Women Unite - Next year Lovember All the Way

I have hit the halfway mark for Movember and it’s not looking any better. Both the moustache on my hubby and my growing itch (all puns intended). So today as I’m flicking through the Globe and Mail in my two minute break between writing, editing, emptying the dishwasher, shoving another load of laundry in the washer and thinking already what am I going to feed the horde of kids, there’s an article on the Movember campaign.

Actually it’s a good article because I did wonder what sick person came up with a fundraiser for this – and yes, it was a man drinking beer. Or in this case a bunch of men drinking beer in 2003 in Melbourne, Australia. Duh, I had no idea someone came up with idea without liquor! Note to self: buy more liquor to get through the rest of the month.

Really though the marketing genius of Movember should be applauded. But like the author of the G&M article points out, “…does the campaign’s emphasis on mustache culture, risqué jokes and gentleman’s lifestyle risk undermining its goals? Oh my god I will so kill my husband if he doesn’t raise money for this charity.

Note to self for next year: pay hubby not to grow a moustache! Yes, that’s the idea women. Let’s take back the month of November and celebrate those cozy cuddles with our partners without that annoying-not-so-soft tickle of hair getting between you and love. Let’s change the name to Lovember. I seriously think I’m on to something here! Next year it’s totally Lovember – what more do I need to say. Those guys in Melbourne got it all wrong. First off they were obviously drinking because they don’t have girlfriends, wives or significant others and to come up with Movember I bet them a drink that’s not what they first came up with. I say Lovember all the way – how you want to raise money with cuddles, kisses and lots of more loving, and all for a great cause, is up to you but I’ve had 23 days to seriously think what I’ve been missing so I’m planning on Lovember for 2011. I challenge all you men out there to join my bandwagon for next year. Be a stud for Lovember!


Oh, I had to share the latest thing hubby said while wistfully playing with his moustache. “I have no idea how to manage this thing. What do guys do?” I told him to comb it….see pic for a good laugh.

I might get a Movorce for Movember

Okay, we are well into November and I've been getting lots of criticism (ugh..cough...cough/advice) for not loving my hubby's moustache. Really, all I have to say to people is "I hate it!" Today is the 15th of November and I honestly thought of getting a movorce for the month of November when he suggested he's do this again next year. Are you kidding me? Even our kids yowled in outrage. It would be different if he looked okay with it, or if it all came in, but alas it doesn't. See pic for varification.

Brian is enjoying this experience and really happy to be getting donations for prostrate cancer (see previous blogs to see how you can donate to his file for research) but November has become a very slow month for me. I think it's the no kisses thing that's driving me insane. Since I write romance/erotica for a living, no kisses is soooo not fun...and it's coming out in my characters which is not sexy. I'll probably end up ditching half my writing this month and guess what, I'm blaming it on hubby and that damn moustache.

Week 1 Nano and the growing Moustache

Okay, it’s well into week one of Nano and I’ve written over 5,000 words so far. I was aiming for 7,000 so I’m hoping to plug out another 2,000 over the weekend. But I keep getting distracted by hubby’s growing moustache. As promised his pic for week two of this test. Did I mention he’s raising money for prostate cancer and I seriously hope the headache of this damn moustache he’s growing earns lots of money for research because it is seriously cramping my style?

My style is lots of kisses, which soooooo are noooooot happening. When I look at him I think of a rat now. That is not a good thing to think of one’s hubby. I’m counting my days until one, it further fills in, which I have my doubts about and two; he shaves the scraggly thing off.

Oh, and when I did kiss him, because I was desperate (yes, I will admit that) I had to close my eyes and he started laughing when he felt me cringing – sad, so sad. Well, that ended the romance for the evening let me tell you. He’s even admitted he’s not liking it. That makes me wonder if he’s not liking getting no kisses from me, or the moustache….he hasn’t admitted which one.
To stress again this is for a good cause so please donate or else I’m going to feel like my entire no-kisses month of November didn’t count for boo!
To help, you can either:
Click this link http://ca.movember.com/mospace/724590/ and donate online using your credit card or PayPal account

Write a cheque payable to 'Prostate Cancer Canada', referencing my name or Registration Number 724590 and mailing it to: Prostate Cancer Canada, Suite 306 145 Front Street East, Toronto, ON M5A 1E3, Canada.

All donations are tax deductible to the extent permitted by law.

For more details on how the funds raised from previous campaigns have been used and the impact Movember is having please visit: http://ca.movemberfoundation.com/research-and-programs.

Libertine's Kiss - Historical Sensual Must Read

Judith James latest release Libertine’s Kiss left me breathless. Rich with poetry, which she wove delicately throughout the book and textured with historical details only James can fish out, this book is a stimulating, evocative must read.

William de Veres is a rake but readers will forgive him that failing because of his youth, his honor, his passion and almost bohemian-like poetry, which at times titillates while other times makes the heart weep for its blunt honesty. Add the puritan woman, Elizabeth Walters, who was his only childhood friend, who secretly wooed him with her sense of adventure, and pure spirit and the test of wills between Lord Rivers, as William becomes known, and Lizzy…well you won’t be able to stop turning pages.

