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  • All the Trees in Pearl

    I just finished reading Emily Ryan-Davis’s, All the Trees in Pearl. Set in Colorado in 1868, it’s the story of a woman who travels across the country to marry one man, and ends up finding another. The attraction is evident from the start and you don’t have to wait long to get some steamy sex scenes between our hero and heroine.

    The characters themselves were a little contradictory. The heroine sways between being perfectly proper and a lustful lady. The hero is equally undecided between being harsh and unforgiving or the perfect prince. Most of the story fit the ranch/western feel of the setting well, although there were a few things that didn’t seem to jive with what I think of as being typical of that period.

    However, this is an erotic story and the sex was very hot! It is frequent, non-monotonous, and has a very real feel to it.

    I’d definitely recommend All the Trees in Pearl as a light, fun read, with plenty of heat to back it up!

  • Frosting on the Cake


    Frosting on the Cake by Evilynne

    “It’s bad luck to see the bride in her wedding dress, Jack!” Annie insisted from her side of the door to her apartment.

    “Then go take it off, I won’t mind,” he said in his most intimate voice. He heard the lock turn and Annie’s running footsteps as she retreated to the bedroom before he could catch a glimpse of her in her gown.

    Entering slowly to give his flustered fiancé a chance to change, he wandered past the kitchen and glanced inside. Their wedding cake stood on her large butcher-block table, pristine and white. Cake decorating tools lay scattered across the table, including a full tube of frosting. Annie worked in a bakery and had just finished making their wedding cake herself. She had done a damn fine job if he was any judge of cakes. Picking up the tube of frosting, Jack squeezed a small amount onto his finger and licked it off absently.

    An interesting thought came to mind; this frosting would be good for decorating more than just cake. Carrying the tube of frosting with him, he headed toward Annie’s bedroom and pushed the door open just in time to see her slam the closet shut.

    “There, now you can come in,” she huffed.

    Jack noted that in her haste to conceal the gown, Annie hadn’t yet removed her bra and a half petticoat made from crinoline designed to make the skirt full. Without the gown covering it, Jack thought his blushing bride looked like a meringue – fluffy, sweet, and quite edible. He crossed the room and reached behind her to expertly unclasp the bra with his free hand.

    “Show me how this thing works, Annie,” he said, holding out the tube of frosting but focusing his attention on her bare chest.

    “What?”

    “How do I make those little peaks of frosting, like you did all over the cake,” he repeated. “Like this?” he began, and squeezed out a small dollop of creamy goodness onto Annie’s breast, then another and another. After he had formed a neat row he leaned forward and licked it off suggestively, his eyes meeting hers with intensity.

    “Jack, you’ll make yourself sick if you eat all of that frosting, and you’re getting it all over my petticoat!” she giggled.

    “Let me worry about my sweet tooth,” Jack reassured her. “And I’ll take the petticoat to the dry cleaner’s, don’t sweat it.” He proceeded to spread more frosting across Annie’s soft skin and anticipated his tasty treat.

    *********************

    Later that day, Jack handed the garment bag across the counter to the clerk at the dry cleaning store. “There are a set of silk sheets here that I’ll pick up in a week or so, but the petticoat I’ll need for tomorrow morning. We’re getting married at noon, is that going to be a problem?”

    Opening the bag, the clerk answered, “No problem, Sir, we’ll have that ready for you.” Inspecting the material, the woman asked, “May I ask what kind of stain this is?”

    “Cake frosting,” Jack replied. “My fiancé decorated our wedding cake herself.”

    “But how did she get frosting all over the petticoat and sheets?”

    “A gentleman never kisses and tells.”

  • Halfway To The Grave


    Hello boys and girls, I am Dawn and I will be your blogger for today! For my first post, I thought I’d review a favorite book of mine. Halfway To The Grave, by Jeaniene Frost, is an urban fantasy romance starring Cat Crawfield. I’ll try not to spoil the ending for you, but I’ll give you a brief look at the main characters and the plot.

