At this time of year I just know you are all on the lookout for a bargain... well have I got one for you! All the backlist books at www.extasybooks.com are going for 30% off the listed price. You could buy a story for each one of the twelve days of Christmas and have enough left over for those wonderful bath bubbles you know you deserve! So scoot on over and be sure to check out one or two of my stories.
The Empress
Boundaries
Let Me Say Goodbye
The Birthday Gift
New Year's Kiss
A Risk Worth Taking
The Stone House
Waxing Weekend
The Retreat
A Time to Dance
The Affair
Violet Visions (anthology)
Have a funtastic day!
Jojo xoxo
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Winter's beginning in an Ontario Village
Well it's here.
The season of whiteness... cold feet... wet mittens and beautiful scenery. I have an absolute love/hate relationship with Old Man Winter.
I love the way this season looks, smells and sounds. I even love the way it feels when I am walking in the blueish twilight, with the love of my life as the silver-dollar-sized flakes drift onto my outstretched, waiting tongue. I thoroughly enjoy the excited squeals of neighborhood children as they sluice down the glassy hills, construct their impenetrable forts and glide across the solidity of the ice on our village's small ponds.
All very sensual as the senses go into overdrive at the wonder of it all.
What I hate about it all is the mess and the danger it brings with it. Being here, in this village, away from the hustle and bustle of any large town has its pros and cons. On the pro side... we are a long way down on the priority list when it comes to clearing the roads. Therefore we get to enjoy the unmarred crispness of the pure white landscape for longer than any city dweller. Yes, we revel in this beauty for as long as we can.
On the con side... we are a long way down on the priority list when it comes to clearing the roads. As we have to travel to one of the surrounding towns to take advantage of the convenience of a larger grocery store or any chain store... or more importantly a book store... the snowdrift covered roads are a hazard.
I wish my fellow village dwellers would take this into consideration when they get behind the wheel of their enormous gas guzzling SUV's and head into town for that oh-so-important purchase. Too many cars were in the ditches this morning. Too many will be there throughout this season.
Take a lesson from the very stuff that causes you to lose traction as you fly along the secondary roads. drift along slowly! Take your time! enjoy everything there is out there to amaze and astound you as the world puts on it's winter coat. The ground looks softer, like a giant feather pillow, but it is just as hard underneath. So, unless you are in the midst of an emergency where life is counting on your speed... slow down!
The best part of any journey is not in the destination... it's in the getting there!
The season of whiteness... cold feet... wet mittens and beautiful scenery. I have an absolute love/hate relationship with Old Man Winter.
I love the way this season looks, smells and sounds. I even love the way it feels when I am walking in the blueish twilight, with the love of my life as the silver-dollar-sized flakes drift onto my outstretched, waiting tongue. I thoroughly enjoy the excited squeals of neighborhood children as they sluice down the glassy hills, construct their impenetrable forts and glide across the solidity of the ice on our village's small ponds.
All very sensual as the senses go into overdrive at the wonder of it all.
What I hate about it all is the mess and the danger it brings with it. Being here, in this village, away from the hustle and bustle of any large town has its pros and cons. On the pro side... we are a long way down on the priority list when it comes to clearing the roads. Therefore we get to enjoy the unmarred crispness of the pure white landscape for longer than any city dweller. Yes, we revel in this beauty for as long as we can.
On the con side... we are a long way down on the priority list when it comes to clearing the roads. As we have to travel to one of the surrounding towns to take advantage of the convenience of a larger grocery store or any chain store... or more importantly a book store... the snowdrift covered roads are a hazard.
I wish my fellow village dwellers would take this into consideration when they get behind the wheel of their enormous gas guzzling SUV's and head into town for that oh-so-important purchase. Too many cars were in the ditches this morning. Too many will be there throughout this season.
