Weekend Writing Warriors #38!

Hey! Hi! Hello! How's everyone doing today? Happy to see you here again! I'm sharing another excerpt from my story that is still as of yet untitled. Perhaps I'll call it 'Nutcases'. 

Here's the premise: It's the year 2033. Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. 

Here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off last week:

She opened the freezer and removed one of the last remaining jars. She’d done her best to preserve it for as long as possible, only sampling it on the days when her cravings became too much to bear.

Funny, she almost always craved it after talking to Clark.

She and Clark Straub began corresponding a little over a month ago. She’d found him after searching for several hours on the internet. So much of the past had been erased, at least the parts that pertained to The Final Crunch Down. She learned Clark was a professor at Barnard University who earned his doctorate in agricultural sciences. While she’d read through his bio, she couldn’t help but spend extra seconds gazing at his picture at the top of the screen, the same picture she’d made into her screen saver. 

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I have a confession to make. I have phonophobia. There's just something about those hideous contraptions that causes me to break into a cold sweat, experience violent chest pains, and consider jumping off the nearest cliff. I hate making calls, I hate taking calls, and I triple hate leaving messages. I've tried so hard to avoid technology and I've done a pretty awesome job...until now. I have to buy a *shudder* cell phone. No. Phone is such a dirty word. I prefer the term 'mobile device' and shall use it henceforth. My new teaching job requires me to own a mobile device. And so now I'm finally entering a world I know nothing about. I walked into a...mobile device store the other day and said, "Hi, I'm phone-dumb and I'm looking for a smart-phone." It's true. I was blissful before I was forced to confront my ignorance head-on. Le sigh. Anywho, stay tuned for the continuing adventures of Evelyn and her mobile device. :P  

Weekend Writing Warriors #37!

Goooooood morning! Today's an especially happy Sunday for me, but I'll get to that shortly. First, let's talk story! 

Here's the premise of my as of yet unnamed near-future story set in the year 2033: 

Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home and begin the business of bootlegging. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc, etc. :D

Here's an excerpt, continuing from where we left off last week:

One could never be too careful in a world where secrets could be your undoing. Confirming the coast was clear, she jumped in.

A winding slide carried her, giggles and all, to the basement floor of her home. The Cave of Inspiration, as she dubbed it. Bits and pieces of machinery lay scattered across a long wooden table at the center. Blueprints were haphazardly tacked to a corkboard against the wall. One neon green 3-D computer occupied the majority of the remaining real estate. Her sock-clad feet squeaked against the sticky floor as she navigated the space from one end to the other. 

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Okay, about that happy news...I am now officially employed as a teacher! I just received word on Friday that I've been hired as an occasional teacher for the Ottawa/Carleton District School Board and I couldn't be more thrilled. I've been working my butt off for years to land this gig so it's kind of a huge deal to me. I'll be teaching physical education and dramatic arts and whatever else they plan to throw at me, and I absolutely cannot wait! It's a lifelong dream of mine finally being realized. :) So that's all from me. Hope you all have a fabulous day!  

Weekend Writing Warriors #36!

Hello, friends! Happy Thanksgiving to my fellow Canucks, and Happy Sunday to the rest of you! As promised, I'm sharing something completely new today. It's a near-future story set in the year 2033. 

Here's the premise: Since so many people have developed allergies to peanuts in this century, the government has banned peanuts and all peanut-related products, including (*gasp*) peanut butter. Side note: I think that was the most anyone has ever used the word 'peanut' in a sentence. Well, as you can imagine, Morgan, my heroine, refuses to live in a world without PB. So, with the help of my hero, Clark, they build their own peanut-butter-making machine in the secret basement of her home. Also, they share a few pb kisses, etc. :D

Here's an excerpt! 

Her heart was pounding again. It always got that way after talking to the man with the deep voice over the phone. He’d said he’d be there in thirty minutes, but she had a feeling he was the type who arrived to appointments at least five minutes early. That gave her approximately twenty-five minutes to learn how to breathe normally again.

Distraction was the key. Tucking her cell into her pocket, she strode toward her bedroom and pushed aside the antique chest at the foot of the bed. There beneath it was a trap door. She took a precautionary glance around her, something she always did before using the trap, even though she lived alone. 

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We're celebrating Thanksgiving today at Woodbine race track in Toronto, stuffing our faces at the buffet, betting on horses, and spending time together with family. Is there anything better? Hope you all have a wonderful day! See you next weekend! :) 

Weekend Writing Warriors #35!

Gooooood Sunday morning to you! Hope you're all doing well! Today I'm sharing one final excerpt from Crossing the Line, then next week it'll be something completely new! We're skipping ahead just a little bit, post-interrogation. Madison is now at the writing conference surrounded by her girlfriends.

Here's the blurb:

Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.

But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.

The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.

A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again? 

And here's the excerpt: 

Romance writers. If anyone could understand the magical dynamic of what happened to her at the border, these ladies were the ones. Torn over whether or not to share the details of her detainment, she decided to bite the bullet and go for it. There was a good chance they wouldn’t believe her anyway. “Well, I, uh…had an interesting drive down.”

