the characters are richly drawn, from the disgusting cousin of Atellus to the slaves that wish to save Rutila from needless suffering when she faces death.

When I got to the end of this book I felt like I’d been on an epic journey. There were moments of highs and lows throughout that made it all very real. Atellus and Rutilla worked hard for their romance and I cheered them on the whole way. In the midst of fighting, hunger, and some emotional exhaustion there were some beautiful spicy moments. Some light bondage and domination elements are included as well.
The only issue that ever pulled me out of the story was some of the latin. While appropriate for the story, a bit less might have been easier on me as a reader. Still, I loved this story and highly recommend it and plan to check out more of Ms. Leon’s work.
(I’ve publicly pledged to Ms Cassidy and to all that I will nix the Latin in the future…lol)

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The Book That Started It All

First I want to say Happy Birthday to my husband, who turns 40 today. This is HIS favorite book to date. Whenever he tells people his wife writes he tells them about Mistletoe Studs.

This book came out in Dec 2008 and still gets rave reviews. Here's a little taste in honor of my DH.

Got Studs? Christmas may be over, but these twins will heat you up on any night.

Mistletoe Studs available now at


Meg Trainor has one wish for Christmas every year: Two men who will fulfill all her fantasies.Santa's in a giving mood this year.Brothers and co-owners of Turquoise Toys, Brad and Shane Griffin will give her a Christmas she'll never forget.


“Did someone come without asking permission?” Shane asked.

“I’m afraid Meg has been a very naughty girl already. And to think I just finished with her first punishment.”

“I’m sorry,” she offered. She was far from sorry. That was the most mind boggling orgasm she’d ever experienced. Blood rushing to the tips of her nerve endings in her buttocks, to the core of her pussy as his finger drove home faster and faster, it was perfect.

“That didn’t sound sincere to me. What do you think Brad?”

“I think she likes being a naughty girl. Do you like being punished like a naughty girl Meg? Is that why you came without permission?”

“I didn’t know I needed permission. No one told me,” she said in her own defense.

They hadn’t told her, not that it would have made a difference. There was no holding that one back.

“She’s right. We didn’t tell her.” Shane defended her. “This time we let her go. But she did speak without permission. Maybe it’s time to find something to keep her quiet.”

What was he thinking? One of those ball gags she seen on the flyer? She didn’t have to wait long to find out.

“Take the blindfold off her,” Shane said to Brad.

Shane knelt on the couch in front of Meg’s bent body. His hard shaft glared at her, pre-cum begging for her to lick it off, releasing it from its straining desire. The sound of Brad shucking off his clothes was evident behind her. Meg dared to be brave and swiped a lick of the tip of Shane’s head.

“Wow, little lady,” Shane jumped to his feet. “That’s definitely not allowed without my permission.”

“I thought…” she gave him an innocent look, licking her lips.

“You thought what?” Shane challenged.

“I thought you wanted me to taste you.”

“I think someone really enjoys being punished,” Shane stated.

“Either that or she doesn’t realize who’s in control here. Maybe it’s time to show her,” Brad suggested.

“Stand up,” Brad demanded.

Obediently, Meg stood, stretching; she watched the muscles in Brad’s back flexing as he walked over to the table. The way his butt cheeks tightened was so sexy. He had a gorgeous body. She wanted to explore every inch of his body, taste every delicious inch of skin. Would he allow her the opportunity when all was said and done? When they finally had their car fixed and were able to resume their lives would Brad Griffin allow Meg the chance to examine his body closer or would he drive off into the horizon never to be seen again? She couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing him again. Meg shook away the thoughts. For now, she’d concentrate on the glory of the day and the gifts they were offering.

Brad meant business when he said he was going to show her who was in charge this time. The paddle he carried now looked like a glossy two by four with a small handle on the end, nothing like the cute little one he used earlier. She remembered; it was called the Turquoise Smacker in the flyer.

Monday, June 28, 2010

Nat'l Camping Week: I'll TakeTwo HUNKS Along!

Two Camping HUNKS below!

My concept of camping is staying in a lodge with a bed, bathroom, TV, phone, get the idea. I don't DO camping. I don't sleep in tents in the "great outdoors", nor "go off in the woods" for bathroom forays.

About the closest thing I've done to actual camping is when my husband, two of our kids, and I, used my in-laws camper and drove up to Niagara Falls, crossed into Canada, and then drove through some New England states. The camper had a kitchen, beds, bathroom/shower, and electrical power when we "plugged in" at campgrounds.

This wasn't really too bad, as we were a self-contained unit and had our privacy...without bugs. We barbecued on a grill, not over a campfire. Hell. I never even did that in Girl Scouts. Just not my "thing" to enjoy the "great outdoors" of nature.

Now, hiking and camping are hobbies tons of people enjoy...and I say have at it..just please, don't take me with you! I'll do my hiking in malls, thank you. Walking around the neighborhood or at malls is fine...I don't need to see every flower/shrug/insect nature has to offer.

Heck...I don't even like picnics...never did...because I don't DO bugs. Yeah, I was a moper at family outings as a child and avoided going if I could.

I tried one outdoor Hated every minute. I REALLY tried to like it, but the thought of spending hours chasing a tiny ball I usually either missed hitting or hit by trees in warm temperatures just never appealed to me. Anyone interested in buying used women's left-handed golf clubs?

I go to baseball/football long as it's not too hot or too cold. I want my comfort. And my hot dogs.

Now, if these HUNKS were to invite me to share a tent and go camping, I'd have to rethink my whole "I don't like the outdoors" attitude...wouldn't you do the same thing? They could set up camping equipment, build campfires, make dinner. Hell...the one on the right already has a tent and jacket and likes to camp during the holidays. I could fit easily between the two of them in one giant sleeping bag...sharing's a good thing! So's body warmth, heat, snuggling, touching...etc.

Hmm. Maybe then I'd enjoy the wonders of nature...and the men who share that interest!

I'm actually writing/editing a book about a woman who knows zilch about camping but goes with the hero to try and pass herself off as a seasoned camper...sounds like something I definitely can relate to...not knowing a damn thing!

Photos: Flickr: wine me up, adam79, and Here in Van Nuy's photostreams, and

Sunday, June 27, 2010

My Regency series begins Tuesday at Resplendence!

