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Spanking Romances – Anna Lund

At first, I didn’t think I could write “spanking romances.” I didn’t think I wanted to write “spanking romances.” I mean, I had written spanking often in the erotic romances I wrote under my other pen name. But just a “spanking romance”-  why would I want to write that?

But that’s when I realized that a spanking romance isn’t just about spanking. It’s a story about characters falling in love, like any other romance. It’s about a firm hand applied to a backside which impacts the relationship (pun intended).

As I delved further into the sub-genre, I discovered that there are a couple of different angles the spanking can take. First, there is the theme of Domestic Discipline. In these stories, the couples develop what might be considered an “old-fashioned” relationship, where the man steers the attitude of the woman, or punishes misbehaving or dangerous behavior, with a good hard spanking. While some modern women may take offense to this activity, it is clear that for this couple, in this story, it is what these people need. The woman may need some convincing, but in the end she agrees it is what she need, and the acknowledgement solidifies their relationship. Whether you enjoy reading stories of domestic discipline or not, don’t judge those who don’t agree with your opinion.

I learned long ago not to judge. As long as the activity is mutually consensual, it’s fine with me!

I write erotic romances where the spankings enhance a sexual relationship. Often, the spanking may begin as a punishment (always for good reason!) but the pain soon turns to pleasure and the woman is aroused and the man is turned on and all sorts of fun takes place. I did this often before I heard the term “spanking romance” and before I discovered Blushing Books. I just contracted my second romance with Blushing Books. They are the first two of a series. Stay tuned here to find out more about the series.

Spanking may be involved!

Anna

www.annalundauthor.com

 

 

 

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Cover Reveal! Makin’ It Right by Dalton Diaz

Yes, I finally have a new book coming out! Makin’ it Right will be available to the public after March 1, 2016. Prior to that, it will be available at the Wild Wicked Weekend book signing Feb. 27th  at the Menger Hotel in San Antonio, 2:30 – 5 pm. The book signing is open to the public. If you’re in the area, come on down!

More details on Makin’ It Right to follow, when edits are complete. For now…perf5.000x8.000.indd

Also lurking on the horizon, deets on 3 books that will revert to me on Feb. 18! 2016 is starting out with a bang!

Dalton Diaz

http://www.DaltonDiaz.com

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Exclusive First Chapter of Lucan by Kim Black – Reckless Anthology

Hey All! I have been dying to share my piece for the Reckless Anthology and I am so happy to be able to give you all a pre-view!

This piece is completely different from anything I’ve written before.

I hope that you all enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

 

CHAPTER ONE

Thamar

“Day one hundred and thirty six,” I mumble to myself as I gingerly cross from the bedroom into the bathroom. That is the number of days I have been in remission since beginning my new treatment plan with my doctors.

It has been a long road, but somehow—through much research, tears and groveling to the big guy upstairs—I have finally found a way to keep my condition in check. Or, at least, somewhat in check.

Remission for me dO’t mean that I didn’t still get the occasional lump here and there, but for the most part I have gotten my HS in control. Who would have thought?

My secret? Stress free living and a new diet regimen that seems to be keeping whatever triggers that had plagued me for years at bay. It’s a tough route to take and many HS sufferers don’t even consider doing what I do, but I have made the choice to try this plan. So far, it’s been beneficial, although I am so dying for a slice of pizza or my favorite… Vanilla bean ice cream.

The change of my diet has been the roughest on me. I have always been a very picky eater, but nonetheless, I am a foodie through and through. There is nothing like a good bacon cheeseburger or the right Caribbean style bake macaroni and cheese. All my absolute favs, but I can’t have any of it.

Why? Because of fucking HS.

Many people aren’t even familiar with the disease and those who suffer from it tend to be a bit embarrassed by it. I happen to be one of those people. Nothing is more embarrassing than having a huge abscess like golf ball between your legs or under your arm. Or when it’s so bad that you can’t even close your legs and walk.

