It’s been an incredibly busy week. I got back from Chicago on Monday where we celebrated my amazing nephew’s birthday…
Then it was back to my daily grind…aka the day job that limits my writing time. Hubby, being the sexy, awesome romantic that he is bought me chocolate truffles and chocolate covered strawberries. He know me well…
I don’t need grand gestures. He shows me his love every day with the little things he does to let me know he loves me, supports me, and he listens.
But then I thought about you guys… My awesome loyal readers and friends… You guys deserve some Valentine’s Day appreciation, too! So I made my new book HALF OFF!
As many of you know, I recently released my first full sized novel. So far it’s been well received and I’ve been blown away with gratitude. One of my coolest experiences came from a Facebook book club I’ve been involved with for years.
They chose to make my book their January Group Read, and as a newish author that meant everything. What was really amazing was that they decided to a thread focusing in on their favorite moments and quotes…. I was blown away and way too entertained. Seriously. Just when you start to second guess yourself, moments like these come up. Moments where someone decides to share YOUR writing and you’re both laughing hysterically because it’s both funny and you forgot you made a character say that, but also you realize…that was legitimately a great line! And it builds your confidence.
The quote at the top of this post was the “kick-off” quote coming from Drew, one of the male leads in this book.
Other honorable mentions? How about these:
“That’s what best friends do for each other.” Ty raised an eyebrow. “Did you think that would change just because you’ve smoked my pipe?”
Ty to Drew in A Way With Words
The above quote was in reference to Drew and Ty and their first intimate moment with each other.
“If you think it sounds like an uptight douche bustin’ a nut, I’d say ‘hell yeah’.”
Ty to Drew in response to overhearing someone having sex
This quote in particular had me laughing so hard my hubby asked if I was ok.
“… apparently waiting to show you her tricked out twat.”
Kalina to Drew
This quote was made by Kalina to Drew when they discovered a woman had sneaked into Drew’s bed, complete with decorated lady bits…
What has this taught me? That I’m extremely fortunate to have amazing people in my life who appreciate my snarky dialogue and that sometimes I actually am kinda witty.
What has chasing your dreams taught you? What’s something your friends/tribe done to support you that’s blown your mind?
And if you’re looking for my book link…Click the book cover on the side and it will lead you right to it. BTW, it’s FREE on Kindle Unlimited and check out THIS REVIEW!
It’s been a while since I’ve jumped up on my soapbox, but longtime followers of this blog know my hot buttons…and my lack of filter (hopefully in a good way).
Today I saw something that made me furious enough to write this post; something that hasn’t happened in a while.
An author friend of mine shared a “what-the-fuckety-fuck-is-this-shit” kind of promo privately. She was angry, and rightfully so! She was asking about the trope this “person” was writing in. I wish I could say I’ve never heard of that theme or that it didn’t exist, but it’s as old as time and pisses me off every time I see it.
When did being overweight or “ugly” translate into being undeserving of love? Because the way some of these stories are written, these women are undeserving of these so called heroes and their attention until they either become skinny and gorgeous or have a complete makeover and wardrobe overhaul. And then they’re finally deserving of being noticed and/or loved.
I call bullshit.
What makes a person truly lovable and beautiful, in my opinion, rarely has anything to do with physical appearances. In fact, some of the ugliest people I’ve seen are aesthetically pleasing and/or proportioned to societal standards, but don’t have heart or character. For me, it actually diminishes their physical beauty as well.
Now intelligence? A sense of humor? Empathy? I find those traits sexy as hell! Kindness? Not nearly enough of it in the world, so it beautifies a person just as much as a smile does.
Here’s my take on that lame-ass book trope. It’s right up there with the overuse of “billionaire” heroes. Old and tired.
My exception? If it’s the herione’s own insecurities that prove to be the stumbling block, not the hero’s lack of character and depth. Because here’s another sad truth. When people say “you can’t love someone who can’t love themselves,” there’s a grain of truth, but probably not in a literal sense. People who don’t love or believe in themselves don’t believe themselves worthy of the emotion when others try to give it. They may be receiving it, but they can’t be forced to accept the gift.
That’s something within themselves that they’ll need to fix, and no fault of the hero.
So if you’ve ever been made to feel like you were less somehow, I hope you realize that the deficiency is in them. Not you. You’re amazing just the way you are. BTW, it happens to all of us at some point… Even me. Hell, someone once offered me $1000 to lose weight and another one offered to buy me a boob job so I could fit their versions of beauty. Too bad I like who I am and I know my worth. I hope you know yours too, and shut that shit down. No one needs that kind of undermining negativity in their lives, agreed?
Know what I think makes me beautiful? My belief in the best in people and my willingness to battle for people not powerful enough to fight for themselves. (AKA don’t fuck with an underdog in my presence unless you want to bleed.) I also think my loyalty and intelligence may me a pretty decent catch. 😉
What about you? What makes you a beautiful person? Has anyone ever tried to make you feel less? How did you handle it?
