Showing posts with label Coffee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Coffee. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

On fitness...

Drink two cups and call me in the morning...

Okay, my idea of a workout is taking the time to make an espresso.

Since a recent study said a diet of coffee could be good for you, I now admit I workout daily and with enthusiasm. Caffeine curls, baby. I'm all over it.

Most writers I follow do a bit more. There are jogging authors, walking authors, yoga authors...y'all like the sweat.

I think it's because our job is such a sedentary one, many authors seem very aware of balancing the physical with the mental work.

So, I decided to become a joiner. I was logging my calories on MyFitnessPal until it logged me out and now it won't let me back in. Every so often, I try to remember the login stuff...but I'm thinking MyFitnessPal broke up with me.

I started walking daily, figuring a mile was a good starting point. In a quote from my darling daughter, "Mom, why are we outside?" Me, "It's spring! We should be outside, enjoying the weather, listening to the birds."

A truck blew past us, spitting gravel and dust on the lonely dirt road near my house.

Princess daughter, always quick on the uptake, said, "Ah, nothing like the smell of diesel in the morning."
These boots are made for driving...

Running? In spurts, but I hate it. My muscles (who don't seem to remember I was once AF and wasn't half bad at the running thing) aren't getting that dewy happy feeling everyone says should come from that. Apparently, my endorphins didn't get the memo to release. My sweat did.

Today I decided to walk the mile, running in spurts, and add a half mile on my son's bike.

I came in the house wheezing and sweating and panting like a walrus who just tried to escape from a shamu.

Hey, fitness folks...how long do I have to do this before I look like Michelle Obama? How long before the good feelings overwhelm the sweaty panting stuff?

Inquiring minds want to know.

Happy Writing!

Friday, September 7, 2012

Guest Blogger Em Petrova!!



Sex Manners
By Em Petrova

Rake your nails down his back…scream when he pulls your hair…talk dirty until the neighbors beat on the wall…

Now that we’ve gotten what you WANT to do out of the way, let’s talk about sex manners. Besides keeping those irate neighbors happy, many men and women feel their lovers could amp it up in the bedroom. Too many men doze off after sex, and men want to hear that they were the absolute BEST lay you’ve ever had.

So how are your after sex manners? That’s right guys. Even if your performance wasn’t award-winning, how you treat your woman in the bedroom will make her prize you.

How do you do that? How about a playful slap on the ass and a “fuck, you’re sexy?”

What about the mess of your blissful encounter? There’s always some oozing squishiness, so why not hop up and grab a clean hot towel. Or whisper, “Baby, I want to soap you all over. Come to the shower with me.” That would go a long way with a lover…and heat things up for round 2.

Turn on your favorite soft music, hold her and talk. Yes, women like to be romanced, but so do men, ladies. Everyone likes that special time where you’ve given your undivided attention. Being in the buff only creates a deeper connection. This goes a long way even for married couples. When was the last time you didn’t jump out of bed, throw on your clothes and dash downstairs to work/make a call/let the dog out? Take some time with your special person and see what happens!

If you don’t live together, there are definite manners to be kept. Walk her to her car, give her a soft kiss and let her know how much you appreciated your time together. Don’t make her feel it was a booty call! And pick up the cell and make sure she gets home safely. If you can’t prop your eyelids open long enough to wait for her to get home, call or text in the morning. Even if she doesn’t remember the actual sex, she’ll remember how you treated her.

For ladies, there are some other types of rules. Here’s one—Is it polite to fake orgasms? The answer is a resounding NO! It’s better to be completely honest in a very nice way. You could tell him that though you didn’t climax, you had a fun time and next time you could do more in the sack.

Which leads to the next question. What if your favorite is missionary and his is reverse cowgirl? You’re entitled to your preferences—some people actually orgasm faster in one position. But variety spices up the bedroom! Experiment with new positions and don’t get locked into one. That will only lead to boredom on both your parts. So bend over the bed for him and wiggle that ass tantalizingly. Or shove him into the sheets and mount him. You’ll drive him over the edge!