    Cat’s mother (who you will despise and pity) was raped by a vampire at what we assume is a young age. She kept Cat and so the whole town treated her horribly for being an unwed mother. The fact that she filed a report for rape, is apparently of no concern to the townsfolk. This is the ONE thing in the book that galled me. This is set in the 2000’s, yet her family and the whole town acted as if it was 1950.

    Anywho, back to the story! Cat’s mother raised her to believe that she was half evil and that all vampires were completely evil and should be killed. Cat killed her first vampire at 16, and continued to do so with her mothers full support. (Can you tell why I don’t like this mother??)

    So one night, while out killing vampires, Cat picked the wrong guy. This was a master vampire who quite easily overpowered her. Bones is a vampire bounty hunter who forces her to work with him. He trains her ruthlessly and together, they work to take down a group of killers.

    I’m afraid that is all I can say with turning into a squee-ing fangirl and ruining the story. The plot was full of twists and turns and the voice of the story was excellent. I could not put the book down till it was finished. This is actually one of the few books I have ever read twice, and the only book I’ve read more than twice. My copy is now worn and tattered and dogeared at so many places I’m afraid I’ll have to start using tabs and color codes!! The writer managed to pull out a “new” vampire story, which gets harder and harder as time goes by. I was very impressed and will definitely be picking up the sequel, One Foot In The Grave, when it comes out this April 29th!

  • Flash Friday the Third

    Every Friday, we will post links to a collection of flash pieces written by our contributing Authors and guests. They may be related to the same prompt, they may be randomly assembled, they will always be enjoyable.

    This week, we give you a hodgepodge of stories:

    Kathleen
    Sleeping Over: A short, romantic piece about a young couple’s evening together. Enjoy!

    A. Catherine Noon
    Green: An entry for the March Flash-A-Day competition, the prompt is “Green.” That’s all, just green. Come see what to make of it when a thief and the police clash over green.

    Gwen
    Colors: A picture-inspired sci-fi piece.

    Dawn
    King Cassioux: A short flash piece from the mans POV.

  • Country Girl.

    Friday is here and so is my turn to post to the blog. I have been nervous about this post because all of those who have gone before me, have set a high standard. But the time for nervousness is over and here is my contribution to the Writer’s Retreat blog for 4th April,
    2008.

    In 1992 my husband and I purchased ten acres of land with a 103 year old Victorian farmhouse and milking dairy, forty five minutes from Melbourne. The dairy had not been in working order for many years and the whole property was in extremely poor condition. It was an animal refuge when we bought it and many of the animals were looked after in the house, it was so run down we virtually had to gut it and then scrub and disinfect everything before we could live in it. But this place had atmosphere, wild gardens, beautiful flowers and masses of potential. So with a whole lot of excitement, enthusiasm and not much money left, we moved in.

    Even though we were still relatively close to Melbourne our water supply was tank and bore water and a very beautiful dam (pond). We soon discovered that the dam leaked and by summer, when we needed it for fire fighting, it was empty. Fortunately we never needed to put out any fires.

    So, when you live in the country you have live stock and that seemed like a great idea. We got ourselves a rooster, whose name was Graham and then his ‘egg’ laying lady, we named Louise. We eventually got him his very own harem of hens and named them ‘the girls’, there were just too many to name individually. From then on Graham always seemed to have a smile on his beak and egg production was at a premium.

    Real free range eggs are the best to eat, so fresh and rich. Some of those eggs weighed in at 90gms each. That is large, very large for an egg and an amazing achievement for any hen. Occasionally I would hear shrieks coming from the kitchen, because someone had cracked open an egg only to find a chicken fetus floating in the bowl. After a couple of experiences like that, I found it difficult to get help when I wanted to cook with eggs.

    Our next animals arrived when some very generous people gave us two lambs, Lamb Chop and Lambert. They were still young enough to be bottle fed and our girls just loved that chore; we never had to ask them twice to do that. Those lambs had free run of the garden day and night and often played on the wooden veranda, clip-clopping noisily with their hooves, often waking us before dawn. Eventually they got to be too big and dangerous.