We all have those awkward moments when parents go rogue and get a little TMI or do something completely unexpected that leaves your jaw dragging on the floor, right?
Mine happened after my bridal shower while we were sitting around a table with one of my mom’s co-workers and her daughter (both whom I’d just met that day), my aunt, my cousin, and my sister.
It all started innocently enough with my sister telling us how she’d accidentally worn CFM pumps to church and nearly face planted when the heel stuck in the carpet and how difficult they were to walk in. She hadn’t realized when she’d bought them that they were that high or what CFM (Come Fuck Me) stood for in the first place…until her friend saved her from the disastrous fall and told her what those kinds of shoes were called.
We were all laughing when my mom, who apparently owned the same pair of shoes, decided to throw in her $.02 and tell us all that she’s never had any issues with her heels and that my step-dad loved it when she wore them to bed.
On the one hand, mom deserves a fist bump and a, “You go get you some!”
On the other? She’s my mom and I needed to scrub my imagination.
Although this story was hilarious, it reminded me of an old classmate of mine from early high school. You see, Paul had a HUGE crush on my mom. To the point that his 14 year old self had decided he needed to marry her.
And he took it a step further.
He, in front of me and several of our other friends, walked up to another parent who was good friends with my mom and asked, “Mr. B. do you think I’d make a good step-dad?”
The boy was serious. (And I was seriously dying because 1. my mom has NEVER been into boys. 2. that took guts. And 3. I was older than him by a year and was never gonna be calling that kid dad.)
In my new book, A Way With Words, one of our heroes, Drew, has an outrageous mom, too, so I thought I’d share a little excerpt.
“I…” Drew said between gasps and howls. “Just..realized…something! Haha!”
Ty snickered as he watched Drew wiping tears from his eyes. “What’s that?”
“My mom’s gonna be so jealous!” Drew roared. “She’s gonna think I stole her man!”
“Are you serious?” Ty was grinning.
Drew sucked in a deep breath and tried to steady his giggles. “I’d say as a heart attack, but after the last ER visit, I’d rather none of us had to be in the vicinity of that place.” He smirked at Ty, then grimaced at the cramp in his side. “She called dibs on you the day she met you, years ago. Of course, back then I’m pretty sure she had no idea that I’d be her prime competition, not that I think she’d care. Hell, she may get a little awkward. You remember her tendency to overshare, right?”
Suddenly his humor had dried up as he pictured the awkward, way-too-detailed-for-any-son’s-comfort advice the woman tended to dole out. Shit. He had no doubt she was going to be fine with everything, but if the woman started giving him lube advice or asking Ty kinky questions no mom should ask, he was going to die. Hell, he should probably warn Kalina. He just knew his mom was going to ask her if she enjoyed being the meat in a man sandwich or some such. Ugh. He loved the woman, but she had no filter. He was under no delusions that he came by that trait honestly.
Ty’s face lit up. “Relax! We can handle your mom. Hell, I love that woman.” He winked at Drew. “If I were into cougars, I might have taken her up on her teasing eons ago.”
Last night I finally clicked “PUBLISH” on my manuscript I’ve been working on. Amazon said it would be up to 72 hours, so imagine my surprise when I got home from the day job this afternoon and found it live!
That’s right… A Way With Words is officially up and available for purchase HERE! I’m also in the process of finalizing the format for the paperback copy as well.
In the meantime, I thought I’d share an excerpt from my shiny, new book!
She stood up with the force of her anger, causing him to shift backward, lose his balance, and lay sprawled at her feet, staring up at her in shock. Quickly, he tried to regain some semblance of dignity and get up.
“Lie?” Drew squawked as he rumbled back up to his feet, trying with no success to slap the dirt off his jeans, but only managing to spread mud stains instead. Hurt turned his eyes a honey brown. “I never lied to you.”
“Oh no?” Her eyes narrowed as she poked him hard in the center of his chest. “You said you weren’t a country star. What the hell are you if not the country star?”
His eyes warmed, remembering her and that moment fondly, even as he wrapped her delicate hand in his for self-preservation. “Now darlin’.” He was afraid if he didn’t stop her she’d poke all the way through his ribs, right into his bruised heart. “That’s not exactly how that went down. If I recall correctly, your exact words were, ‘don’t tell me you’re a country artist’. What I said was, ‘okay, I won’t’. An omission, for sure. But not a lie.”
Damn him. She could already feel herself softening. Getting pulled into the vortex that was Drew. She didn’t want to talk this out. Angry was easier. Angry hurt less. Made her less vulnerable. Because if this is how she felt now, when she barely knew him, she wasn’t sure she’d survive being invested in him.
“Semantics,” she snapped. “You knew what I thought.”
Drew put his hands up in surrender. “Okay, yeah, I did. But to be fair, it was a little white lie. I was just agreeing with you, but honestly, did you really think we were ever going to see each other again?” He raised an eyebrow. “I know I didn’t. Hell, if I had, I’d have done so many things differently.”
