Showing posts with label Talbot's Peak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Talbot's Peak. Show all posts

Friday, October 19, 2012

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.  :)


Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Wicked Wednesday


I'm thinking this is more a wonderfully wicked Wednesday graphic.  This couple sparks my muse into action...


Mistress Penelope didn't normally put herself in the submissive position. However, in moments like this with her Penquino tying her to him while calling the shots and her sweet, silky mink promising a ticklish delight of sensations to come...she was their willing prisoner.

A Day in the Life of Serena 
 
Song of the DayNot much for music right now with the Olympics on...hehe, I've been watching them every chance I get.  :)

Currently Reading:  If I Should Die by Allison Brennan

Currently Writing:  Continued ideas for my dragon story in Talbot's Peak.  Editing:  The Submission
 
Quote of the DayA smile is the chosen vehicle of all ambiguities.
Herman Melville

The author of Moby-Dick was born on this day in 1819.





Monday, July 2, 2012

Monday Muse...


Erol circled the hidden mountain lake above Talbot's Peak.  His emerald and violet wings spread wide and cut through the cool, high altitude air.  This was the only place safe enough for a dragon to fly away his worries.  Of late, his distress was all focused on Greely and her refusal to hop-to his call. Could Karma be right?  Were his courtship skills lacking?


A Day in the Life of Serena 
 
Song of the DayThe Chain by Fleetwood Mac

Currently Reading:  At Last by Jill Shalvis

Currently Writing:  Blogging.  Editing:  The Submission

Quote of the DayThe most exhausting thing in life, I have discovered, is being insincere.


Anne Morrow Lindbergh



Friday, May 11, 2012

Friday Retro...

[Boston Horticultural Society Exhibition, Horticultural Hall, Massachusetts Avenue, Boston, Massachusetts. (LOC)
~~Johnston, Frances Benjamin,, 1864-1952,, photographer.

[Boston Horticultural Society Exhibition, Horticultural Hall, Massachusetts Avenue, Boston, Massachusetts. Wildflower exhibition garden]

[1921 May]~~ http://www.flickr.com/photos/library_of_congress/7141871201/in/photostream 

What a gorgeous display!  I can totally see a delicious bout of sex happening right before my eyes in this love cocoon.  For me, waterfalls are always sexy.

A Day in the Life of Serena 
 
Song of the DayFalling in Love for the Night by The Charlie Daniels Band & Crystal Gayle.  Hmmm, falling in love for the night at the waterfall.  Oh yeah!

Currently Reading: Speak No Evil by Allison Brennan.  Ms. Brennan writes the creepiest serial killers.  They give you the heebee's, but at the same time you just can't stop reading.  The mark of a really good author.  :)

Currently Writing:  The Submission (rewrites) & Dom and Jada's story from Talbot's Peak.  Here's a couple of flash fictions introducing these two characters.  First and SecondEditing:  The Submission

Quote of the DayThe past is never where you think you left it.

Katherine Anne Porter
 
 

Friday, April 27, 2012

Friday Retro...

Mrs. Francis Lemoine Loring house, 700 South San Rafael Avenue, San Rafael Heights, Pasadena, California. (LOC)
Picture taken from Library of Congress collection

Here's something I adore about gardens...they're eternal. This picture was taken at Mrs. Francis Lemoine Loring's home in 1917 and I'm telling you, it looks like the picture could have been taken yesterday. 

A good garden, imho, takes time out of the equation. If I can sit amidst the beauty and daydream myself into the past, present or future as is my mood of the day, I consider it a win.

A Day in the Life of Serena 

Song of the DayFly by Sugar Ray feat.Super Cat

Currently Reading: Infamous by Sherrilyn Kenyon

Currently Writing:  More ideas for Talbot's Peak stories.  Editing:  The Submission

Word of the Dayfard \fahrd\, verb:
1. To apply cosmetics.
noun:
1. Facial cosmetics.

~Another reason I rarely wear make-up.  I could never say "excuse me while I fard." without busting something important with my out of control laughter!~

Friday, February 10, 2012

Friday Retro...

