Sunday, May 28, 2017

Motto for Life—#OpenBook Blog Hop



I discovered my motto in the past six months. Don't ask me why it took so long to find it, but  it fits my life perfectly.

"Screws fall out all the time...the world's an imperfect place."

It comes from the movie "The Breakfast Club." But I like it better swapped around: "The world's n imperfect place, screws fall out all the time." It's a better version of my earlier version: "Life happens."

You know that feeling. You've worked hard and made all the right plans and all the right preparations when 'BOOM' something breaks. And there's not a darn thing you can do about it.

It's the 4th of July and you decided to take a trip to the mountains? Boom and it's snowing. The roads aren't closed but the picnic tables are coated with the white stuff. Yep, that was the sound of a screw falling.

Or for months you've planned to go to the beach. You checked the weather reports and made your reservations for a nice little cottage on the shore. You bought flip-flops and and new bathing suit. Heck, you even remembered to buy suntan lotion. What could go wrong?

You guessed it.That rare April tropical storm moves in and the cottage is flooded. BOOM! There went another screw.


But sometimes they are just tiny screws. The roast you were cooking needed a few more minutes but the rest of dinner was ready. Your favorite pair of pants loses their button when you put them on. Someone didn't replace the empty roll of toilet paper.

And some days multiple screws fall out. Maybe not all at once, but one here and one there. Those are the days you want to go back to bed and pull the covers over your head and shut out the rest of the world. Not that it will do any good, the world will still be there when you emerge from your fortress.

So what do you do? My best advice is to learn to roll with the punches and meet challenges with a sense of humor. And don't forget to carry a screwdriver wherever you go.

What's your motto? Let us know in the comments. And let's go find out what the other authors' words of wisdom are by following the links below.


May 29, 2017 – What’s Your Motto For Life?
What words of wisdom do you live by? Use those as inspiration for sections and flesh out a post that shares your philosophy.
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Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Clare Dargin—Joy to His World

I'm tickled to welcome Clare Dargin and her new book, Joy to His World

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AVAILABLE: Tuesday, May 23rd

[Siren Menage Amour: Erotic Consensual BDSM Menage a Trois Paranormal Romantic Suspense, M/M/F, HEA]

Chris Spinell, Jilly Reimers, and Chris 'Nate' Poole are happily married. Now, living in a small town run by The Love Play Matchmaking Service, Chris Spinell hopes his family is safely away from the possible dangers that come from living in a big city.

Jilly and Nate cherish the life they have with Chris. They even love the fact that he is their Dom. BDSM gives them the structure and sense of belonging they've always wanted. However, life in Minaqua doesn't give Chris the peace of mind he needs in order to quell his anxieties. The scars from his time in Afghanistan run so deep, Chris' PTSD will not allow him to escape the fears that his family is at constant risk for harm.

When a stranger comes to town seeking to harm Jilly and Nate, Chris' protective instincts are put to the test. Will he deal with this reasonably, or will he do whatever it takes to defend his family, including breaking a solemn oath?

A Siren Erotic Romance




STORY EXCERPT

He thought about how far his life had come in such a short time. In less than ten years, he’d gone from an ex-Special Forces soldier searching for his place in the world, to an MIT graduate, to owning the second largest independently owned and operated software integration firm in Michigan. But all of that was nothing compared to the real change that happened when his sister had recommended that he join a dating service to cure his less-than-stellar love life. And Love Play had done that and much more. In their own mysterious way, they’d managed to look into his heart and find the man and woman of his dreams. Literally. The images of Jilly and Nate had haunted his dreams after he returned from Afghanistan. During that time, he didn’t know it was them, but after he met them and they spent the night together, he knew they were the ones.

How his Eros, his matchmaker at Love Play, had known baffled him. Nevertheless, he was profoundly grateful that the man or woman, or whoever his Eros was, had put the three of them together. Now, they were married, and he was happier than he’d ever been in his life. Add to it that their love had become so deep that it had blossomed into a beautiful dominant-submissive relationship with them.

The car’s internal phone rang. It was Jilly. He pressed the icon on the car’s dashboard screen and answered.

“Hi, honey, what’s up?” he asked. He was always glad to hear Jilly’s voice.

He grasped his chest, hoping the ache would fade as he longed to see her.

“I was going over the arrangements for the party,” she said. Her sweet voice was a dulcet tone that calmed him.