How the hell do you explain it to people? I can’t really say, ‘Oh, I’m walking like this because there is a huge baseball sized lump in between my legs, right next to my lady bits.’ Yeah, right!

I don’t bother explaining anymore. I just ignore the stares when I get a flare up and silently curse them out because they are all normal and have never dealt with such a debilitating disease that shows no signs of ever being cured. No, I am not going to explain any of it to anyone anymore.

I even stopped dating a few years ago. Really, what the hell is the point? What man would want to deal with the fact that you can’t always have sex and that you are in pain all the time? That’s way too much to ask of anyone. So, I have decided to just remain single.

It’s not so bad, really. I mean, it would be nice to have someone that understands all that I am going through while fighting this disease. But after my ex broke up with me and specifically told me that he just couldn’t handle my being sick all the time, I figured I’d better cut my loses and fit myself for a chastity belt made of reinforced steel.

As I turn on the water in the bathroom, I sigh as I think back to how much Jason had hurt me. We’d only been going together for a few months, nothing too serious really so I wasn’t upset about it ending. It was the reasons behind the break up that messed me up. It still affects me till this day if I am to be very honest with myself.

But in the end, I realize now that he had done me a favor and made me see how selfish it is to take someone else down this journey through HS with me. It’s my disease, my broken body and I have to deal with it on my own.

Shortly after starting my new regimen, I quit my job. I loved being an accountant for one of the biggest banks in New York, but the stress of the job proves to be too much on my body. Often times, I would get three or four HS flare ups, making just getting out of the bed difficult. So, despite the fact that I had no means of making money doing anything else, I resigned.

Three months later, I began working from home as a virtual assistant for a few small businesses in the Brooklyn – Bedford Stuyvesant area. It isn’t as fast pace and hectic as my last job, but it pays the bills and that’s all I can ask for.

Stepping out of the shower, I make my way back to my bedroom, opening the top draw to my dresser and pull out my daytime pajama set. I chuckle as I throw it on, since it makes absolutely no sense to have two different levels of pajamas. But since I rarely leave the apartment, I feel the need to differentiate between the PJs I wear during the day while I worked and the ones I wear at night to go to bed. It’s silly, I know, but it works for me and that’s all that matters.

Strolling to the kitchen, I hit the button on the coffee machine and go through the process of starting up my computer. I have a lot of work ahead of me today and only eight hours to get it done. Two of the companies I work with have recently began increasing their revenues, which in turn mean more work for me, organizing all their documents and spreadsheets.

Once the computer is turned on, I head back to the retrieve my coffee as there is absolutely no way I can start my day without it—even if it’s the decaffeinated stuff. Freaking HS took that away from me too. Still, I pretend it’s the good stuff and need it just as much as I would the real deal.

Pouring the dark liquid into my ‘Hello Kitty’ cup, I mentally do a rundown of my to-do list, reorganizing in my mind what takes priority. Placing the glass coffee decanter back, I reach for the refrigerator to retrieve some vanilla soy milk. Looking on the both the top shelf and the side compartments of the door, I groan when I realize that I have run out.

Closing the refrigerator door, I eye the dark liquid in my cup suspiciously. I’d never been one to drink black coffee, but I wonder if my dislike for the taste will win over having to go to the grocery store.

I bring the cup closer to my face, smelling it and then blowing on it gently, all the while mentally preparing myself.

Just pretend it’s not black, I tell myself just as I bring the mug to my lips and tip it over only to immediately twirl around and spit it back up into the sink.

“Shit,” I grumble as I place the mug down on the kitchen island and make my way back to my bedroom.

Looks like I have to head to the store first before beginning my work day. Trust me, my employers will thank me for it. There is nothing worse than me without my morning Joe crunching numbers in excel.

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Lucan

The tension in the air intensifies as Petrov advances to the center of the room. His posture is straight, his steel blue eyes void of all emotion and his moves are purposeful.

