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Week thirty-nine

30/9/2015

 
It was bound to happen; sometime this year I was going to look at porn... library porn. Books Make a Home by Damian Thompson is a coffee table book filled with different book storage and display ideas for around the house. However, these are not ideas for the DIY person or for the ordinary house. These are extreme libraries.

Custom built shelving, special reading chairs, intricate book sculptures, if you have ever thought of it, it is here in between the front and back cover. And some of the designs are wacky and not quite to my taste. Personally I like the idea of floor to ceiling shelving throughout a double height room, the lower sections are cupboards, framing around tall sash windows with their own little window seats, a ladder that is attached to a railing along the top and wheels on the bottom to go zooming around. Yeah, I’ve thought about this very seriously.

The images are cool and if you’re not looking for something stimulating this is perfect to flick through and dream of your own library. Silly me, I read the accompanying words. Well, the text is pretty pointless with no real direction for designing your own shelving just ramblings and the odd insult to self-published authors; yeah, Thompson worked in the publishing industry and thinks traditional is the only way, though I’d like to use his own work as evidence to the contradictive. Several times the layout has been in the incorrect order, when one paragraph hasn’t ended it isn’t necessarily continued on the following or even the page after that, sometimes its eight pages later and this happens a couple of times. Well done editors for picking up that mistake. Just check out 44 and then see it continue onto 50, also over at 120 and ends on 127 with a different section of text in between. So confusing.

Okay, final thing to say; this is good to flick through for ideas but it lacks substance so don’t really bother reading the text. Find what you like and add it to the dream house plan. But if you’re not a reader and have no collection to care for, then how do you live?!

The mountain you can eat

29/9/2015

 
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For those who have read Blair: Salem's Daughter, you will understand why this cake tin is amazing! And the rest of you who have no idea why I am flapping my hands, bouncing in my seat, and having a hard time not to laugh and cry at the same time... this is one of my mountains over looking Amber City, and is actually a sleeping dragon, and... oh, go read the story, book two will be coming out soon.
Blair: Salem's Daughter - paperback
Blair: salem's daughter - e-book

Shirtless Montage... because I have ovaries.

28/9/2015

 

Frisky Friday Part 17

25/9/2015

 
Stepping into Ash’s I flicked the light on in the hallway. “Don’t worry about making too much noise, her flat-mate is working nights this week,” I kicked off my shoes and closed the front door.

Jai stood awkwardly to the side, Ash cradled to his chest. “I can’t take my shoes off like this.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Turning on my heel I led the way down the hall to Ash’s room. It was a bomb zone. Clothes had exploded from the cupboards and were strewn like body parts across the floor, bed and desk in the corner. I tip toed over and pulled the tangled sheet out of the way.

Jai hesitated before striding across and laying Ash down.

I got to work on pulling off her shoes and the jewellery that could tangle in the sheet and either choke her to death or rip from her ears and make her bleed to death.

“You’ve done this before?”

I nodded, not bothering to look back at him as I tucked the sheet and then blanket around her. “And she’s done it for me.”

“Sounds like a great friendship.”

“Yeah, it is. Even though we’re so different and everything else, we’re still there for each other and it doesn’t matter what other people think or say.”

“People say things?”

Now I looked up at him. “Compare us. She is gorgeous and charming and every guy wants to get her into bed. Now me on the other hand... I’m not ugly and I’m not looking for compliments or anything but I know what I look like and that I don’t look like her and don’t attract attention in the same way. We’re so different.”

Jai didn’t take his eyes off me as I spoke and I could feel my cheeks begin to burn. Had I said too much? Or was he realising that Ash would’ve been the better choice?

“We should probably get out of here.” With a stroke over her hair, I checked to make sure Ash was alright and then stood and left her bedroom. It would take eight hours before she would wake up and nothing else. No noise or fire could disturb Ash when she finally fell asleep.

“You’re right,” Jai said.

I blinked at him. He stepped towards me, crowding me against the wall. I felt my heart begin to race and skin tingle. “About?”

“Being different to Ash. You’re you and that is what is attractive.”

“Oh.”

He stepped again and was pressed against me, pushing so my back was flat against the wall behind. “You don’t have to look like a stripper or laugh at my jokes. I think you’re hot when being sarcastic.”

I shivered. His hands were by his side, and I wanted them to be on me, even though he was just resting his weight on top of me. My breasts were being squeezed against his chest and hips were gently grinding into each other. I stared at his lips. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. “Kiss me,” the demand came forth.

Smiling he leaned down and did just that, exactly like he’d done in his car on our first date. He kissed without restraint, pushing hard against my mouth. I shivered, my hands coming up to tangle in his hair as I gave him exactly what I wanted.

Still his hands were by his side.

I tore my mouth from his, he followed me a couple of inches looking confused as to why we stopped. “What are you doing with your hands?” I demanded.

His eyes twinkled. “Do you want me touching here?” he directed my attention to his hands touching the sides of my thighs gently and slowly.

I shook my head. “Higher.”

He gave me a cocky smile. “Here?” they came to my hips, taking the hem of my skirt up so his fingers were on my bare skin. I gasped and he kissed me again.

Oh god. My hips bucked forward, rubbing my pelvis against the protruding zipper of his jeans... it didn’t ease the pressure building or the want to have him...

My fingers tugged on his hair, angling his head to one side, shifting his lips from my mouth to my jaw. He groaned and kissed his way down to my neck. There, right there, he sucked on the flesh and I muffled my scream into his shoulder. “Uh, yes, hmm.”

His hands moved around to my ass and gripped hard, holding my hips in place as he rubbed against me. Down lower his lips ventured. My breasts were rising and falling with my panting breath. “Please,” I begged.

He looked up at me, lips still attached to my collar bone. “Please what?” he murmured against the flesh.

I glared at him. Really? He wanted me to articulate exactly what I wanted him to suck on? Instead I again tugged on his hair and pushed him towards what I wanted. His exhaled breath skated over and raised goose bumps. But he didn’t put his lips back on my skin.

“Please kiss me.”

“Where?”

“Um...” I knew the words would sound ridiculous coming out of my mouth. Kiss my boobs please. Nope, not going to say it. My face burned. My lips clamped together and refused to open.

Jai straightened and looked me in the eye. “You can say it.”

“I don’t want to. I just want you to do it.”

“I’m not a mind reader.”

“Right... can you just kiss me again please?” I was sick of talking and wanted to go back to his lips on mine.

He moved in and claimed my lips once more. His hands removed themselves from under my skirt and came to rest on my waist. It felt way too tame compared to seconds before. I wanted to go back to that, back to wanting him all over me... or to be all over him.

“Let me show you the lounge,” I gasped into his mouth.

“How about I show you my place?” He grinned.

A touch of Winter

24/9/2015

 
It has been a while since a paranormal story has come into my head and demanded to be written. Well, it's happening, maybe. No title to the series that is playing out, just yet, though I do have the first book title 'Winter'. The main character is awesome (I love her already and can't wait to have her do some really horrible things) and so different to Cassidy, and Cecelia actually. The story is still developing but the beginning and ending are there and just waiting on me to start typing. I'm really excited.

I am hoping this works and it doesn't end up like so many of my ideas; half baked and driving me insane. So far I have 260 words written for the first chapter (and so many notes jotted down) and am aiming for 30,000 words overall.  What is it about? Hmm, I'm not sure I want to share the story just yet. Let me write it first.
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