“I’m thinking about how people should dress,” she said, “and the basic rules for the party.”

Jilly had the great idea to plan a Christmas party for them and their BDSM friends to be held at Love Play’s mansion. When she’d mentioned it in August, he hadn’t been wild about the idea. But after a lot of cajoling from her and Nate, they’d convinced him, and he’d given her the permission to go for it, which meant they were going to attend, too.

“High protocol is not something we do, but there’s no reason that should stop other Doms from having that with their submissives. As for clothing, you know my rules for you, too. You aren’t allowed to wear anything too revealing. The only person allowed to see your ass is me and Nate, and that’s when he’s not in trouble.”

It wasn’t as if he made them walk around with bolts of fabric hanging off their bodies, but their sexuality belonged to him.

“Dueño, that was a long time ago,” Nate said, pouting.

“It won’t happen again.”

Right after Chris had collared them, Nate bought Jilly a pair of tight jeans, high heels, and a shirt that was so form fitting it showed everything the Lord had blessed her with in the chest and told her to wear his prized choker collar. Chris had damn near had a heart attack when they came home from a late lunch in Cutlerville.

“Dueño, I know what your rules are for us. What about the party? Kink for everyone?”

He had no appetite for that yet. He cared for his friends, especially his army buddies, the Propietarios who were into BDSM, but he wasn’t ready to see them go all out.

“This is casual, vanilla only. Leather is permitted but please do not go all out,” Chris said.

“All right, got it.”

“How are you feeling?” he asked, worried. “Still feeling worn down?”

She was at home trying to get over the remnants of a cold that lingered, giving her all sorts of problems like a fever and upset stomach. She’d feel good one moment, and then, wham, she’d have to rest because she’d be too tired to move. Despite his protests, she refused to go to the doctor again.

“Somewhat.”

He sighed. “Don’t wear yourself out today. Get some rest. That’s an order. If you aren’t better by tomorrow, we’re going downtown.”

The DMC, Detroit Medical Center, was the major medical complex in the area. It was over an hour away, and he would gladly drive her to find out what was wrong. He was not willing to risk her well-being for her selfish pride or a dumb party. He hated when she was not feeling well or was in pain. He wanted to be able to shield her from the worst the world could give so she’d be able to live a life of love and happiness. She deserved that much and more. To say he loved her would be an understatement. Heck, it wouldn’t even describe the depths of his intense feelings for them. They owned him as much as he owned them. It didn’t feel right if they weren’t healthy and safe.

“I will take it easy.”

“Okay. I love you,” Chris said.

“Love you, too,” she replied. “Love you, too, Nate.”

“I’ll call you later on to see how you are doing,” Nate said.

Chris ended the call.

“Do you think she’ll obey?” Nate asked.

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Blog Links-
Clare's Blog 2: The Haven- https://claresblog2thehaven.blogspot.com
The Embraced: Scribal Love- https://theembraced.blogspot.com

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Monday, May 22, 2017

Bucket List— #OpenBook Blog Hop




If you've hung out with me for any length of time, you already know I don't have a bucket list. That doesn't mean that I don't have a list of things I'd like to do before I die.

The first few should come as no surprise.

I'd like to visit the John Denver Sanctuary in Aspen. Seems like a fitting way to pay tribute to the man, his music and his legacy.



I'd also like to go on a guided trail ride deep into the heart of the Rocky Mountains, somewhere you can only get to by horse or on foot.  Maybe sit beside a mountain lake and write for a week or so. I wonder how many notebooks and pens I'd have to to take along?



What else? I've already done so many things. I've wandered the redwoods, played in both the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans, driven the US from coast to coast. But a trip back to the redwoods sounds appealing. So I'll add it to the list.



I want to have have enough money to help the many young people I see struggling.

I want to watch my grandchildren grow up and grow strong.

I'd like to learn a martial art. I might not be any good at it, but I'd like to try. I've wanted to do this ever since the TV show back in the 70's.



And one more—I'd like to make a best seller's list. I keep trying, but I haven't made it yet. Not even close. Maybe the next book.

What's on your bucket list? You can share in the comments. And now I'm off to see what the other authors on this loop are wanting to do.



May 22, 2017 - What Is Your Bucket List?
What kinds of things do you want to do before you kick the bucket? Dream big. Life is full of exciting things to do.
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Monday, May 15, 2017

What Inspires Me- #OpenBook Blog Hop



What inspires me?

