Happy New Year!

May you ring in the New Year with those you love,

May your festivities fit you like a glove. 

May you be happy, healthy & wise,

And may your 2013 be free from lies.

Be safe & Have a Happy New Year!

Christmas Wishes...

Be safe and have the Merriest of Christmas'

Monday Muse...

This was it, brightly colored and smooth in texture - the perfect enticement, nay trap, for her very own elf.  She would have one this Christmas and he would grant her every wish or he'd remain inside the glass until he agreed.  There was but one thing she'd asked for since that magical pubescent moment when she's become aware of boys.  She wanted love!  If her mate were deliciously male and beautiful, hey who was she to complain. 



"Here, elfy elfy..."

**

Denik smiled at the tiny scrap, yet utterly gorgeous woman calling out for an elf for Christmas.  She believed the stories that elves were small, diminutive creatures. Wouldn't she be surprised by his 6'5 frame and as his previous lovers assured him, his chiseled and rocking bod.  She'd laid the bait, but would she keep her catch?

 

Fabulous Friday...

Well, I'm still here...how about you?

Dec 21, 2012...another day, another sunrise and the opportunity to start anew.  Endless possibilities, use them well.  :) 

Friday Foto...

Evans, Walker, 1903-1975, photographer.
General store interior. Moundville, Alabama
1936 Summer.

~So would this be Target's Great Grandaddy or Great-Great Grandaddy?  You know my first thought was of the tiny space in the baking aisle of my local grocery store where they keep the tiny bags of flour.  Because really, who uses much flour anymore?  Heck, I can go for months without cracking open my container.  The convenience shopping of today at its best...or worst.~

Wicked Wednesday...

~Eep~  Wicked wetness...oooh yeah, bring it!

Monday Muse...

With tears in her eyes, and sadness in her heart she'd brought his body back as per his request all those years ago.  "My dust will be scattered here, Fair One,"  he said, the fire in his eyes blazed as he took her beneath the cool waters of the mountain lake.  Still she felt only heat as he delivered her to the heights of pleasures.

Remember Dec 7th...

Blessed be their souls...

Wicked Wednesday...

Yep, wicked thoughts going on here...probably they're deciding how naughty they can get on that beach, if the indecent exposure ticket will be worth the wickedness they're soon to create.  Or, maybe it's a question of which DQ blizzard to get today!  Hey, those baby's can be veeeery wicked.  ;)

Wednesday Word of the Day...

 Amygdaliform \uh-MIG-duh-luh-fawrm\, adjective:

Shaped like an almond.

~What a huh?  Seems like it would be easier to just say "hey, you're shaped like and almond."  Then duck out of the way of a fist!~

Amygdaliform derives from the Greek amygdale, "almond." -form is the common suffix denoting "in the shape of." A portion of the human brain is known as the amygdala, named for its resemblance to almonds.  ~dictionary.com

Also, a quick Happy Birthday Holler to my wonderful hubby...you're looking sexier than ever, my love!

Happy Thanksgiving!

And because my muse couldn't resist giving a Thanksgiving shout out as as well...

Have a great holiday!

Monday Muse...

There it was, the beacon, the way back to a world she understood.  Twenty steps, eighteen, sixteen...she was almost there...thirteen, eleven, nine...

"Tria, stop!  That is not the way."

"Yes, yes it is..."  seven, six...

"It is not but a phone."

"Bull, I stepped into that booth..." Tria pointed wildly at the rectangular box, lit up and calling to her. "...one week ago to call my Mother, but passed out before it rang through.  When I woke up, I was here...in a world without daylight and where the men aren't men at all.  They're..."  Monsters whispered inside of her head as she stared at the one she knew was as gentle as a lamb, but as cruel as death.

Wicked Wednesday...

Mmmm...purely wicked!

Fabulous Foto Friday...

Notes:
Photograph shows the first powered, controlled, sustained flight. Orville Wright at the controls of the machine, lying prone on the lower wing with hips in the cradle which operated the wing-warping mechanism. Wilbur Wright running alongside to balance the machine, has just released his hold on the forward upright of the right wing. The starting rail, the wing-rest, a coil box, and other items needed for flight preparation are visible behind the machine. (Orville Wright preset the camera and had John T. Daniels squeeze the rubber bulb, tripping the shutter.)  Library of Congress


~I just love history, reading about it, watching it and especially seeing it in picture form.  I feel like I'm right there on that windy day, rooting for the machine to work...anxious to see it successfully rise into the sky, to become the first human bird.~

 

Happy Halloween!

May your Halloween be rip-roaringly sexy and your baskets filled with goodies!

Wicked Wednesday...

Mmmm...everyone should be this wicked at least once in their life!

Friday Fun ~ A Bewitching Blog Hop

This years Haunting Blog Hop at www.justromance.com is going on now!  I've join in the fun with my group blog, Shapeshifter Seductions, home to the Peakites.  If you've never stopped by, Talbot's Peak is filled with wild, wooly and wolfy characters who live to find trouble.  Below is the beginning of my scene...

“Reinforced steel pipes, heavy duty rubber tubing, a gross of nuts, bolts, S-hooks and a short Red Riding Hood costume with crotchless panties.”  Glenn set down the scanner and looked up at an impatient Nick and his blushing brother Mooney.  “Ah Nick, does Ziva know about all of this stuff?”
 
Are you intrigued?  If so swing on by, today through Sunday, and get Bewitched.  :)

Monday Muse...

Sia ran.  Yards of unblemished silk and tulle weighed her down, impeding her escape.  The checkerboard walk and walls of hedge extended to never ending.  Birds laughed at her panic.  She wasn't ready for the gathering family, the priest or the vows.  The white death had arrived, in search of its unloved minion.