Straightaway, Vladimir and his men are on high alert, standing around the dimly lit room awaiting to hear the purpose of this impromptu meeting. Each knows that Petrov is not a man to request your presence without cause, as speaking to anyone below the rank of Vladimir is beneath him and for the others to be called in meant the boss is not happy.

I look around the room, and take in the selected few before us. The air of the room is charged in anticipation and wariness. I know something isn’t right. From the second I was called in this morning, my stomach has been churning.

On the rare occasions Petrov has called a meeting, it has never ended well—almost always ending in bloodshed. So it isn’t a matter of what he has to say tonight. No, it’s a matter of who would die and why. But that isn’t what bothers me as I stand to the right of Petrov, and Alexandrov—aka Alexander, his brother, to his left.

I’ve spent the last ten years working for The Petrov Crime Family, one of the most ruthless Russian organizations in New York. I’d started as a Byki, a bodyguard under the Vor, Vladimir, a man as heartless as a stone. This is where Petrov started most men. Only with Vladimir’s seal of approval did you advance.

Swarm too much and you were killed. Seem too eager and you were also killed. He only picks the best of the best and after working under him for three years, I’d been advanced to a contractor. Lethal, brutal and the best. This earned me favor with Vladimir and then finally with Petrov.

Faithfully, I served Petrov until my talents and skills positioned me to where I am today—the place I’d set my sights on from the time I’d entered the family. As Petrov’s Councilor or the Sovietnik as the Russians calls it, I am his right hand man.

Standing beside Petrov as his second in command, despite the fact that I am not a full blown Russian—a transgression Alexander seems to hold against me at every cause—I am not in the position where a meeting is called without my knowledge. The fact that I too am left in the dark does not sit well with me, but of course this is of no concern to Petrov. And so, I keep my mouth shut and my eyes and ears open.

“Do you know why I have called this meeting?” Petrov asks once he’s situated behind his desk.

The room grows eerie quiet as all eyes are trained on the boss. Despite the fact that each one of us know the outcome of this meeting, not one of the men show a single sign of fear. They know better. Fear has no place in the presence of Petrov. He both detests it and thrives on it.

Petrov eyes each man penetratingly before continuing, “I received a phone call last night from my contact within the authorities. I am sure you all remember Andrei. It seems the FBI has been investigating our shipments and he has reason to believe that one of my men may be an informant.”

Petrov kept his voice devoid of emotion and calm even though I know he is anything but. If there is any sin one is capable of committing against the brotherhood that Petrov despises it would be a rat and I can’t help but swallow down the rise of panic in my chest.

I can’t deny that today’s meeting should have me worried, but I have done everything possible to remain fully infiltrated within the family. I’ve done every task asked of me, without question or hesitation. No, Petrov couldn’t have known, but that didn’t stop the bead of sweat from falling from my brow.

If Petrov has gotten wind that an informant has infiltrated the brotherhood then my time here is nearing an end and I’m not sure how I feel about this. It’s true that my mission is to get as much information as I can about the brotherhood so that the FBI can build a strong case against us, but therein lies the problem. Somewhere along the way I have stopped referring to the brotherhood as them and more as us. The lines that divide good and evil are so blurred when you are made to do the thing I’ve been ordered to do.

I have killed, mercilessly. I’ve tortured the enemies of the brotherhood with no remorse and if I were to be completely truthful, I’d do it again. For them. For us.

“Lucan.” He calls my name as he turns his head to face me. Raising my sweat covered brow only slightly as my heart pounds violently against my chest, I regard him as well. “Has the brotherhood not treated you well?” he asks as he leans forward in his chair and claps his hands together on the desk.

I give him a curt nod, “Of course, Petrov. The brotherhood is my life.” My answer is sure, strong, but not defensive just as it should be. It is also true, but only partially since I am not completely sure where my loyalty lies.