Another question of sex manners revolves around oral sex. Do you have to reciprocate? Ummm, yes! Fair is fair. If you’re receiving, expect to give. It’s a huge turn-on to learn your partner’s likes and dislikes in this way. Chances are, you’ll both be so worked up, it won’t be a marathon mouth-session resulting in lock jaw. So go ahead—go down on him!

Okay, so you’ve done the deed. What if you don’t want to see him again? Honestly, you’re probably feeling a little badly about the mere thought, but the best thing to do is tell him in a kind way. If you refuse to answer his texts or calls, you’ll just look worse. Respect your partner enough to know they can handle the truth.

But if you’ve invited someone to your place, be considerate. Ask them if they need a drink. Show them where the restroom is, and provide them with a towel and toiletries to take a shower. Men, here’s where you get to see your lady in your favorite t-shirt!

Overall, using these tips will result in a better experience for all parties. Manners count in the bedroom too. In fact, they might matter more here than when you’re standing in line at Starbucks.

Read on for a steamy sex scene from my latest release WILD WILD HEARTS (available from Loose Id). Thanks for reading!

Blurb: Lady Sofia is one of the most sought-after women on the frontier. But her “boss” calls the shots from what she may eat to who she spends the night with. Recently he’s asked too much when he demands she and her long-time lover Isaac use their charms to seduce a man she wants to tangle limbs with all too much.

With Sofia, Isaac Strong is part of a two-for-one deal known as the “Jade Pair” for the color of their eyes. When the rugged Nolan Hollis walks into their lives, Isaac’s yearnings kick like a wild stallion. But will the honorable man want anything to do with them, especially once he discovers the Jade Pair’s mission is to steal a prized object from the Hollis family?

Nolan must have the stunning saloon girl, even if it means she comes packaged with Isaac. Soon Nolan is equally as drawn to the quiet and handsome man. While he struggles not to lose his heart to his lovers from the wrong side of humanity, he works to hide his rendezvous from his family. But soon Nolan realizes his lovers intend to do more than get him into bed and steal his love.

