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Visit: April 25, 2011
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It's been a very long time since I've been to Dim Sum. I've always had pleasant experiences with Dim Sum and this time was no different. This restaurant used to be a whole lot smaller. It now encompasses the entire floor of a small shopping center. Come early, or you might now get seated. It should be noted that the division of staff was really off. There were so many waiters who had nothing to do during this busy period. It makes you wonder.
For those of you who don't know how Dim Sum works, let me explain. As you're seated at your table, ladies with carts pass by telling the diners what they're offering. If you choose to go for that dish, the lady takes your piece of paper and initials it. At the end of the meal, the waiter adds it all up and presents you with the bill. Simple process and the ladies can now communicate in English, because at one time, hardly any non-Chinese people went to Dim Sum.
Siu Mai w/Mushrooms
Tried: April 25, 2011
This was one of my favorite dishes of the proceedings, thought I could've done without the mushrooms. Siu Mai contains so many ingredients, that when put together, it creates a powerful taste that I can't go without.
Tried: April 25, 2011
I'm unsure of the name of this dumpling, but it was also really good. I usually go without the use of any soya sauce and I made the right decision. This stands up well on its own.
Tried: April 25, 2011
Years ago, I wouldn't of touched this with a ten-foot pole, but I decided to give it all a go. This dumpling was soft but the taste was lacking. It wasn't bad, but I chose to only have one and try for something else.
Rice Noodle Rolls
Tried: April 25, 2011
These were one of my favorites during the meal. In combination with the provided soya sauce, the rice noodle rolls were extremely good. They are soft and provide a very decent taste. I was kinda yearning for more after they disappeared.
Potato Dumplings
Tried: April 25, 2011
I have a vague memory of what this tasted like. If that was the case for me, I can't count this as good. If this was presented to me year ago, I also wouldn't have touched this. At least you try everything once.
Ha Gau - Shrimp Dumplings
Tried: April 25, 2011
This was the second star of the day's Dim Sum. You can't go wrong with anything that has shrimp in it. Shrimp is like the Chinese equivalent of bacon, but bacon is always tops. You should never pass up on this.
Fish on Green Peppers
Tried: April 25, 2011
This was a weird one for me. This is fish combined with green peppers. I believe that the taste of the peppers overwhelmed the "fish" a lot. Even with the sauce, it wasn't one to remember.
Pig Stomach
Tried: April 25, 2011
Yes, that's pig stomach. I've once had pig intestines and that was good. This, however, was not. It takes a long time to chew and the texture leaves a lot to be desired. This is the last time I'm ever having pig stomach.
Vegetarian Noodles
Tried: April 25, 2011
These noodles have no content other than noodles and very few veggies, none of which you can see. There is no taste and you could get this at the buffet a block over, which is owned by the same Chinese man who owns the Dim Sum place. I had this later in the day, re-warmed. This was easily forgettable.
Siu Mai
Tried: April 25, 2011
We got these special orders from one of the ladies. We waited so long for these, that we knew she forgot about them. We had to send one of the waiters back to find her and the Siu Mai. Then again, it was worth every second of the wait.
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heh i preffer the patch coming out late, at least i can know how much time i can enjoy the WoW as it is before the patch comes out... Now to spam my guildies with omg 3.3 coming next week... /JK
I'm rather thankful its one month till drop. I'm still in college and playing WoW takes a lot of time away from my homework. If they decide to drop it during between mid to late December, then I'll be home and prepared.Or at least, I'll hope I'll be prepared. you are not prepared!
One month sounds good actually. Think of it getting people prepared lol. But I was actually having a discussion with a friend about this, after Thanksgiving so people will be tempted to play during the holidays."School's out, and I don't got work, so more time to play WoW."
How are ppl bored, i doubt enough ppl have taken out totgc 10/25 and are fully geared with tier 9.75. you just stuck at 10/25 totc and your bored with that. sux you cant make the next step to H mode. or have all the bonus loot that drops from there.
It gives people longer to kill Nerfarian for the Ony feat of strength, haha.
huryyyy up i cant wait any longer ...... im sad
Its almost as if Blizz has perfected their ability to keep people on the edge of their seats waiting for a solid answer. Their answers are always so vague.... They go, "Something... something... something.... TIER 9!, something something something PATCH TIME!...." So on and so fourth....Sincerely, Waiting
Its true, they can leave the game as is but obviously, they would lose a lot of playersNo they wouldnt.They have 11 million subscribers, no significant portion would leave over a few weeks delay on a patch.Except they've said before that part of the problem with huge long waits between content patches (oh wow a one-night raid! That'll surely hold us over for a month.) is that there's huge long stretches of boredom that cause people to unsubscribe until the next patch.
I have a bad feeling 10 man Ulduar drakes might become as common as the pink protodrake if they dont remove them in 3.3, ilevel 270+ gear would make it such a joke :(Of course, firefighter might STILL be hard if your guild really sucks.I don't have a pink protodrake, and lots of people still don't even have the 10 man ulduar drake. I'd say about at most 10% of all level 80s have a 310% mount, from naxx or ulduar.That's not common at all, unless you're basing common on who's hanging out in Dalaran with their mount.
Its true, they can leave the game as is but obviously, they would lose a lot of playersNo they wouldnt.They have 11 million subscribers, no significant portion would leave over a few weeks delay on a patch.Plus you'd be back on patchday, don't kid yourself ;)
Noooooo, not a month+!I will not quit WoW because the patch takes so long to finish but I am very disappointed every day when looking for a group for some hours to do daily dungeon quests to get some emblems.It's very annoying to ask for tanks and healers for several hours. I hope the new Dungeon system will fix this (tanks and healers from realmpool).The new interface changes are great. :)
Dumbest post I've read in a long time. Blizzard doesn't care if you want the patch now, you're still going to have to wait until they're ready to release it. And even when they're ready, they really aren't. They always release patches too early thinking that they're ready and then they spend the next few days/weeks hot fixing and debugging encounters.Dumbest response I've read in a long time. The patch will come out, and the patch will come with bugs ;-) Blizz can not keep players in this intermediate patch much longer, people are boring.(Sorry my poor english…)You're a fool. Blizzard doesn't care when people want their products. Hence the Soon joke. Oddly enough, the only joke about it is the fact that Blizzard didn't trademark it but the rest of it is true.People have been begging for D3 and SC2 for how long now and where is it? It's still in development 10+ years later. Don't expect them to meet their customer demands so steadily. You'll be waiting until they feel the need to release it, not when you demand it.
They put up a Preview look at 3.3 on the launcher. I think the patch is way closer than a month.
But you know every day or two were still going to get a"Lol, ne1 kno when 3.3 iz coming?"Or "OMG, dl patch infos! 3.3 r next tusday!"post.You're right, since most people probably won't have read this quote.
man i just noticed somethin"Many of the tail sweeps with knockback effects will no longer hit players' pets. ":(,its always funny to see hunters pets get knocked back by onyxias tail swipe thing
It's pretty simple: the pre-seeding of the patch started. And yet every time they started the background downloader it took four weeks or more until the patch would be released.Why should they change a release schema they stick to for years now?
its next tuesday, how many times blizzard has done this?having the patch message shown on the log in page one week b4 release?obviously, blizzard is ready for ICC 3.3.becuz ulduar is in april, toc in august, ppl just follow the past pattern and thinkng ICC comes in December, iCC 3.3 may come a week or 2 early.