I have trained for this mission for well over five years before infiltrating. I know all that there is to know about the Petrov Bratva and most importantly, I am the best liar in the bureau. Trained to pass any lie detector test both manually and electronically without worry, so I know he suspects nothing from my answer.

He nods his head and regards his brother next, “And you Alexandrov, have I not been well to you?”

Alexander jerks his head in confusion, turning to face his only brother before answering, “Of course, brother.”

Petrov turns to face Vladimir next and I can see a silent exchange between the two men. Most would miss it, but not me.

The eyes.

You can tell a lot about a person just by looking into their eyes. Vladimir’s show acceptance and Petrov, understanding. Though I am not sure what their exchange is in regards to, I know it is not him who will fall before Petrov today.

Still, I force myself to remain stoical even though their exemption of me in this manner would be considered a slap in the face. I am the second in command and therefore should be made aware of what is going on.

Alexander is the next to speak, “Brother, what is all this? Are you going to hold us here all day while you ogle your men?” His annoyance is clear in his voice and his eyes, hold something I can’t quite place. Fear? Maybe…

I don’t understand it. I know for sure Alexander isn’t with the bureau, but his demeanor is questionable.

“All in good time, my brother.”

Petrov stands to his feet and rounds the desk. His movements are as sure as they always are when he stands in front of his safe, enters a code and pulls out his gun. I have seen that gun many times and still it puts me on edge each time he removes it from his safe.

The spravedlivost, justice. It’s what Petrov calls the steal in his hands—the gun a gift from his father before passing the Bratva over to him. Many of men have stared into the barrel of the stainless, prized weapon, begging for mercy. But mercy has no place in the brotherhood. Petrov doesn’t issue second chances and absolution to those he deems the enemy and anyone who crosses the brother is in fact an enemy.

“The brotherhood takes second place to nothing. I am the beginning and the end for all those who fall under my rule. You have no mother, no father, no sister—”

The sound of justice going off the second he turns around cuts him off and much to everyone’s surprise Alexander stumbles to the ground, blood pouring from his chest.

“And, no brother,” he finishes before turning swiftly and replacing the gun in the safe. “Lucan, be sure that his replacement is trust worthy, yeah?” is all he says before he exits the room.

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WILD WICKED WEEKEND IS ALMOST HERE!

Hear Ye! Hear Ye!

Want to go to the best conference that… isn’t a conference? This could be your last opportunity to join us for the Wild Wicked Weekend this Feb., hosted by the Belle Femme Authors – Desiree Holt, Brenna Zinn, Cerise DeLand, Samantha Cayto, and yours truly, Dalton Diaz.

www.WildWickedWeekend.com

It truly is an opportunity that shouldn’t be missed, and you will miss out if you wait any longer. We sold out just a few months after registration opened, with a couple of opportunities coming up here and there as a few people have had to cancel. Now December 18th marks the last day of regular registration, and there’s a good chance this is the last call for a couple of new openings. If you’ve been wanting to register but haven’t yet, please hurry. There are only 8 days left at regular price, or most likely at all!

To register, please write us at wildwickedweekend@gmail.com with your name, your badge name, your e-mail address, your paypal address, and what you are (reader, author, agent, etc…) Then make your $250 payment in paypal to wildwickedweekend@gmail.com. Let us know if you have any questions.

We also have something special for all authors, even those who are unable to attend. There are a few advertising spaces left for the 2016 Wild Wicked Weekend program booklet. Every guest receives one. Put your hard-earned advertising dollar to work. For more info, go to http://www.crocodesigns.com/www/

See you in February!

Dalton Diaz

www.DaltonDiaz.com

 

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Writing Military Romance

I’m going to make a confession on this Veteran’s Day. I may never write a military story. It’s not that I don’t appreciate our men and women who serve, or that I don’t personally find a man in uniform to be hotter than hot – I do!