“Like?” She crossed her arms over her chest, curious against her will. He had a point. She was self-aware enough to admit, at least to herself, that there were a lot of things she’d have done differently, too.
“Well, I’d have at least asked for your name.” The beginnings of a grin began to spread across his face. “And maybe told you mine. Well, my first name, anyway. Honestly, part of the appeal for me was that you didn’t seem to know who I was. You treated me like I could’ve been any hot, charming stud.”
Her snort turned into a belly laugh. Damn him. He was still funny. “All that, and you sing, too? Why ever are you single?”
“I ask myself that every day.”
I hope you enjoyed this little tidbit and decide to check out my book. I had a blast writing Kalina, Drew, and everyone else. Now to work on the next story….
Even as children we’re taught (hopefully) about the importance of practicing safe sex. The discussion can manifest itself in various ways depending on a family’s personal or religious beliefs, and that’s up to them. But the thing they usually have in common is discussing the medical results of unsafe sex.
As someone who grew up in hospitals and with family members and lots of friends in the medical industry (plus having worked in the medically related field in multiple roles over the years), knowing just how dangerous bodily fluid exchanges can be is hammered into your brain. As an office manager in a doctor’s office, it was my responsibility to make sure our staff had all the proper supplies to ensure their safety and to have a course of action prepared should our safety protocols fail because accidents can still happen.
By now you’re thinking, “Okay Kitt, we get it. Safe sex is important to you. But why are you sharing all this stuff with us?”
Good question. (And not just because I’m a big fan of Safe, Sane, and Consensual)
I was in a book group the other day when this question was brought up…
“Have you ever had someone cum on your face? If so, was it accidental or on purpose?”
The person asking had never had the experience and was curious. I was honest. I’ve only experienced it deliberately. Not only is it rude and exhibiting a lack of control for an “accidental” face mask, but it could also potentially be dangerous.
Then came the follow up question….
“If it was done without your permission, would you be pissed off?”
Hell yeah, I’d be pissed off! As stated above, there are all sorts of dangers that haven’t been discussed. If I’m going to let a man leave me an all natural, organic face mask, I’m going to want to know that the product isn’t tainted or substandard.
So imagine my surprise when someone came at me about my concerns being unrealistic. Why? Because apparently there are people out there who believe that the only way to have oral sex is unprotected. So since I already (in this person’s mind) had his uncovered cock stroking my tonsils, what’s the big difference as to whether or not I get his jizz all over my face.
First, there are plenty of people out there who know that it is absolutely possible to give head to raincoat covered cock. No, latex isn’t the tastiest, but it’s safe.
Second, even if I were to decide to have raincoat-less oral, sperm comes out fast and hot. If you’re going to potentially blind a woman, she has the right to make the choice to take the risk. 😉
Third, the eyes are a very vulnerable when it comes to exposure to bodily fluids. The eye is a mucous membrane, hence it’s susceptible to quite a bit…so semen, golden showers, or any other exchange of bodily fluids near that area are not to be taken lightly.
Fourth, consent should always be an active part of sex. Any sex. Yes, that includes oral (and how it’s done). You wouldn’t just pee on someone without discussing golden showers first, would you? (And if your answer is yes, know it’s a great way to get your teeth knocked in.)
Safe sex is still a thing. And important. And being concerned about it doesn’t make you uncool. Any partner worth their salt should be having this discussion with you.
So yeah, I was a little surprised that my statement was seen as contradictory, but hey… Maybe I was overreacting.
What are your thoughts on this subject?
Are there any subjects in the “safe sex” universe that have boggled your mind? Maybe made you feel old? I’d love to hear your thoughts.
I’m so lucky as an author and a person. I am surrounded by amazing people who believe in me and encourage me to chase my dreams. One of them is the incredible woman who designed this book from Laura Jean Designs. She’s brilliant with cover design and a pretty stellar author as well.
Now check out her amazing art! Is this not absolutely beautiful?
Kalina Santos went to Nashville to lick her wounds and regroup.
A random encounter with a stranger leads her to adventure and a new career
Country star, Drew Kendall, was jaded and worried about
losing his band. The last thing he expected was to be intrigued by a brown-eyed
beauty with no idea who he was.
Drew never intended to hurt his bandmate, Ty. But
carelessness has consequences and some things can’t be undone.
One woman. Two bandmates. Will Kalina come between them, or is between them where she’s meant to be? If love is a song, what happens when the tune of your heart sounds more like a trio? Will outside forces generate discord and sharp notes, or can three unique souls blend to create the perfect harmony? You won’t want to miss a beat of this love ballad.
What do you guys think? Is it not absolutely gorgeous? Are you following me on my other platforms yet? Come join the fun! All are welcome and I love getting to know fellow book lovers! This book will be available VERY SOON!