Sia ran faster.  He would have to catch her first...

Fabulous Friday Foto...

 

Rothstein, Arthur, 1915-1985, photographer.

Farmer and sons walking in the face of a dust storm. Cimarron County, Oklahoma

1936 Apr.

Photo from Library of Congress

~~Such an incredible picture of life during a dust storm. Desolate and barren, yet lives went on, people forged ahead...facing such adversity.  Amazing.~ 

Wicked Wednesday

Oh yeah, deliciously wicked...outdoors, on an alter and covered in white.  So many ways to start a flash with this picture...

Untried and accepting, the blond beauty had no idea what level of evil was on its way to claim her.

~~~

A Day in the Life of Serena 
 
Song of the Day:  Tight by INXS

Currently Reading:  Dark Storm by Christine Feehan

Currently Writing:  Blogs mostly  Editing:  The Submission
 
Quote of the Day: 
Reading one book is like eating one potato chip.

Diane Duane

Famous Foto Friday...

 

“Migrant Mother,” by Dorothea Lange, is the most famous photo in the Library of Congress. This 1936 portrait of Florence Thompson and her children symbolizes both economic hardship and the strength to survive. The Library is honored to preserve Lange's original camera negative and makes the digitized photo freely available.

"Migrant Mother" is part of a landmark photo documentary project based in the U.S. Resettlement Administration, the Farm Security Administration (FSA), and later the Office of War Information (OWI). The most active years were 1935-1943, and the entire collection was transferred to us in 1944.  

~~Library of Congress photo site~~

**

 

Dream career number two...photographer.

I write to express the pictures in my head, but an actual photograph can say so much.  At first glance, the picture above screams so many emotions...many of which have not changed much over the years.  As a mother, I too fret over the what if in life and how they will affect my child.  Can I keep her safe, fed, healthy, happy...alive.

There's a starkness to the picture above, and there is incredible beauty...

I would love to be able to catch those moments with my camera.

A Day in the Life of Serena 
 
Song of the Day:  Palomino by Duran Duran

Currently Reading:  Hot Six by Janet Evanovich

Currently Writing:  Whatever the muse wants!  Editing:  The Submission
 
Quote of the Day: 
He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars.


Jack London
It's Banned Books Week! To celebrate the right to read, we're quoting literature that was banned or challenged at some point in history. ~Goodreads

Monday Muse...

She wasn't late, she didn't imbibe with talking caterpillars...she stayed away from rabbit holes and her name was certainly not Alice.   Yet here she stood, twice the size of that silly door which was surrounded by purple foliage.  Purple! 


And nothing around her marked 'Drink Me'.

She'd love to blame Bubba for this mishap, but no way was his fourteen year old brain capable of a prank this sophisticated.   Unfortunately...it seemed so real. 

The black and white butterflies flit by her face, sporting suits and ties each carrying cellphones with arms, legs and no head.  They dialed themselves and held tight to the owners ears.  

Maybe this was just a really vivid dream and she would wake up soon.  Very, very soon.

~~~

Could this be the start of a YA novel?  I know Darling Diva hopes so.  :)

Wicked Wednesday!

Mmmm...I don't know about ya'll, but dressed or undressed wicked thoughts are a given when straddling a mans lap!

A Day in the Life of Serena 
 
Song of the Day:  Jackie Wilson Said by Van Morrison

Currently Reading:  Playing to Win by Jaci Burton

Currently Writing:  Whatever the muse wants!  Editing:  The Submission
 
Quote of the Day: 
To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing: that is enough for one man's life.

T.S. Eliot
The Nobel laureate and poet was born on this day in 1888.

Monday Muse

Tears slid down her cheeks as she set the delicate fabric inside the suitcase.  The silk panties he’d given her appeared as lonely as she, sitting next to the bra and stockings.  This was the right thing to do—she knew that.  A last look around the bedroom assured her every female accoutrement had been removed.  This was a man’s room, right down to the smell.

Through the hall, past the kitchen and into living room, every picture of them had been digitally changed to reflect another woman.  The entire apartment scoured professionally to remove every last remnant of her DNA.

 

“You ready, Agent Blaine?”

She no longer existed in his home, or his life.  Would he wonder where she’d gone?  Would he remember her in any way?  Her removal was for the best.  She may be breaking apart inside, but that was far better than another, possibly successful, attempt on his life.

Monday Muse...

“One more…” Bella-Marie bent forward ever so slightly, willing the black spots to cease. The atmosphere in this strange land was not like that of her home, here the pollution ran rampant. Trees cried out for nourishment; soil, dry and spent, surrounded her like a cloud of death. Rivers which should gurgle instead drove heavily into the rocks, trying to clean themselves. The empathetic impact of each part of nature hit her hard. She prayed for the burst of energy needed to scale the stairs to her love—before he said ‘I do’. 

Oh yay!  My muse has returned.  The past month and a half she's been buried under a difficult move and had decided to take her own private siesta...lucky bugger.  She returned when the hardest part of my move was done.  Now I just have to unpack!     

A Day in the Life of Serena 
 
Song of the Day:  One Night in Bangkok by Murray Head.  I sure dig this song, but I must have heard it on a commercial or TV show lately and it was stuck in my head.  Thus, I did a little download this morning!  :D

Currently Reading:  The Vortex by Cherry Adair

Currently Writing:  Whatever the muse wants!  Editing:  The Submission
 
Quote of the Day:  It isn't by getting out of the world that we become enlightened, but by getting into the world…by getting so tuned in that we can ride the waves of our existence and never get tossed because we become the waves.
Ken Kesey

The author of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest was born on this day in 1935.

Wicked Wednesday

Hot, wet wicked Wednesday!  Yeah....I'll take one, please!