How are ppl bored, i doubt enough ppl have taken out totgc 10/25 and are fully geared with tier 9.75. you just stuck at 10/25 totc and your bored with that. sux you cant make the next step to H mode. or have all the bonus loot that drops from there.Because doing the exact same thing except harder IS boring to a lot of us. I personally like to experience new content over hardmodes. That's why I level alts, which is what I'll be doing mostly from now till Soon™ comes. Experiencing old content in a new way (with a new class, and eventually a new faction) is what keeps me entertained. I'm not worried, I would much rather prefer they take their time on everything they do. GG Blizz (<not sarcasm).
LinkinGold just wondering how soon. expect WOW 3.3 , comparing with the situation of WLK, will be satisfied if he really come at late Dec. = =!
To be honest I just relaised that I am getting bored as well Yesterday My druid that hit 80 6-7 days ago alrdy got into a ToC 25 group Just by farming heroics and 1 Naxx/VoA. My other two characters alrdy killed Anub on ToGC25 4 times. The only reason I log on at all is to DO my AT dailies/ AH/ Alchemy, a raid here and there...oh and farm titanium on my Paladin the rest of the time I just sit and talk with Friends/guild/trade


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"All 14 teams will be expected to play at least one opponent from the four other power conferences, which most SEC schools already do, while playing a 6-1-1 format inside the league (six divisional games, one permanent crossover, one roaming crossover)."
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During a search of the home, Wood says deputies found a 150 plant indoor grow operation, a large amount of packaged marijuana, heroin, prescription drugs, drug paraphernalia and guns.
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Sheriff Woods says Wooten's two young children were home at the time of the arrests.
Wooten was taken to the Middleport Jail, Lovell the Washington County Jail.
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I've written EVERY DAY this month… even if it was only 100-200 words. And tonight, finally, I finished the last extra scene I wanted to add and then tied it into the ending scene of the book.
Mama C's complete at 58,578 words.
All I have left to do now is place the last few extra scenes I wrote into the correct order, and then do another read through to make sure I'm happy with everything. Hopefully I'll have time tomorrow over my lunch…and praying I won't have to work late again. I had to babysit a job this weekend so maybe I can escape a little early tomorrow so I can finish the read through.
YAY!!!! I'm so happy!!!
Mama Connagher Day 12
I've written every day this month so far, though the last few days have been smaller, around 500 each day. However, work is super super hectic right now (plus it was Middle's birthday this weekend so not a lot of writing time). I've got a major Evil Day Job deadline I'm dealing with. The kind of impossible deadline that's making me cranky and wish super hard for a winning lottery ticket if you know what I mean. So no writing over lunch this week and probably longer hours.
However, I finished one of the story-within-the-story scenes and have a good start on the next. Then I just have one resolution/fun scene that shouldn't be as hard to write. I had to figure out the plot for this story, even though it's not a "complete" story, at least enough that makes sense, so the word count has been a little meager, even though the progress overall was good.
I've done one read through of the first draft and it's pretty darned solid. I have just a few things I want to layer a bit and then I need to define the chapters and drop in the flashbacks and story-within-the-story scenes. The timing/placement is tricky but hopefully I can wrap that up this week even though I'll be putting in longer hours than usual for the Evil Day Job.
So… beta readers! If you're interested in taking a look in the next week or so, drop me a note (joelysueburkhart AT gmail DOT com). I'll do a second pass this week, give it a few days while I write the synopsis, and then I'll do a final pass with your feedback. I'd like to have Virginia off to visit with my editor by next Monday if at all possible.
The end is in sight!
Mama Connagher Day 8
The bad news: I was going to post this last night, but I wasn't feeling the best and I was too busy today.
Today (yesterday) was a take care of the wrists day. My hands kept hurting throughout the morning, so I put on my wrists splints and worked in them all day. They helped tremendously, though it did make me slower than usual. I also feel a weird thing going on with my stomach tonight.
I didn't want any coffee tonight. I know, right? I might be dying! [I'm still off my coffee, sob!]
The good news: I finished the main draft! I just have 2 more story-within-the-story scenes to figure out. Then I'll need to drag a few scenes around in Scrivener, compile, and see what kind of mess I made.
1947 words. Mama's overall word count is sitting at 52,088. By the time I add a little more on the other thread, that should be around 55K, about what I was thinking.
Snippet: this is a shorter excerpt – I've got to keep *some* secrets, laugh! It's a flashback scene with Jeb and Virginia and such a heartbreaker – though you don't get it all here. Poor Jeb!
"I still remember the first time I saw you." He didn't sit down, but kept hold of her arm, standing in the shadow of the wall. "I was in the first grade and you'd just started kindergarten. We were outside at recess the first day of school and Bobby Wagner tried to cut in front of you in the line for the tallest slide. I was surprised you got in that line. Most of the little kids were too scared of it because it was twice as tall as the others, but that's the first thing you headed for. When you pushed him back, he knocked you down. I ran toward you but before I could help, you stood up and smacked him in the mouth. You said, 'You got my dress dirty. I hate this ugly thing but it's Mama's favorite. If this stain doesn't come out, I'm going to smack you again.' And even though Bobby was three years older than you and could have beat the crap out of me, he hightailed it out of there lickity split."
"Mrs. Baker came over to ask what had happened. Why Bobby's mouth was bloody. And you said you'd hit him because he pushed me. Why'd you lie for me?"
"You burst into tears. I thought it was because you were afraid of getting in trouble, so I took the blame. Later you told me it was because you were afraid Miss Belle would think you got the dress dirty on purpose because you hated it so much."
Virginia laughed. "Yeah, I hated to wear dresses. She finally gave up and let me wear whatever I wanted after that."
"We've been best friends ever since."
Her smile slipped. She still had her arm tucked in his and it felt so natural to drop her head against his shoulder and just look up at the sky. The city lights muted most of the stars, but she could barely make out Orion's Belt. "Yeah."
"You used to tell me everything. If you were in trouble, you came to me. If you needed help with homework, we did it together. When Miss Belle upset you, you called me. If you needed a ride, an ear to listen, anything. Yet you're suddenly engaged and I had no idea until my sister told me in passing."
She turned and pressed her face against his arm. "I didn't know how to tell you."
"You didn't even tell me you were dating anyone."
He said it softly, his voice echoing with regret and pain, not recrimination, but she still winced. "We didn't date, exactly. One minute I was smacking him and the next we're engaged."
"Yeah," he blew out a deep breath. "Knowing you, I can see how that would happen." His voice became wistful and younger, like a kid asking for a bedtime story. "I can see you love him. I just didn't expect it to happen. Not like that. I thought…" He sighed again and leaned back against the wall. The movement drew her with him, shifting so she almost faced him. "What about me, Ginny?"
