Sisterhood blog hop


I was tagged for this Sisterhood blog hop by Susan Kicklighter whom I met on Twitter. I have been nominated for a couple of blog hops and kinda forgot to participate. Not sure why I decided to do this one, especially since I am a bit unwell at the moment and my brain isn’t cooperating…


The rules for this blog hop are:

  • Link your blog back to the blogger who tagged you
  • Post the Sisterhood logo in your blog post
  • Answer the 10 questions you were asked
  • Nominate up to 10 bloggers to answer 10 questions of your choosing

Below are my answers that Susan asked in her Sisterhood of the World blog post :

1. What’s your least favourite book?

I loved Pride and Prejudice and I loved the movie Emma so I thought I would give the book a go. It did not work. I could not get into that book, at all!! The endless wonderings inside Emma’s brain were too much.

Also, I had to read L’étranger (The Outsider or The Stranger in English) by Albert Camus in high school and to this day loathe that book.

2. What’s your favourite book from childhood?

I can’t remember! Maybe The B.F.G.

3. What author(s) inspired you to become a writer?

Hmm not sure how to answer that one… I write because I need to get the words out of my head, but I don’t have any real ambition to publish a real book. I mostly read crime, paranormal or romance and I write erotica.

The first thing I wrote was Spuffy fanfic. 🙂

4. How do you feel about eBooks?

I like them but I like ‘real’ books waaaaaaaaaaay more. I have a Kobo that I use when I remember. I’ve put some of Bree Guildford‘s stories on there, and some real books too (like The Benevolence Archives Vol.1 by Luther M. Siler which I read last month and loved). A real book doesn’t hurt as much when it falls on your face… 😉

5. Are you a compulsive reader or do you take your time getting through the story?

If I really like a book, I will not want to put it down. At all.

6. Which book(s) have you reread the most?

booksEvery Woman For Herself by Trisha Ashley is my favourite book. I’ve read it a bunch of times and each time I love it a little bit more. I used to get it from the library but kept looking for it in every book store. I’d emailed Trisha after reading her book Singled Out, which I’d found completely by chance while on holidays. One day she emailed me saying she’d found a copy of Every Woman For Herself (she knew it was my favourite book EVER) in her attic and was wondering if I’d want it. The answer was of course yet. ^_^

I’ve read Et si c’était vrai… a few times (I do own a copy in English, it’s called If Only It Were True). I love that book, and its sequel. I watched Just Like Heaven, the movie loosely based on the book, it was OK as a movie but too different from the book I know and love.

7. If you could live in any world depicted in a book, what would it be?

My 11yo daughter said Hogwarts. I like the Parsonage at Upvale (yes, back to Every Woman For Herself…)

8. If you could kiss any book character, who would it be?

Ooh… Umm… Mace from The Mane Event by Shelly Laurenston (but then I’d want to do more than kissing…)

9. Do you communicate with your favourite authors on Twitter?

Yes! Well, some of them…

10. If you could have dinner with four literary characters, who would you choose?

Lizzie Bennett, Lestat, Matt Scudder and Charlie Rhymer

I now nominate these lovely ladies to join me in this Sisterhood blog hop by answering the questions above on their blogs.

Bree Guildford –

Sotia Lazu –

Rachel Woe –

Drema Drudge –

Monique –

Rosalie Stanton –

Angela Caldwell –


The Problem With Girls In Math And Science

My daughter is 11 years old and started intermediate school in February. She is having a lot of maths homework every and she’s struggling. I think more with the ‘having to do homework every day’ after 2 terms of no homework (thanks year 6 teacher!) than with the actual maths part. Because I *know* she is good at maths. I can’t wait for her to go to the robotics lab at her school and hear what she gets up to!

Let’s not compartimentalise our children! KIDS are good at science and maths and technology!

Drifting Through


Last year I went to a Parent-Teacher conference with my daughter’s G.T. (Gifted and Talented) teacher. She sang my daughter’s praises. I basked in her glowing words and swelled with pride. Until she said this:

“She’s really good in math. Probably one of my best math students. Even better than the boys in the class.” – said by a real, live teacher. One that teaches kids.

Cue record screech. I immediately snapped to. I wish I could tell you that I questioned this teacher’s perceptions. I wish I could tell you that I pointed out to her that the very statement she meant as a huge compliment was in itself sexist. But I didn’t. I muttered something along the lines of “She’s always been a natural at math,” and something about “number sense.”

My daughter doesn’t think she’s good at math. She thinks it’s her worst subject.