    On one occasion the larger sheep, Lamb Chop, charged my husband and took him to the ground; repeatedly butting him. As he tells it; he couldn’t get away from the sheep because one of its back legs was caught inside his sneaker. He escaped by getting a neck hold on it with one hand and punching it in the face with the other, until it staggered away. Frightening experience for a city boy.

    Not surprisingly, both sheep ended up on the end of a butcher’s hook and then in my freezer. But they had the last say even in the pot, the meat tasted terrible! We were told later that the reason they tasted so awful was because there was too much testosterone in the meat. Who would have thought!

    We also inherited some semi-tame animals left over from the refuge. One little ring tail possum in particular, loved to be hand fed slices of pear, orange and apple while dangling from the water tank near the back door. But he never got tame enough to let any of us to pat him, probably for the best as they have sharp claws and can be quite vicious if startled or frightened.

    We also had visits from not so welcome wild life; very large spiders as big as my husband’s hands, would sometimes stray into the house. They were so old and slow and gruesome to look at. If I was alone with the kids, I was the one who had to dispose of them. I was not at all brave and many times I killed them because I did not have the courage to pick one of them up and take it outside. To this day I can not pick one up. Unfortunately, I still have to kill them if hubby is not around and I feel sad when I have to commit spider murder. It just seems an affront to Mother Nature.

    We have not lived there for eleven years now. We live on a tiny little parcel of land, in a tiny house, in the inner suburbs of Melbourne. But I have some amazing memories of being a country girl for five years.

  • Thursday Thirteen

    Hard to believe, but it’s already Thursday again. Most of the contributors of the Writer’s Retreat Blog participate in the weekly meme, Thursday Thirteen, so every Thursday we link to the individual sites of each writer’s TT. Hopefully, this helps you get to know each of us a little better.

    This week we’ve got:

    Gwen – Wheels of Glory, or…not

    Kathleen – 13 Sites I Added to My
    Google Reader this Week

    Liz – The Not – Quite Silence of My Home

    A. Catherine Noon – 13 Astronomy Websites

  • Wiley Wednesday: “In Search of Prolific”

    The writers of the Writer’s Retreat Blog have agreed to contribute essays to our series called, “Wiley Wednesday,” in which we will share our thoughts and opinions about the craft of writing. This is my essay for this week. I hope you enjoy!

    In Search of Prolific
    by A. Catherine Noon

    Writing is a lonely pursuit. We can work with each other to an extent, but it ultimately comes down to applying oneself to the page or the keyboard. In order to do this, we have to suspend disbelief in our right to communicate, and trust that we have something worthwhile to say. Even if we are our own audience through a journal, we need to be able to let ourselves put thoughts down long enough to capture them, even if later we might decide they’re silly or unworthy. But in order to have written something, it’s axiomatic that we must, well, write it.

    There are many reasons why we have trouble with writing. There are just as many theories as to how to overcome it. I have found many of them to be silly or, worse, damaging. Applying a left-brain, ‘you must do this,’ approach does not work long-term. Writing, like the practice of any art, is an art, not a science. In science, we have the Scientific Method to tell us how to proceed. (Top scientists in their field will tell you that those who advance a field are just as much artists and I believe that. I speak here of the work of science, the general day-to-day experiments and theses that must be done in the course of a scientist’s day.) First, we have a theory. We test that theory. We record the results. We see if the successful results can be duplicated. These are standardized rules that have been agreed upon for decades.

    Writing, sadly, has no such mantra. There is no bank of writerly ideas that one can plumb and then write an automatically good story, not to mention a commercially viable one (which is not necessarily the same thing, though many times it is). In order to sustain any long-term creative endeavor, we need to have something to say. And therein lies the rub.