Cast during the time of King Charles, whose court was notoriously filled with wanton women seeking something from the king in return for favors, Lizzy gets thrown into the mix. It’s either court or starvation because she’s fled her first husband and saving William doomed her. However, William’s plan to teach Lizzy how to use her innocence and refreshing charms at Court begins to backfire on him.

It’s here that James powerful sense of dialogue shines. I loved the banter, the use of poetry and the dramatic sense that Lizzy’s true love for William might not make for a happy ending. That’s the thing with James, she’s a master with leaving the reader wondering. Honestly, it wasn’t until the last two pages I was able to breathe easier. Thank you James for your gift of words, fanciful tale of two lovers who might not get to love and your powerful sensual scenes. I would willingly become a pupil of Lord Rivers.

To read more about Judith James’s Libertine Kiss published by HQN check out James site at http://www.judithjamesauthor.com

Help my Hubby is Attempting to Grow a Moustache

Hi everyone.
This blog today is dedicated to my hubby, who plans to drive me "NUTS" for the entire month of November. Now, it's here I should preference, one, I'm proud of him for stepping up to fundraise for a good cause because he's painfully shy and never does stuff like this so that makes me very happy, but really did he have to pick growing a Moustache? Yes, according to him he did. Now, it's here I should write that I hate facial hair on men. Hence, why I'm married to one who can not grow it - which you will all see as I take weekly pics of his "growing moustache" to prove my case. I asked him if I should support him and grow my armpit hair and he almost died - case in point, that's exactly how I feel about him growing any facial hair. So, let me stress again this is all for a very good cause but here is what I will be giving up for the entire month of November - KISSES from hubby. I think it's me that deserves a reward at the end of this. Our teenagers by the way have already started teasing him and yes, he's jumped the line here and started to grow one this week because as you will see in the coming weeks, he really can't.

Here is a sample of the weird things he's said to me already concerning the moustache.
"If I conditioned it, would you kiss me?", asked Hubby. Besides laughing with a vision of him getting a mouthful of conditioner, my answer was NO.
"It will make me look older," he said. No, I said, it will only make you look like a convict.

More to come in the weeks ahead, I'm sure.


So to tell it in his words, here is hubby's cause. Hope you get the NUTS joke now.

Hubby:
This Movember, the month formerly known as November I've decided to donate my face to raising awareness about prostate cancer. My donation and commitment is the growth of a moustache for the entire month of Movember.

I'm doing this because 4,400 men die of prostate cancer in Canada each year and one in six men will be diagnosed during his lifetime.

I am a part of the “Men in Trucking” group, which is the male members of the NS Trucking Safety Association’s Board of Directors.

I am not a very skilled moustache grower, and I firmly believe my moustache will look more like a 14 year-old’s than most. Feel free to point that out when you see me.

This is a cause that I feel passionately about and I'm asking you to support my efforts by making a donation to Prostate Cancer Canada.

To help, you can either:
Click this link http://ca.movember.com/mospace/724590/ and donate online using your credit card or PayPal account

Write a cheque payable to 'Prostate Cancer Canada', referencing my name or Registration Number 724590 and mailing it to: Prostate Cancer Canada, Suite 306 145 Front Street East, Toronto, ON M5A 1E3, Canada.

All donations are tax deductible to the extent permitted by law.

For more details on how the funds raised from previous campaigns have been used and the impact Movember is having please visit: http://ca.movemberfoundation.com/research-and-programs.

Thank you in advance for helping me to support men's health.

Game Over - WOW

Okay, I have to gush about Game Over. A friend of mine wrote the book and I made sure not to learn to much about the book until I got my hands on it. WOW. Read my review.

First off let me say straight off that I am not a gamer. I have no interest in it but reading Game Over by Taylor Keating has changed that. If only gaming could be like reading this sci-fi, edged with fantasy tinged with romantic elements that leave one breathless – well then, I’d be the first person to become addicted to gaming. I certainly loved Keating’s hard ass heroine, River. The mix of Fae elements and Guardian qualities she possess add that extra element of intrigue to the book. What I loved overall were the layers of plot twisting through this book. For those of you who haven’t had the pleasure of reading it, get your hands on it fast.
Game Over is about a video game programmer, that would be the lovely, minx of a character River – think sort of GI Joe Jane here and you get the idea of her personality. River’s world is post-acloptic. I will admit I’m not sure if this took place on Earth but the place honestly doesn’t matter. The texture of the land River equates with home is what makes it intriguing. She gets trapped in her own game because she has unknowingly tapped into her Fae powers and has given the Dark Lord, who was imprisoned on a planet by the Guardians – they are the Fae protectors – a chance to use her powers to escape his technologically advanced prison. In the game she meets Chase, a Guardian, who she thinks at first is the character Sever who she created. Good thing for her it’s not. Chase is much more than a mere code. His body is somewhere else in the known galaxy and his mission was to use his ability to project his soul to service the Fae. He and River work well together in the game. It’s a race of time, levels, and credits. It’s up to River to defeat the Dark Lord without selling her soul but giving up Chase is not an option. I don’t want to tell the ending because it left me gasping and dying to read the sequel but let’s just say it’s a very nice surprise…the sort I don’t often read anymore in sci-fi books.
The visual imagery is amazing. The dialogue between River, Chase and Nick, her secondary hero, works great. Game Over gets all my votes as a must read. Oh, did I mention the otherworldly hot sex – yeah that worked very nicely into a Tor book – I honestly can’t remember reading a Tor book with good sex in it before…things are a changing for good. For more information on Game Over visit http://www.taylorkeating.com.