Take a lesson from the very stuff that causes you to lose traction as you fly along the secondary roads. drift along slowly! Take your time! enjoy everything there is out there to amaze and astound you as the world puts on it's winter coat. The ground looks softer, like a giant feather pillow, but it is just as hard underneath. So, unless you are in the midst of an emergency where life is counting on your speed... slow down!
The best part of any journey is not in the destination... it's in the getting there!
Monday, April 21, 2008
New Release!
My newest 'baby' is out there in the world to be adored or ignored by all.
The Stone House, is a paranormal, shapeshifter story available through my wonderful publishing house eXtasy Books http://www.extasybooks.com/ Below is an excerpt for you.
Back story... Eloise is a clerk from a record store in a small town. Somehow she found herself invited to a big Hallowe'en party at the mansion on top of the hill. in this scene she is snooping around in a room, drawn to a magnificent portrait over an equally magnificent mantle...
Enjoy!
Numerous other chairs, tables and lounges sat in clusters around the room. “This is more like a hospitality room in some fancy hotel than a living room in someone’s house. I wonder what they use on those tables to get them to glow like that, and where did they get all these blood red roses? There are vases of them on every possible flat space. These people definitely have more money than sense, or maybe they just have so much of what I don’t that I feel a tad jealous.”
Her quiet, personal ramblings ceased when she stepped between the twin sofas and really looked at the huge work of art over the mantle. The way the row of candles flickered over the canvas it was almost as though the subject breathed.
The young woman, dressed in a long soft white gown, stood with her back to the room. Her arms outstretched, she clearly welcomed all the woodland creatures to her. Insects fluttered around her long wavy dark hair, birds of every sort circled her or perched gently upon her arms. The forest floor at her feet was alive with a heady assortment of visitors. Everything from serpents and lizards to fluffy-tailed foxes and one pure black wolf near her right leg.
The wolf drew her in even more than the woman herself. There was something about him— something so pure, so strong, so virile. The artist had stroked every hair on his back with such perfection he seemed alive. As she stood with her fingers rested gently on the mantle, she desperately wanted to reach out and stroke his soft lush fur. She felt a warm heaviness in her lower stomach at the idea of digging her fingers into its thickness. Just as her hand lifted from the thick solidity of the mantle to stroke the canvas, the wolf turned to look at her.
Welcome. I am so pleased that you accepted the invitation.
The Stone House, is a paranormal, shapeshifter story available through my wonderful publishing house eXtasy Books http://www.extasybooks.com/ Below is an excerpt for you.
Back story... Eloise is a clerk from a record store in a small town. Somehow she found herself invited to a big Hallowe'en party at the mansion on top of the hill. in this scene she is snooping around in a room, drawn to a magnificent portrait over an equally magnificent mantle...
Enjoy!
Numerous other chairs, tables and lounges sat in clusters around the room. “This is more like a hospitality room in some fancy hotel than a living room in someone’s house. I wonder what they use on those tables to get them to glow like that, and where did they get all these blood red roses? There are vases of them on every possible flat space. These people definitely have more money than sense, or maybe they just have so much of what I don’t that I feel a tad jealous.”
Her quiet, personal ramblings ceased when she stepped between the twin sofas and really looked at the huge work of art over the mantle. The way the row of candles flickered over the canvas it was almost as though the subject breathed.
The young woman, dressed in a long soft white gown, stood with her back to the room. Her arms outstretched, she clearly welcomed all the woodland creatures to her. Insects fluttered around her long wavy dark hair, birds of every sort circled her or perched gently upon her arms. The forest floor at her feet was alive with a heady assortment of visitors. Everything from serpents and lizards to fluffy-tailed foxes and one pure black wolf near her right leg.
The wolf drew her in even more than the woman herself. There was something about him— something so pure, so strong, so virile. The artist had stroked every hair on his back with such perfection he seemed alive. As she stood with her fingers rested gently on the mantle, she desperately wanted to reach out and stroke his soft lush fur. She felt a warm heaviness in her lower stomach at the idea of digging her fingers into its thickness. Just as her hand lifted from the thick solidity of the mantle to stroke the canvas, the wolf turned to look at her.