    How does one come up with something to say? First, one needs to believe that whatever one wants to say is worth saying. Worth writing down. This is a surprisingly tough hurdle for us to surmount. When we’re young, first and second grade, we are, by and large, blabbermouths. We have opinions on everything (those of you with that age of child will know what I mean). Even comparatively “quiet” kids can go on at length (dare I say, “ad nauseum?”) about a topic that interests them. Then what happens? My personal theory is institutional schooling happens, where we’re critiqued and only good, nice, well-lined up little soldier thoughts are appropriate. Messy, creative and goofy thoughts are discouraged. Whether or not I’m right, something happens and we muzzle ourselves. We need to learn how to prize that muzzle off ourselves and begin, slowly at first but with gaining momentum, to start communicating again.

    One tool I have found enormously useful here is Morning Pages, an idea talked about by Julia Cameron in her book, The Artist’s Way. The idea is that you roll out of bed and onto the page, thereby evading the Censor. You write three pages. Why three? I saw Ms. Cameron speak recently, and she answered this question from the audience. She said that three seems like a good number, not too much, and not too little. People in her classes seem to be able to do them regularly. As a student of her work, I agree. Three pages doesn’t seem like too much, and it’s enough for me to get the “gunk” out of my head and onto the page. Sometimes I get diamonds in the process, sometimes just mud. But it’s on the page and, suddenly, I have something I’ve – gasp – written.

    Another tool I like is from Natalie Goldberg in her book, Writing Down the Bones. She suggests setting a goal for oneself, like fill up one notebook a month. She then goes on to point out, if it’s Day 27 and you’ve got nothing, then you have a lot to do between the 27th and the 31st. Gulp. What a way to trick the procrastinator! It’s okay to put it off all month (and believe me, I’ve done that on occasion!), but by the end of the month, look out! Caffeine and Denny’s, here I come. I once wrote, fueled by two mochas and dreadful coffee, until about 2:30 in the morning at my local Denny’s. The service staff is surprisingly accommodating to the lonely writer. And man! You see the weirdest people at that hour of the morning. Why, I could tell you stories!

    Exactly!

    That’s yet another tool. Josip Novakovich, in his book The Fiction Writer’s Workshop, suggests going out to a café or restaurant and just observing the people there. Then write down what you see. You don’t even have to have a story to tell. Just, “there’s a blonde at the table next to me, eating cherry pie.” You might wonder why she’s eating pie. Maybe she just left her husband. She’s an alcoholic out late. She’s a spy. She’s an alien. Or, she’s a blonde eating cherry pie, and it’s the business man in the table near her who’s the spy. Poof. You have a page or two or more of observations, peppered with speculation and silliness. But that’s what makes the story.

    A word about “mood.” A lot of writers have told me they don’t “feel like” writing. But my argument is, writing is a verb. An action verb. “To write.” Means, put pencil or pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard, and put down words. It is not, “to emote.” “To wait until inspiration strikes.” “To sit, staring, drooling even, until the words come.” It’s “to write.” That’s all. It’s that simple. All the drama and foo-foo about the rest of it, is drama and foo-foo. Not pertinent. In fact, it’s a good idea to put all that stuff down on the page. Perfect fodder for the morning pages, as a matter of fact. “I feel poopy today. I don’t want to write.” Then write three pages about why you don’t want to write.

    Someone once asked me, a little desperately, is that all? Three pages is what makes you so prolific? I told them that there’s more to it than that, that it’s all about the exercises in the Artist’s Way and other things, but after having an opportunity to think about it I think the answer is a little bit that the three pages are a secret. Not “the” secret, because I don’t think any one thing we do is it, it’s the combined influence of all we do that alchemizes within us. But I do think that three pages is a magical elixir that, over the course of days and months, can alter your experience of your creativity. I can tell you that I have done them since 1995 and they have completely overhauled my life, not just my writing. Other things have helped too, but when I am stuck and haven’t written my pages, I can feel it. If I sit down and write them, something subtle happens and I feel better. I may not get THE ANSWER, boom!, but something does begin to shift and move around and flow.