She pulled back to look into his face. Illuminated by the streetlight, he gave her a stricken look as if she'd just kicked a dog for no good reason. "What about you?"
He raked his hand through his hair, tumbling it down over his forehead and roughing it up as if he'd been out on a bender all night. "Yeah. What about me. I guess that says it all."
Mama Connagher Day 7
Tonight was harder, although the word count (3,776) looks good. I wrapped up the last major plot point and moved into the final major sex scene. Yeah, you know how that goes. Plus it's a punishment scene. I have to get it all right. It's vulnerable and painful and raw in many ways, so it's rough going. But I refused to go to bed until I broke the 50K mark.
So I'll finish this major scene. Then I'll have the closing image that mirrors the opening scene, probably a couple of hundred words. I already know what it should be. Then 2-3 at most story-within-the story scenes and this puppy is DONE. Those last few story-within-the-story scenes will be a little tricky though. I have THIS plot solid in my head, but I don't really have the other one figured out. It doesn't really matter, exactly. It's the reflection of character that's important, not the plot itself. But I do need to spend a little time figuring out what makes the most sense.
Then I need to go back and add some detail that came out tonight that will make those other scenes even better.
Less than 10K for sure. Probably more like 5K or so. The end is definitely in sight. It's a good thing, too because my wrists were really giving me fits today. I had to type quite a bit for work, so I'm starting to get tingles tonight. Not good. I'll have to do more stretches tomorrow and try to take it a little easier.
Hmm, what to give you for a snippet tonight? In looking back, I guess I've made a pretty critical error. You've not met the hero yet. Poor Jeb. It's all Tyrell, Ty, boo-hoo all the time, even though he died 12 years ago. There are things that Jeb has endured that will hopefully make you want to blubber like a baby. He's one of the most tender, protective men I think I've ever written, modeled after the great and totally sexy older Tom Selleck. Le sigh.
Snippet: His introduction.
Driving out to the old Connagher place took Jeb back forty years. Once upon a time, he'd been Virginia Healy's best friend and accomplice in all her scrapes. When she needed someone to help her with something risky and no doubt stupid, she'd known exactly who to call. Most everybody had expected them to get married. Including him. But he'd been dead wrong.
He'd managed to keep the friendship, though. He'd even asked Tyrell Connagher to stand up for him at his own wedding years later. Jeb and Sharon had moved to California and that should have been the end of his unrequited love affair with his best friend. They were both married. Happily. At least, he tried to be happy. Sharon wasn't Virginia, but she was a good woman. He cared deeply for her and he put all his effort and will into building a life with her far from Texas.
More than a decade passed before Jeb ever heard from Virginia again, when she'd called to tell him her husband had died. Of course he'd dropped everything right away to comfort his grieving friend. Something for which his now ex-wife had never forgiven him.
Jeb slowed his truck to a crawl. He hadn't seen Virginia since Ty's funeral. He hadn't even called to check on her all these years. He couldn't because he'd been too busy trying to save his own marriage in California. But it'd been too late. It'd always been too late. It'd only been his own stubbornness that made him try so hard to stay and do the right thing by his wife.
Now here he was nearly sixty years old and starting out all over again. No wife. No family. A rented condo. No job.
Well that wasn't exactly true. He'd owned his own veterinarian practice for years and had finally sold it in the divorce proceedings. Now he had time to do all the things he'd put off because of work or his marriage, and the only thing he could think about was an old flame who didn't even know she'd burned in his memory all these years.
As he neared the house, he saw her sitting on the porch in a rocking chair. Virginia Healy Connagher, the legend herself. The years had been kind to her. She looked as good as she had twenty years ago and more. Her dark, wavy hair was pulled back at her ears to fall loose and soft at her shoulders, emphasizing her high, angular cheekbones and the dark fire of her eyes. Sure, there was a little gray sprinkled into that hair and some creases around her eyes and mouth as she smiled a pleased welcome, but she looked damned good.
He parked, but before he got out, he reached over and popped open the dash. The small ring box was still there. In some fashion or another, he'd carried it with him for nigh on forty years.
Calling himself a sentimental fool, he slid out of the truck and walked up toward the porch, smiling back but not saying anything. Not yet. What could he say? What would she want to hear? He planted a boot on the bottom step but just leaned against the railing, sucking in her presence. Even injured and fresh out of a hospital bed, she made the air sharper, the colors brighter. She was too alive herself to let anything stagnate around her.
She started to get up, struggling with the sling. "Jebadiah Garrett, you old dog. What brings you out here?"
He strode up the last few steps and took her hand, hopefully discouraging her from trying to stand. "You."
She snorted. "You heard about a car accident all the way out in California?"
"I'm not in California any longer."
She tipped her head back, squinting against the sun to try and read his face. He kept that cheesy grin in place, too happy to see her to worry about looking like an idiot. "Well, why don't you sit down and tell me about it so I don't break my fool neck trying to look at you."
She was still letting him hold her hand, so he sat down right where he was on the top step. "I sold the practice a year ago and moved back here last month."
Her eyes narrowed. "You did? And you never bothered to stop by and let me know you were back in town?"
He reached up and took his hat off, giving him something to do with his free hand. "I had some things to work out first."
"Typical man. Act first without taking time to socialize. That's a mighty fine hat, by the way. Is it a Serratelli?"
"Sure is." He passed it up to her, although that meant she let go of his hand so she could turn the black fur felt hat around and examine it from all angles. He was ridiculously proud of that hat. It was the first thing he'd bought that was solely and wholly his. The sterling silver band had cost a mint, too. Back when he'd been married, Sharon would have had a fit that he'd spent over a thousand dollars on a hat. Let alone where the money had come from.
"It's almost too pretty to wear. You said I'm not in California. Not we."
He looked out across the front yard, not really seeing the parallel lines of trees along the driveway or the white-railed fenced pastures of horses. "No, ma'am. Sharon and I divorced almost a year ago."
"Oh, Jeb, I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It'd been over for a long time but we kept going through the motions. It was time for both of us to move on." He smiled but didn't turn back to look at her. "She's already remarried and is quite happy from what I hear."
"And you?"
He shrugged. "I'm starting over. Moving back here was the first step."
"Are you going to start a new practice?"
"I might," he hedged a little, turning back to see her face. "I've been helping Cap Winston out here and there, although he's already hired on a new young man to take over."
Virginia harrumphed beneath her breath. "Yeah, he's been out here a few times to see the stock. Not sure I trust someone so wet behind the ears."
"He's young, but he's good. I've seen him work through some pretty sticky situations."
She nodded, a little more at ease with the new vet. "Well, if you're going to be helping out, then I"ll definitely call him instead of trying to find a bigger vet out of Dallas."
The screen door banged open behind them. Catching a glimpse of pink skirts, Jeb jumped to his feet and started backing down the stairs. Virginia's mother still sometimes popped into his nightmares, not the gun-wielding Marine father he'd dreamed of someday asking for his daughter's hand.
"You're just in time for supper, Jebadiah." Miss Belle flounced over to grab his hand and tug him back on the porch. "Boys, come and help your Mama."