The Stanhope clan has an enormous problem: No one of them has ever had a happy marriage since Charles II seduced one of the Stanhope wives and made her his loyal mistress.
Now nearly 140 years later, three brothers, their half-sister--and those whom they dare to love--will find that the family Curse might just well be an excuse.
You, Dear Reader, need to come and learn if this is so.
Tuesday at Resplendence Publishing Lord Adam Stanhope takes a wife. His second. The first has gone to her maker, after leaving her own stain upon Adam's heart and mind. Alas, this second wife of his is proving a bit of a handful on her own. You see, she refuses to accept Adam's improper proposal of a marriage in name only.
Of course, others in the ton have their own ideas about that. How to end the marriage. How to save it.
Do come and revel in the Stanhopes' methods for dealing with the Challenge!
First is LORD STANHOPE'S IMPROPER PROPOSAL. In July, do come for a Free Read about Clarice, the brothers' infamous half-sister, in LADY RAMSEY'S RIBALD CHOICES.
Then, two more books. One in November.
Another in February!
Happy Reading !

Friday, June 25, 2010

Dang it!

Forgot Again!

I have an excuse this time - out of town company. First my cousin, now my parents!
Anyway - head over to my site:
Scroll down and leave me a comment - you could win this amazing tote! It features covers with model Jimmy Thomas - including my cover for My Everything. You'll recognize so many wonderful authors.
Cat not included!

Another back list book...

I have been promoting my back list books, and now it's Jillian's turn!

Jillian's Job

Fran Lee

Ellora's Cave 2009

What good is a dream income, access to a private jet, all the perks that go with being Mike Furie’s überproficient personal assistant, if Jillian has no life? She wants a life with a man in it. And staying with overbearing, totally sexy, self-serving bachelor Mike will lead nowhere.

A trip to Aspen to “rescue” Mike from the clutches of the latest woman seeking to sink her claws into him, an excess of champagne to fortify her, and she tells him what she thinks of his high-handed tactics. She’s quitting. Again.

So how the hell did she end up in bed with him in a Tahoe honeymoon suite, naked? Why can’t she recall how her signature got on that marriage license?

Mike discovers talents he never knew Jill possessed. Now he has her right where he wants her. And he wants her again…and again. In his bed and under him. But it’s not all about the lust, and if he gets his way, Jillian won’t be leaving his side or his bed—ever.

Copyright © FRAN LEE, 2009

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

She straightened her shoulders and headed for the curved staircase that led up to the third level of the huge house. She noted the heads that turned to follow her, and bit the corner of her lip. The sapphire-blue silk gown with its overdress of gold netting was certainly an eye-catcher, especially with the back of the dress practically nonexistent. Draping seductively from a crossover halter neckline that left barely enough room for the exquisite diamond and sapphire choker to rest above the material, it fell away to her feet in a sultry, swirling fall that brushed over breasts and hips like a soft hand. The matching tennis bracelet and the long dangle earrings sparkled under the track lights that lit the staircase with a soft glow.

She had not had time for a hairdo, so she had simply swept the thick red-gold curls up into a high-set ponytail at her crown, and had wound another bit of sapphire silk around the band to conceal the elastic. It gave the impression that her neck was longer and left the gorgeous earrings plenty of space to sway and glitter breathtakingly.

She stepped up the final carpeted stair and paused, glancing around the smaller salon that opened up over the gallery at the head of the stairs, before narrowing to the corridor that led to the bedrooms at the back of the level. The bronze and smoked glass chandelier at the apex of the vaulted ceiling cast warm light over the area, and made her shimmery gold overdress and glittering jewels look even more amazing than they had in the showroom. She decided that not a soul would recognize her unless she introduced herself, so she gathered her courage and moved slowly toward the center of the gallery, looking about for Furie.

Heads turned to follow her progress, but no one called out her name. She was not a familiar face to the beautiful people. Only his employees knew her well enough to recognize her. Her anonymity was assured.

And then she saw him, standing uncomfortably in a tight group of people, with a stunningly beautiful supermodel type holding onto his arm like she had grown there, her laugh a high tinkle of feigned amusement that never quite reached those gorgeous amber-colored eyes. She stood for a long moment, relishing the amount of discomfort he was experiencing, waiting for his eyes to swivel her way before she made her grand entrance.

A man turned to glance at her from a jovial conversation beside her, and gave her a keen once-over before sidling up to her and introducing himself. He didn’t have to. She would known his face from the magazine covers and the tabloids as Jerrod Lane, two-time Academy Award winning actor and heartthrob of millions of females the world over. She glanced at him with a cool smile and replied to his outrageous compliment with a simple thank-you, before turning her gaze back to her boss.

“I haven’t seen you around before. And from the look of that boulder on your hand, I’d say you were taken…but Heaven help me, I wouldn’t be a red-blooded male if I didn’t try.” Jerrod slid one lean hand around her waist, and tried to draw her closer. His reward was an acid stare that could have wilted the entire White River National Forest. He grinned and released her waist, and said in a husky tone that had dropped an octave, “Who’s the lucky devil who’s got you wrapped around his pinkie?”

The moment he spoke, Michael Furie glanced up, his ice-laden dark blue gaze locked with hers, and his body unfurled from the defensive posture he’d assumed, forcing the female hanger-on to loosen her grip. Jill tried not to look shaken. She tried not to react to the heat that ran through her like a shot of fire from head to toe-tips, making her wonder numbly if the Manolo Blahniks had melted off. She smiled across the room at him, and Jerrod followed her gaze, instantly whistling softly and backing off a step.

“I should have guessed, Gorgeous. But if you ever decide to trade up, I’m always around.” He vacated his spot beside her as Furie slowly extracted himself from the other woman’s grasp, with a quiet, “Excuse me.” Heads turned as he stepped out of the tight knot of bodies and moved across the gallery toward her, and she fought the urge to bite her knuckles and whimper. That man had such a walk!

She managed a brilliant smile up into his eyes as he stopped so close, she could feel his body heat through the silk of her gown, and she placed her hand with the blinding rock on it on his forearm, and said just loudly enough to be overheard for about ten feet, “Mike! Darling! I’m sorry I’m late!”

