I'm addicted to this game! Of course, I'm also new at it and have been doing just the very simplest puzzles so far, but am hoping to quickly increase my speed and technique.Try it yourself at the interactive link below:
Yule, that moment of greatest darkness, when Earth and man alike seem to hold their breath in the quiet stillness, awaiting the rebirth of the Sun. Mother Nature rests from her labor, gaining strength again as the Wheel of the Year turns and the cycle of Life continues.
Who doesn't love to get new stuff, right? As an e-published author, I figured it was about time I have an e-reader. But which one? I'll admit to salivating all over the iPad when it first came out, but really couldn't justify that purchase. Then my computer died last month (on the date of my book release, no less!) forcing the purchase of a new laptop. Honestly, though the iPad would be fun for some things, I couldn't even imagine typing on it full time.
I'm not sure where you live, but here in Michigan it's a cold, windy, and generally dreary time of the year. It seems like the perfect time to heat things up with a little flash fiction from last summer.Callie took a long pull from the water jug before wiping the sweat dripping down her face, the bandana covering her red curls having reached saturation point. She listened to the steady rhythm of the hay elevator carrying the straw bales up to the loft where she had been working for the better part of two hours. She’d shed the long-sleeved work shirt in the first hour and the tank shirt she wore clung to every inch of skin it covered. Dust hung heavy in the air, sticking to the bare skin of her arms and face, clouding her eyes.
Matt scaled the side of the hay wagon, hanging onto the top rail and kicking down the bales so he could throw them onto the elevator. Shirtless, the sun beat down on his back, the waistband of his jeans dark and low-slung as it absorbed the sweat rolling down his chest and back. Swiping the equally soaked Stetson from his dark head, he wiped his forearm across his face.
He glanced up at the window as he jammed the hat back on. As hot as he was in the sun, the barn would be stifling for Callie. As if his thoughts conjured her, Callie appeared at the opening, her arms raised to peel the sticking strands of her hair and braid off her back and neck. Dark nipples beaded and clearly visible against the thin cotton clinging to her like a second skin.
“Shit…” he muttered, his mouth watering as his cock stirred with an agenda of its own.

And speaking of images that make my heart skip a beat ... just a reminder, Hearts A Plenty is coming soon!! I am so thrilled to share the stories of love rediscovered in this sleepy little town.
Of course, while you're waiting for HaP, please come along with three friends as they find out just how far they'll go for love in Open Proposal ... available now.
We go out to eat quite a bit, so that didn't really appeal to me. What did have me interested though was the idea of seeing men hitting each other on the playing field and it just so happened that the Lions were practicing down at Ford Field that day. We had never been in the stadium before for anything relating to football, so it was a good opportunity to see the new venue.


Hope to see you over on the Silver Expressions blog today. I'll be talking about a very special organization.