My father was a WWII army veteran (No, I did not mix up my wars!), and my eldest son served in the air force following 9/11, going to both Afghanistan and Iraq. I’ve asked myself if these could be reasons why writing military romance doesn’t appeal to me. After all, who wants to think of their father or their son while writing erotic romance, right?

Ew! No. Just no.

However… I already know I can keep those thoughts out of the equation. I wrote Stray Lovers, about a veterinarian and an animal control officer, while I worked in a veterinarian office. Winters’ Thaw, a Cougar story, when two of my sons were in their twenties. Oh, and Lesson Learned, a m/m college romance, when my youngest two sons were in college.

So why not military romance?

You see, as incredibly proud as I am for my son’s 6 years of service and everything it has brought him in the following years, not to mention the fact that he came home safely every time, his journey with the military was the hardest time I’ve ever had as a mother. He set the worry bar. I’ve often said that when your eldest leaves home to go to war, having the other kids go off to college is a piece of cake.

I’m sure this specific writing block will pass. I am grateful to my son, my father and all men and women who serve in the military. I love reading military romance in all sub genres, so it makes sense that I’d write one someday.

Hey, what if the heroine is a military mom? Hmmm…

9781419923302Stray Lovers

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Lovestruck veterinarian Marcus Hill thought he could wait for a relationship with Jane, but he’s offered his dream job in another state. It’s time to go.Headstrong Jane Tipper is going to miss her best friend, but she understands why he’s leaving. She, too, has a career agenda she won’t alter for anything or anyone.

Never again.

As their last week together approaches, their desire for each other hits high gear. Ending as friends with benefits sounds good in theory and feels even better. What could be better than a week of incredibly hot sex with your best friend? Neither one regrets it. Until it’s time for Marcus to go.

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Winters’ Thaw

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OR nurse Elizabeth Winters is forty-one, divorced and determined to figure out what all the fuss is about sex. Her ex spent over twenty years crushing her sensuality and it is long past time for release. Literally, dammit! In her quest, she befriends a group of women her age who admit having a passion for younger men—and thus begins a challenge…

Thirty-year-old engineer Kevin Springer loves solving puzzles and “Elle” has him aching to fit the pieces. The more he gets to know her, the more intrigued he becomes, especially in bed. He quickly realizes he wants more than her offered no-strings-attached, wild sex, but convincing her to take a chance on a relationship isn’t going to be easy.

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Lesson Learned

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Adam Warren is counting down the days until he can put “Professor” next to his name—and his disastrous past with Tyler Ford behind him.

When a fluke puts Tyler in Adam’s class, the graduate assistant faces some hard choices while Tyler faces an uphill battle for a second chance at first love.

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The Name Game by Dalton Diaz

Ever wonder what goes into choosing names for the characters in our books? For some authors, the names have to be chosen to start the book. I know one author who has to have a title for the book, and changing that during the writing process throws her completely off course.

My process is, well, a process. I have to start the book and get a feel for the characters before I can settle on their names. Don’t get me wrong, names and titles are very important to me. So important, that I have to basically wait for the characters to tell me what they want to be called. That said, we do have an understanding: no names of ex’s or family members will be used. That’s uncomfortable, and depending on the character, can be downright gross!

I also like basic names and nicknames for my heroes and heroines. While I have been known to turn their names into jokes or a parody a time or two, there will be no heroes with He-Man names or Heroines named after deadly plants or weather patterns. After all, Hemlock isn’t supposed to be eaten, and who would want to touch Poison Ivy?

After the book has been written, it is entirely possible that names and titles will be changed if it is not a self-pubbed book. That’s usually fine. It’s during the process that I have to feel the name connection to the characters. Just don’t expect me to remember the hero and/or heroine’s name if it has been changed. Hell, even if it hasn’t been changed. I still call my own children the wrong name.

All in all, the names of characters and/or a title shouldn’t stop you from reading a book. Unless one of those is the name of an ex or a family member and it’s downright gross…

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Sexy is What’s Inside

Everyone has a different idea of what defines “sexy” on the outside. Really, it’s what’s inside that counts. Here, let me prove my point:

Sexy?