She noted the circuitous route those eyes took as they slipped over her gown, her jewelry, and the impressively breathtaking engagement ring she was prominently displaying, and a muscle twitched in the deep groove beside his mouth. He seemed to be fighting some dark and angry emotion that she feared she would hear about later, and in the most uncomplimentary tones possible, but surprisingly, he gave her a sexily crooked smile.

“Don’t I even get a kiss after waiting all this time for you to finally show up?” His voice was a sexy growl that was just loud enough for everyone within ten feet to hear clearly, although he pretended to be speaking for her ears alone. Jill felt like they were in a fishbowl, the way all eyes were glued to them. She stood up on her tiptoes and aimed for his cheek. But before her lips made contact, he turned his head and she ended up planting one smack-dab on his smiling mouth. And oh, what a mouth the man had…

And he didn’t settle just for a friendly kiss. He slid his arms around her body and dragged her up against his chest, smoothly covering her jerk of shock by catching the back of her head in the palm of one hand and slanting his mouth to take hers completely. His strong, champagne-flavored tongue slipped easily past her lips as she opened them to ask what the hell he was doing. Her heart rate ratcheted up as he traced the inside of her mouth sensuously. If she hadn’t known her boss so damned well, that kiss might have fooled even her, but she figured he had paid through the nose to be kissed, and she decided that she might as well let ’er rip.

Warring with his tongue, she explored the warm depths of his mouth as she slid her hands up behind his head and arched her body into his tuxedo, pressing her hips against his suddenly burgeoning cock, ignoring the rush of excitement his highly obvious arousal gave her, as she did exactly what she had wanted to do for the past six-plus years.

She kissed him—savagely, hungrily, possessively! Giving as good as she got from him, even though with him it was just an act to discourage the positively fuming blonde who had turned and stomped off toward the stairs back to the second level.

His mouth was decadently hot and delicious. The expensive champagne was dry and heady on his tongue, and she could not possibly have imagined how it would feel to have him kissing her like this—not even in her wildest wet dreams! His hot, spicy masculine scent filled her nostrils. Her heart felt like a super ball that might easily zap its way straight out the front of her silk gown and go bouncing wildly across the carpet if he kept kissing her.

Tongues tangling voraciously, breathing uneven and heated, their bodies were plastered hungrily against each other as his arms pulled her so tight into his embrace she could almost feel his spine. And then his hand cupped her ass in a familiar, possessive squeeze, and she inhaled and tried to back away. He murmured huskily against her lips, “Relax. You’ll survive.”

And just for fun, I will give a copy away FREE to one commenter who will be drawn from the hat next Friday. I will announce the winner next Saturday.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Blurbs or Blubs?

I recently asked a question on a writer’s loop and heard many interesting answers but not the specific answers I was hoping for.
My question was, “When shopping for books, what do you look for in a blurb?”
Most of us grab a book based on a familiar name or an eye-catching cover, but ten seconds later we are flipping the book over in our hands, or scrolling downward if we are shopping on-line, to read the Blurb.
This is the crucial make-it or break-it point in the possible sale of the book. Does the blurb tell us what we are hoping to hear? Readers are quick to pass judgment on a potential buy. They’ll ask themselves, is this our idea of a good time and worth the money and mental energy to consume this book?
An author is often limited to 180 words or less in a blurb so I would like to ask, “What are you looking for in a blurb?” Content, sub-genre, Assurance of a happy ending, key words or themes such as “Master, kidnapped, bondage or bride?” What words are most compelling in a blurb to assure a reader they are getting the book they want?
Sometimes a blurb can be too good. I’ve read a few terrific blurbs that were obviously written by someone in marketing that had not actually read the book. It’s quite disappointing when all you like about a book is the blurb. How many times can you re-read the blurb? It’s sad to get stuck with a book that was misrepresented by its cover or blurb.
Another author asked me. What about the excerpt? Shouldn’t a juicy well-written excerpt sell the book?
Yes, in theory a good excerpt should be the ultimate weapon of seduction but the trouble with depending on an excerpt to make the lasting impression is that in a book store or on–line, often the first thing a customer is offered is the book’s cover and the blurb. If the cover and blurb doesn’t immediately grab their attention-they’ll never move forward to reading the excerpt.
So what’s up with 180 word blurbs? Why is this difficult for me? When you are book shopping what attracts your attention and what warns you away from a book?
I would love to hear your thoughts on this.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Spank Me Twice

Okay, I'm sharing another blurb and excerpt from a backlist of mine. I'm so swamped with finishing two books to get to two different editors by FRIDAY, along with preparing for the DH's surprise party Saturday.

Next week I'll be away on vacation and leaving you with yet another backlist. I promise to give you something new when I return all rested! :)

Available now from Noble Romance Publishing
Delia is happy being a stay-at-home wife, spending her husband's money. Only
problem? Scott doesn't share her enthusiasm. Yes, he wants his wife to enjoy the finer
things in life, but he wants her to stay within a budget.

Delia can't stick to a budget.

To teach her a lesson, Scott paddles her.

Who knew getting spanked could be so arousing? Not Delia, but now that Scott's
turned her on, she wants more. In fact, she might go over her limit just to feel the
heightened orgasms.

Can Scott rein her in before they both end up in the poorhouse?


“Delia!” Scott’s voice reverberated through the house.

Delia paced the bedroom carpet in her silk pantyhose-covered feet and wrung her
hands. The tone in her husband’s voice confirmed he’d seen the pile of bills. He’d just
gotten home from work, and she imagined he’d tossed his briefcase on the kitchen table
and glanced through the junk mail until he found the credit card statement—the one
she stuck at the bottom of the pile in the hope he’d give up midway through. No such

She pictured him tearing it open with a need to know if she’d gone over her
monthly limit yet again. He’d scan the statement looking for the new charges, and upon
discovering what she’d purchased, hit the roof.

His voice echoed through the house. “Delia!”

“In the bedroom,” she called out. She couldn’t hide. The bedroom was his next stop
after reading the mail.

When his heavy footsteps hit the stairs, Delia held her breath. What was he going to
do? He warned her not to overspend again, told her she wouldn’t like the consequences
if she did. And she had.