He'd much rather help Virginia inside than escort Miss Belle on his arm, but evidently he didn't have a choice. She might be a petite eighty-year-old grandmother but she dragged him right inside as easily as if he were a toddler and not almost two-feet taller than her. On their way out to help their Mama, her two boys paused long enough to shake Jeb's hand. He hadn't seen neither of them since the funeral, both big strapping young men though they couldn't match him for height. Both of them were successful and well-mannered, as if Virginia and Ty would have allowed them to grow up rude or shiftless. Ty must be beaming with pride at them both.
"So that's why you insisted we set an extra plate." Virginia's only daughter smiled at him. "Welcome, Mr. Garrett. If you need to wash up, come on in to the kitchen."
Sharon hadn't wanted kids. At the time, he'd regretted the decision, always hungering for the chance to be a father. But after their ugly split, he was relieved they hadn't had children in the mix, even though they would have been adults by then. He hadn't expected all of Virginia's children to be home, but knowing the family, he shouldn't have been surprised. Of course they'd all rally around her after the accident, even though Conn and Miss Belle lived in Missouri.
They all know me. I'm just an old family friend.
Which was true, but as Jeb washed his hands and prepared to sit down at the Connagher table, he had a feeling he ought to be upfront with at least Virginia's boys.
How are they going to take the idea of me courting their Mama?
Mama Connagher Day 6
Big, huge day today. Got through a tough emotional scene — one I was avoiding, stupidly, because it ended up being a really good scene. Isn't that always how it is? The one thing you really don't want to do and avoid… is exactly what you need to add? I've also got the final few scenes carefully set up and laid out. Even ground through another sex scene that wasn't a "good" one, if you know what I mean. Virginia's holding back. Big time.
But it's all downhill from here and that makes me a happy camper indeed.
In fact, I thought about staying up half the night to finish the book, but I do have to work tomorrow and it's going to be a stressful week. I've got a lot of work to do and I can't blow my hands on a 10K night and then expect to be able to program tomorrow. Sigh.
6,718 words today. Told ya it was a big one! That Man was on the phone most of night or work, so no TV distractions.
Finishing yesterday's scene:
Virginia jerked so hard she couldn't stifle a moan at the grating pain in her busted arm. "What? Are you insane?"
Ignoring her, Miss Belle continued. "It's high time Virginia start dating again. I'm sure between the three of you brilliant young ladies you know a handsome, courageous man dumb enough to come wrestle with her."
A speculative gleam shone in Vicki's eyes.
"No," Virginia said firmly. "Dating is something young people do. I've had my time."
"Now who's the fool?" Miss Belle snapped. "You've got half your life ahead of you still. It's high time you start living it."
Virginia could only stare at her mother, both moved and amused by her concern. Most people had feared her father, Colonel Healy, and yes, he'd been a tough old Marine who didn't take shit off anyone. But it only took one look from Miss Belle and that man would have taken the San Juan Hill singlehandedly or died trying. Miss Belle wore big hats and frivolous pink dresses, but when push came to shove, she was the one who ran the family with a gay laugh and her wickedly keen mind. She used to joke that God had known exactly what he was doing when he'd put her in a small female body, because if He'd made her a big strapping man, she'd have been one mean bully.
"I bet Mal will know someone," Vicki said.
Virginia groaned. "Don't get the Mistress of Dallas involved or I'll never have any peace. You know very well what kind of man that woman would try to set me up with."
Vicki laughed, a knowing chuckle that spoke volumes. "A good-looking boy willing to do anything you say for a chance to kiss your toes? What's the harm in that? Although I suspect she's involved with someone herself right now. I don't know if she's still got her finger on the pulse of Dallas's submissive male scene or not."
Rae stared at Virginia a moment with those big, startled eyes. "Oh. Oh."
"Where do you think Victor and Conn got their hard side, Rae Lynn?" Miss Belle said.
"But that doesn't mean I want some boy running around my house saying 'Yes, Mistress, how may I serve, Mistress?'" Virginia didn't try to keep the disgust from her voice. "Good lord. I've got boys older than Mal. I sure don't want her to set me up with anyone of that age."
"Cougar," Vicki said teasingly.
Virginia growled in response. "Grizzly bear is more like it, mean and nasty after getting woke up too early from hibernation."
"And hungry," her daughter replied, still teasing, but a growing understanding in her eyes that made Virginia avert her eyes.
Hungry. They have no idea. She didn't want them to know exactly how lonely she'd been. How many nights she'd paced and practiced with the whip or crop just to exhaust herself enough to find a few hours of sleep.
"What do you want in a man?" Shiloh asked.
I want Tyrell. Virginia made herself shut the mental door on what she couldn't have any longer, the fuzzy memories she'd clung to all these years. "If I were to date again, and that's a big IF, he'd have to be older, more my age. A man my age would already be mature and confident. He'd know exactly what he wanted with the rest of his life and he'd do anything to get it. The same as me. He wouldn't need coddling or teaching or patience, which I don't have patience for! A man used to hard work, who's probably already seen and done more than you children ever dreamed about. Someone who can stand up to me and tell me when I'm being a fool," she said that with a smile for Miss Belle, "and won't get his ego bruised when I tell him the same."
"Now that will be the challenge." Laughing, Miss Belle stood and started herding everyone toward the door. "Even Tyrell got his ego bruised on occasion."
"All men do."
"Let's finish up dinner so our patient can get some rest. I'll see what we can do about your man, Virginia. You've placed a tall order."
Virginia settled down deeper into the pillows, her eyes already heavy. She'd done hardly nothing but sleep at the hospital, but there wasn't anything like coming home to her own bed. Tall, she sighed, slipping into sleep. He should definitely be tall.
Mama Connagher Day 5
I've definitely crossed the two-thirds mark and rounding into the final quarter or so of the book. YAY. I've got a few emotional things to tie up, and then the final surprise for Jeb. I think I need another scene or two in the story within a story, but I'll have to figure out what I want to do there. I'm going to concentrate on pushing the main story line through to the end first.
2104 words today.
Excerpt: this scene was a fun reunion from all of the other books (except for Mal). If you've been missing Conn and/or Victor, they'll make brief appearances in Virginia's book! And of course Miss Belle has to stick her nose into her daughter's business too. This scene takes place one week after the opening scene when she's released from the hospital.
Virginia paused at the bottom of the porch steps and looked up at the front door. It might as well be ten miles away. "Whose idiotic idea was it to put in so many steps?"
"That would be yours," her oldest son, Victor, said with a smile. "You wanted to have a good view. Remember?"
"Of course I remember," she snapped. "I've got a busted up arm and some stitches, but I didn't lose my ever-loving mind. Just my spleen."
"Well you did have a concussion." He wasn't intimidated by her temper, because he had the same biting disposition. "I'm just checking to make sure."
She sighed and leaned on him harder. "I'm sorry, Son. I don't mean to bark at you like a mean old junk yard dog."