    There’s a great prayer that Julia Cameron shares with us in The Artist’s Way: You take care of the quality, I’ll take care of the quantity. Regardless of your concept of deity, this is a potent affirmation. If you disconnect yourself from needing to do it well, or perfect, or right, or grammatically correct, you are able to just do it. “It” doesn’t need to “be” anything other than what it is. Is every word I’ve written since 1995 gold? Of course not. But I’ve written a huge amount, and some of it is gold. I average 100 pages a month in journal work. In March, 2008, I wrote over 30 short stories and two novellas, as well as did a structural overhaul on my novel. I am positive that this work could not have been done without the Morning Pages and other groundwork that I’ve done. There’s no secret to it, but there is work. No drama, but story.

    Trust yourself, and write. Or, don’t trust yourself. But write.

    That’s the secret.

  • Celebrating the Day

    I’m never exactly sure what to say when I blog, especially since this particular blog doesn’t just represent me, but a whole group of very talented women. I was given entirely too much freedom. I was told that I could choose anything at all that I wanted to write about, which left me with nothing to say. Then I got to thinking about what groups of women enjoy talking about amongst themselves, and it occurred to me that one of the hottest topics is horror stories about pregnancy, labor, and delivery. So, let me tell you about my episiotomy. And, oh by the way, April Fools!

    Yes, it is that day again, April 1st, so bring on the pranks! Long before MTV taught us that you could get away with doing just about anything, no matter how cruel, as long as you screamed, “Punk’d!” when you were through, there was April Fools’ Day. This day has long been celebrated by school children convincing their teachers that their shoes are untied, and by people placing small plastic insects in other people’s food. But April Fools isn’t just for kids, a surprising number of seemingly serious organizations, corporations, and even governments have participated – with varying degrees of success. I thought that in celebration of this fabulous holiday, I would share a few of my favorites with you.

    1. The Left-Handed Whopper – USA Today ran a full page ad in 1998, in which Burger King announced that it was releasing a new sandwich, so as to stop discriminating against the 32 million left-handed Americans. This new version of the Whopper would have all of the same toppings, but they would be rotated 180 degrees for the convenience of their south-paw customers.

    2. Disney Buys the Eiffel Tower – In 1986, the French government announced that it had made an agreement with Disney that the company could dismantle the Eiffel Tower and reconstruct it as an attraction at the new EuroDisney, which was about to be opened.

    3. No Surfing While Under the Influence – PC Magazine ran an article in 1994, stating that congress was working on passing a law that made it illegal to use the internet while drunk. This bill was going to give the FBI authority to wire tap homes to verify that people were not surfing and drinking. It said that Ted Kennedy was responsible for this new bill, and so many people believed it, that he had to hold a press conference to deny the rumor.

    4. Big Ben Gets a Facelift – In 1980, the BBC announced that in order to keep up with technology, the clock faces in Big Ben were going to be removed and replaced with a digital readout.

    5. The Taco Liberty Bell – in 1996, Taco Bell took out a full-paged ad in the New York Times announcing that they had purchased the Liberty Bell and they were going to rename it the Taco Liberty Bell. Some reporter actually asked about this at a White House press conference later that day. Proving that he had a sense of humor, Mike McCurry, the white house press secretary, replied by announcing that the government had also sold the Lincoln Memorial and it was going to be renamed the Ford Lincoln Mercury Memorial.

    There are many more examples of “official” April Fool’s pranks out there, but it all just leads back to the same conclusion. Whatever you are doing today, try to keep a sense of humor and DON’T TRUST ANYONE! – no matter how serious and official they may seem. Now go forth and fool someone else!

    Alright then, back to the painful medical interventions involved in my son’s birth … April Fools!

  • Seduced by Darkness


    Okay, first – a disclaimer:
    This is the second book in Ms. Devlin’s Dark Realm series. Perhaps if I had read the first part, my impressions would have been different.

    ***This is a spoiler-free review.***

    The story had lots of interesting elements: a vampire hero who was previously a Templar Knight; a captive demon escaped from its mausoleum prison because of a hurricane; the chaos and devastation that ensue after said hurricane; a vampiric, jaded but closet submissive heroine, who is also a New Orleans cop.