 Mary-Jo gasped. “Oh my God, were you wearing a vibrator?” The other women burst into giggles. 

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Yesterday I saw Gravity in 3D at the theatre. I'm not usually a big fan of 3D movies because the glasses give me a headache, but I have to tell you...seeing this movie in 3D IS A MUST! The cinematography is breathtakingly beautiful. If that's as close as I ever get to outer space, then okay. I'm totally cool with that because WOW. I was THISCLOSE to it. Everyone in the theatre was riveted. You could have heard a pin drop. So this is me highly recommending you go and see it. You won't be disappointed. Be good, have a fab day, and take a moment to thank your lucky stars that all those satellites in space are still working and we have our precious internet. *hugs internets* :D

Weekend Writing Warriors #34!

Greetings, friends! Happy Sunday! Once again, I'm sharing another excerpt from Crossing the Line, continuing from where we left off last week. 

Here's the blurb:

Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.

But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.

The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.

A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again? 

And here's the excerpt: 

“Umm. Is this a trick question?”

He slid closer to her and his mouth curved into a smile. “So, your books look…good.”

She almost preened until she remembered who he was and where she was. “Good how?”

The hand burning a hole in her jeans climbed higher, right along with her heart rate. “You know, if you ever need a cover model…I could probably help you out with that.” 

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I just received word that Crossing the Line will be releasing in March of 2015. Soooo hold on to that enthusiasm! lol. Hope I'm still participating in the WWW then and I can share the exciting news with you. But for now, I'll just continue prematurely building your excitement. :D I really appreciate all the support every week. It means the world to me. Wishing you all a fantastic day!

Weekend Writing Warriors #33!

Heya! Happy Sunday, all! I'm skipping ahead just a teeny little bit in my story, Crossing the Line, but the action essentially picks up where we left off. 

Here's the blurb:

Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.

But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.

The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.

A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again? 

And here's the excerpt: 

His feet swung back and forth. Strangely, the action helped to calm her swelling nerves. “How long will you be out of the country?”

If she’d been writing their story, right around this point George would pin his smoldering gaze on her and she’d answer in a breathy voice, ‘Why, you gonna miss me, hot stuff?’ And then he’d smile and tell her it was time for a strip search. And she’d sigh and blush and pretend it was such a chore for him to pat her down in places that so needed to be patted down.

Fantasy George had her pinned to the table before real-life George put a stop to it in the most effective way possible: he pressed a warm palm to her bouncing knee.

“What are you thinking about?” he whispered. 

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Today happens to be my incredible grandmother's 90th birthday. I wish you could all know this woman. She is the kindest, most generous soul in the world. Everyone who's ever met her loves her. She makes me laugh, she's always there for me, she supports me in all my wacky schemes, she believes in me, and, best of all, she has a dirty mind that I'm grateful was passed down to me, along with her sweet tooth. :D Happy birthday, Granny! Love you like crazy! I'm off to celebrate with family and friends. Wishing you all a fabulous day too! :)

Weekend Writing Warriors #32!

Hiya, folks! Happy Sunday! I'm sharing another excerpt from Crossing the Line today, but we're skipping ahead a bit. Georgey-boy has taken our dear girl into the big grey building for further interrogation. *eyebrow raise, eyebrow raise*

Here's the blurb:

Madison Kelly is an erotic romance author from Canada on her way to her first ever writing conference. Across the border. A trunk full of dirty books and dildos proves enough to amp up her nerves and make her lips flap faster than the maple leaf flag.

But she's not going anywhere until George Petropoulos gives the go-ahead.

The Greek god of a border guard has something other than national security in mind when he detains this particular citizen. He can’t help but be charmed by the juxtaposition between her stammering blushes and the racy books she writes.

A hot and heavy interrogation brings out her inner sex goddess, one that she’s been hiding in the pages of her books, and leaves them both wanting more. But will they be brave enough to cross the line again? 

And here's the excerpt: 

“Have a seat,” he told her after closing the door behind them.

The room was quaint. Tan walls, a small rectangular table in the center with four chairs surrounding it…a couch. That was a bit of a head scratcher. She automatically went for a chair and sank into it. Fidgeting with her hands, she waited for him to sit across from her, but he didn’t. He sat on the table in front of her, his legs dangling over the edge on either side of her, locking her in without actually touching her.

About a thousand dirty scenarios filtered into her brain. She’d been writing erotica for too long.

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Well, today is Sunday, September 15th. It's also the day after our annual Corn and Wiener Roast. I'm writing this before the shindig commences, but I already know it's gonna rock my toe socks. I'll actually be wearing toe socks for the occasion, and my new 'Elmo Style' t-shirt I scored for three bucks at Walmart! There will be a kick-ass fire that I will be dancing around. Possibly while wearing a headdress. There will be marshmallow roasting, barbecued everything, and corn coming out of our ears (see what I did there?) And, best of all, both sides of the family will be here for the festivities. Oh, and better still, there will be a ridiculous amount of leftovers! :D Okie dokes. That's enough out of me. Wishing you all a spectacular day!