Be My Werecat Tonight

Wow time flies. I was away in PEI enjoying all those farmers with muscles (lol) and whammo my 2nd book in my Darklander Lovers series hits the shelf. Sorry I'm late in posting a blog...but here it is. Warning it's a hot excerpt


Be My Werecat Tonight
Renee Field

Book two in the Darklander Lovers series

As a surgeon, Hank is used to working with his hands. Good thing, because those skillful fingers are needed to release the passionate wild cats lying dormant in one tigress of a redheaded woman.

Naughty nurse Nora’s passionate response to her blind date unleashes something untamed within her. The only problem is she doesn’t appreciate her newfound gift. It’s up to Hank to teach her how to embrace her wilder side or they’ll both end up as housecats—a curse worse than death for a proud Darklander werecat.

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Excerpt:
The night had taken an unusual direction after the blind date auction. Having heard a man cry for help from the alley, Hank allowed his werecat to take over and it had been then he’d snagged her scent. All woman. Sensual, alluring healing heat radiated in bright hues of sparkling orange and red around her. She hadn’t been terrified of him. Instead, spellbound, Hank had watched her inch forward, forcing her own fear to heel so she could save the victim’s life with her hands. Witnessing her healing the man had almost knocked him over. If he hadn’t been watching her so intently he would have missed the flicker of the cat within her who screamed, “Let me out…release me!”

Tonight that’s exactly what Hank planned, to let the wild cat roaming within her free. He’d used his feline telepathy to discern who she was and quickly read the sexual fantasy she longed for. Discovering she was the woman who had won him as her blind date caused him to preen with satisfaction. Knowing her sexual fantasy was wanting to play doctor with him, his beast of a cat purred in ecstasy. So here Hank was—playing doctor when he really was one.

“All right, nurse.” Hank lowered himself to his knees, purposefully using his wide shoulders to part her legs. Again a moment’s hesitation met his attempt but then he felt her relax, parting her legs more on the stool so he could move his body between her thighs. The advantage was hers now. On his knees he had to look up at her while she sat poised on the tall stool. She was like a Goddess and he planned to worship her.

Hank moved lower. She had a doctor fixation, but his mind thrust had also revealed she felt her body was inadequate. Inadequate my ass.

“Lovely curls. Nothing I admire more than a true redhead.” He was glad he had insisted
she remove her panties earlier. He blew a hot breath across her pussy, aching to dip his finger in to see if she was wet for him.

She harrumphed at him and a brief smile flew across her face.

Her immediate response to his praise confirmed what he felt. She judged herself too harshly. “Naughty, nurse…are you questioning my taste?”

She giggled, causing her breasts to jiggle. Hank stilled his hands that wanted to rip open the small black hooks keeping her tits from his view. He used the opportunity to leverage his body up so his mouth could latch onto her right breast through the bra. She gasped. Hank flicked his tongue back and forth over her sensitive nipple and then moved his mouth to her other breast to reward it also. Two large wet stains appeared on her bra. Her entire body quivered from his ministrations. The cats within him purred. He could see all her reactions perfectly even though the room was only lit with two flickering red candles that smelled of strawberries.

“Oh my. I forgot what that feels like.”

“I’m just getting started. When I’m done with my exam I want that pussy cream of yours to be sliding out of that warm cunt. Then I’m going to give you your annual checkup…you naughty little kitty.”

“Did you just call me kitty?”

Hank gave the insides of her thighs a lick, tasting her heat and unique scent, reminding him of fresh flowers.

“Yes, I did. Let’s unleash that kitty of yours.” To emphasize his point he moved his tongue higher, giving a rough scrape along her wet folds. Her body melted into his touch, her legs instinctively opening to him, allowing him to take her passion-induced scent into his body.

Hank’s rock-hard erection created a tent as it pushed painfully up against the zipper of his dress pants. He growled. His cats felt too constricted in the suit. Forcing himself to behave, he used his fingertips to outline her heaving breasts. She unhooked the lower portion of the uniform, parting the fabric in a slow tease. Her tiny exposed bellybutton teased him. “No laughing,” he cautioned, lowering his body once again so he could swivel his tongue inside her round bellybutton. She stifled a giggle.

“Nurse, I do believe I said no laughing. Your naughtiness will not go unpunished. Spread your legs wider for me.”