Welcome. I am so pleased that you accepted the invitation.
Friday, February 15, 2008
NEVER startle a sleeping cat
Okay, this is a warning for all you out there who are owned by a furry feline friend. Don't ever startle them if they're asleep. Why??
Our house king was snoozing in the bedroom window, when I foolishly threw back the curtain and asked, "Hey, watcha doin, Fuzznuts?" Well his response was swift and painful. In the blink of an eye, he twisted around and swatted my face, claws and all. I now have a lovely black eye, with a nice scabbing cut right under my left eye. He of course was very apologetic, once he realized I was indeed not the huge dog next door set on having him for lunch. LOL
Oh well, lesson learned. Whenever, wherever the king doth decide to slumber is fine by me!!!!
Our house king was snoozing in the bedroom window, when I foolishly threw back the curtain and asked, "Hey, watcha doin, Fuzznuts?" Well his response was swift and painful. In the blink of an eye, he twisted around and swatted my face, claws and all. I now have a lovely black eye, with a nice scabbing cut right under my left eye. He of course was very apologetic, once he realized I was indeed not the huge dog next door set on having him for lunch. LOL
Oh well, lesson learned. Whenever, wherever the king doth decide to slumber is fine by me!!!!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
How about one of my poems
Single White Rose
A single white rose lay on the floor,
bleeding it's fragrant juices on the carpet.
It's petals bent and bruised lay cradling the heart of the flower,
the way she had hoped he would be cradling her last night.
A single white candle stands in the holder,
extinguished now,
the wick burnt to the end.
A bottle of wine on the desk,
still unopened.
Two glasses unused and yet unusable,
shattered,
their crystal tears marring the wall.
This night ,
so long planned,
had held the promise of love in the future.
She had come so far,
to be given a note.
She held it still,
when they came to clean the room.
"Sweets,
I have had a change of heart.
I have to escape you.
It's been great.
Bye!"
On the table another note lay,
beside the pills and the half bottle of scotch.
"I gave up everything for this night.
I turned my back on my family and friends.
I gave away my heart and soul.
I have nothing left.
Goodbye."
A single white rose lay on the floor.
© July 10 2004
A single white rose lay on the floor,
bleeding it's fragrant juices on the carpet.
It's petals bent and bruised lay cradling the heart of the flower,
the way she had hoped he would be cradling her last night.
A single white candle stands in the holder,
extinguished now,
the wick burnt to the end.
A bottle of wine on the desk,
still unopened.
Two glasses unused and yet unusable,
shattered,
their crystal tears marring the wall.
This night ,
so long planned,
had held the promise of love in the future.
She had come so far,
to be given a note.
She held it still,
when they came to clean the room.
"Sweets,
I have had a change of heart.
I have to escape you.
It's been great.
Bye!"
On the table another note lay,
beside the pills and the half bottle of scotch.
"I gave up everything for this night.
I turned my back on my family and friends.
I gave away my heart and soul.
I have nothing left.
Goodbye."
A single white rose lay on the floor.
© July 10 2004
Let's give it a go
Okay, so I am the first to admit that this is new to me. I'm not saying that I can't talk the ear off a dead man, but to sit here and type in a message of some meaning to any and all who may want to learn something about the person behind the writing... now that is new. But, if you are willing to have a little patience, I will do my best to keep you all informed.
If there is anything in particular you want to know (nothing too personal, like my pant size, that is LOL) just ask.
For now, check out whatever else I have on this site and check back often for updates on my writing. I'll try to keep track of works in progress and upcoming releases through eXtasy Books.
Talk at you soon!
If there is anything in particular you want to know (nothing too personal, like my pant size, that is LOL) just ask.
For now, check out whatever else I have on this site and check back often for updates on my writing. I'll try to keep track of works in progress and upcoming releases through eXtasy Books.
Talk at you soon!
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