He wrapped his arm gingerly around her waist, mindful of her stitches. "I know, Mama. If you'd take the pain medication…"
"I hate feeling like my head's stuffed with cotton." She managed the first two steps and then had to pause a minute. Her head swam and her knees trembled. "Damn my fool pride. All right, Son…"
She didn't have to finish the sentence because he was already sweeping her up against his chest. Luckily he didn't say I told you so.
Vicki rushed ahead, shifting an armload of flowers around so she could open the door. "Mama, how many times do we have to tell you to lock the door? It isn't safe way out here in the country."
"I never…"
"If she'd locked the door, then I would have had to break it down."
At that voice, Virginia groaned and pressed her face against her son's shoulder. "Who called Miss Belle?"
"Nobody had to call me, silly girl. Bring her into her bedroom. We've gotten everything ready."
She might be matriarch of the Texas Connaghers, but Miss Belle ruled them all even from six hundred miles north. Trying not to grumble at people who obviously loved her, Virginia let them tuck her into bed instead of the couch. At least they propped her up with pillows so she could visit for awhile. Vicki hovered, Victor and Conn hugged and pounded each other on the back like they were trying to kill each other, while Miss Belle sat at Virginia's own dressing table like a queen. Or at least a movie star from the fifties. Which she was, among other things, not the least of which was her mother.
But Miss Belle had never liked to be called anything but Miss Belle.
She wore a gorgeous cream-colored dress covered with delicate pink roses, either a retro hourglass style or more likely, something she really had worn forty or fifty years ago. When Virginia had been a child, Miss Belle's hair had been a vibrant red, but it'd softened over the years to pinkish peaches and cream. Of course Miss Belle wore a hat—a proper lady would sooner go out without underwear—wide-brimmed straw dotted with pink and cream roses to match her dress.
Which is probably why Miss Belle had despaired of ever turning her daughter into a proper lady.
Conn finally quit hugging on his brother long enough to give his Mama a proper kiss. She didn't see him nearly as often as she wanted now that he was a professor in Missouri, but at least he was close enough to keep an eye on Miss Belle who was nearly eighty. "We would have been down sooner but Vicki assured us you were out of danger, and that you'd rather see us at home instead of the hospital."
"Definitely." She patted his cheek, pleased at the soft light in his eyes. Conn had always been her poet son, and emotion and angst sometimes hit him hard. Finding the love of his life had taken the hard edges out of his eyes. He can be hard when he needs to be, but he'll never be mean like Victor. Or me. "By us do you mean you brought Rae too?"
"I sure did, even if I had to threaten to tie her up so she didn't try to jump out of the car as we got close to the Texas line." Conn laughed and by the glint in his eye, she thought he might very well mean it. "She's in the kitchen with Shiloh."
"Thank God," Virginia muttered. "I'd rather go back to the hospital than eat Miss Belle's cooking."
"Miss Belle's cooking would put us all in the hospital," Conn joked.
"I've taught Rae Lynn everything she knows about cooking," Miss Belle sniffed and removed her hat, then her pretty lace gloves. "She just happens to execute better than I."
Conn snickered and ran his finger across his neck in the universal death gesture. Victor laughed and even Miss Belle had to smile at their antics. It was hard to believe they were both well into their thirties. Seeing them laughing and so happy made tears pool in Virginia's eyes.
Good God, I'm turning into a weepy sap. She busied herself adjusting the sling supporting her left arm, propping up the heavy cast with a pillow. She still didn't remember much about the accident, but they'd told her a drunk driver had T-boned her car on the way to the grocery store. Her arm had been pinned in the wreckage and she'd almost lost it. At least it wasn't my right arm. I can still write and I won't have to depend on grueling physical therapy to bring my strength back.
Her mind flinched away from that nugget, refusing to dwell on the reason she needed strength in her right arm. She hadn't had a reason to keep her shoulder and arm loose and strong for quite some time.
Thinking about that only brought her back to Ty and that incredible dream. It'd been so real. His scent of leather, the roughness of his palm, even the tickling of his mustache. Could she make up little details like that in a dream?
"You know that wasn't any old dream." Miss Belle said in a low voice as she sat on the edge of the bed. "He's been worried about you a long time."
Virginia concentrated on the cast, absently scratching her fingers beneath the edge. Miss Belle swore she still talked to Colonel Healy, her husband who'd been dead nigh on thirty years. She'd always thought her mother was crazy—everybody did. But now I'm talking to my dead husband too.
"He said you're always right."
Miss Belle laughed and it sounded genuine, not girly and deliberately silly like she usually did to fool people into thinking she had a few screws loose. She wanted people to think she was just a crazy old lady. Forty years ago, she'd pretended to be an airhead actress without a thought in her pretty little head. Whether she was playing poker or dabbling in politics or playing amateur sleuth, she managed to fool most people so well that they never knew what hit them while she skipped off into the sunset.
But that laugh… That was real, the rare and special Miss Belle she only shared with her beloved family.
"Tyrell always was too smart for his own good. Stubborn as a mule, slow and silent and careful until he was sure, he never backed down from a fight, which is exactly what you needed the most. He was definitely the man God must have created just for you."
Virginia had to swallow to keep the tears locked away. Before he'd died, she could have counted the number of times she'd cried as an adult on one hand. Twelve years might have passed, but his loss haunted her like a phantom limb that had been amputated. "I figured you were going to side with him."
"I am." Miss Belle patted her leg gently.
"But you just said…"
"Do you really think there was never any other man for me other than your father?"
Luckily her children had disappeared into the kitchen to help the girls with dinner. "Mother! I so do not want to hear about how many men you might have loved and left over the years. I certainly don't want to know that you cheated on Daddy too."
Miss Belle smacked her thigh, whether for slipping on her name or for the affair comment, she wasn't sure. "Who said anything about cheating? We had a one-of-a-kind love, the kind that lasts down through the years of children and grief, victory and defeat, war and sickness and eventually death. It was wonderful. But he wasn't the only man I loved. I don't believe we were put on this earth to love only once and then die. Else couples would always die together, wouldn't they? What kind of God would join two hearts and then leave one cold and alone the rest of your days without a single hug or kiss or affectionate word ever again?"
The kind of God who took Tyrell and left me alone all these years. Though Virginia didn't say it aloud.
"Besides, I've got the perfect solution."
She opened her mouth to protest, but Miss Belle was already shouting.
"Girls! I need your help!"
The three young women came running, probably terrified that Virginia had suffered a seizure or something by the volume of Miss Belle's voice.
Dark haired and fiery like all the Connaghers, Vicki was a lot like her Mama. Maybe too much. It'd taken her years to find the right man and in fact, she'd settled on two. She needed the explosive fireworks with Elias—the same as her parents—but Vicki also needed the softer, gentler side of her submissive, Jesse. There was something about that young man that made all the ice and iron in Vicki's heart melt.
Rae and Shiloh would soon be her daughters in law. Each head over heels in love with her Connagher boy, both submissive, but yet entirely different. Rae was shy and too timid for Virginia's patience. It was all she could do not to bark at the girl to buck up and put some starch in her spine. But that wide-eyed doe look appealed to Conn's protective side. There had to be more spunk to the girl than was on the surface, because she'd managed to evade Conn for over five years, definitely giving him a run for his money before surrendering the fight. And of course, Rae not only survived living with Miss Belle, but she also seemed to actually enjoy the woman's company. No small feat, because God knew Virginia would probably be ready to murder her mother before she finally went back to Missouri.