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Um, no, not really. Unless you have a big green felt fetish, in which case, my apologies. No judgment here.

How about this one?

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Hell yes he’s sexy, but…this is a pumpkin. Again, if that’s your fetish, no judgment.

How about this nerd?

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Um, that’s a dog. Judgment gets a little thin on this one. Then again, I have a shocking pic of a Guinea Pig that I could have used, but last time I posted it, I heard gasps from around the world.

How about this hottie?

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This would be Stud. See? Bwahahahaha!

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Yes. Inside and out, no question.

Back to Gumby. Why is he listed? Flexibility? I apparently have a thing for the color green? Nope. Look what’s inside:

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Back

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Have I made my point?

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Brand New Cover! — Jasmine Haynes

My reincarnation tale, Twisted by Love, has a brand new cover! It’s sexy and gives a bit of that other worldly feel. You’ll also note it’s by my alter ego Jennifer Skully. To celebrate the new cover, Twisted by Love will be free on August 29th and 30th. So don’t miss out.  Here’s a blurb for this sexy reincarnation tale:

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A love that spans lifetimes, an evil that has followed them through the ages…

Bern Daniels doesn’t believe in ghosts, UFOs, or reincarnation, but when he sees Livie Scott, it’s as if he’s known her forever. Now he can’t get her out of his mind. He wants her in his bed and in his life. For keeps. He’s even starting to believe they’ve lived past lives together.

Will jealousy out of the past come back to destroy their future?

Livie is unaccountably drawn to the tall, dark stranger. He literally sweeps her off her feet. And she’s oh so willing to let him. But her sister Toni is planted firmly in her path to happiness. Livie has been forced to choose between a man and Toni before; is she destined to play the same twisted game with her sister over and over?

Livie and Bern soon discover there are shadows lurking from their past, past lives that is, which threaten everything they believe in, everything they want. And even their lives.

You can find Twisted by Love free for your Kindle on 8/29 and 8/30.

And if you belong to Kindle Unlimited, you can read it anytime for free through the end of August.

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A Trip Down Memory Lane by Dalton Diaz

Stud and I finally did it! We planned and took a real vacation, 12 days up and down the coast of California. The original idea was to go and stay for a week where we met, where two of our kids have happened to temporarily land, San Luis Obispo. We added days into the front end and started out about as far south as we could go – unfortunately due to a family member in ill health and the death of a close family friend. Still, we managed to squeeze in a few friends along the way. Since the added visits were to my family, and I’m the one originally from Calif, it turned out to be quite the trip down memory lane.

First stop? Really, you have to ask? The second we had our rental car, we were pulling in here. Apparently, quite a few people had the same idea. This was how busy it was at 1am!

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Oh, wait. I got a 12 day vacation, Stud had to work the first 2 days. He took the car, so I couldn’t go visiting, but Dawn Daydrmz Blogg heard I was going to be around and she came all the way out for lunch and convo. We went to a really cool place that serves Shabu Shabu. It wasn’t until she left that we realized we didn’t take any pics with each other! Got one of  the food, tho. <g>

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The next day, I drove Stud to work and went off to visit some relatives, then back to pick Stud up and we were off to Escondido for a day and a half. I got to meet up with author Carlene Love for coffee. Um, again, neither of us remembered to take pics. Yeah, I have to work on that!

Then it was up the 101, playing I spy In N Out Burgers before we finally stopped for (another) one. Don’t judge.

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We did make a special stop in Pismo Beach, at the place Stud proposed. It has grown quite a bit over the years. That trail didn’t used to be there, and you used to be able to climb right out on that rock that juts out to the ocean. Still a beautiful place, tho.