She couldn’t help it. She liked to shop. She liked having new clothes, purses and
shoes. Never mind the music and workout equipment she bought to keep the trim body
he loved so much.

He appeared in the doorway looking dishevelled. His tie hung loose and the top
button of his crisp white shirt was undone. His trench coat hung off one shoulder. His
blond hair was a mess. He’d been raking his fingers through it. His dark eyes flared,
trumpeting his fury. She recognized the look and it boded trouble.

“Hi,” she said.

“What did I tell you about going over your limit?” he demanded. He seemed
almost saddened by her lack of control.

She stifled the urge to roll her eyes and bite back the smartass remark. The situation
didn’t call for sarcasm. “I’m sorry?” Even to her, the apology sounded weak.

“That’s what you said last month and the month before. How many times will I
hear I’m sorry? Why can’t you stay within budget so you don’t have anything to be
sorry for?”

“I tried, Scott, really I did. I wanted to work out at home rather than the gym so I
bought the equipment.” She lowered her eyes. “I thought you’d want me to exercise at
home, away from all the young men’s prying eyes.”
“Don’t give me that crap,” he roared. He walked to his closet, swung open the
double doors, and hung up his coat.

“It’s not crap; I do want to exercise at home.”

“Okay, but what about the other charges from the shoe store you love so much or
the various clothing stores. What’s your excuse for those?”

She didn’t have one. Just boredom. With all the free time she had on her hands she
used it shopping. Scott had told her she should find a hobby and she had—shopping.
“Well, Delia, aren’t you going to come up with an excuse?”

She shook her head.

He laughed and pulled the tie from his neck. “Nothing to say? This is a first.”

She shrugged.

“So you’re going to play the quiet mouse game today. You won’t be quiet for long.”

“Why not?” The conversation wasn’t going well. Would he take away her charge
cards, make her stay home every day? The look in his dark brown eyes told her trouble
was on the horizon. Would he leave her for overspending?

He rubbed his face with his hands and sat on the edge of the bed. She wanted to
reach out to him, reassure him she wouldn’t overcharge again. She’d promise, beg, and
plead, whatever it took to keep him in her life. She didn’t want him to leave. She could
handle anything―anything but him leaving. She loved him. Always had and always

“Over my lap,” he said with a ring of finality.

She backed away from the bed. “Excuse me?”

“Delia, I’m not going to say it again. Over my lap, now!”

“Why?” she whispered.

“I’ll show you why.”

Monday, June 21, 2010

Two Disatrous June Wedding Stories

Lots of little girls grow into women who want to be  June Brides. Maybe because it's the season of flowers, sunshine, love. Maybe it's because school is over and engaged couples are ready to take that plunge. Maybe it's because designers/wedding paraphernalia companies bombard us with weddings/gowns/bridal propaganda to make the month of June appear to be "THE" month to wed.

Here are two June weddings I've been to. Maybe these couples shouldn't have been swayed by "Wedding Bells" advertisements to marry in June and have waited...or not married at all?

Wedding # 1: I had to travel to FL for this one. A cousin was marrying for the third time. So was his bride-to-be. The wedding would include family and friends...most from his motorcycle group. The bride was cutting corners since the budget must have been close to nothing. She made her own dress...and calling this frock a dress is being polite!

The black and white wedding outfit consisted of a dress (?) that was 1. strapless, 2. low on her breasts so her tattoos showed, 3. had a cut-out in front in an inverted "V" shape from legs to very close to her crotch. She spent the entire day pulling her dress up on top and tugging it down by her crotch. She wore a black belt and black boots.

The cake was black and white. The flower girls and bridesmaids wore black. The flowers were black. The "ceremony"/reception was held in a beer hall.

About five years later, we found out that the wedding had been a sham. The bride's divorce hadn't finalized, so rather than call off the wedding, a friend had posed as the preacher who "married" them. Their friends knew what was going on, but none of the relatives, including the groom's mother and sisters, knew anything about it.

Wedding #2. The bride and groom had lived together for years before taking the plunge. The bride was someone in my family and my first impression of the groom was NOT favorable. Although no one said anything, we all spoke about this later and NO ONE liked him. Arrogant, snobbish, this oaf made fun of the bride's weight and since he was starting a job as an English teacher, decided to correct everyone's the rehearsal dinner.

From the bride's side of the family, it was a combination of a BIG Italian wedding and a BIG Jewish there was an abundance of everything to the point of overkill. Tons of food and drink.

The groom's mother and new husband called the day before and said they missed their flights...when in reality they hadn't gotten tickets because they couldn't afford them. The groom's father and new wife came, but didn't have money to pay for a hotel.

The bride's family paid to fly the mother and husband to the wedding, and had everyone sleep at the bride's father's home. Something like 10 people to include the groom's family slept in a three-bedroom, one bath home...because they had no money.

We enjoyed seeing all our family again so had a great time. We flew in our 3 daughters and two of their fiances. My husband and I made the three-day trip by car so we could sight-see.

One month after the wedding, the groom admitted to cheating on the bride, said he never loved her, had found his "true love", and wanted out. Not only that, but the bride was now pregnant. The photographer hadn't even gotten the wedding pictures developed yet, and the marriage was over. 

I'm sure there's a romance story there...maybe a wedding planner who handles these weddings and ends up falling in love with the caterer!
Anyone have a June bride story? Hopefully a pleasant one? 

Photos: Flickr: Chealion, Pirate Scott, b8b8ng, Roberto Rizzato-pix-jockey-Facebook-resident's photostreams.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

AUDIO, My First! Her Three-Way Merger

I am over the moon to tell you that next Monday HER THREE-WAY MERGER releases from EC in audio format!
Yes, next Monday, 6.28.

I cannot wait to hear my characters speak!

Of course, an author always hears them in her head. (And our families know this dynamic and must learn to live with it. To this day, my adult children know when I am spaced out and dreaming up conversations and plots.)

But I do wonder what I will feel when I hear them.

This book, you see, is a menage. And as I am finishing another for the Cougar Challenge series, as we speak, I am particularly intrigued by the oral (pardon the pun) dynamics of this.

We authors try so hard to make our works realistic. Good dialogue is one of those challenges to what we call verisimillitude. Making it real.

