A rose by any other name… Doesn’t necessarily sound the same when cried out in a fit of passion. . . .Does it?

Thanks to the naughty girls here for inviting me to blog today – I love this place, and I’m looking forward to having a lot of fun chatting with you all. In fact, if you chat with me today, I’ll pick a winner from the comments to receive a signed copy of Pick Me Up, my new Blaze Forbidden Fantasy, released this month. Anyway, on to the topic of sexy names… what makes a name sexy?

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First of all, I have to apologize for not being around much this week. A brand new Imac has finally replaced my poor, old, ten-inch laptop!!! Can you say twenty-inch screen? But it’s taken me a while to transfer everything over, and I lost a few emails in the process. I also lost all my email addresses so I have to manually add them all back. Oh well. Did I mention the twenty-inch screen? And it’s fast. I have no idea why, but it is.

Anyway. What I want to discuss today is pubic hair.

So. We all have our little extravagances, right? Some of us get bi-weekly pedicures, some of us get our hair colored every so often. My little extravagance is facials. I get one about every eight weeks or so. Needless to say, over the past few years, I’ve gotten to know my esthetician pretty well. She makes my face look as good as possible. She steams me, scrubs me, molds my brows with an artistic hand. Last month we started talking about bikini waxing and I told her I’ve never had a bikini wax before.

She was appalled. She started telling me about how much easier it was to get waxed, how the hair follicles become fainter with every session, how clean a girl feels afterwards. So I agreed to schedule an appointment to have my first wax job. I mean, I like to be clean as much as the next girl. Clean and pure, that’s me.

So I made my bush whack rendezvous for a few weeks later. Meanwhile, I had to grow the thing out, to give her some leverage and all. It was annoying, but I did it. Finally, the big day arrived. I showed up at her salon and it was kinda awkward. I mean, for years I’d been seeing her for all things above the neckline and now I had to get naked and bare all.

“Um.” I looked at the wall. “What do I do now?”
“Well, do you want a Brazilian?
“Sure!” Brazilians are sexy! And I speak a bit of Portuguese.
She smiled. “Then take everything off and get on the table!”

I think I blushed. I got undressed (except for my black wife-beater) and climbed onto the table. I lay there all exposed as she went about her business. I think she was melting wax or something. It was strange to just lay there on the bed in my tank-top, with my hoo-ha all out in the open for the world to see. Except she wasn’t the world, she was just this lady with whom I’d discussed daycare and the weather.

Then she slapped the hot wax all over my privates. At first I was a bit embarrassed, but after about ten minutes I just wanted it over with. I was holding parts open for her so she could get in real good. She’s really detail oriented. Leave no valley untouched and all of that. Then she was done. Olá!

So now I’m clean and pure. Are you?

I think I am.  I think I’m turning into this little old lady before my prime ‘cos I’m feeling like the most forgetful creature in the entire world.

Ahem, like this blog post. I completely forgot I was supposed to write it! It dawned on me literally two minutes ago!  Aaack - if my head wasn’t attached, I’d probably lose it.

I’ve noticed lately I have to make lots of lists.  Lists for my lists, even. I bought not one, not two, but THREE organizational/date planners for the house, for my writing business and for the kids’ schedule. That’s rather ridiculous, don’t you think? Hell, I think so, but guess what - I’m gonna end up using all of those planners, I’m sure of it.

So do y’all feel the same way? Are you forgetful and constantly doing things like, “OH MY GAWD I GOTTA TAKE LITTLE MAN TO THE DR TO CHECK HIS TB TEST!” Cos I just did on Monday.  Completely forgot about it.  I do remember that I have to take middle child to the doctor today.  And I need to bring her shot records.  I even wrote down a note that says “bring shot records.” You know, cos I’m so forgetful.

Tell me I’m not alone in this.  Please.  I’m beggin’ ya.

Ok get your minds out of the gutter.  I’m not talking about that kind of girl time, though I suppose I could  :sup:

I’m talking about spending time with your best girls, sans children, or other leechy critters, to do  whatever you want and not have a curfew.   Now, I’ll admit, I’m a bit on the old side, so even though Dennie and I hit the bar once every few months, I always feel like a creature from another planet come to observe and take notes.  Then, recently, I cheated on Dennie with Lynn.  We went to see Nancy Drew.  Yes it was corny, and silly but there was definitely some nostalgia there and we had a good time.  We went away vowing to do it again (because none of us ever gets out).  So, on my birthday I asked the both of them out  :tmi:  to the movies (this way I didn’t feel like I was cheating) because I really wanted to see Stardust and I knew it was something the boy-leeches woulnd’t want to see.  And even though I didn’t feel good, I was determined to do something fun for myself on my birthday (damnitalltohell!).

So we hit the movies, with a stop-off at Carrabas to while away some time over dessert and decided that we should do this once a month.  I think, as important as it is to make time for ourselves (something else many women don’t do enough of), it’s important to connect with your girlfriends too and just hang out, see a movie, go have a drink…whatever and remind yourself that yes you DO have a life outside of that husband and children.

So when’s the last time you had some high quality girl (or guy!) time?

In Seattle you’re more likely to see someone clutching a mocha, than holding an umbrella. Seattle by no means invented coffee, but we sure did put espresso on the map in America. We are the birth place of Starbucks. And since espresso is so popular and successful, everyone and their mom decided to open an espresso stand. Hmm. Which, we’ll get to that whole mother daughter thing in a moment.

So how is someone supposed to compete in an industry that is so over saturated? In the Seattle area you can pretty much throw a rock in any direction and hit an espresso stand. So how do you get your business to take off? Well you take it off. That’s right, multiple espresso stands have started stripping down, give an eyeful of ta ta’s while passing out lattés. And it’s been working. I’m sure the women customers have decreased, but the hoards of men that pull up with their tongues lolling more than make up for it.

Yes, I’m a woman, so my reaction is probably a little biased. But am I the only one on this who inwardly cringes, wondering why women would willingly put us a step back in a world where we’re constantly told ’sex sells.’ I am by no means a loud and proud feminist. I’m kind of a middle of the road girl, and I do write erotic romance. But I’ll be honest, this bugs me. And here’s a couple reasons why.

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Okay, if you haven’t figured it out…we’re fond of the Family Guy. This one is short and sweet.

I’ve been waiting for this day for a while (since January) and I’m happy to say that Spontaneous is available at Samhain Publishing NOW!

Sophie Kincaid doesn’t want to be attracted to her boss but she is. Sick and tired of being used by men, she’s sworn them off. But her hot and now slightly drunk boss just became too hard to resist.

His girlfriend dumped him and now Ian Grey is drowning his sorrows in alcohol, something he never does. Flirting with Sophie the sexy bartender inspires him to do even more things he’d never consider. Like have hot sex with her in the storage room.

They can’t deny their attraction for each other but Sophie’s afraid she doesn’t measure up. And what does Ian want from her anyway? She’ll have a naked good time figuring it out…

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