Monthly Archives: October 2015

At a Crossroads-Lynn Chantale

No matter how many steps I take forward in my writing career, it feels like I’m shoved back to square one. In the last 12 months, two of my publishers have closed due to the evolving market. And since I’ve been published, a total of 5 presses I’ve been with have closed. That’s a little discouraging, at least, for me it is.

So I’m at a crossroads. Where do I go from here? I’ve managed to make it 2/3 of the way through my Masters program with a 3.25 GPA. I’ve also branched into ghostwriting and recently writing content for blogs. All of this I can do from the comfort of my home in my fuzzy slippers. So what do I do about my own writing?

Do I continue to submit my work to publishers for a percentage of the pie? Or do I exclusively self-publish for a larger percentage of the pie? All of this while I continue my education, raise my family and work my therapy.

I guess while I ruminate on the possibilities, I’ll have a coconut.

Taken at Centennial Park

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

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Learning to Love Football Season by Alice Gaines

NFL football season is back.  This year, there are games on Thursday nights as well as all day Sunday and Monday night.  And this is going to go on into February.  Lots of women, including me, enjoy the game, which has correctly been described as outdoor chess disguised as warfare.  But that’s not true for many of us.

If you’re like millions of women who dread this time of year, I have words of hope—for those of us who look at a male body and see a potential playground, the picture is quite rosy if you look at it with the right perspective.  Let me put it this way:  Tight Pants.

Football players wear really, really tight pants.  Pants so tight you can see every sweet curve of their derrieres.  Pants so tight you can watch every muscle in their thighs twitch as they pound on down the field.  Lordy, nothing will put a sparkle in your eye or a spring in your step like the sight of a twenty-four year old athlete in peak condition wearing those tight, tight pants.

Don’t even tell me about other athletes.  Baseball players wear tight pants, too, but many of them are about as bright as dirt.  Besides, lots of them chew tobacco.  No, I don’t fantasize about kissing baseball players.  Basketball players used to wear snug short-shorts, but their uniform bottoms have gotten longer and longer over the years.  What’s up with that?

I’m going to give you some tips on watching American football with your significant other so you can derive the greatest enjoyment from those tight pants.  First, don’t gloat.  To try to even things out for your guy, colleges and the NFL have put female cheerleaders on the sidelines.  But the happy fact is that these females are so completely unimportant they only appear briefly and at unpredictable intervals, while you can watch #34’s rump on almost every down.  Don’t point this out to your SO.  No one likes a sore winner.

Second, although all the players’ pants are tight, all their butts are not created equal.  For some reason, probably related to the physiology of musculature, the fastest players have the nicest rumps.  These are the wide receivers and defensive backs.  Luckily, each passing play will involve at least one of each, giving you a glorious view in stereo.  For some reason, quarterbacks tend to have very beautiful faces but unimpressive, flat rear cheeks.  The beefy linemen have butts in the beefy range.  If that floats your boat, go for it.  Once you’ve figured out who to look for, you’ll find it has an unexpected benefit:  namely that learning who’s who on your team will also convince your guy that you know something about the game, when in fact, you don’t give a fig.

Third, although the traditional beverage consumed while watching football is beer, there’s no law against drinking a fine, red wine.  Just don’t fall prey to the female tendency to want to feed your man.  If you find yourself thinking, “It wouldn’t take much to roast a ham and make him some of those nice candied yams he likes with the tiny marshmallows, oh, and how about a seven layer bean dip to start,” stop immediately.  Delis sell hams, and your guy can get the bean dip at the supermarket before the game.  Football is your time for ogling, not for “Dinner with America’s Test Kitchen.”  Unless the tall guy in the apron is bringing the food.

So, take heart as the pre-pre-preseason approaches.  Somewhere out there in America’s heartland there are hundreds of healthy, young men preparing to do battle for the opportunity to showcase all their masculine charms for your personal enjoyment.  And when your SO starts talking playoffs, just repeat the magic words to yourself:  “Tight pants.”

 

A somewhat different version of the above was originally published in the on-line e-zine SnarkBite.  But that was back in the 90’s, and no one remembers anything that old.