Excerpt:
The long corridor was dimly lit, but the room was prepared for them as always. Candles glowed, and the sight of the big bed slammed Sofia with memories of lying across it the previous evening, three abreast.
Her pussy spasmed, and juices wet her inner thighs.
“Let’s get him to the bed.” Isaac hitched his arm around the man to get enough leverage to roll him onto the mattress.
Despite herself, mirth bubbled up her throat, and she released a giggle. “Never saw a man get drunk so fast.”
“He’d been drinking before our cowboy started refilling his glass.” Isaac shot her a look that let her know he was far from immune to “their cowboy.” His auburn hair tumbled into one eye, and he shook it free.
Suddenly the door opened quietly behind them. Spinning on her high-heeled Moroccan leather boots, she expected to find Hiram.
Instead, she met Nolan. His big form seemed to swallow the room, sucking all air from her lungs in the process. Her knees weakened, and black spots leaped before her eyes.
Isaac’s harsh intake of breath filled her hearing. But she couldn’t tear her gaze off the rugged cowboy in front of her.
In two steps, he was beside her. Plucking her off her feet, he angled his mouth over hers. The heady scents of male and leather replaced the smoke and whiskey from the saloon.
Isaac crowded close, encircling them in his embrace as Nolan kissed Sofia senseless. He angled his head, tongue flipping against hers in a velvety promise of what his body would soon do to hers.
Her nipples bunched into sharp peaks and ached for his touch—Isaac’s touch. Sofia bowed her back, bringing her breasts into contact with Nolan’s chest. But she wanted more. Needed to feel his heated flesh and his soft hair against her nipples.
With quick flicks, she worked his shirt buttons open. Isaac slid his hands into the opening and nudged the cloth off Nolan’s shoulders.
Not sparing a glance at the unconscious man on the bed, Nolan walked them backward until they were pressed against the wall. Nolan tore his mouth from Sofia’s kiss and clamped a hand around Isaac’s nape, drawing him in.
Trembling, she stared at their joined mouths, watching the masculine lines of their lips moving in tandem bliss. Somehow, she managed to employ her trembling fingers on the hooks and buttons of her gown. By the time the men finished their reunion kiss, Sofia had stepped out of the fabric.
It puddled at their feet, obscuring Nolan’s boots. She met his dark gaze, and desire slid into her belly.
“I couldn’t sit by and watch Bonner bring you both upstairs,” he said, his voice rough.
Isaac gripped her waist from behind, sliding his palms up her torso until he cupped each heavy breast.
“I thought you’d left.” Sofia’s voice shook with the worry that she and Isaac had lost Nolan.
A small smile formed on Nolan’s face. He noted her rosy nipples, which Isaac plucked at with maddening skill. Then Nolan dragged his gaze back to hers. Lights that had nothing to do with the candles played in his eyes.
Leaning so close she could almost taste him, Nolan murmured against the corner of her mouth. “I couldn’t stay away.”
Isaac circled her nipples with his fingers, then pinched them slow and hard. He dropped his warm mouth to the crook of her neck, sucking the skin lightly until she writhed.
Still, Nolan didn’t move to touch her, only pressed closer, hugging her perfectly between his body and Isaac’s. Her fingers twitched to touch the steel of his muscles, but when she lifted her hands, he caught her wrists between thumb and forefinger.
Pressing them over her head, he held her gaze. And the loving began.
She couldn’t look away, couldn’t even beg for his kiss. In his dark eyes, she read so much emotion—emotion that had lingered long after they’d parted ways in the hours of dawn.
“I thought about you two all day.”
His words seduced her.
Pussy slick with want, she gasped as Isaac cupped one breast and brought it up to Nolan’s lips. He teased it with his tongue gently, the tip barely skimming her flesh. Her breathing was so loud she wondered if she’d rouse Mr. Bonner from his stupor. But there was no chance to think on it further because Nolan released her, and Isaac eased her other nipple into the cowboy's scorching mouth.
He pulled on it hard, drawing her to her tiptoes. She cried out and fought against the manacle of his hand.
“Please, I have to touch you. Touch Isaac.”
He shook his head, still sucking. The soft tickle of his hair on her flesh ignited her, and she bucked.
After a long, dizzying minute, Nolan released her. She barely had time to catch her breath before he stole it again.
“Open her pussy for me so I can taste her.”
Isaac smoothed his hands down her belly to the junction of her thighs. The feel of his long fingers pressing her lips open threatened to undo her. Biting off a cry that would surely wake the drunk on the bed, Sofia squirmed. Isaac’s erection against her ass felt so good. She wanted him pushing inside her while Nolan claimed her pussy with his tongue.
Nolan let go of her hands. In one fluid movement, he dropped to his knees.
“Ohh.” The vision of his dark head bent to her sex caused gooseflesh to break out all over.
“Wider,” he commanded.
Isaac spread her farther. The cool air touching her inner folds mingled with the warmth of Nolan’s breath. Able to smell her own arousal, she longed for a chance at her men. To bury her nose in the auburn love trail leading to Isaac’s shaft, or inhale deeply and hold her breath as Nolan pushed his cock into the back of her throat.
She shivered.
“She’s fucking primed. I’ve gotta taste her.” In one big, openmouthed kiss, Nolan claimed her pussy. He drove his tongue into her as he used his upper lip on her hard pearl.

Em Petrova

~where words mean so much more~
Buy WILD WILD HEARTS http://www.loose-id.com



Monday, November 7, 2011

In my Mailbox!


I was very excited when I looked in my mailbox and saw a package from Nebraska today...



Something Sewn is the Etsy company of the fantastic and witty Anna Seckman. You can find her shop here. From mug rugs to quilts, she has a very diverse and unique product that caters to those wanting something fun and handmade.

Her stuff is not only modern but still different.
She makes these cool framed handprints so that you can commemorate that moment when your child's hand is so tiny... And for readers she makes one of a kind ereader cases. Check out her site.

