Accomplishments

Got lots of my "to do" stuff done today. I was actually surprised! Changed bedding, finished a craft... Cleaned the craft room, addressed cards, did nails, dusted... Somewhat... And in bed by 10:00! Now reading time!

A Sneek Peek at my newest Novel

Rand's Story (My untitled Novel in the making)

Chapter 5 – Sparks of a Foreign Emotion

Coming home late, Rand bid his brother good night at the main hall and started up the stairs to the east wing of his home.  Loosening his cravat, he unbuttoned the top of his shirt and tugged it open as he strolled into his room. There, a warm fire was burning in the hearth, caused a soft glow throughout. 

Going to the side table he picked out the liquor of his choice and poured a class.  He walked to his over-sized chair and plopped lazily in it as he stretched his long legs toward the fire.  Deep in thought, he studied the color of the low burning fire through the contents of his glass.  

He yawned. 

It was a long night of dancing and practicing ballroom etiquette.   An activity he hadn’t done in three years.

Raising the class to his lips, he swallowed a much needed drink, reveling in the hot liquid as it crept down his throat to sooth his lust and relax his body.  His thoughts drifted to Presley Hayward and not for the first time this evening since they parted company. 

He had watched her throughout the evening, as she was all smiles and very graceful as she danced with other men.  He had put his name down for one of the dances in the last set and discovered when she wasn’t trying to escape a handsy Earl, she was quite a graceful dancer.  They talked some while they danced, mainly about how the evening was going, and he was glad to hear that the Earl had given up his conquest and found another victim.

Their conversation was easy and flowed very well for them to have just met.  The chemistry was thick between them, he had no doubt she noticed it too.  He wanted steal her away again, but as soon as the dance was over, she was quickly claimed her for her next dance. 

As much as he didn’t want to release her hand or lose her company, he didn’t attempt to go to her again.  He already knew where that would lead.  He felt her eyes upon him a few times, never looking away when their eyes met.  She was bold, and extremely willing to experiment it would seem. 

That alone could lead to trouble.

Who was she really?  Where did she come from?

A frown burred in his brow.  He needed to concentrate on Jessie and her season.  It would be best if he just walked away from Presley Hayward.

However, he was entitled to a little fun himself this season.  It wouldn’t amount to much.  It never did.   With a lazy smile crossing his face, something about this girl caught more than his eye.  It wasn’t just her long black curls and petite, yet curvy frame.  It was something more and it was a bit frightening.

He thought her a beauty with the mask on, but once he slide it off, it proved to be to his undoing.  Her lips where full, pouty, supple, wet...  and extremely inviting.  They almost glistened… Quite kissable lips actually.  And kiss her he did. 

Presley’s voice was like no others he had heard before.  It was soft, but also raspy and slightly husky, causing every word she uttered alluring, and extremely seductive. 

Rand liked the feeling of her in his arms too.  She was small, yet firm.  She felt perfect.  It had been a long time since he had held a woman in his arm for a waltz.  And once they were in the shadows, her kiss set his body on fire.  The rake in him couldn’t help kissing her.  He had tried to resist it, but the attraction he had felt from her was pulling him and it felt so good, he didn’t want to fight it.

He wanted her.  It was almost painful how much.  Looking into her beautiful blue eyes, he had a different reaction to her then with anyone else he had ever known.  He wondered if when he saw her at the next event in Southampton without her mask, and if she would act as bold.

Serious Attention Status

Since when am I the responsible one????  I always thought I was immature and not as grown up acting as my friends.   Not just when I was younger... but even NOW.   I also thought I was an attention whore... meaning I liked being the center of attention....

Then I got facebook!

OMGEEEE....What an eye opener -  for sure!  I have seen more status's and pictures posted that REEK of attention whore-ism...-  and if that isn't a word then.... it should be - since I got facebook.

People break up with a spouse or boyfriend or whatever... and all these "in your face" quotes start showing up!  Or how you are going to party it up with your friends...
Just soooo OBVIOUS people.

So many "one liner" Status's out there just enough to suggest you need someone to DRAG your drama out of you so you can whine.  NEEDY!  I have to crack up.  I am a pretty private person.  I don't put too much personal stuff out there for the world to see, so this concept seems ridiculous to me.

I never really wanted to grow up... but considering the alternate of acting this way... I am glad to be an adult!

Happy Medium?

So many of us can't wait for the weekend to get here.... We haven't even laid our head on the pillow on Sunday night and already wish our week away. Why is that? My work is enjoyable and even fun. It's distracting and I enjoy home so much better while I am there because of it. It gives you not only monitory fulfillment but also interaction with your community. For me... I don't like being tied to a click. I like to go as I please but I am sure that is most people.  Grrrr... I need a happy medium... but I don't think it will happen!

Potty Mouth

I like the "S" word!  I like the "F" word too, but that always seems to offend people, so I stick to the "S" word.
 
I am a cusser! 

There!  I admitted it.  I need to go to a place on the beach where people feed me and make me talk about myself and do my laundry so I can get over this terrible habit!  I need rehab.

I have no idea why I like to use curse words.  My Daddy didn't curse.  My mom didn't curse.  I don't remember growing up  hearing it... except at school... but still I am a cusser!  My husband can barely speak a sentence without saying bad words and when I point them out, he says... I didn't say that word!  He doesn't even realize it! 

I think they are just words.  They add flavor in a sentence... like garlic, only they can get your mouth washed out with soap.