Shiloh was completely opposite from Rae: bright and cheerful and bold. Yet when the oldest Connagher son touched her—even a simple arm around her shoulders or an innocent touch of his palm in the small of her back—she went on complete and wholly dedicated alert. If Victor told her to jump off a cliff, she'd do it or die trying, even while cursing at him all the way down.
We done well with our boys. Virginia closed her eyes a moment and tried to bring up Tyrell's image in her mind as fresh and vibrant as that vision, but he was still hazy and softened by the passing of years. You'd be proud of them, Ty. You'd like these girls too.
"Girls," Miss Belle declared, "I'm charging you with a most solemn duty. You must find a man for your Mama."
Mama Connagher Day 4
Slowed by finishing a sex scene–and the KC Chiefs playoff game, sobs–I only managed 1363 words today. But I finished the major sex scene AND killed Ty. *sobs some more*
Yes, Ty was adamant that I had to write a brief scene leading up to his death. Now whether this ends up in the final version or not, I don't know. But I had to look at it for the sake of Story.
Completing the flashback excerpt:
"Are you spoken for? Promised to anyone?"
She didn't lift her head. Should she tell him about Jebadiah? But why? So she'd known him her whole life. So the whole town assumed they were a couple. The man had never kissed her. Never held her like this. Even the few times they'd been alone, nothing had happened. Which is probably why Daddy trusted the young man to escort me. She pushed the twinge of guilt away. "Why?"
"Just figuring out who I need to wrangle for the right to court you properly."
"Nobody but Daddy and I'll take care of him."
"No, you won't. That's my job."
She tipped her head back so she could see if he was just joking, but his face was solemn. "You're serious? You're going to talk to Daddy and tell him…what?"
"That I'm done with rodeos for good. That I'll do any job he wants as long as he lets me stay on. That I love you with all my heart and soul and I'll do anything to make you happy. I'll work night and day until I can provide what you want."
Her heart soared, even though it was crazy. He couldn't possibly love her already. Could he? Could she love him? Sure, she'd kissed him. She'd done more with him than she'd ever done with any man in her entire life. But… "Daddy—"
"Nope," he cut in. "I'd have to be an idiot not to know your Daddy's loaded with this fine ranch sprawling out in all directions as far as I'd care to ride. I won't take a dime of his money. You tell me what you want and I'll get it, and I won't marry you until I have it."
"I want you." It surprised her, but as soon as she said it, she knew it was the truth. No one else had the courage to step up and risk her fury—and her parents'—to find out what kind of man she wanted. And now she knew that the kind of man she wanted was standing right here.
"And? What else?" He insisted, though he tightened his arms around her. "What will make you happy? What's your dream? Not your Daddy's dream, not your pretty movie star mother's. What's yours?"
She didn't have to think about it. "I want enough land to raise and train my own show horses. A barn and corral. Enough equipment to travel properly to the shows until I make a big enough name that people will come find me instead."
"Nowhere but Texas."
"You got it." He pulled away and reached for his hat and shirt tossed in the corner, as if he were going to go out right now in the middle of the night and start looking for that land they'd make their own. But she dug her fingers into his waist hard enough he turned back and looked down into her face, eyes narrowed.
"Didn't you forget something?"
A slow smile softened the hard lines of his face. "Yes'm, I imagine I did."
One of those big, broad palms cupped the back of her head and he bent down to kiss her once more. She pressed up against him, rising up on her tiptoes to get as much of him as she could. Assured of her choice, he let his hands roam up and down her back. He molded the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, and finally, at last, he cupped her breasts in both hands. His thumbs rubbed her nipples through her shirt and the ache she'd felt watching him earlier came back a thousand fold, spreading fiery heat all through her veins.
When he lifted his head, she moaned. The knowing twinkle in his eyes made her want to punch him.
"I'd be pleased and honored to return the favor if your folks are going to be gone awhile."
As if Miss Belle had picked up on the disturbance and threat to her daughter's virginity, the sound of a car pulling up the driveway made Virginia moan louder.
With a laugh, Tyrell released her and grabbed his shirt, tugging it quickly over his head so he could fasten his jeans. "That's what I was afraid of. I might as well go speak to Colonel Healy now."
For a moment, she actually felt a sliver of dread stab through her, worried that her proud, hard father might reject her suitor. "Now?"
"No time like the present. Don't you worry none, Princess." Tyrell jammed his hat on his head and took her hand firmly in his. "I know exactly what to say. I won't let you down. I'll never let you down."
She didn't want to admit to worry. Or fear. Or that she just might burst into tears if Daddy refused them. Or if she woke up the next morning and Tyrell's rusted out truck was long gone. Instead of voicing her fears, all she said was, "Your mustache tickles."
Without pausing a step, he threw open the barn door and dragged her toward the house where her parents waited on the front steps. "Want me to shave it off?"
"Don't you dare."
Mama Connagher Day 3
I had this started last night but forgot to post before I went to bed. I was trying to finish the first major sex scene but didn't quite make it yet.
About 4600 words. I'm not entirely sure because my computer shut down on me while we were out last night so I can't remember exactly how many words Scrivener said I had. I learned something else about Jeb last night and had to go back and drop a few hints elsewhere to set it up. Plus sex scenes can really be tough to write. Hopefully I can finish it up today, but I'm braced for a smaller word count as a result. But yay, Virginia and Jeb are finally doing the deed!!
Continuing the flashback excerpt from yesterday:
God, for a man who'd only spoken to her a handful of times, he knew exactly what to say to get what he wanted. What they both wanted, evidently, because she moved further into the room, shifting so she could get a better blow across his back with her right hand. The first sharp crack made her flinch as hard as he did at the impact. Tears filled her eyes and her throat ached like he'd wrapped his fist around her neck instead of his cock. She almost dropped the crop, her fingers numb and cold.
"Don't you dare stop," he growled out. "Give me another good one. Just one more, Princess. That's all I'll need."
His head dropped back, his body arching, his hips surging forward. His hand pumped harder, his face dark and taut. She swallowed hard and brought the crop down again on his broad shoulder. He let out a gut-wrenching sound, like she'd jammed her hand down his throat and grabbed a fist-full of his belly to drag back out. Spasms shook his lean frame as he spent himself, pulse after pulse that left her trembling and aching as if she'd taken a nasty fall off her horse. And the red marks on his back. She wanted to sob at what she'd done even though he'd found pleasure in it.
His bracing arm bent, using his entire forearm and not just his hand, as if his strength had given out. He dropped his head against his arm and drew a shaking breath. "Come here, darlin'."
He didn't turn around or reach for her, which made her glad. She didn't want to see his face right now, nor him, hers. It was too much. Too intimate and personal. Instead, she buried her face against the velvet heat of his back.
"Don't cry. Please don't regret what you gave me."