I do hope you have a hankering for an audio book. To listen to as you drive to the grocery store or to work.

Well. Let me rephrase. Perhaps you do NOT want to listen to my menage as you drive to work.

BUT DO LET ME KNOW if you give it a try!

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Yet Another Back List Book...

Here's Another Back List Book...

Hallie's Cats
Fran Lee
Ellora's Cave 2009

Hallie James loves cats—she just never realized she was one herself. Not until she met delicious leopard shifters Gar and Cal, one sinfully dark, one beautifully golden.

A terrifying meeting with a runaway pit bull lands her on her butt on the sidewalk. But when the dog’s owners appear out of nowhere, asking if she’s all right, Hallie has the most shocking reaction to their mouthwatering…scent!

Cat pheromones are powerful, and Gar and Cal’s attraction to the human is as instant as hers is to them. Hallie finds herself caught between two cats—hot and hard Gar, and his hot and delicious little brother Cal. When a gal is confronted with such a succulent choice, why not enjoy the fact that cats aren’t monogamous?


“You all right?” The quiet, deep voice was directly behind her. The unexpectedness of the question finished her. The milk exploded, drenching her in white, and she gave a shriek of shock, falling sideways onto the pitted sidewalk, her paralyzed body going suddenly limp. It felt as if her heart was going to explode like the damn milk! She knew the voice had come from the other side of the tall, wrought iron and stone wall, but the next thing she saw was a man bending over her, reaching out a hand to take her bags from her clenched hands.

What the hell? She blinked up at the man then back along the sidewalk. There was no gate except the one the dog had burst from, and that gate was over a hundred feet or more away. He would have had to climb or vault over the wall, and that, even for an athletic man, would take some doing.

“Sorry about Tigger. He isn’t dangerous but he can be pretty damn scary,” the deep, warm-honey voice murmured as she was relieved of her destroyed bag, then the intact one was lifted from her death grip. “Come on, and I’ll get you some towels.”

Hallie reached for the lean hand dangling in front of her face, and allowed the stranger to drag her up from her ignominious repose on the milk-splattered concrete. She patted herself down for possible injuries before she blinked up at him and rasped incredulously, “You call that…that…thing…Tigger?” Visions of a sweet boingy critter almost made her laugh.

It was then she saw him clearly for the first time, and she almost sat back down on the wet sidewalk again.

Stunning dark gold eyes in a face that dragged her breath away and held it captive, forcing her to fight for air. Odd eyes on a man whose hair was jet black. And after she managed to get past that face, her eyes slid down the long length of a body so utterly mouthwatering, she was sure she’d died and gone to heaven. Because there wasn’t a man alive who could possibly look that frigging good in a ratty T-shirt and torn jeans.

Those gorgeous eyes looked so concerned, she barely managed to restrain her raging libido before she blurted out something completely unsuitable, like a squeal of delight as she tackled him and abused him terribly. She had the insane desire to lick him. Nibble him!

Yeah, he should be worried! Walking around unprotected from random female attackers who would love to get a piece of all that marvelous— Ooooh! Hallie dragged her milk-wet hand out of his and forced a shaky laugh.

“Did my steak survive, or am I gonna have to go back down the hill and catch that bus back to the supermarket?”

Dark brows drew together over those glinting topaz eyes, and his hand shot out to stop her from sagging sideways again. “You probably shouldn’t try to get up yet,” that delicious warm-honey voice said, somewhere just above her left ear.

Why the hell am I sinking again?

“No! I-I’m…fine,” were the last words out of her mouth before he tilted oddly and vanished from her sight. Whoa, she was back on the damn sidewalk again? Oh, there he was, leaning down and reaching to check her pulse. Why the hell was he bending over her again? Mmmm, she would love to reach up and drag his gorgeous body down to her level. And what the hell was he…

“You think she’s sick?” a quiet male voice asked somewhere beyond her line of sight.

“I think she got a good solid whiff of pheromones. She’s totally out of it. Here, you get the bags,” that lovely warm-honey voice murmured, and she was suddenly rising from the sidewalk, floating, and then she was nuzzling into a hard chest and inhaling the delicious, heady scent of the man with the golden eyes. Ooooh, he’s totally edible!

“That’s not normal, is it?” That quiet voice again.

“No. I think she’s sensitive to us for some reason. I feel like a fucking catnip mouse.” The warm-honey voice sounded irritated, but who cared, when he smelled so damn marvelous?

Friday, June 18, 2010


Sorry, it's been one of those weeks! Here's my post.

It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

This is my guy, Louie. We lost him last exactly one week ago. Because I'm one of those crazy dog lovers, I went out yesterday and got his name tattooed on my right wrist. Now he can still go everywhere with me.

In other news - It's my son's birthday and I baked him my specialty, a whiskey cake. One of my daughters got herself a serious case of food poisoning and her descriptions of her symptoms are beyond hilarious! I won't discuss them here...

Daughters of Persephone, my four-book science fiction series, will be out with Resplendence in July - at least books one and two. Hopefully books three and four will be released in August.

Beauty and the Feast is still on the bestseller list at Fictionwise. I was so sad to see it had dropped down to 5th today, but it had been hanging in there between number 1 and number 3 for weeks!

My Everything
is actually in the top 25 and it just got listed a couple weeks ago.

A bunch of people I know out there in blogoland have been ill - get better! I'm sending good thoughts your way. love, julia

Thursday, June 17, 2010

The Lady's Not a Vamp

Coming July 6, 2010!

An Excerpt From: THE LADY’S NOT A VAMP
Copyright © TESSIE BRADFORD, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Rick sent Sandy a mental push to sleep. Her eyes fluttered closed and she settled back on the couch. Good lord, she was beautiful. Her auburn hair spread out on the pillows with a few errant strands touching her rounded, lightly freckled cheeks. His gaze drifted to her ample breasts, slowly rising and falling with her now-relaxed breathing, and his cock twitched with appreciation. Cassandra Morley was no stick-thin-model type. Her curves were lush and full, perfect to cradle a man as he worshiped every inch.