I bet you think you know the answer. And I'm betting you're right. I can answer in one word.

Nature.

If you said the mountains, that's close enough. I'll give you full credit. But it's so much more than the mountains. It's the flowers and trees and sky and wind. It's the grass beneath my feet and the birds flying overhead. It's sunshine and rain and snow, creeks and rivers and lakes and oceans.
It's sand between my toes at the beach and the dirt stuck under my fingernails after I've been gardening.

It's the redwoods stretching into eternity and the aspens quaking in the breeze. It's dandelions in the spring and black-eyed susans in the summer. It's the robins chirping early in the morning and crows calling in the heat of the afternoon. It's the thunder rumbling from miles away and far-off lightening flashing in the darkness.

It's the smell of freshly-cut hay and the subtle scent of apple blossoms. It's the sweet-sharp flavor of  just-picked wild strawberries and the tang of spearmint plucked in the shadow of old oak. It's the prick of the thorn on a rose stem and the soft, velvet-like petals on the rose itself.

And yes, it's the mountains. The peaks covered in snow in the dead of winter and glistening with thousands of beams of reflected sunlight or in the height of summer, swathed in green. It's the rugged tops calling to me from the distance and the welcoming meadows up close.

And that's what inspires me. Nature feeds my soul and makes me who I am. How about you?






May 15, 2017 – What Inspires You?
This is an easy question that opens up for some awesome creative post ideas. And why do those things inspire you?
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Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Dawn Altieri & Burn

I'm really happy to host Dawn and her new release today, because I got to see the book in it's early stages. To see it come all the way to publication tickles me to no end! So, without further ado, here's Dawn and Burn.



BURN

Falling for him is playing with fire…
Chloe Addison is on the verge of a promising career in real estate development until an explosion destroys her first major project and casts suspicion on her in an arson investigation. Her career is suddenly at risk—and possibly her life.
Firefighter Ryan Monroe wants a spot on the arson team, and getting close to Chloe might be the best way to solve his first investigation. Despite a painful past of his own, Ryan has dedicated himself to saving people, and when he realizes Chloe is in danger, she’s no exception. He just might be the perfect guy to rescue her, but their attraction could bring them both down in flames.



EXCERPT:

Since you rejected my suggestion of drinking till you pass out”—Ryan stepped down off the bar stool and held out his hand—“dance with me.”
What?” Chloe’s mouth fell open as she gave her head a slight shake. “No, I—”
He took her hand, and even though his tug was gentle, her arm tensed. He glanced down to where their hands were joined. He’d felt it, too. “Come on.” He threw a glance at Jeremy and Lizzie, with their arms wrapped around each other as they swayed carelessly to a country ballad Lizzie had selected. “Your friend’s obviously not going anywhere for a while, so why not?”
She hopped down from her seat, and he walked backward, leading her to an area near the dartboard—clear of tables, though not quite a “dance floor.” He pulled her into a loose embrace, and her skin warmed at the firm hand curling over the small of her back, at the calloused fingers gently gripping her freshly manicured ones in the other.
He gazed down at her, still with that reassuring smile. “See? Not so bad. I’ll have your mind off that crap in no time.”
She couldn’t fight the grin teasing her lips as she raised a hand to his shoulder, settling in a little closer. “You do this often? Dance with girls to help them get their minds off their problems? You really are a hero.”
I do what I can.” He stepped back and twirled her underneath his arm before pulling her into him.
She laughed as her palm met the hard plane of his chest, and she quickly swept it to the side until it landed on his bicep. As if that was any less distracting. The guy was a solid wall of muscle. “Is it working?” he asked.
Slowly, the tension drained from her shoulders. She tipped an eyebrow. “Maybe a little.”
Only a little?” He pulled her tighter to him, tucking their tangled hands between them against his chest, and whispered in her ear. “Then I’m not doing my job.”





BURN is available now!
Amazon Kindle - http://amzn.to/2p5Z0Mr
Barnes & Noble Nook - http://bit.ly/2oVNWoj

About the Author:

With an overactive imagination and a slightly twisted mind, Dawn Altieri has been scribbling stories practically since birth. When she’s not curled up on the sofa with her laptop, her latest story, a box of chocolates and a cup of tea (or a glass of wine, depending on the time of day), she can be found volunteering in the world of animal rescue. She shares her home with her husband and daughter, and a menagerie of rescued fur-babies.

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