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Have beer..boxers..and tattoos..
What do you think? Sounds like a good way to relax to me. 😉
The weekend was good. Got a new toy and did some writing. I got the next two installments of The Ball done…so I’m ahead on that one. The race on Saturday gave me an idea for a story set in the racing world, but it would be during the 1930s or 40s..not contemporary. It’s still stewing in my mind..haven’t gotten anything written down for it. Probably should do that before I forget what I want to do.
I listened to The All-American Rejects on my way into work this morning. “Dirty Little Secret” is a great song. Love the video as well. The lead singer is cute too. lol
Well, have to get some work done. 🙁
Have a great day, everyone.
“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.”–Aldous Huxley
New Toy
my new toy. The Ipod Nano. Not even as big as a pack of gum. Woo-Hoo! Great for working out. I have an Ipod mini which is great as well, but a little awkward for the gym. 🙂 Got a slick little black nano. It holds 3 days worth of music. At the moment, I’ve only got about 3 hours worth of music on it.
When I went to download certain songs from my Itunes library (songs that I’ve put on my mini and taken off as well)..not all the songs were there. Yikes! I need my Black Eyed Peas, Eminem, Kanye West, Rob Thomas…the list is endless of songs that I need to have to work out to. lol Luck for me, C is tech-knowledgable and he told me after he got back from golfing, he’d get it worked out for me. Whew!
At least, I got The All-American Rejects and KT Tunstall on the little thing. 🙂 Got a cool armband to hold it while I work out instead of a clip. I’m all set to hit the gym now.
Such a geek, huh?
Have a great day, everyone.
“I don’t fear computers. I fear the lack of them.”—Issac Asimov
It’s not the size…
of the sword, but what you do with it….
C and I are heading out for lunch with some friends, but he’s promised me we’ll be back in time for the Derby tonight. Have to watch it. It’s been a traditional in my family for as long as I can remember…picking which horse will win (never the favorite because of the curse..lol) and cheering like mad when the horses power in to the homestretch. Maybe this year we’ll get a sub-two minute race. There’s only been two in the history of the Derby..Monarchos in 2001 and of course..Secretariat in 1973. He set the stakes record that day and no horse has been able to match his brilliance and chrisma.
Each year I watch, hoping there’ll be another Secretariat in the field. Another horse who will become larger than life. 🙂 Maybe this is the year.
Have a great day, everyone.
“In riding a horse, we borrow freedom.”–Helen Thomson
Reading…
These are the two books I wanted to tell y’all about yesterday, but just didn’t get time to. 🙂 Though I’m glad you enjoyed the eye candy.
Both of them are by Ally Blue. I read Ally’s first book, Forgotten Song and fell in love with her writing. Hot male sex and at times, heart wrenching emotions. She does it all. 🙂
Easy is out at Loose-Id. Click on the title to read the blurb. I’ll warn you though…there are some graphic scenes, so if you have a weak stomach you might want to skip those parts. Notice I didn’t tell you not to read the book. Those scenes are essential to figuring out why Stevie is the way he is. I read it in one sitting because I couldn’t pull away from this compelling story. 🙂
The other one is Willow Bend, available at Samhain Publishing. Again..more hot man love and emotions that will tug at your heart. Ally manages to bring you into the story and
not let you go, no matter how much you don’t want to go where she’s leading you.
The thing about these books is that the stories are universal in many ways. They can be about any two people..not just two men. (though the fact that they are shouldn’t turn anyone off..imo)
So if you’re looking for a good book or two that will make you tear up, but feel good at the end..I recommend both of these books by Ally Blue.
Have a great day, everyone.
“Be as careful of the books you read, as of the company you keep: for your habits and character will be as much influenced by the former as by the latter.”- Paxton Hood
Quickie
Here’s some nice jeans for y’all.
I’m really busy this morning…not sure when I’ll get a chance to post for real. I have two books that I read last night that I’d like to tell you about.
Have a great day, everyone.
Another Foggy Day
The picture doesn’t really have anything to do with my post today. I just liked it….with everyone’s urge to get away from their lives and the worlds they live in…I thought this was a good symbol for running away. 😉
The fog was thick this morning as I was driving to work. While I drove with my eyes on the road and the cars in front of me, I admit my mind wandered. It went down paths of stories I’ve already told in an earlier post called Fog. Quickly though it went towards the story I’m revealing piece by piece to you each Tuesday and I see my hero riding his horse in Hyde Park in the early morning fog. A second man joins him and I can tell my hero is agitated by the way his horse won’t stand still. Whether there are words exchanged at that moment, I didn’t know. I am merely an observer to an early morning meeting. His feelings and the conversation they might have had will be shown to me in time for the next installment for I think it’s time for my hero and His Grace to move beyond the Ball and into the world my hero hides from.