We’ve tried…

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Sex positive parenting: the book we are going to burn

Some books are great. Some books are less great. And some books are downright scary.
No wonder there are so many screwed up people in the world if they read books like this one (or are parented by people who do). *sigh*


My wife and I are huge book lovers, the word ‘bibliophile’ definitely comes to mind.  On top of this, we are also very sex(uality) positive when it comes to parenting, both wanting our four children to grow up with a healthy understanding of sex and sexuality, theirs and in general.  Our eldest daughter is 11 now and is going through puberty; she loves reading puberty books, demolishes the damn things, then reads them two, three, four more times… and a month later will get them out from the library again.  It got to the point we ended up buying the books for her.

A few months back we were in our regular secondhand bookshop, perusing the shelves full of booky potential.  I came across a hardcover book – ‘Questions Kids Ask about Sex: Honest answers for every age’, Melissa R. Cox (ed) – and thought HEY!  THAT SOUNDS FUCKING…

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So close yet so far

It’s been a while since I posted anything writey.

I have been writing a little bit, started yet another new story (not sure where it’s going) and my friend died and I just didn’t feel like sharing anything.

But today I thought, why not!

It’s more of a teaser than anything, I have a little bit more of that one but it’s been on the back burner for a while.

The two don’t have names yet, or a back story, or much of anything, really, past this moment.

But at least they have that!

They got to her house and she unlocked the door, pushing it open and throwing her keys and handbag on the floor. Not a moment too soon, it seemed, as he slammed the door shut behind them and pressed her against the wall a second later, his mouth finding hers for another feverish kiss that left them both panting and horny.

She loved the way he tangled his tongue with hers, his hands buried in her hair holding her close. The tip of his tongue touched hers and she moaned, suddenly desperate to have his cock buried inside her.

She broke the kiss and smiled at him when he looked at her, a bit confused, before taking his hand and pulling him down the hallway to her bedroom. She walked into the dark room to the side of the bed and turned on her bedside lamp.

The warm glow cast shadows on the walls and suited her mood much better than the harsh glare of the overhead light. Besides, she had a feeling that the stark white light would have stripped away much of her confidence as well as revealed way more of herself than she was prepared to expose.

She knew she was quite a few years older than him and the dimmer light suited her just fine…

He stood there, at the foot of the bed, watching her. She hoped he wouldn’t change his mind but couldn’t decide if he looked unsure or uncomfortable so she walked slowly over to him and put her hands on his hips, looking into his eyes.

“Are you ok?” she asked, going on tippy toes and dropping a soft kiss on his lips. When he responded by sliding the tip of his tongue along hers she knew he wasn’t about to run away.

“Mmm… yeah… it’s just…” he whispered against her mouth.

“Just what?” she asked, moving her lips along his jawline to nibble on his earlobe.

“I’ve never done this before,” he answered with another whisper, his hands moving to her waist. His fingers dug into her skin a little when she nibbled a path down his throat.

“Gone home with a woman you just met?” she asked again, her tongue licking along his collarbone.

She felt him shake his head no, and pulled back to look at him, her fingers sneaking under the hem of his T-shirt to stroke the soft skin of his belly.

“Had sex,” he replied, looking at a spot behind her head.

She could feel the tension emanating from him and her fingers stopped moving against his skin as she absorbed this new information.

She took the fact that he hadn’t asked her to stop to mean he wanted to do something about that, so, with that in mind, her hands grabbed hold of the hem of his shirt and slowly lifted it up, displaying his perfect abs.

She whimpered when more of his body was revealed to her greedy eyes. His hands left her waist as he lifted his arms up above his head. She finished helping him out of his shirt and dropped it on the floor at their feet, drinking him in.

God, he was gorgeous! From his wide shoulders to his broad chest with just a light dusting of hair, just the way she liked it, to his rock hard abs…

Her eyes caught sight of his treasure trail and she felt her clit throb. She looked back up, realising he was staring at her, probably trying to gauge her reaction and she grinned, unable to resist touching him as her fingers found his belly again.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous!” she whispered, her hands running up his chest as she stepped closer to him.

He shook his head again and she felt his fingers at her waist before he was moving her top upwards. It was her turn to lift her arms so he could remove her shirt and her top joined his shirt on the floor.

He let out a breath that sounded very loud in the otherwise silent room and he smiled at her, shaking his head as his hands ghosted her sides.

“Nah, you are,” he told her a second before his hands cupped her breasts.

When his thumbs rubbed over her nipples she let out a whimper and forgot to breathe. He looked up at her with a little smirk and did it again, this time running his thumbs back and forth over her nipples.

She whimpered loudly as she felt her pussy clench and her clit start to throb and her hands found his arms, her fingers digging in to anchor her to him.

“Is that ok?” he asked, unsure if he should do it again. Her digging her fingers into his arms was a good thing, he was pretty sure of it. At least his cock seemed to think so.