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We finally made it to our VRBO house in San Luis Obispo (SLO), and met up with our older boys. They took us out to their favorite Sushi place for dinner. The week that followed was a food fest. The whole idea of getting a VRBO was so I could cook and we could maintain our Paleo diet as much as possible for that week. We’d already eaten our hearts out for four days by the time we stepped foot in SLO! Every time we turned around, our sons wanted to take us to this fave place, or that one. How could we say no? We did have one cookout at our house, and they cooked for us once at theirs, but most of the groceries went to the boys before we left.

We did try to exercise by renting bikes and riding down a trail to the beach. Found this place there and had to take a pic.

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That night, the boys took us for fish tacos in Morro Bay.

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Mid-week, Stud and I did a 200+ mile, full loop from SLO. Our first stop was in San Francisco for lunch with my cousin. It took me a sec to remember why I had snapped the pic below. No, not the one of the sex clubs – that one is self-explanatory. The pic that shows people actually waiting for the light to change to cross the street! I think I’ve been in Boston for too long. <g>

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Then on to dinner in Santa Cruz with my childhood friend who I hadn’t seen in about 12 years. Um, and ate more fish tacos on the pier. Santa Cruz is a truly beautiful place.

After dinner, we went back to SLO.

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Our last night in SLO was spent at the Farmer’s Market street fair. Had to take a pic of this place. Note the name. We didn’t eat at this booth, but I wish we had. The street food we got was truly some of the worst food I’ve ever had. There was a reason there was no line. Lesson learned.

(If it’s too hard to see, the name of the restaurant is, Mee Heng Low)

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The next day, we headed back to Los Angeles. We did stop at one more childhood memory along the way, in Buellton. It’s a Cali road trip must.

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The scenery along the coast on the way back was breathtaking.

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We made it back to the valley in time to visit with a sick friend, and then have dinner with another one of my childhood friends. See what I mean about it being a trip down memory lane?

Our last night in Calif was spent at an airport hotel. They had a full-length mirror, and I kid you not, Stud and I both stopped in our tracks when we passed it and started laughing. We’d each gained about 10 lbs in 12 days! I’ve often said I would way 300 lbs if I still lived in Calif. I now have proof.

Hope you enjoyed viewing our trip up and down the coast as much as we enjoyed eating our way through it.

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Win My Handiwork by Alice Gaines

various yarnsJust look at those colors!

I have to admit that I love romance novel covers in large part because of the intense colors.  I feel the same way about flowers.  The more of the rainbow I’m looking at, the happier I am.

I bought the vibrant golden yarn in the picture on a whim.  It’s part silk/part alpaca, and it cost a bundle.  I have no idea what I’ll  make with it.

A while back, I decided that I might as well give away my hand-knitted and hand-crocheted projects to my readers to thank them for trusting me with their money in exchange for a story that popped into my head.  I gave away one cowl I made, but I wasn’t happy with the size.  I wanted it bigger.  I tried again using the exact number of stitches in the pattern and ended up with this.  Mission accomplished.

pink cowl

I’ll be raffling this off later in the month to celebrate the release of my novella, Royal Affair, part 4 of The Princes of Danislova series.  If you’d like to join my mailing list and enter to win, sign up at my website.

http://www.alicegaines.blogspot.com

Then, I got some bulkier yarns and knitted up these cowls so quickly, I think I’ll give all of them away in another raffle in the next few months.multiple cowls  Here’s a detail of the white one, which I rather like.  I think I’ll get more yarn and make this again.

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I have to admit I look forward to late afternoons when I can put on junk TV and sit and knit or crochet.  (Hello, Judge Judy!).  It takes me back to my childhood when I’d visit my grandmother’s cottage behind our house after school and watch her favorite soap opera while we did needlework.  I’m currently teaching myself how to knit in the round using double-pointed needles.  I hope soon to be churning out wrist warmers to give to my readers.

If you’d like to enter to win one of my creations, join my newsletter.  I don’t send too many letters out, and when I do, I’ll be giving something way.  You can sign up at http://www.alicegaines.blogspot.com  I hope to see you there!

 

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