What do you think? Should their relationship expand from beyond the stiff unreality of the ballroom? Maybe to places where my hero feels more comfortable and less a monster?
“Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.”–Ranier Maria Rilke
The Ball- Part 2
I’ll admit that Colin Firth isn’t really what I see in my mind when I think of either of my characters in this story. But he’s good-looking and dressed in regency clothes, so I thought I’d put him up. 🙂 Here’s the next installment of The Ball.
The Ball (c) 2006 T.A. Chase.
Here I am again. Another ball on another night. But where I had been dragged to the others, this one I am willing to make an appearance at. My uncle, the Earl, is bringing his oldest daughter out and as her cousin, I must show support. Besides my uncle is the only one of my family I feel remotely comfortable around. Maybe it’s because he cares for nothing other than his horses.
I swing the young lady I am waltzing with around and a shot of heat runs down my spine. Lifting my gaze from the blank face of the girl, I feel lust burn through me as my eyes land on him. He enters the room as if he owns it. This time there are no shadows to hide me and he meets my stare with a nod. I stumble.
The lady protests and I mumble my abject apology. I am a complete failure at many things, but I pride myself on being a marvelous dancer. Here is my chance to find out my mysterious lover’s name. When I ask my dance partner to tell me who he is, she looks at me like I’m an idiot. I get the feeling she is wondering what rock I’ve been hiding under. She tells me and shock strikes me dumb.
We finish our dance in silence and I return her to her mother. I manage to leave the ballroom without running into anyone or making a bigger fool of myself. No more gardens for me. I find there is no longer any comfort for me in the darkness of crumbling ruins. I lost my heart in a garden and haven’t been able to find it again.
The library offers the solace I’m seeking. I slip into the dark room and make my way to the window. Staring out, I study the couples wandering in my uncle’s garden. They are bathed with silver moonlight. A pretty world I can’t be a part of.
How did he know I would accept his touch? What told him I’d willingly give my lips to him without protest? I rub my chest. My face is reflected in the window and I search for the brand that marks me. There must be something somewhere on my face that tells people of the horrors I hide inside. Some symbol letting those who would hate or mock me know I am a helpless scapegoat for their cruelty.
My breath fogs the window as I sigh. Yet there was no cruelty in his lips and no hatred in his touch. I can still feel his skin warming my chilled body. In my dreams, I relive the moment his mouth gave me my first kiss.
The snick of the door shutting causes me to whirl around. There he stands with his golden hair glinting in the darkness like the stars in the night sky. My voice gets stuck in my throat as he moves towards me. He shouldn’t want me. He shouldn’t sully his hands by touching me.
He is Lord Greyson, Duke of Northhamptonshire. He’s the confidant of kings, princes and prime ministers. He’s the prize every gold-digging mother and fortune hunting father look for. To me, he is a god and as such, is as out of reach as God is to a fallen angel.
He is perfection. I am a monster.
Yearning…
Quietly I stand in the window, staring out at the dying world. His soft breath bathes my calf and his hand encircles my ankle as if-even in his sleep-he feels my longing to be free.
Thoughts race through my mind. Does he know how my spirit wishes to fly again? Was my need to be love so strong that it subjugated any free will on my part?
A gentle tug on my ankle and I know he’s awake. With yearning deep in me, I take one last look at the world outside my window. Turning to him, I allow love to become my cage once more.
“You can’t seperate peace from freedom because no one can be at peace unless he has his freedom.”—Malcolm X
Treasure Trail
Makes you want to find out what kind of treasure he’s hiding under those jeans. 🙂
How’s the writing going you must be asking yourself? (Okay well, I can dream that you’re wondering what I might be working on next.) Of actual writing, not much is getting done, but I’ve been organizing things in my mind for Lyva’s Chance and the rest of the books in that series. Also I’m getting glimpses of scenes for another story called Rescued From Fear that takes place in New Orleans.
Hope y’all have a great weekend.
“Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you committ atrocities.”–Voltaire
Gummi Bears.
Gummi Bears..I get addicted to these things. Grab a bag of sugar free gummis (beacuse sugar and I don’t mix well) and I’ll eat the entire thing in one setting. Bad T.A.
I stopped by the Pink Posse LSB chat earlier this afternoon. Might stop by later on if I have time.
Enjoy the firemen. Hall of Flame..I can see why.
Have a great night, everyone.