Vintage love or vintage pain?  Either way there's a connection, a most beautiful connection.

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A Day in the Life of Serena


Song of the Day:  Burning Love by Elvis Presley.  One of my favorites by the King!

Currently Reading:  Lie With Me (Shadow Force book #1) by Stephanie Tyler
 
Currently Writing:  A Talbot's Peak short story (Hawke & Ally)  Editing:  The Submission 

Quote of the Day:  You can't have a light without a dark to stick it in. -Arlo Guthrie 
How freaking true!  :D

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Thursday Story Slam - The Lady in Red

Image Credit to Whitebook @ DeviantArt, titled A Christmas Story for Rezzan


The lady in red waits beneath the gnarled old tree, sure her love will return one day.
The lady in red listens for his voice on the wind, sure she will hear it in time.
The lady in red watches the sky for his graceful glide; sure she will see it on the horizon.

He’d vowed to love her beyond his very last breath. 
He would be her champion in this life and onward into death.

The lady in red worries upon her knees, troubling is his late arrival.
The lady in red weeps among the leaves, firmly entrenched—deep in denial.
The lady in red withers below the branches, fearful he is lost to her.

She vowed to love him beyond her very last breath.
She would be his haven in life and in death.

The lady in red acknowledges the swift setting sun, their timing long gone.
The lady in red feels the oncoming change, their places to switch with nary a hitch.
The lady in red resolves to accept her fate, the moon once again rearranged the mates.

They vowed to love beyond their very last breath.
Be they in fur, or in feathers—in life or in death.

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To view more story slams or join in the fun visit Bluebell Books.


Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Tuesday Temptation...


I'll be taking part in The Jingle Bell Hop over at Shapeshifter Seductions.  Drop on by and see what's happening this Christmas in Talbot's Peak!

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Wednesday Word of the Day


Bandersnatch \BAN-der-snach\, noun:
1. An imaginary wild animal of fierce disposition.
2. A person of uncouth or unconventional habits, attitudes, etc., especially one considered a menace, nuisance, or the like.

Bandersnatch was invented by Lewis Carroll in 1871 in his book Through the Looking Glass.

~Hmmm, if little girls could fall into rabbit holes and hatters could be mad, I wonder if the bandersnatch could change forms?   He/she will if they visit the wonderful world of Talbot's Peak, a shapeshifting town found over at my group blog - Shapeshifter Seductions - stop on by and step into fun!~

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Titillating Tuesday



Check out some of the tempting and titillating posts going on over at Shapeshifter Seductions.  A new town has been born on our blog by the name of Talbot's Peak and our fabulous authors have filled the town with some of the most fascinating of characters. 

Stop by and give it your own peek.  :)

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~Burgess let the plane empty out before prying his six foot four frame out of the tortuously uncomfortable airline seat. He had almost flown in animal form for this very reason. As a penguin, he was only sixteen inches tall, weighting in at just over two pounds. As a human, he was built like an Olympic swimmer with massive shoulders and long limbs.  Rebecca L. Gillan~

~Marissa turned, just in time to catch a face full of water balloon. It drenched her hair, skin and clothes. The man standing upright in the convertible hooted in triumph. The car sped off with the man still howling like a maniac.  Pat Cunningham~

~Hidden by the trunk of a tall pine tree, he’d stalked her with his predator’s gaze as she playfully raced in circles. With utter joy, she threw her fluffy, yet sleek feline body forward, tumbling and rolling on the thin carpet of leaves and snow. Springing high, she batted at the flurry of snowflakes, her pale fur beautiful against the forest backdrop.  Savanna Kougar~

~A streak of blue, a dark and gorgeous blue belonging to an equally, if not more gorgeous man, passed by her. He too appeared to be slowed by the tourists and families headed for the door, and thankfully so, because he had exactly what she needed—six foot something of obvious muscle and no lovely lady on his arm.  Serena Shay~

~Josh leaned his elbows on the bar, burying his face in his hands. He blinked, trying to not give into the tears stinging his eyes. Frustration and angst worked intricate knots and lattice arrays in and out of his gut and up into his heart.  Solara Gordon~