She didn't realize she was crying, but he must have felt the wetness of her tears against his back. She lifted her face and impatiently wiped her eyes, but the sight of the welts she'd given him made a fresh wave of tears flood her eyes and she couldn't stifle the pitiful little cry.
"Ah, Princess." He sighed and lifted away from the wall, pressing back against her. "Let me wash up so I can hold you."
Awkward and shy like she'd never felt in her entire life, she stepped back and watched as he washed and dried his hands. At least he'd tucked himself back into his pants, though his jeans still hung loose and open about his hips, only staying up thanks to an old cracked leather belt. He'd undone the buckle and loosened it a few notches, but it held enough to keep his pants up. She couldn't help but run her eyes over the lean lines of his body, even though she didn't have to look in the mirror to know she was fire-engine red. He had the body of a man who'd worked hard his entire life. Not an ounce of fat or softness on that wiry frame, and so damned tall she'd get a crick in her neck every time she had to glare at him. He had a surprising amount of scars, too. Had he been in knife fights or something? God, what kind of man was he, really? She didn't have any idea.
He caught her looking in the mirror and let out a low laugh. "You're thinking I look like I've been in a war or two? You'd be right, as long as you're assuming the thing I battled was a rodeo."
"You got all those scars in rodeos?"
Nodding, he turned around to face her, leaning back on the sink as if he was trying to make himself less tall and possibly threatening in the enclosed space. "Sure did. Mostly bull riding, but I busted my left arm and three ribs last time I rode a bronc." He touched the torn up skin on the inside of his left forearm. "Bone poked through. It was a mess. Took months to heal and it still pains me some."
"That's why…" Her tongue quit working but he caught her meaning and smiled slightly.
"That's why I had to end up bracing my whole arm against the wall, rather than my palm. The pressure on the bone started to hurt too much for me to concentrate on the other hurt. The good hurt." He kept his gaze steady on her face. "The hurt you gave me."
A thousand questions jammed together in her brain, but she could only voice one. "Why?"
He shrugged and dropped his gaze to his palms, studying his hands like he'd never seen them before. They were broad and large, rough and torn and calloused from a lifetime of wrangling critters, fixing fence, shoveling manure, and whatever else the job required. "I don't rightly know. I just know that I've only rarely ever been able to come like that. You might not believe me given all the ladies chasing cowboys at the rodeos, but that wasn't ever for me. I couldn't enjoy it, not like a normal man. I always need some kind of pain, and to find a woman who can understand that need and help me with it…" He sighed again and fisted his hands, pushing up to his full height. Though he didn't dare look back into her face. "I can't thank you enough but you ain't for me, Princess."
She didn't understand the panic that roared through her. Instead of crying like a virgin, now she wanted to wail like a banshee at the thought of him walking away, even though she still didn't know him. Don't I, though? Don't I know him better than most women, if I was able to do for him what others couldn't? "What? Why?"
"I'm a rodeo bum," he said it hard, baldly, his teeth grinding on each word like he was chewing on rocks. "You're a Princess, the rich boss's daughter who rides a horse worth more than everything I own in this world a hundred times over. A thousand."
He laughed harshly and ran a hand through his sweaty hair. It was odd to see him without his hat. A permanent dent was worn into his dark hair from where the hat sat on his head. He'd cropped his hair short with just a little fullness on the crown on his head, barely enough to even need a comb. "So? You said Colonel Healy would put a bullet in me for laying a hand on you. What the hell is he going to do if he ever finds out what else we did?"
"That was different." Deliberately, she said it primly, which drew a snort from him. "That was when I didn't want you. If I do want you, then Daddy couldn't care less."
Tyrell stilled, his sudden intensity searing her brain to ash. "And do you want me? Now? Knowing what kind of man I am?"
Boldly, she ran her gaze over him from head to toe, taking in the narrowness of his hips and waist, the sagging jeans just barely keeping his modesty. "Hmmm," she hummed out as if deep in thought. "Maybe."
He growled and took a single step toward her before catching himself. "Maybe?"
"Maybe," she repeated. "I'll have to have another kiss or two to be sure. Maybe more."
"Then I guess you'll just have to sample me again," he drawled, his voice low and deep. It did crazy things to her insides, melting them into a puddle. "Run me through my paces. See if I have the staying power for a woman like you. I promise you that I have the endurance and the heart to last until I my breath stills forever and they put me in the ground."
She took his invitation, stepping close enough to feel the heat rising of his body like a furnace. He smelled like leather, butter soft and fine. Funny how his boots were dried and caked in muck, his belt cracked, but she'd never seen a better cared for saddle and bridle than when he rode by. She'd taken to asking him to polish her tack because no one else could get the same shine. Not even her. "A woman like me?"
"Most of the time, you're going to take what you want and pity the fool who don't get out of your way fast enough. Other times, though, you want someone to reach out and risk everything he has just to feel the softness of your skin and smell the sweetness of your hair. Even though it'll rile you up and you'll lay into him like an angry polecat. Luckily that's exactly what I want."
Holding her breath, she laid her head on his chest. His arms came around her, cocooning her in his strength and warmth. With a shudder, she let out a sigh and relaxed into his embrace, letting him hold her as he'd promised. He didn't press the advantage, sensing her need for comfort and reassurance. That he'd no more hate her for hurting him than she could hate him for needing it.
Mama Connagher Countdown Day 2
I have a title!!
The theme song is soooo damned important. I swear, sometimes I can't get anywhere with a book until I know what the theme song is. The playlist so far had included Seven Spanish Angels by Willie Nelson and Ray Charles, Before the Next Teardrop Falls by Freddie Fender, and Desperado by the Eagles. All good songs, all having something key to do with the story.
But it wasn't *quite* enough. Until I found Lady Down On Love by Alabama. Ahhh, yes. That was key. Because now I have the title.
I needed something with You, I, Me, etc. in it to coordinate with the other Connagher titles. I thought about some form of Dare Me, I Dare You, etc. because that does play a part (you'll see that in this next excerpt), but all the good twists of that idea have already been done.
Finally, I settled on Never Let You Down. I tweaked the opening scene to better reflect that line, and now I'm able to carry the theme forward. *happy sigh* I also figured Ty's static trait and how I was going to use it as a message from beyond. I knew he did *something* to signal his approval, but I had no idea what, exactly, until today. How some of this works out is just magical. I swear it's not deliberate on my part!
It's been a crazy, crazy night. My wrists and eyes are killing me and I practically skipped dinner so I could write (thank God for leftovers). I slept horribly last night because I kept writing scenes in my head, and today I used every spare moment I had to capture those ideas before they disappeared. I laid down a rough sketch for the final Act's plot too, but again, it's rough. There are many more scenes underneath that I'm still going to have to figure out.
I'm trying not to stress out too much about the structure yet, trusting in the magic and my gut to help me weave it all together. I have a bunch of flashbacks written. I have a bunch of story-within-the-story scenes written. Where they go, exactly, I have no idea. It's the flow of those separate stories that matter. I feel like I'm at the midway or even slightly behind almost two-thirds, but Virginia still hasn't done the deed with Jeb. So that's a little worrying. But again, I'm just trusting in the story. They'll take me where I need to go, and then once I finish it, I can make it all work even better. I'll see everything more clearly.