For me she made... (and yes, this is perfect if you pay any attention to my blog or facebook...)
Coffee cup cozies!!
Here are the pics. They are beautiful. I am so in love with them that I couldn't resist sharing them. :)
Please excuse the fact that these were taken in my car... I was kind of excited to get the package... So I couldn't wait to open them...

Okay, I have a power point presentation to throw together. Hope you check out Something Sewn and Anna...If you read this... I love them and YOU ROCK!! Thank YOU!!!!!! <3 Sooooo Much!!!

Monday, August 24, 2009

A Vampire In a Daylight World

The shrill bleeping of the cell phone interrupted the interlude between me and my lover. I jerked alert and blinked at the hallway which was in my immediate range of sight. Nighttime noises, snoring and the dog lifting his head, greeted me. I fumbled to silence the phone. I fell out of the bed, as my coordination had not caught up with the adrenal rush of the alarm and made it to the bathroom relatively unharmed. I glared at the image in the mirror.

I do not look good at four thirty in the morning. I showered and cleaned most of my body. It is funny how when you are half-awake you decide which bits really need cleaned and which bits are unimportant. Or at least which bits you don't give a darned about because if you don't clean them you are pretty sure they won't stink.

I crawled back out of the shower and rubbed vigorously with a towel, crept gingerly into my clothes as my skin was super sensitive as it would rather be tucked into bed and went to jar my children to life.

They awoke and off we went. There was a minor incident with David. For sake of his pride, which is sensitive at ten, we won't go into it. Needless to say, eleven was nearly not seen.

We made it to the sitter where my elder two collapsed and immediately went back to sleep. Ash proceeded to play his Guitar Hero Air Guitar (with Amp) at full blast. The babysitter, clutching her coffee, was defended by me when I explained that no one wants to hear Iron Man at 5am. No one. Please, although you got it for your birthday, do not play it till the sun comes up. Ash, grudgingly, agreed, and I trudged off again to work.

But the scene with Ash had me too late to go the way that would swing me past Starbucks. And when I tried to run through Mickey Dees the line was too darned long.

Coffee-less. Oh, yeah. Ba-a-d choice. And I forgot cash. So credit card and no coffee in hand, I got to the office.

There is a strange, unearthly stillness to an office first thing in the morning. I have never been there that early. The phones had not started going yet. People were talking amongst themselves. They all had coffee. I shuffled to my cubicle and logged on to my station.

I logged onto my phone.

It did not ring.

It rang maybe three times that first hour.

I eventually began stabbing myself with a pen to stay awake. I tried pulling out my hairs one by one. I tried slapping myself but this drew attention so I went back to the stabbing as it was more quiet and efficient.

I wished for a stapler. A nice Swingline. Staples would have kept me awake.

Finally it was time for my break and coffee mug in hand I ran to the new coffee machine that accepted credit.

There was a page of instructions on how to use it. I read them. Swipe card. I obediently swiped. Make selection. I selected. Coffee. Strong beautiful coffee.

I waited. The machine beeped. It turned blue and nothing came out. I growled at it and swiped again.

Made selection.

Beep! It turned blue.

I growled at the machine. I was smarter than a coffee machine. I read further in the directions with my coffee-less, sleep deprived, desperate brain.

Something about a five dollar hold on my credit card... whatever! I don't care! Take five hundred! Give me coffee!

Blah, blah, press complete. Okay, swipe, select, press complete... wait.

Nothing. Growl. Punch machine.

People are beginning to gather and stare.

Read again. Whatever. I don't want to read the damned directions. I can't read anymore. I need coffee to read.

I smack the machine. I open the plastic door by force and stick my mug in and smack the machine again for emphasis. I order it, "Give me coffee!"

I swipe. I make my selection. It closes its door. I wait. Nothing. I smack, swipe, select and kick it and yell, "NOW!"

Apparently this time the machine was afraid or had gotten enough money off my card to send a Colombian family on vacation because sweet dark heaven poured into my mug. Applause broke out.

I chugged half of it and stumbled back to my cubicle.

The rest of the day was a blur really.

But it was fueled by coffee.

Really, really expensive coffee.