Recently I decided to do a little Google search for “hot man pictures” so I could hopefully find some nice fresh eyecandy to stare at. Imagine my surprise at the results I got.

First of all was this one. Okay. I can kinda see where that would come into play with the “hot man pictures” search. But you know, I don’t play for the same team so this does NOTHING for me. Anyway, I’m sure these two hot gals need a really hot man. Don’t you?

Next up, we have this fine specimen. Can you say WTF? What about ice skating screams hot man? Nothing in my opinion. Oh sure. They’re cute and all but…I don’t get it. Maybe there’s something to that bod underneath those tights and stuff. Maybe there’s something semi-erotic about being lifted into the air over a hard sheet of ice and hoping the bastard doesn’t drop you. I don’t know.

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Since we’re on the topic . . . . sorta

Let me start by saying I do not profess to have read every danged book out there. Having said that, I can remember one and only one book where the heroine’s boobies were not real. One–how realistic is this?

Statistically, maybe it is not as prevalent as it is my my mind–but every movie I watch or music video . . . do they even have real boobs anymore? Granted, of all the people I know their are only three who I know for a fact who have a doctor provided pair.

My question to you is: does that mean that almost every freaking romance heroine is naturally endowed? Sure there are the books where the gal is a A, B or C cup, but when it is less than an D it is almost always mentioned as the heroine is self-conscious and the hero normally likes ‘em bigger but on her it’s perfect–blah, blah. But most are big, beautiful and natural.

My friends know I over think things. (I can see several gal’s nodding like crazy right now). I do, I can’t help it. So when I read, I wonder these things.

Does it make a difference? Personally I have never felt up a gal–real or otherwise. (well there was that one time in high school, but Jack Daniels and truth or dare was involved–so we won’t go there). Or is it as women readers, we just don’t care so we gloss over stuff like that? Curious minds (meaning me) are danged curious.

Or…why size matters only to a point.

I was reading another message board and there was a discussion on Dick Size. Yes, I think that deserves caps. Because Dick is our friend. That makes him a proper noun, si? SI!

Well the conversation degenerated into amply endowed women (like we can measure?) vs amply endowed men (and I’m not talking body endowed either, girls, I’m talking DOWN THERE). Finally one girls says, the best Dick she ever had was a brother with only 4 inches, cuz it hit all the right spots. Now, I thought that was kind of interesting.

Frankly I do not want a man who can split me in half. I do not want to READ about a man who can split me in half, said Samantha I Am…oops . Matter of fact, 9 times out of 10, I make it a point to not mention my hero’s Dick size, or if I do, it’s just a vague reference to “the length of him”, usually through his jeans. Beauty is, after all, in the eye of the beholder…just as I suppose pleasure is in the…er…moan of the recipient.

Damn I crack me up.

So a couple questions….in reading does it matter if the hero’s Dick size is mentioned? In real life, does your hero’s Dick size matter? And has anyone ever asked you about the size of your hoo-ha?

Frankly, I’m a girth girl myself.

KIMW is my winner from last week! She gets the signed Steph Tyler books! Comment below and next week I’ll give away some more. I dont know what but I’ll edit this post when I get home tonight and go through my books and find something good!!!! Maybe Karma Girl……yeah okay, Jen Estep’s Karma Girl (autographed) and whatever else I can come up with.

I’m DARING you to delurk.

I picked up an old favorite erotic novel to read about a week ago (inspiration, y’know), and for the first time noticed this statement at the front, before the story even began:

“In real life, always practise safe sex.”

It interested me because that’s been something that’s occasionally nagged at me when writing my own work.

I don’t write hard-core realism.  There’s always a bit of fantasy about my published stories, whether it’s werewolves or alternate worlds, or just a touch of the comedic.  So I felt somewhat justified in not having my characters practice what would, in the ‘real’ world, be considered “safe sex”.

I must also confess that it seemed a pain in the ass to me to halt the riveting momentum of a hot sex scene to have the hero/heroine pause to fumble with a condom—no matter how sensually or artistically it’s put on.
It also seemed to be that, if you’re old enough to be reading this stuff, you should be old enough to KNOW about protecting yourself—a fantasy, perhaps, but there it is.

I rather liked the idea of having this sentence at the start, before the story even began, rather than interrupting each erotic scene with a ‘reality reminder’, but I’m curious.  How does everyone else feel about this issue?