    Overall, if you are looking for a quick, very steamy read – this book does the trick. Ms. Devlin has a gift for keeping the sex scenes from feeling monotonous, and the writing direct and well-paced.

    The prose was clean, and the characterizations were good – though I have to say that Chessa’s issues were enraging at times as an obstacle to her acceptance of Nic. And Nic’s accent and pet-names for her switched from the old cliche ‘ma petite’ to a cowboy drawl, to some sorta Cajun-ish feel too often for my tastes. The antagonist started with a bang, very creepy and sinister, but I was a bit disappointed with the resolution. The book was left wide open for the story to continue.

    There was a lot of potential here, and while I was interested to see how it all came together, the story left me with an ‘unfinished’ feeling that irks. Erotica is not my usual genre of choice, but paranormal romance is. For paranormal romance, this book is a stretch. It falls much easier into the erotic romance/erotica category. The sex scenes dominate most of the book, and while they do drive the relationship plot forward, I found them distracting from the battle against the main antagonist, which had the potential to engage me much further.

    Even though my reaction was luke-warm, the book did keep me turning the pages. I think it’s a testament to Ms. Devlin’s skills at pacing and writing scenes that demand attention, even if the action-driven plot took a very secondary position.

    I don’t have an erotica scale to grade it, but on my paranormal romance scale, I gave it two and a half bleeding hearts out of five.

  • Role-play?!

    So, I’m a role player. Have been for almost five years (Eff, that long?) and I think it’s really improved my writing.

    Everyone has, once in their life, role-played. When you’re a kid pretending to be an evil storm warlock of DOOM or the princess of pink unicorns, that’s role-play. When you’re training the do CPR, that’s role-play. When you croon ‘Happy birthday, Mr President’ to your main squeeze, that’s role-play.

    The role-play community sprouted mainly because of the first example, and it’s what I’m going to be talking about here. If you’re more interested in the second, you’ll have to do your own research into CPR training, and if you want more of the third… go grab your honey. ^-^

    Getting back on track, there are several different ways to role-play. The main dividers are whether you are in the same room as your co-players or not during the sessions.

    The original way to role-play (hereafter shortened to RP) was in-person with several other players around a table. This is called ‘Tabletop’ among RPers. I am sure you’ve heard of Dungeons and Dragons, which, if not the founding game, sure helped RP catch on. It involves the use of dice and paper and a central non-player titled Games (or Dungeon) Master.

    The other in-person interaction is called Live Action Role Play (or LARP for short). This involves acting out scenarios while staying in character. It is a lot like Tabletop, but with the use of props. This can also include Murder Mysteries you can buy in boxes.

    The other side of role-play is done online.

    There are games like World of Warcraft, Star Wars Galaxies and Second Life. You create a graphic avatar and move that avatar around a world. In some games, there are quests, or a story line to guide you through. Some have no other played characters and in others there are thousands of people.

    The last type I will talk about is called Freeform. This is a lot like writing a story by a paragraph or two, from the point of view of your character. Freeform can be based in a chat room, over an instant messenger or something called a PBEM – or play by e-mail.

    I’m going to expand a little on the PBEM style, because it’s my own preferred RP choice. It can be played via your inbox, or on a board such as Yahoo Groups or EZBoard. Moderators set down the rules, and usually screen your character before allowing them to be used to interact with other player’s characters. These games can be based on anything, from historical thrillers to space operas, or fan-games based on a film, tv series or book.

    I found that playing for just a few months, my story characters are deeper, more interesting without being Mary-Sueish and could handle situations in a more realistic fashion. Playing with just my characters like this helped me understand them more, understand their motives and let me know what worked and what didn’t.

    I think it’s a great tool for understanding character development and (most times) a confidence booster. Players must beware the Trolls and Drama Llamas, though. They can suck the fun out of game play fast, and could even be lethal (to a RP game, that is).

    It is definitely worth a try and I recommend it.

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