Her reaction and her whimpers were having a direct effect on his cock and he couldn’t wait to see how much stronger she’d react once her bra was off.

He’d felt he needed to tell her about having never done it before they got naked, in case she changed her mind, but instead she’d taken his shirt off, which, he reckoned, was like giving him the go ahead to touch her.

She nodded and made that whimpery sound again, the one that made his cock twitch in his pants.

He moved his hands around her back and undid her bra. He peeled the straps down her arms and dropped the lacy garment on the pile of their shirts. His hands moved back to cup her breasts again and his thumbs found her hard nipples.

This time, when he rubbed her nipples back and forth, she let out a loud moan and pressed her hips to his. He heard her gasp them moan again, her hands flying to his waist as she moved her hips side to side, rubbing herself against him.

He felt his cock harden further and knew she could feel him though the layers of denim.

She moved away then and once again he expected her to ask him to leave but she simply sat on the bed and started removing her shoes.

He sat next to her and did the same. He was concentrating on undoing the laces on his second shoe when he heard a zipper being pulled down and saw her jeans fly past his head and land on the floor at his feet.

He sat up in time to see her move to the far side of the bed. She was looking at him with so much hunger in her eyes that he nearly groaned out loud.

He finished dealing with his shoes and stood up, turning around to face her. He undid the button of his jeans and was about to undo the zipper when he hesitated.

What if she freaked out, like the last girl he’d tried to have sex with? Things had been going really well the last time too, until he’d taken his pants off and the girl had seen his cock and told him in no uncertain terms he wasn’t putting that anywhere.

He sighed and closed his eyes. Maybe it was better if he just went home. He opened his eyes again and was just about to tell her he should be on his way when he realised that she was now kneeling in front of him.

She put her hands on top of his and slowly dragged his zipper down, before pushing his jeans down past his hips. He stepped out of his jeans and looked at her.

Her eyes were fixated on his crotch and something about the way she was biting her thumb caused his cock to jump in his boxers.

“Oh god,” she whispered and he felt stupid for having let the situation get to that point. He sighed again.

“I’ll go,” he said, unable to keep the disappointment from his voice. He’d really thought that this time it would be different, mostly because she wasn’t one of the immature superficial 20-something girls he generally ended up going home with.

“Are you CRAZY?” she exclaimed, snapping him out of his rejected-once-again inner ramblings.

He looked at her questioningly, surprised when she took his hands in hers and pulled him on the bed until they were both kneeling in the middle of the bed, their hands the only part of their bodies touching each other.

“I don’t want you to go.” She kissed the crook of his neck, biting it lightly and making him groan. “I want you to cum…” She tugged on his earlobe with her teeth. “Deep inside me…” She reached his mouth and ran her tongue along his bottom lip, before touching the tip of his tongue with hers.

He shuddered, groaning, and let go of her hands to cup her face, deepening the kiss and loving how she instantly pressed herself against him. She was all soft and warm and he could feel her hard nipples against his chest.

He decided to stop worrying about what she might or might not do and instead concentrate on what was happening and how it made him feel; he slid one hand down her back, the other one tangling in her hair at the back of her neck.

He felt her hands slide under the waistband of his boxers at the small of his back and deepened the kiss at the same time she placed both hands on his butt and pulled him closer.

She moaned against his mouth and dug her nails into the fleshy part of his butt when his erection pressed against her belly.

That’s when he realised that, rather than getting scared or turned off when she’d felt how… sizeable… his cock truly was, she’d seemed to become hornier and hungrier for him.

With that realisation, he left her mouth and moved down her chest until his lips encountered a nipple. He flicked it with his tongue and she whimpered so he took the nipple between his lips and sucked on it.

He hadn’t been prepared for the way she bucked her hips when he sucked on her nipple and lost the contact. He looked up at her and smiled, eager to try that nipple trick again to see how far he could take her.

He briefly wondered how loud she would get.

“How about we get in the bed properly? I have some exploring to do…”

Savannah’s night at the concert takes a (deliciously) unexpected turn

Love this a lot already! Can’t wait to find out more about Savannah & Mason and Chelsea & Max as well!

sorry-what-was-thatMy muse is too good at her job.  She always knows precisely what to say or do to cause the first spark of inspiration that quickly becomes an inferno.  As an example, when I started writing about two couples (Savannah & Mason, Chelsea & Max) I mentioned to her I wondered what their background stories were, how the couples met, that sort of thing… the next thing I knew I was starting the story of how Savannah met Mason.
It has been a long time since I shared any writing on here, so I thought I would post it here… well, the story as it is right now.


The music was beyond loud; Savannah couldn’t even hear herself think. Her darling friends, Jessica and Audrey, had disappeared leaving her on her own in the middle of an out-of-control moshpit and she needed to get out. She needed to leave…

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