Does it distract you if the author brings up birth control, condoms, or STDs?
Would you prefer having something like this at the beginning of the book, or do you credit the reader’s judgement and feel comfortable about not mentioning such things at all?

So. I totally forgot to blog here today. I even forgot to blog at my own blog!

I’ve had a horrendous last two days. Let’s see if I can sum up.

Did you know the world is full of stupid people? Yes, you probably did. But let me tell you  a little bit about my stupid day yesterday.

Everything was going swimmingly until I got The Phone Call That Should Have Never Happened. It totally set the tone for the remainder of the day. I was ticked and with good reason. So I had to deal with that (I won’t go into it - it’s a work thing).

Then I had to leave work early to get to the post office before 5 and to get the kiddo to soccer by 6. So off to the post office I got first. I figured it would be better to pick up the package without my kiddo in tow.

I get there and there is, of course, a line. I have my little pink I Had A Delivery Slip and get in line. There’s a guy who is talking VERY LOUDLY on his cell phone in the line ahead of me. Finally, he whispers, “I’m at the post office. I gotta go.”

Dude. We already know your plans for the rest of the day. Like whispering THAT is going to make a difference??? HELLO!

So I’m standing there in holding my slip and he glances around and then looks at me with this look of terror and says, “Everyone is getting these!” And he holds his slip up for me to see and then says, “I wonder what it could be!”

Um. Okay. It’s the post office. I don’t think it’s a government conspiracy or anything.

I ignore him. He says it AGAIN. Like I didn’t hear him the first time.

“Um. Yeah. I’ve got a package to pick up,” I finally say.

Please do not engage in conversation with me anymore.

Yeah. I’m one of those folks who DOES NOT like to engage in conversation with total strangers.

I get my package, pick up the kid, feed him dinner, take him to practice, go to the mall to make a return and then I get a call from his dad. He’s working super late and the kiddo is going to spend the night with me. Which means I have to get his blanket and Sparky (yeah, security things) for bedtime. So I rush to meet the grandparents at the house and pick up the stuff. Then, since I hadn’t eaten dinner and I’m starving, we head to McDonald’s. Because I want cheap and fast and it’s 8 pm.

I get to the drive-thru and there’s this guy in a black truck in front of me. He veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery sloooooooooooooooowly pulls up to the window and croaks out, “Yeah, whaddaya got on the dollar menu?” I mean, he sounded like he smoked three packs a day. He was all gravely and stuff.

I couldn’t believe it! He actually MADE the order taker TELL HIM everything on the dollar menu when it was right in front of him. Of course, I had people tell me that maybe he didn’t know how to read. That’s possible I suppose. Then they asked what he ordered.

A double cheeseburger and a chicken sandwich.

I finally get my food and remove myself from public because…well…it was time.

The only bonus to the day? We got two toys in the Happy Meal. :bounce:

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The Inn Crowd  received FOUR STARS in the October issue of the Romantic Times Book Reviews.

WAHOO!

 I hate to brag, but when you get a great review you want to share it with the group and being this is my first ever RT review, I REALLY want to share it with everyone I know. My MIL was even impressed and she doesn’t even know what RT is!

I am not sure what I expected to come of the review, but I think it’s UBER-COOL!

Do you have some good news to share?  This seems like a GOOD NEWS TUESDAY so POP in and tell me yours!

What the hell is Labor Day for? Anyone….Bueller….Bueller? Mind you I’m not complaining. I love a three-day weekend as much as the next person! But WTF is it for?

And why do I always end up with the kids for ALL the long weekends? Seriously, Memorial Day, Labor Day…and let’s not even talk about Thanksgving (apparently my ex and his wife work for the only two companies in the world–outside of retail–that make their employees work the day after Thanksgiving. That’d be Verizon and Dr. Pepper).

And why does the movies charge 5.00 for a 1.29 bottle of water? I mean, fuck, its WATER!!!!

And why do I get excited when gas drops to 2.51 a gallon? That’s just sad…..sad…..sad!

Ok so I KNOW I’m not the only one struck by such oddities. What’s yours? I have another set of Steph Tyler Blazes (SiGNED!) to give away…..so what are some of those things that happen in your everyday life that make you go