Sandy was suffering from an excessive loss of blood. Anger boiled through his veins. Whoever had violated her would answer to him. No honorable vampire took blood without the consent of the giver. Of course the vamp community had its share of criminals and rogues, but they weren’t welcome in Deckton. As one of the two protectors in the area, it was Rick’s sworn duty to find the lowlife bastard. Humans and vampires had lived in harmony in the secluded area in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan for generations, and it was going to stay that way.

Tony, we have a situation.

Wow, could you be a bit more specific? I’m a kind of busy at the moment.

As soon as his partner opened the mental link they shared, Rick knew his timing sucked. Waves of lust rolled through him, along with the vivid image of the woman lying spread beneath Tony, head thrashing in the throes of ecstasy.

Sorry, man. Finish up what you’re doing. I can handle things on this end until you get here.

Are you sure?

Rick had no doubt that if it were an emergency Tony would stop immediately and come to his aid, and he loved him for it. He stifled a mental groan as he felt Tony’s body racing toward orgasm.

Positive. He quickly severed their link.

“Damn, that man is hot,” he muttered, pressing a hand against his now-raging hard-on. Mistakenly, he focused on Sandy and his balls literally clenched with desire. “Oh, this is priceless. The sexiest woman on the planet is lying completely vulnerable and within reach while the sexiest man on the planet lets me into his lust-filled brain, and I can’t fuck either one of them.” He ran a shaky hand through his hair and let out a loud breath.

Rick went to the couch and gently lifted Sandy’s upper body. Sitting down, he positioned her to lean back against his chest. He gently stroked her hair. The waves were so soft and, lifting a piece to his face, smelled of spring flowers. They would feel like heaven if they brushed lightly across his abdomen while she… He quickly shook his head, trying to clear the image as he pierced his wrist and brought his arm around to her mouth.

“Drink, honey, you’ll feel all better, I promise.” He gently cooed the words out loud as he telepathically nudged her to comply. The second her plump, moist lips touched the trickle of blood, she licked and suckled with shocking vehemence. Rick howled and his hips jerked. Every nerve in his body sprang to attention.

In his almost three hundred years, Rick had shared a lot of blood with a lot of humans and vampires. It was always highly erotic—one of the many benefits of being vampire—but he only felt this intense, pounding, physical and emotional reaction when he was with one other living being.

He clutched Sandy more tightly and soared on wave after wave of euphoria. The desire to sink his fangs deep into her and taste what he was sure would be the sweetest of nectars threatened to overwhelm every rational thought. He ran the tip of his tongue along her slender neck, stopping to feel her pulse beat. His fangs ached. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he had to stop, but he couldn’t, he needed just one more moment of heaven.

Jesus Christ, Rick! What the hell is going on?

Tony’s frantic interruption penetrated his lust-fogged brain. He pulled his wrist from Sandy’s lips and quickly healed his puncture wound. With trembling arms and legs, he fumbled off the couch, wobbled back to the chair, dropped his head into his hands and struggled to breathe normally.

Damn, damn, damn…

I’m coming.

Rick sensed rather than saw Tony materialize in the room. When he laid his hand on Rick’s shoulder, calming warmth followed. He lifted his head and met Tony’s worried stare.

“I think we have more than one situation on our hands.” Rick watched surprise and confusion play across Tony’s features as he took in Rick’s passion-filled face and the unconscious woman on the couch.

“Why are we in our new neighbor’s house, with her all passed out and you looking as if you’ve just experienced some kind of freaky sexual epiphany? Beyond the obvious explanation, of course,” he added with his trademark sarcasm.

Releasing July 6, 2010

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Night Owl Reviews gave "Beautiful Stranger" 5 Stars!

I want to do some selfish boasting today because I’m on a school field trip and I’ve lost my mind…. Lol

Beautiful Stranger by Katalina Leon is what an erotic novel should be. The writing is tight, the plot well thought out and the story flows. I could see the scenes and the characters, hear the music and smell the bayou.

The heroine, Lily, is someone I'd like and get along with. She rang true and not like the usual heroine in an older woman younger man story. The hero, David, was everything a hero in an erotic novel should be, hot, sexy, and believable.

The sex scenes were smooth, not abrupt like a lot of books, and both the setting and the characters had a depth that pulled me into the story. My only complaint is the story wasn't long enough.

I definitely give this one a 5 and a recommended read.

Thank you Penny!

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Brain is Fried!

I don't have much to say today. Life is crazy and I'm trying to catch up from being away all weekend. I managed to finish my Cougar Challenge book. I'm halfway done with edits so it will be in my editors hands soon.

I hit the 10k mark for Stranded the book for the new publisher. Only 15k to go! LOL

Here's an excerpt from a book from my backlist. Talk Dirty to Topaz is available from Aspen Mountain Press


“Get a life!” Teagan slammed the phone down on the desk.

I want to tie you up and tease your pussy.

Maybe she was the one who needed a life. A sex life to be exact.

That was the third call this morning. Sexual frustration grew with each passing minute. She had a business to run and someone thought her business number was some sort of sex hotline. The recent surge of prank calls was taking a toll on her mentally and physically. The caller knew her deep dark desires. How could he? She hadn’t shared them with many people. She had to know this person. He knew too many details of her fantasies—like he was reading her mind.

Teagan needed sex, so the thought of being tied up and teased was very appealing in many ways. Her last real sexual encounter and not one from a rubbery, vibrating friend was nine months ago, when she’d ended her four-year relationship with Tim.

Teagan had given herself to Tim completely and the loser had cheated on her, shattering her heart into a million tiny pieces.

The phone rang again. “Designs by Topaz, Teagan speaking.” She held her breath, ready for the onslaught of profanities.

“Ms. Topaz?”


“I’m looking to…”

Oh fuck, not again. That voice sounded familiar, like the caller.

“This is a business line, buddy. I’m not interested in your offer for sexual pleasure.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, I’m not interested.”

“I think there’s been some kind of misunderstanding. Are you Ms. Topaz, the interior designer?”

“I am.” She swallowed. She knew she’d screwed up.

Shit, she couldn’t keep doing this. She couldn’t keep expecting every call to be some guy talking dirty to her. The risk of losing true paying customers was too high. She could change her phone number, but that meant placing new ads and getting new business cards. The thought of all the potential customers not being able to reach her if she did change the number made her think twice. One thing she was certain of—when she figured out who was behind the prank phone calls (and she would find out) she’d…

Fuck them senseless. Yup getting laid was becoming a necessity for her sanity.

