Tagged!

I was just about to post a blog about absolutely nothing again when I read that I’ve been tagged by Kat!!So let’s see what I can come up with about my dream man.

Hair?

Long, thick, more straight than wavy, clean and well kept. Although I wouldn’t have turned Brad Pitt away during his long haired phase, I don’t normally go for blondes.

Eye color or facial features?

The eyes should be piercing, expressive, a window to his soul. The color doesn’t matter. His face would be more ruggedly manly as opposed to cover model pretty. Appropriate dental care is a must and no unibrow!

Height?

I’m almost 5’8”, so 6’2” or so would be perfect – I want to be able to gaze lovingly up at him.

Visible age?

Well, I don’t want there to be any confusion as to whether I’m his mother, grandmother or caregiver!

Bangability?

What are we going for here? Of course I want him to set my heart a flutter and make my knees weak but I don’t want him to be so blatantly ‘sex on a stick’ that I am constantly fighting off other females. I am not into hairy guys and overly muscle bound ones scare me. Regarding his equipment - not so small that I have to search for it, not so huge that I have a panic attack and LOTS of skill in its usage!

Human or other?

I’m a very open minded woman! Shifters, aliens, vampires, dragons, Gods, demons…okay!!

Paranormal skills?

I think it would be very cool to have a telepathic connection as long as there were boundaries. Flying, being held in his strong arms as we soared through the sky has merit. His ability to clean my house or do the laundry with the wave of his hand would be greatly appreciated!

Interests?

Me, of course, but he can’t be clingy or needy. “Well rounded” actually comes to mind; a mix of intellectual, physical and artistic interests would be perfect. Okay, fine: sex, yes he must be highly interested in pleasing, experimenting, playing, mastering, teaching and learning!

Habitat?

Castle, yacht, villa?? Heck, he can live with me in my little house as long as he pays his half of the bills!

10 special qualities or skills?

Honesty, effective communication, sense of humor, hard working, knot tying, plumbing, ironing, cooking, car repairs and stamina!

Thanks, Kat, this was a riot - lets keep it going - I tag Amber!!!

Tessie

http://www.tessiebradford.com/

Tagged! What I Love in a Man.

I got tagged this week by the deliciously lovely Julia Barret author of the upcoming “Beauty and the Feast.” Trust me, you’ll want a taste of that book!

This is supposed to be a boyfriend blog but I love MEN! I’ll take a man over a boy any day and we all know childish boys come in all ages… So lets look at some men!

Hair?

Not important. I love what’s under the scalp but short, brushy hair on a man with a great jaw line and strong profile is a-okay with me. I also love long wavy hair and bald isn’t bad either. I admit I do prefer my Rock Stars to have longish hair and be dark.

Eye color or facial features?

It’s the eye shape that attracts me. I love twinkly eyes or eyes that tip upward at the corners. Thick, expressive brows are a huge plus. Warm hazel eyes attract me in real life but “snapping” sloe-black eyes like Yul Brenner’s or Gregory Peck’s haunt my dreams.

Height?

In fantasy always tall and dominant –like Robert Mitchum. (Heaven knows I love “Heaven Knows Mr. Allison”!) In real life I like medium height and muscular. The man has to have a “big” personality and I do not mean loud or show-offy I mean confident and competent.

Visible age?

Big plus. I’ve loved older men since it was illegal! My first big crush was Sean Connery at the age of five. I still stand by that decision. Clint Eastwood was my girlhood dream. I like tough guys who look like they could survive a crisis. Lines, life-experience and a few gray hairs just put my mind at ease… lol

Bangability?

Yes Master… He better know how to take charge of a strong woman. That’s all I have to say.

Human or other?

I’m not a xenophobe. I’d be open to meeting and greeting non-humans as long as they had compassionate, caring values.

Paranormal skills?

I’m not sure I could bear to live with a mentally chatty telepath… But sexy animal shifters are always welcome just as long as they vacuum up their shed hair.

Interests?

Yes I’m always interested in men. lol

Habitat?

I’ll follow him anywhere just as long as they have a farmer’s market and DSL connection.

10 special skills?

Creative, responsible, respectful, loyal, funny, loving toward children and animals, smart, active, motivated and spiritual. That’s my husband and he’s a pretty good package!

That’s my written confession and that’s what I love in a man.

I tag the over-worked Tessie Bradford! Let’s hear what she has to say for herself. lol

PS. check out my new book cover for “Owned By Rome” my upcoming Ellora’s Cave Publishing, release. Dar Albert is the talented artist who did this cover and I’m very grateful to Dar!

XXOO Kat

It's Working Woman's Day

What a hoot! Isn't everyday a "Working Woman's Day"? Like, we don't work all the time, either at home or somewhere else? I don't know about you, but my days are always crammed with things to do!

This should be called "Every Woman's Day" since working happens without needing to be mentioned. Then again, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe there are some women out there that don't work...ah, but they're called "the rich and famous". And, they probably have to "work" at staying that way.






I propose a "Take the Day Off Day" for all females not in school...gotta keep the kids in school and getting their education. So, let's combine the two: "Working Woman's Day" with "Take the Day Off Day" and honor women everywhere. Period.

Ladies, go pamper yourselves. Enjoy the day. Relax. Be catered to. Forget your daily stresses and focus on pleasure. Kudos to all working women...and that means every woman reading this!

Another suggestion: read a romance book to "whisk you away from it all". You know...Fantasy Land. Where you can drool over the hero and forget it's snowing outside, your preschoolers are screaming, your boss is bitching, your clothes are pinching and hinting you either need to lose weight or buy new clothes, or people are asking, "What's for dinner?" as soon as you walk through the door.