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Halloween Will Be Here Before You Know It! Get Your First Scare Today! – Randi Alexander

I have three books releasing this month, all of them dealing with Halloween themes. The first one, available now, is Haunting a Cowboy.

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Haunting a Cowboy, Book 1 of the Ghosts of High Paradise Ranch Series

When ranch foreman Thad McCade’s life is disrupted by something supernatural, he reluctantly allows a ghost whisperer in to try to clear his home. But Madam Ruby is not at all what he expected. She’s actually Cheyenne Redford, wears a business suit, and drives an expensive SUV. In seconds, she discerns the identity of the restless spirit, and Thad immediately ushers her out of his house. He’s not ready to face memories he has buried for years.

Despite her parent’s insistence that she work in their respectable family business, on weekends Cheyenne indulges her secret passion for communicating between worlds. This time, though, the spirit haunting the sexy cowboy is powerfully intent on making itself a nuisance, and its disturbances are escalating. Despite Thad’s resistance, Cheyenne is determined to find out why.

The hot Montana summer spurs a sensual attraction between Cheyenne and Thad, and they indulge their craving for a physical and emotional connection. When Cheyenne pushes the cowboy for more information to help her release the earthbound spirit, he walks away, leaving her heartbroken and confused. Can Thad overcome his fear and guilt before time runs out for the ghost…and before Cheyenne moves on with her life?

Haunting a Cowboy Randi Alexander

Excerpt from Haunting a Cowboy: When Cheyenne finished her beer, she stood. “Well, since there’s no one but you and me here tonight, I’d better get going.” She looked out the window. Pitch black. “Could I borrow a flashlight? I didn’t think of grabbing one before I walked down here.

Thad got to his feet. “You walked?” Leaning over, he picked up his keys out of the bowl by the door. “Let me drive you back.”

“No, please.” She stepped to the screen door. “I don’t mind the walk. It’s so beautiful here, with the stars and…” She rolled one hand around, trying to come up with something else to add.

Thad grabbed a rifle from behind the door. “And night critters that are prowling, looking for their next meal.” He checked to see that it was loaded.

“Oh, I didn’t think of that. In the city, night critters walk on two legs, and carry knives.”

“I’ll walk you.” He leaned close to her.

His scent filled her mind with warm, naughty ideas as she blinked up at him, parting her lips. Would he kiss her now?

He frowned and flipped on the porch light. “After you, ma’am.”

Turning her face away, she hid the warmth that flooded her cheeks. Crap, what an imagination she had. Stepping outside, the cool night chilled her romantic notions down to manageable proportions.

They walked along the gravel drive in silence.

A howl came from a distance. In the nearby woods, scurrying sounds startled her, making her lurch a bit, and stumble into him.

Taking her elbow in his hand, he got her straightened out, but kept his hold on her arm.

The heat racing through her, starting at her arm and running all the way up and into her bloodstream, gave her chills.

“Cold?” His voice came close to her ear.

Was he making his move now? She could see the lights of Sayde’s house ahead. Would he kiss her now, or wait until he dropped her off at the door? Oh lord, those two beers had really hit her hard. She was wanting things she probably shouldn’t even be thinking about.

But if she was reading him right, and for some reason she was able to read him a little too well, he was wanting her just as much.

They stepped from the gravel road onto the concrete driveway at Sayde’s house.

He released her. “Cheyenne.” In the low illumination from a faraway yard light, his eyes glimmered.

Her intuition told her he wanted her, but was too reserved to take what he desired.

“Thad.” She stepped close to him, ran her hands from his chest up to his neck and went up on tiptoes, pressing her lips to his.

For a second, he stiffened, then he opened his mouth, the hand not holding the rifle wrapped around her waist and pulled her tight against him.

Amazing, his lips felt so firm and hot, his breath laced with beer and sexy, pure man, mingled with his woodsy scent and forced a shiver through her.

Where their hips pressed together, she could feel a bulge. She touched her tongue to his lips.

“Goddamnit.” Thad released her, stepped back, and breathed hard.

The loss of his heat against her cooled her as much as the look in his eyes. Pure terror.

“Get inside, Cheyenne. It’s not safe out here.” He growled the words and turned, walking away.

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“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
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