“I’m calling about your services.”

“Please forgive me. I’m so sorry, sir. It’s just that I’ve been getting these phone calls and…well, that’s irrelevant. How can I help you?” She wanted to die of embarrassment. She felt like an idiot. Her paranoia had reached an all time high. This had to end. She had to find out who was behind these calls – immediately.

“I’m looking to have an empty bedroom turned into a nursery. A mutual friend recommended you.”

“That was very nice of this friend, Mr…?”

“Black. Frank Black.”

Monday, June 14, 2010

Hug a HUNK Holiday!

Huggable Hunks below!

National Hug Holiday. I did a blog similar to this a while back...but can you ever get tired of hugs?

Some people never hug...don't like that "close" contact. Others, like me, grew up in a family environment where we hugged all the time...relatives and friends alike.

Types of hugs:
1. The hello, friendly hug.
 A greeting besides just saying "Hello".

2. The "good job" hug.
Watch sports. Don't teammates sometimes hug each other after a particular good play or win?

3. The "everyone else hugged you so I better" hug.
The quick call hug. You're at a party/event/whatever. Someone you know enters and you watch as everyone greets this person with a hug. What do you do? You join in and follow the crowd so you don't appear to be "different".

4. The family hug.
Yeah, I got used to this very quickly as a child. If someone was family, you hugged. No brainer there. Big Italian families are "touchy/feely" people.

5. The comforting hug.
These are for times of sadness and a show of commiserating (I'm here, I understand" support.

6. The love hug.
Totally different that the others mentioned above. This one involves romance, love, passion, name it. 
Would you mind a hug from one of these guys? Sure would stir up the hormones!
Go hug someone today...preferably someone like the guys above!

Photos: Flickr: kevindooley, lululemon athletica, rtbookreviews, Corie Howell, ashengrove, Cowboy Ben Alman, snre, SSCusp's photostreams.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

My new Regency romantica series at Resplendence!

What a month June is for me! First CARRIED AWAY debuted June 2 at EC. Next Monday, June 21, HER THREE-WAY MERGER debuts as an audio book, my first, over at EC.

Then on the 29th, the first of my quintet (yes, 5!!!) in The Stanhope Challenge, Regencies at One of these is a Free Read, too!

And here are three of the covers. I could dine on these delicious things for days.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Finally beginning to step clear of Brain Lock...

It's been a hard three months..

And I don't refer to hard boiled. I feel sorta like the poor little guy above, though. Like I have been slogging around in a pot of boiling liquid. Trying to climb out.

When my publisher changed me around due to my last editor going back to the "real world" to work, I thought things would go on as before. But I find myself really missing the supportive atmosphere, and the feeling that my prior editors really liked my work. I just can't seem to "connect" with my newest one. Not her fault. It's just me.

I never thought I would admit it, but that is one of the most difficult things I've faced in this business.

It's been a four month drought for me, book wise. I've never gone this long between books, and it looks like it isn't going to end soon. I have not posted to my blogs...I have not bothered to respond to loop posts. It's like I am slowly dying inside. So the only thing to do is pick myself up and slap my face and make myself move forward. Which is why my cheeks are bright red, and I am writing this Saturday post a bit late, but I AM doing it.



Thursday, June 10, 2010

I'm going off line for a few days.

It's been a rough couple of weeks.

Fortunately, I have a big book signing out of town so I get to leave tomorrow. Unfortunately hubby can't come. Fortunately our son will stay with him. Like he says, he lost his brother. They went through their teenage years together. It's pretty amazing how close one can become with a dog.

Louie, April 23, 2000 - June 10, 2010

See you soon. Julia

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

New Excerpt From "Owned By Rome"

This is another excerpt from “Owned By Rome”. In this scene Atellus and Rutila are traveling alone through the forest. They have clashed and been separated for many days on the road. Both have been injured physically and emotionally. Rutila has been starving. He feeds her hoping she’ll stay with him and explain her actions but she gets flustered, tongue tied and unexpectedly flees his camp leaving him very disappointed but she returns later to say what she must. 
…After he was certain she was gone, he packed away what was left of the boar for tomorrow and washed his hands and face at the river’s edge. The water was cold and his sleeves became soaked. He walked back to his fire, sat and watched it slowly die down to a dull red glow. He lay on his furs and started to untie the drawstring of his braccae, needing a rough moment of pleasure to ease his thoughts before sleep. His fingers worked to untangle the knot in the woolen drawstring.
“May I stay?” Rutila’s cautious voice floated softly from behind a tree.
He gasped in surprise. “Are you sure?” He bolted upright. His startled hands quickly abandoned the drawstring. He hated that his voice was riddled with alarm.
She stepped from behind the tree. The low-burning fire underlit her face and hair with a glowing halo of scarlet. She sat so closely beside him, her knee brushed against his thigh.
His breath caught from the unexpected but welcome moment of contact. He recognized this moment for what it was, a turning point. She had voluntarily wandered back into his castra and sat beside him. He knew if he pounced on her and devoured her the way his body begged him to, all would be lost. He knew just because he had fed her did not mean he had tamed her ferus nature in any dependable way. Some silent part of him remained on guard.
His fingertips reached out to gently stroke her hair. She had rinsed the dust of the road from her hair but now it was badly tangled. He rose and walked toward the pack that contained the ivory hair combs. He retrieved the ivory combs and sat behind her. “May I?” He didn’t wait for her answer before choosing a knotted lock of hair and carefully picking the comb through it. He worked slowly and diligently, untangling a few coppery strands at a time. “This might take awhile,” he whispered softly, and added more wood to the fire.

She bowed her head forward as Atellus patiently untangled her hair. The fire sparked and crackled as the new wood lit. It was almost too warm to sit near. Her face flushed. He had worked his way through her many snarls and was nearly at the end of his task. She sat calmly, though her mind was in utter turmoil. There was so much she wanted to say to him and there was nothing she dare say to him. Her ancestors would hate her if she spoke her heart to a Roman and she would hate herself if she didn’t.
He finished combing her hair and set the combs down. His palm adoringly smoothed the last strands.
She turned to face him.
His eyes reflected the amber glow of the fire. They seemed to silently plead with her to speak.
She brushed her fingertips across his face and leaned forward to kiss his lips.
His lips softly parted with a sigh.
She gently brushed her lips against his. “Atellus,” she whispered. “You’re a far better man than I gave you credit for. I was wrong about you.” She stroked her fingers through his wavy hair and felt his body tense, as if he didn’t know what to do next. She decided to act before her conflicted emotions stopped her. She tugged her woolen tunic over her head and laid it on the ground beside them. Her hands crossed protectively over her breasts.
His throat tensed. He reached out and moved her hands away from her breasts and looked at her longingly. “You owe me nothing for the food. I was happy to share.”
Her chin dipped. “I know.”
He lifted her chin with a fingertip. “You don’t have to be alone in the world. Let me take care of you. I want to.” He leaned closer. “Choose me as your dominus.”
She recoiled slightly at that word.
“I ask not as a Roman but as the type of man I am. I will never be cruel to you nor will I degrade you, but I need the security of knowing you are mine. I need to be the dominus.”
She shuddered at the shocking but tempting thought. Her next words were spoken so softly they were barely audible. “You used the word dominus instead of the more common term dominor, why?”
“You know why,” he whispered.
Her heart beat faster. A dominus was a husband and lover, a chosen one. It was much more than a brutish owner. A thrill raced through her when she realized she could meet him on these terms. He wasn’t demanding the use of her body or taking her freedom. He was asking for her. She could give herself to him willingly. They could agree on this and hold it secret between them. She longed to surrender to a greater soul. For fear she would change her mind, she lay down on the tunic and stretched her arms over her head, offering herself. Her breasts thrust upward. “For tonight only you are my dominus. Ask anything of me.”
“Anything?” His eyes glinted.
She drew a deep breath, feeling a twinge of regret for her hasty words.
“I want you to keep your eyes open and focused on me as much as you comfortably can. I want you to see the truth. I want you to see who I am. I will not have you mixing me in your mind with other despicable men.”
Her throat ached so tightly she was afraid she might cry. “I understand.” She heard a faint bustle in the underbrush and saw a badger had wandered to the edge of the castra.
The creature poked its striped head out of the brush, bared its jagged teeth and stared at her with riveting black eyes as if awaiting the order to charge.
She silently appealed to the beast. Go away, my friend. I thank you for lending me your spirit. You helped me survive the worse, but we are finished. She silently bargained with the combative animal. I don’t need your protection anymore.
The badger backed quietly into the shadows without incident.
“What’s wrong?” Atellus asked softly. “What are you looking at?”
“Nothing.” She glanced at him. “I’m looking at you.”

XXOO Kat “Owned By Rome” Katalina Leon available now from Ellora’s Cave Legend Line

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The Universe - Non Writing Topic

So today I’m talking off topic of writing. I might be getting too personal, but after this weekend I have to take this chance and put myself out there to the universe. Before you read any further I want to apologize to anyone I might offend with this personal blog.

I went to my last writer’s meeting of this season on Saturday and a friend of mine who I hadn’t seen in months made a huge non-writing announcement.

She adopted a baby. I cried tears of joy for her. She is my age and has never had children of her own. She has two lovely stepchildren but for any mother – raising a baby from birth is precious. My friend just couldn’t seem to get pregnant and fertility wasn’t an option. She felt it opens too many cans of worms.

In some ways I have to agree. Though the hubby and did go that route sometimes I wonder if it’s right. Anyway, during a break I talked to her and she said when her husband and her decided to adopt they hadn’t realized how hard it would be. They had a certain criteria and they weren’t coming close to finding it.

So they sat down again and decided kids weren’t in the cards for them. Now, most days the DH and I feel this way too. We struggle with our loss and still question whether or not we’ll be parents together. DH has no children of his own. L

Once my friend and her husband gave up a baby fell into their laps – literally. No joking. A friend of a friend of a friends kid found out she was pregnant (and very far along) and decided they weren’t ready to be parents. They asked my friend to adopt. They joyfully said yes.

There’s always the possibility that the kids could change their minds between now and November when the adoption becomes final, but that’s the risk every adoptive parent takes. Either way this child lived in a healthy home for six months. That’s not to say the parents aren’t healthy.

Why am I telling you all this? Because I’m putting myself out there. I’m opening myself to this universe like my friend told me to do. I’m telling everyone who will listen just in case they know a friend of a friend who has a baby they can’t care for and need to put up for adoption.

With two embryos left we thought about going the surrogate route. The people in our lives who want to help are either too young or too old! LOL

So here I am universe!

Monday, June 7, 2010

National Rose Month - the Flower of Love

Let's hear it for the roses...all sizes, shades and colors! The wonderful aroma, beautiful bouquets, bushes, etc., all around us. Colors of Roses and what they mean:

RED: Known as the Lover's Rose, shades can go from light to deep crimson. What better Valentine's gift than red roses? Maybe with chocolates to add a special "romance" meaning?

PINK: Expresses gentility, femininity, elegance, admiration. Deep pink: gratitude. Light pink: grace.

WHITE: Represents purity, innocence and celebrates weddings and young love.

 YELLOW: Evokes a sense of warmth and friendship. In Victorian times, it symbolized jealousy!
ORANGE: Symbolize desire, attraction, and passion...that can lead to a wild romance!

LAVENDER, LILAC, PURPLE: Displays enchantment, and imagination...and love at first sight.

TURQUOISE: Expresses well-being, calmness, fertility.

BLUE:  Embodies a sense the impossible and of mystery while hoping for an extraordinary chance for the beginning of something new.

GOLD: No better way to say "I Care", "Welcome Back", "Remember Me", my friend.

 Whatever color you choose, you can't go wrong...except with black. No romance there. Just sorrow so stay away from them. Although, I'm sure some paranormal romances will feature these black roses as the choice of shade for dark tales!

Credits: Teleflora, Proflowers, Morrison Gardens, Roses for Life.
Photos: Flickr: D. Sharon Pruitt, Madmoiselle Lavender, The Gifted, Angela M. Michel, BONGURI, dorena-wm, KIUKO, naitokz and ghewqill's photostreams.