"Work" at something different on "Working Woman's Day". Work at pleasing yourself and have a great time!

And while you're doing something for YOU, enter the two contests that I'm running at my website to celebrate my new book, "Anything You Can Do": http://www.mariannestephens.net. I've got lots of goodies to give to two lucky winners!

Visit http://www.mariannestephens.net for information about my mainstream romance books.
Visit http://www.aprilash.net for information about my erotic romance books.
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Photos: Flickr: NIOSH, kharind, juliejordanscott's photostreams.

Oscar watching. Red carpet dying....

Is it only ME who thinks that the Red Carpet shows ought to be MUTED?
When interviewed these stars talk about nothing.
Jitters, I understand.
Poor interviewers, not so much. I have met them on a stage myself, fielding their comments and trying to entertain, for godssakes, the viewers beyond the cameraman. I have even taught people how to deal with those who do not know how to ask an open-ended intelligent question.
BUT PLEASE. Can some of these folks take a course in media training? No ahhhs, umms, "Yeah, wow, well ya know" fillers.
Or do they only read scripts? Are they just vessels to be filled with someone else's dialogue?
Maybe so.
Still. Sigh. I am a glutton for the Red Carpet Glide. I get my bowl of popcorn, jump up during the UBIQUITOUS tv spots, and get another root beer or other, fail to cook dinner for anyone. Boo. Night off!
I am a creature who loves great clothes and BLING!
Bring Cerise the BLING please.
CIAO, Bella!
May your faves win tonight!

Beauty and the Feast

Beauty and the Feast

Coming March 16th from Resplendence.

Blurb:

Eva Raines is an uncomplicated country girl who’s all about food. Eva moves to the Napa Valley where her culinary skills come to the attention of the owners of a start-up and Eva finds her niche as a personal chef. Now all she needs is a man as perfect as her cooking, but she has serious doubts such a creature exists.

When wealthy entrepreneur, winery owner, and noted lothario, Gabriel Abbott, makes plans to seduce his flavor of the month, his assistant hires All Things to All People to cater a gourmet dinner. Eva expects to use her way with food to showcase the startup. What she unexpectedly discovers is that her culinary skills showcase far more. Gabriel Abbott finds himself seduced by her voice and the sensual flavors and textures of her food and his previous plans are quickly forgotten. He begins to obsess about meeting his little chef in person. He’s not alone. Once Eva hears Gabe’s voice and spends time in his home in the Napa Valley, she begins to wonder about the real man and her dreams of him are so hot they could ignite a barbecue.

When Eva and Gabe finally come face to face, the question is, how hot will their fire burn?

Feel free to stop over at my website and check out a month-long contest. You can win a copy of Beauty and the Feast. http://juliarachelbarrett.net

http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/

Next time...the excerpt. Not G-rated!

An Almost Blank Post!

I'm a wee bit overwhelmed by life right now, so I will simply wish everyone a happy Thursday!

Tessie

www.tessiebradford.com

The Clit That Time Forgot.

I’ve done a very foolish thing and now I must pay the price.

I wrote a historical but before my editor digs in with a pitchfork to remove my unintentionally humorous errors I must first fumigate the manuscript for anachronistic words.

Please don’t think I’m completely naïve. I did a lot of research and I was very careful about terrain, clothing items, personal titles and “internal dialogue” but I completely forgot about clits! I didn’t even think to look for them. I assumed clits had always quietly worked behind the scenes bringing people together. Frankly, I couldn’t imagine a fictional world in any time or place without clits and cocks. I allowed clits and cocks to slip under my radar because I wrote an erotic adventure and I didn’t want to force contemporary readers to wade through swampy purple prose right in the middle of the hot stuff.

I thought perhaps we could just let it go… Sadly we can’t. Shame on me. I was wrong clits didn’t exist in ancient Gaul and they can’t exist in my manuscript. The actual word “clit” is getting the boot. Pardon me, I didn’t mean to say, “boot” I meant to say heavy-soled caligae with leather ankle straps and brass embellishments…Now what about that other matter?

I’m banned from using “cocks” and “clits.” Now what do I do? I love those words and I use them a lot. The ancient terms sound stilted and odd. I’m just going to make up body parts and hope they don’t sound foolish.

Some people are great at this kind of thing and are completely capable of creating descriptive euphemisms. I’m not convinced I’m one of them.

The British naval hero Lord Horatio Nelson wrote his mistress Lady Emma Hamilton requesting she prepare “The dear thatched cottage” for his return. Can you imagine having to write that phrase again and again and yet again in a love scene? Neither can I.

I love U2 and the 1991 classic rock album “Achtung Baby” has at least nine references to oral sex that I can think of. The best of which comes from the fifth track “Who’s gonna ride your wild horses.” Bono’s line “Who’s going to taste your saltwater kisses…” Is my favorite cunnilingus reference in all of rock ’n roll. I can’t do better than that.

The worst is also from someone I love. He’s a wonderful artist, performer and humanitarian but Peter Gabriel’s reference to a woman’s vagina as being a “Fruit cage” is as heavy handed as a “Sledgehammer.”

So I ask you as writers, readers and interested citizens of the world, if you were stranded in ancient Rome and had a scorching hot Roman lover thrust on you, what would you call it and it?

Help me please! I’ve lost my clit… lol

(That’s Steve Reeves in his prime bending wrought-iron yard furniture with his bare hands. Dig that crazy pompadour!)

XXOO Kat