7668 words for the day and I'm honestly not ready to stop yet, even though my wrists say I should. We'll see.
Continuing the flashback scene from yesterday:
She didn't pause, couldn't hear his response if he had one, not over the thundering of her pulse. The stable door slammed behind her and she broke into a run. She wasn't even sure what she was running from. Him? All he'd done was kiss her. Safely away, she could admit that he hadn't hurt her. The misguided fool had only been trying to protect her. Then she'd beaten him with her crop. Pausing on the wraparound porch, she ducked into the shadows and watched the stable door, but he didn't attempt to follow. Panting, she leaned her back against the wall of the house and tried to gather her thoughts.
Why on earth had he kissed her? She'd barely talked to him. Sure, she'd noticed the bright blue of his eyes. She'd caught him staring at her from beneath the shadowed brim of his hat several times. They'd exchanged a few "good mornings" and pleasant smiles. She'd even tried to take a few bites out of his calm, silent demeanor but he hadn't risen to the bait. That's it. Certainly nothing like the years of polite social events she'd attended with Jebadiah. They'd danced together countless times, her hand in his, his other hand in the small of her back. But her pulse hadn't ever hammered like this, her breathing coming fast and frantic. It hadn't just been fear. The long lines of his body had been nice. Extremely nice. And his mouth. She'd dreamed about kissing and it'd never been like that. His mustache had poked her lips and tickled her nose and somehow she hadn't cared one bit.
She caught herself absently stroking her fingers over her lips while she stared back at the stable. She wanted to go back and give him a piece of her mind. Maybe he'd try to steal another kiss. But was it safe? Perhaps she ought to wait until someone was around to hear her scream. Just in case.
Fool. The last thing she wanted was to end up hurt and possibly dead. For one thing, Miss Belle would never let her lie in her grave peacefully, but would harass her daughter until she herself passed just for having the audacity to die first.
Virginia dropped her hand to the door handle but froze. Dancer. She'd left him out of his stall. That sealed it. She had to make sure her prized jumper got put away safely. Head up, refusing to look left and right like she was scared of her own shadow, she marched back to the stable and opened the door without trying to be quiet. The aisle light was off and no horse seemed to be running around looking for a treat. Keeping her steps light and soft, she walked down to Dancer's stall and found him settled back in for the night, his lead rope curled up neatly on the hook just as she would have left it if she'd been in her right mind. At least Tyrell had the good sense to care about the welfare of a horse. She'd give him that. But where had he gone? He could have gone out the back door, but that seemed a little cowardly for the man who boldly stood up to the boss's only daughter just to make sure she didn't break her neck riding her horse in the dark.
The light was on in the small lavatory at the rear of the stable, the door barely cracked. She'd never used it herself, for fear one of the hands would amble by and decide to test the door's rusted lock. Creeping closer, she tried to see if he was in there. What he might be doing. She could see a shadow moving slightly through the crack, but not much else. He was in there, but what he was doing, she couldn't say. Not without pushing the door open. She debated with herself as she drew close enough to put her hand on the door, but surely he wasn't doing anything too private if he hadn't bothered to shut and lock the door.
Then she heard a low, muffled sound. A cry, though she'd never heard a big strapping man make such a sound before. Could she have hurt him? Seriously? She'd thumped him in the head pretty hard.
Quietly, she pushed the door open further and froze.
Tyrell Connagher stood over the toilet, one hand braced on the wall as if he was using the facility. He'd taken off his shirt for some reason and the angry red welts she'd left on his back struck her to her core. Sucking in a deep breath, she opened her mouth to apologize when she finally noticed his jeans were jerked open. He ran his cock through his fist, the muscles in his forearm, biceps, and back flexing deliciously beneath the tanned planes of his lean body. She couldn't look away. Didn't want to look away. Until he spoke.
"I had to see the marks you left. Then I couldn't stop."
Trembling, she jerked her gaze up and away from her first tantalizing view of a man's private parts. She met his gaze in the cracked, streaked mirror, sure she was blushing but unable to stop herself. A knot swelled on the side of his head, but the only thing burning in his eyes was hunger. Not pain. Certainly not delirium.
"If you'll hit me again, Princess, then I'll be able to finish quicker."
He wanted her to hit him? Again?
Numbly, she glanced down at her left hand to find the crop still gripped in her white-knuckled fist. She was surprised she hadn't dropped it in her frantic retreat. She looked back at his shoulder and tried to imagine striking him again, not in anger this time, not some mindless reaction to frustration at so many things in her life that she couldn't control. But deliberately. At his request. She'd never hit another person like that. Sweat trickled down her spine, making her shiver, but her body blazed with heat. Embarrassment, yes, but something else. Something that made her transfer the crop to her right hand so she could lay a better blow on his back. If that's what she decided to do.
She checked his face in the mirror again, half convinced he had to be yanking her chain. His blue eyes were darker like the midnight sky, the skin tight across his cheeks, his lips tight. No teasing. No. Rather, he looked like he was on the verge of something that would change their lives forever.
"I dare you, Princess. Hit me again."


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The Kansas Jayhawks volleyball team season ended in 3-1 set loss to Wichita State in the second round of the NCAA tournament.
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Kansas won a close first set that went back and forth. Key blocks by Jarmoc and McNorton helped key the finishing point for the Jayhawks. Wichita State took control immediately in the second set, jumping on Kansas, 22-10. The third and fourth sets were more like the first set, when neither team held much of an advantage until the end when the visiting team grabbed control.
Kansas finished the season with their best record ever, 26-7. Wichita State improved to 24-9 on the year. The Shockers were keyed by Ashley Andrande who totaled 18 kills and a great hit % of .439.
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Currently I write in four different genres:
- Romance: A classic romance. Boy meets girl and girl gets mad at boy (or vice versa), boy and girl make up and live happily ever after. If you are not a fan of these mass market babies and like more drama filled storylines then this book is not for you. Although I do believe I write romance that are more realistic and sexy than most, I understand that not everyone enjoys the genre.
- Mainstream/Commercial Fiction: these books have some strong language, lots of drama, adult themes and sex. The mainstream novels are all about drama but also growth. These hardly ever have the romantic happily ever as the character face real life situations that do not always lead to a satisfying end. There may be some violent situations but nothing as strong as my urban fiction.
- Urban Fiction : There are lots of strong language, violence, and plenty of sex. Although the characters may do illegal things to "make it" or survive, I never glorify them or their story. In fact, there's a message in the madness.
- Young Adult/Teen Fiction: This is completely for tweens, teens and teens at heart. Also I chose not to have ANY profanity or pre-marital sex in the books because I want anyone from nine and up to enjoy a story that is all about fun and frivolity–just as it should be for children, right? (Adults: if you are unable to take yourself back in time to being a tween or teen then please do not read my books or post reviews bashing it because….you are an adult who can not remember being a tween. o_O. I wrote this for my younger cousins who were excited to read books by their cousin "the writer". It's not for adults! Duh!!)
To learn more about my releases in each genre: