Thursday, May 05, 2011

Cinco De Mayo

Today is Cinco De Mayo…where has 2011 flown? Where has today flown? I had countless interruptions while trying to write this entry. Soon it will be midnight and I won’t be able to post this. I feel as if I’m in a dream that it’s even 2011.




1999 and Y2K used sound so futuristic. Now I’m hearing doomsday predictions that the Rapture will occur May 21st THIS YEAR! And if this doesn’t happen, then the world will end December 31st 2012.



Of course, I heard the world was going to end in 1975, too. When that didn’t happen, the date was pushed back to sometime in the 1980s and so on…



Although I do believe in The Rapture, I’m not holding my breath that the world will end May 21st or the end of 2012. However, this provides terrific story fodder.



That said, amazing things are happening in 2011. Not just with cars that can drive themselves, but with people.



My latest release, “Inside Out” is about the freedom to be oneself. Often it’s still tough to be different, to be yourself and let the world know who you are, but much more possible now than twenty years ago.



Gay and lesbian people are gaining much more acceptance than ever before. Transgender and transsexual people, however, still face a really hard time. Someone very close to me is a transgender woman facing many of these difficulties. Yet, it was more difficult to hide her true self so she is coming out to the world.



In honor of this very special person, her new friends, and the many other people out there that face similar challenges, I wrote “Inside Out”. What is inside, our hearts and minds, is who we are. The façade on the outside is just skin.



I look forward to the day everyone is accepted and judgment is left to the Higher Power. Meanwhile, I will continue to champion gay, lesbian, and transgender people, and anyone who is different.



I hope readers will enjoy “Inside Out”, the romance and the life challenges. It’s available now at www.total-e-bound.com



Happy Cinco De Mayo!



Ashley

Friday, February 18, 2011

Pussyfooting Around

I've been pussyfooting around in more than one way. Or maybe trying to serve too many masters has caught up with me.

Of course, there's many pussy foots in my house - five cats. Bad joke, sorry. :)

Do women have mid-life crisis? Or mini nervous breakdowns? Or does plain exhaustion mimic either of those things? I've managed to keep my day job duties together pretty well and that's about it lately.

Here I am to stop pussyfooting around by telling you about "Pussyfooting Around".

Huh, you say?

I'm very honored that Ellora's Cave has re-released my short fantasy romance from the "Sex Kittens" anthology - "Pussyfooting Around". It released this week at:

http://www.ellorascave.com/



When Diamond gives her life in a selfless act, she is granted her most fervent wish—to become a human female so that she can win her beloved master’s heart. But becoming a human isn’t as easy as it looks. Pitfalls and traps lie in wait everywhere as she struggles to overcome her inner nature. If she fails this test, she will be turned back into a cat, and worse, lose Eddie’s love forever.


Notice Diamond's/Diana's tatoo on her back. Recently, my hubby asked me why so many women are getting tattoos on their back. How do I know? My guess - because they're pretty and sexy?

I understand that. What I don't understand is how women can stand to wear G-strings. They look like they'd be extremely annoying and uncomfortable. Although I'm all for beauty, I'm not for it at the expense of that much discomfort. In fact, I'm only aware that one of my friends ever wears a G-string. Maybe that's more of a younger crowd fad. Or maybe my other friends don't admit to wearing them.

Feeling my mortality lately, I've been working on my genealogy so my descendants will have it. So this G-string really seems at odds with the long dresses, long sleeves, neck-high collars, and high shoes my ancestors wore. Society has seen so many changes since my grandparents' youth a hundred years ago.

My heroine in Pussyfooting Around sees even more changes than clothing and electronics. You see, she's a cat who becomes a human. Wrap your head around that if you can. Here's an excerpt to help you try. :)

Excerpt - Pussyfooting Around

Copyright © ASHLEY LADD, 2004


All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Diamond rolled in a patch of her favorite grass, the South Florida sunshine warming her belly. Spreading her paw wide over a four-leaf clover, she grabbed it with her extra finger. A polydactyl cat, she enjoyed her special paws.

A child’s strangled screams rent the air, nearly deafening her, chilling her soul. Hideous grunts mortified her, freezing her blood. Then she smelled it. Mildew and death. The neighborhood fiend had returned, mercilessly hunting new prey.

Alarm flooding her, she crept closer to the sound, her heart in her throat. The terrified cries belonged to the child who lived next door, the one who liked to cuddle her until she almost suffocated.

She didn’t know what a cat could do to thwart a ravenous alligator, but she couldn’t stand by and let the ogre hurt the little boy.

Screeching as loudly as she could, she called for reinforcements, hoping it wasn’t already too late. As long as the child screamed, he was still alive. As long as there was life, hope remained, however slim.

Streaking across the lawn, she leaped to the top of the fence, bounded down, and stared at the horrifying scene, her fur standing on end. The lethal creature chased the child at an amazing speed. It was much more agile than a bulky leathery being had any right to be. Huge jaws opened wide, and Diamond knew the young boy had no defense against its filthy, razor-sharp teeth. The gigantic creature would swallow him whole. The child’s only chance was if someone took his place—now. The seconds of his life ticked away.

No one else was in sight, human or animal. Where was that pesty dog Napoleon when she needed him? He never missed an opportunity to make her life miserable, but at least he could help her in a dire emergency. Eddie must have put him inside.

Terror engulfed her. Praying she would be reincarnated and elevated in her next life, Diamond darted between the boy and the monster, her claws sharp and ready to shred his soulless eyes. “Fight someone who can fight back, creepazoid.” Baring her fangs, her back arched, and her ears flattened against her head.

“An appetizer before the main course,” the disgusting creature taunted her, thrashing his long tail.

“Run!” she screamed to the catatonic kid, frustrated that he couldn’t understand her. Why, oh why, couldn’t humans understand her? She understood them.

Mustering her courage, adrenaline surged through her body. She screeched to distract the monster, her reflection in its black, soulless eyes valiant. Her tail pointed skyward stiffly. Her white fur bristled on her arched back. Her normally sunny eyes glittered almost as dark as the gator’s.

Snarling, her claws fully extended, her fangs ready, she swiped the monster’s long snout as she hissed, “Leave him alone!”

Long, deep scars engraved the leathery snout. With a pained grunt, the fiend whirled around on her, its huge maw snapping. Never had she seen such an enormously horrifying mouth. The beast could almost swallow the boy whole. He’d surely ingest her in one gulp.

Gnashing teeth ripped her flesh apart, and excruciating pain flooded her. Relief cut through the agonizing pain when the child’s father ran up and pulled his son to safety and then tried to pry her from the creature’s jaws. Wanting to be brave, she tried not to cry, but to no avail. Never had she dreamed such excruciating pain could exist. Finally, blessedly, darkness descended.

* * * * *

“You did well, my precious Diamond. Your noble sacrifice saved the child.” The most beautiful honeyed voice Diamond had ever heard wrapped her in silk.

She opened one eye and peered in the direction of the intoxicating voice. Her blurry vision slowly cleared. The loveliest human she had ever seen smiled serenely at her. The angelic being seemed to be floating on white fluffy clouds. Spears of sunlight pierced her transparent, sparkling body. Raven locks curled over her shoulders to her slender waist.

Diamond’s memory returned in bits and pieces. Flashes of the young child terrified, trying to escape from a monster, stabbed her. Then she saw a huge throat cavity and rows of horrific teeth. Shuddering, she squeezed her eyes shut against the frightening images that bombarded her.

“Don’t be scared, little one. You’re safe here.”

Here?

Diamond chanced another glance at her airy surroundings and realized she, too, floated on mere wisps of air. Startled, she clawed for purchase, her paws slicing invisible air. Oxygen filled her lungs but she couldn’t exhale. Gasping, she asked the woman, “Where is here?”

“You’re in Heaven, my pet. I’m called Venus, Goddess of Love. I brought you here.” A sunny smile curved the goddess’s beautiful lips and lit her exquisite features.

“Heaven?”

Where were all the golden mice? The golden goblets of fresh milk? The raw meat cut into bite-sized chunks?

Then a much more poignant thought struck her full in the chest, making her heart ache unbearably. “I’ll never see my master Eddie again? But he’ll be distraught! What will he do without me? Who will guard his house? Who will he cuddle up to at night?”

“A truly noble soul.” Venus beamed satisfaction upon her. “Your concern is still with your master.”

Diamond wasn’t sure exactly how noble her feelings were in regards to her master, so she veiled her eyes from Venus’ discerning gaze. She’d wished nightly that she could be in his bed, in his arms in a totally different manner—that she could be a human female…

Venus scooped her up in her silky arms and played with Diamond’s extra finger. She whispered in her ear, her breath warm and ticklish, “I can read your thoughts.”

Impossible!

Diamond’s eyes widened. She curled her paw around the woman’s finger. Her whiskers twitched as her tail wrapped around her body. Never before could a human read her mind. Of course, she had never been able to converse in human before, either. This Heaven was the strangest place she’d ever seen, and that included all the moving pictures she’d watched in that little box in Eddie’s living room that transported her to faraway destinations.

Venus said, “Heaven’s beyond your dearest dreams. We’re in the reception area. But I wonder…it wasn’t your time to die. You were due several more years on Earth.”

Diamond sucked in her breath. Did that mean the goddess might send her back to her master? How wonderful.

Venus rubbed behind her ears, making her purr. “Um…can I send you back?” The beauty stared into space, her gaze cloudy.

Diamond held her breath hoping with all her soul. Please! She wanted to see Eddie so badly she ached.

After several long moments Venus looked down at her. “Would you like to return to Earth as a human?”

Diamond blinked. She’d forever hoped she could be a human female so she could love Eddie, but she hadn’t dared dream her fantasy could ever become reality. She’d have jumped into an alligator’s maw sooner if she’d known. “I would love it and be eternally grateful. But where will I live?”

“Wherever you want to live, of course. As a human, you’ll have the freedom to choose for yourself.” A soft breeze swished Venus’ full skirts about her legs.

“With Eddie?” Diamond’s heart beat a suffocating drumbeat at the idea of living with Eddie as a human female.

The goddess brushed stray wisps of dark hair away from her eyes. “That I cannot guarantee. But I can return you to his neighborhood, and then you must make your own way. Hurry and decide—I have another pressing mission awaiting my attention.”

“Yes!” Diamond leapt for joy. Any chance was better than none. She missed Eddie so very much, she could barely breathe.

“Find a way to make Eddie love you, little one. Be your sweet, gentle spirit, and he’ll see what a treasure you are. Do you still want me to change you into a human? Say the word.”

“Yes, please! I’ll use all my wiles to make Eddie fall in love with me. I’ll rub his head and curl up on his lap. I’ll lick him all over. I’ll hunt for him. My master won’t be able to resist.”

A slight frown tugged at Venus’ lips, marring her flawless face. “Word of warning, my Diamond. Once I transform you, you’ll be human on the outside and you’ll have many human traits, but your heart and soul will always be part feline. If you want to fit in and take your new rightful place, you must guard against your old nature. In time, it will get easier, but you have much to learn. The human world is a complex one.”

Diamond’s hopes crashed. “You don’t think I can adjust? But I’ve lived with humans my entire life. I know humans so well.” She had paid much more attention to humans than her siblings who had thought her obsession with her master and his kind demented.

“Yet you speak of hunting for food and you call him ‘my master’. Humans rarely hunt, especially not today’s females…”

How backwards!
“Females are born to hunt.” It was her duty to catch food for her family.

The raven-haired goddess shook her head. “Not in the human world. Human females open boxes and cans to eat, instead of gathering food. They order in food from restaurants. You have much to learn.” Venus tapped her finger against her lips and paced in front of Diamond. “Perhaps I was too hasty with my reward. Perhaps cats cannot fit into the human world. You won’t even know how to read, or write…or cook.” Venus nibbled her lip and knelt down by Diamond’s side.

No! She couldn’t change her mind now.

Alarm slamming through Diamond, she rose on her haunches to pat Venus’ cheek with a gentle paw. “You can’t promise me the moon and stars and then yank it away from me thus. I know I can learn. Please give me a chance. No one could love my master the way I do.”

“And you won’t blame me if everything isn’t perfect? If Eddie does not fall desperately, irrevocably in love with you? If you don’t find the human world as much to your liking as you dream?” Indecision flickered across Venus’ worried eyes.

Diamond held up her paw somberly. “I shall not hold anything against you, your grace. I will be grateful for a second chance at life, to merely be with my master, whether he chooses me as his true mate or not.”

Indecision flickered across Venus’ darkened eyes. “Your emotions will intensify. Your heart will swell and be capable of holding much more ache than you ever imagined.”

“I’m sure. Please make me a woman. I am anxious to see how I shall look.”

An indulgent smile lit the goddess’s face. “You won’t miss your exquisite fur?”

Diamond shook her head emphatically. “It will be easier to keep myself clean, and I won’t be as warm in the hot time of year.”

“You won’t miss your whiskers?”

“I won’t try to squeeze under beds and into tight places.” She wouldn’t need to.

“You won’t miss your agility? You won’t be able to run as fast or jump as high.”

“But I’ll be able to soar to the heights of love and acquire knowledge beyond that of any other cat since the inception of the universe.”

Venus’ lips curved upward at that, and she nodded approvingly. Then she sobered again. “You won’t have nine lives anymore.”

“Did I have nine lives when the alligator swallowed me? I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Yes, my little Diamond. You have a point.” The goddess tapped her finger against her curving lower lip. “I must make a condition of my own. I will give you six months in which to win the love of a human male. If in that time, you fail, you shall revert to your former self and live out the rest of your days as a cat. Do you agree to my terms?”

Oh, yes!

Pussyfooting Around is available at Ellora's Cave.








 

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

February Parties

February's shaping up to be a cool month with some fun parties.

First, my ds turns 29 February 8th. Last evening he asked me when his party will be. I was hoping to have it Sunday, until my friend K reminded me that Sunday's the Super Bowl. Oops! I won't be able to drag his dad away from the TV on Super Bowl Sunday. I think we'll have to have the party Friday or Saturday.

Next is the Whipped Cream Valentine's Day party February 12th and 13th. You bet I'll be there. My assigned day is the 12th. Be sure to join us there at: http://wcguest.blogspot.com/

On the 12th, I'm also attending roller derby to cheer on my boss's daughter and her team. Several people from my office will be there, so another party. :)

We all know what the 14th is. It's the big V day. Lately, when my family hears me say that, they know I mean "V" for the Visitors, my favorite show. However, this time, that's not what I mean.

ALSO on February 14th, my erotic paranormal romance story "Pussyfooting Around" releases at Ellora's Cave. What a cool day for a romance release. Am I on a roll or what?



When Diamond gives her life in a selfless act, she is granted her most fervent wish—to become a human female so that she can win her beloved master's heart. But becoming a human isn't as easy as it looks. Pitfalls and traps lie in wait everywhere as she struggles to overcome her inner nature. If she fails this test, she will be turned back into a cat, and worse, lose Eddie's love forever.


Publisher’s Note: Originally available in the Sex Kittens anthology.

An Excerpt From: PUSSYFOOTING AROUND


Copyright © ASHLEY LADD, 2004

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Diamond rolled in a patch of her favorite grass, the South Florida sunshine warming her belly. Spreading her paw wide over a four-leaf clover, she grabbed it with her extra finger. A polydactyl cat, she enjoyed her special paws.

A child’s strangled screams rent the air, nearly deafening her, chilling her soul. Hideous grunts mortified her, freezing her blood. Then she smelled it. Mildew and death. The neighborhood fiend had returned, mercilessly hunting new prey.

Alarm flooding her, she crept closer to the sound, her heart in her throat. The terrified cries belonged to the child who lived next door, the one who liked to cuddle her until she almost suffocated.

She didn’t know what a cat could do to thwart a ravenous alligator, but she couldn’t stand by and let the ogre hurt the little boy.

Screeching as loudly as she could, she called for reinforcements, hoping it wasn’t already too late. As long as the child screamed, he was still alive. As long as there was life, hope remained, however slim.

Streaking across the lawn, she leaped to the top of the fence, bounded down, and stared at the horrifying scene, her fur standing on end. The lethal creature chased the child at an amazing speed. It was much more agile than a bulky leathery being had any right to be. Huge jaws opened wide, and Diamond knew the young boy had no defense against its filthy, razor-sharp teeth. The gigantic creature would swallow him whole. The child’s only chance was if someone took his place—now. The seconds of his life ticked away.

No one else was in sight, human or animal. Where was that pesty dog Napoleon when she needed him? He never missed an opportunity to make her life miserable, but at least he could help her in a dire emergency. Eddie must have put him inside.

Terror engulfed her. Praying she would be reincarnated and elevated in her next life, Diamond darted between the boy and the monster, her claws sharp and ready to shred his soulless eyes. “Fight someone who can fight back, creepazoid.” Baring her fangs, her back arched, and her ears flattened against her head.

“An appetizer before the main course,” the disgusting creature taunted her, thrashing his long tail.

“Run!” she screamed to the catatonic kid, frustrated that he couldn’t understand her. Why, oh why, couldn’t humans understand her? She understood them.

Mustering her courage, adrenaline surged through her body. She screeched to distract the monster, her reflection in its black, soulless eyes valiant. Her tail pointed skyward stiffly. Her white fur bristled on her arched back. Her normally sunny eyes glittered almost as dark as the gator’s.

Snarling, her claws fully extended, her fangs ready, she swiped the monster’s long snout as she hissed, “Leave him alone!”

Long, deep scars engraved the leathery snout. With a pained grunt, the fiend whirled around on her, its huge maw snapping. Never had she seen such an enormously horrifying mouth. The beast could almost swallow the boy whole. He’d surely ingest her in one gulp.

Gnashing teeth ripped her flesh apart, and excruciating pain flooded her. Relief cut through the agonizing pain when the child’s father ran up and pulled his son to safety and then tried to pry her from the creature’s jaws. Wanting to be brave, she tried not to cry, but to no avail. Never had she dreamed such excruciating pain could exist. Finally, blessedly, darkness descended.


* * * * *

“You did well, my precious Diamond. Your noble sacrifice saved the child.” The most beautiful honeyed voice Diamond had ever heard wrapped her in silk.

She opened one eye and peered in the direction of the intoxicating voice. Her blurry vision slowly cleared. The loveliest human she had ever seen smiled serenely at her. The angelic being seemed to be floating on white fluffy clouds. Spears of sunlight pierced her transparent, sparkling body. Raven locks curled over her shoulders to her slender waist.

Diamond’s memory returned in bits and pieces. Flashes of the young child terrified, trying to escape from a monster, stabbed her. Then she saw a huge throat cavity and rows of horrific teeth. Shuddering, she squeezed her eyes shut against the frightening images that bombarded her.

“Don’t be scared, little one. You’re safe here.”

Here?

Diamond chanced another glance at her airy surroundings and realized she, too, floated on mere wisps of air. Startled, she clawed for purchase, her paws slicing invisible air. Oxygen filled her lungs but she couldn’t exhale. Gasping, she asked the woman, “Where is here?”

“You’re in Heaven, my pet. I’m called Venus, Goddess of Love. I brought you here.” A sunny smile curved the goddess’s beautiful lips and lit her exquisite features.

“Heaven?”

Where were all the golden mice? The golden goblets of fresh milk? The raw meat cut into bite-sized chunks?

Then a much more poignant thought struck her full in the chest, making her heart ache unbearably. “I’ll never see my master Eddie again? But he’ll be distraught! What will he do without me? Who will guard his house? Who will he cuddle up to at night?”

“A truly noble soul.” Venus beamed satisfaction upon her. “Your concern is still with your master.”

Diamond wasn’t sure exactly how noble her feelings were in regards to her master, so she veiled her eyes from Venus’ discerning gaze. She’d wished nightly that she could be in his bed, in his arms in a totally different manner—that she could be a human female…

Venus scooped her up in her silky arms and played with Diamond’s extra finger. She whispered in her ear, her breath warm and ticklish, “I can read your thoughts.”

Impossible!

Diamond’s eyes widened. She curled her paw around the woman’s finger. Her whiskers twitched as her tail wrapped around her body. Never before could a human read her mind. Of course, she had never been able to converse in human before, either. This Heaven was the strangest place she’d ever seen, and that included all the moving pictures she’d watched in that little box in Eddie’s living room that transported her to faraway destinations.

Venus said, “Heaven’s beyond your dearest dreams. We’re in the reception area. But I wonder…it wasn’t your time to die. You were due several more years on Earth.”

Diamond sucked in her breath. Did that mean the goddess might send her back to her master? How wonderful.

Venus rubbed behind her ears, making her purr. “Um…can I send you back?” The beauty stared into space, her gaze cloudy.

Diamond held her breath hoping with all her soul. Please! She wanted to see Eddie so badly she ached.

After several long moments Venus looked down at her. “Would you like to return to Earth as a human?”

Diamond blinked. She’d forever hoped she could be a human female so she could love Eddie, but she hadn’t dared dream her fantasy could ever become reality. She’d have jumped into an alligator’s maw sooner if she’d known. “I would love it and be eternally grateful. But where will I live?”

“Wherever you want to live, of course. As a human, you’ll have the freedom to choose for yourself.” A soft breeze swished Venus’ full skirts about her legs.

“With Eddie?” Diamond’s heart beat a suffocating drumbeat at the idea of living with Eddie as a human female.

The goddess brushed stray wisps of dark hair away from her eyes. “That I cannot guarantee. But I can return you to his neighborhood, and then you must make your own way. Hurry and decide—I have another pressing mission awaiting my attention.”

“Yes!” Diamond leapt for joy. Any chance was better than none. She missed Eddie so very much, she could barely breathe.

“Find a way to make Eddie love you, little one. Be your sweet, gentle spirit, and he’ll see what a treasure you are. Do you still want me to change you into a human? Say the word.”

“Yes, please! I’ll use all my wiles to make Eddie fall in love with me. I’ll rub his head and curl up on his lap. I’ll lick him all over. I’ll hunt for him. My master won’t be able to resist.”

A slight frown tugged at Venus’ lips, marring her flawless face. “Word of warning, my Diamond. Once I transform you, you’ll be human on the outside and you’ll have many human traits, but your heart and soul will always be part feline. If you want to fit in and take your new rightful place, you must guard against your old nature. In time, it will get easier, but you have much to learn. The human world is a complex one.”

Diamond’s hopes crashed. “You don’t think I can adjust? But I’ve lived with humans my entire life. I know humans so well.” She had paid much more attention to humans than her siblings who had thought her obsession with her master and his kind demented.

“Yet you speak of hunting for food and you call him ‘my master’. Humans rarely hunt, especially not today’s females…”

How backwards!

“Females are born to hunt.” It was her duty to catch food for her family.

The raven-haired goddess shook her head. “Not in the human world. Human females open boxes and cans to eat, instead of gathering food. They order in food from restaurants. You have much to learn.” Venus tapped her finger against her lips and paced in front of Diamond. “Perhaps I was too hasty with my reward. Perhaps cats cannot fit into the human world. You won’t even know how to read, or write…or cook.” Venus nibbled her lip and knelt down by Diamond’s side.

No! She couldn’t change her mind now.

Alarm slamming through Diamond, she rose on her haunches to pat Venus’ cheek with a gentle paw. “You can’t promise me the moon and stars and then yank it away from me thus. I know I can learn. Please give me a chance. No one could love my master the way I do.”

“And you won’t blame me if everything isn’t perfect? If Eddie does not fall desperately, irrevocably in love with you? If you don’t find the human world as much to your liking as you dream?” Indecision flickered across Venus’ worried eyes.

Diamond held up her paw somberly. “I shall not hold anything against you, your grace. I will be grateful for a second chance at life, to merely be with my master, whether he chooses me as his true mate or not.”

Indecision flickered across Venus’ darkened eyes. “Your emotions will intensify. Your heart will swell and be capable of holding much more ache than you ever imagined.”



“I’m sure. Please make me a woman. I am anxious to see how I shall look.”



An indulgent smile lit the goddess’s face. “You won’t miss your exquisite fur?”

Diamond shook her head emphatically. “It will be easier to keep myself clean, and I won’t be as warm in the hot time of year.”

“You won’t miss your whiskers?”

“I won’t try to squeeze under beds and into tight places.” She wouldn’t need to.

“You won’t miss your agility? You won’t be able to run as fast or jump as high.”

“But I’ll be able to soar to the heights of love and acquire knowledge beyond that of any other cat since the inception of the universe.”

Venus’ lips curved upward at that, and she nodded approvingly. Then she sobered again. “You won’t have nine lives anymore.”

“Did I have nine lives when the alligator swallowed me? I’m here, aren’t I?”

“Yes, my little Diamond. You have a point.” The goddess tapped her finger against her curving lower lip. “I must make a condition of my own. I will give you six months in which to win the love of a human male. If in that time, you fail, you shall revert to your former self and live out the rest of your days as a cat. Do you agree to my terms?”

Oh, yes!

Pussyfooting Around will be available at Ellora's Cave February 14, 2011.








Sunday, January 23, 2011

Scene of the Crime

"Scene of the Crime", my short story in Cougars & Cubs releases as a single title tomorrow.

I've been overwhelmed lately. With work, illness, and Christmas. And most of all, I've just felt overwhelmed with everything. Do you ever feel that way?

I hate it, but it happened.

November and December are not just busy, but crazy times at my day job. I usually work ten hour days and often longer. By the time I get home, my brain and body are mush. Add Christmas into that, and I'm lucky I don't speak in gibberish. Then I fell and hit my head. Shortly after that my husband had surgery. And then I got bronchitis in the middle of doing employee evaluations at work which is keeping me overtime again. I'm ready for life to get back to normal.

Thus I have to give myself a swift kick in the butt and get myself together. I should feel lucky. I'm far better off than Joan Wilder and Jack Colton in Jewel of the Nile which is on TV as I write this. They're presently hanging over a well of acid, rats eating away at their ropes as a madman tries to take over the Nile. My problems real and imagined, are nothing compared to this. If Joan Wilder can get her act together and defeat an insane dictator, I can surely overcome some overtime and illness.

The heroine in "Scene of the Crime", my newest release, feels rather overwhelmed, too. Not only is she distressed that her ex-boyfriend from many years before wants back in her life, his sexy adult son and ex-wife want her to get out of town and leave them alone. How is she supposed to excel at her new dream job with all this drama?

http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=1062


Robin didn’t know whether to be relieved or appalled that the sexy man she’d fallen into bed with wasn’t her ex-boyfriend, but his adult son.


When Robin returns to her alma mater as a professor of history, she can’t believe her ex-boyfriend is still on campus much less looking so young and buff after twenty years.

The sexy-as-hell man she’d seen on her first day back, however, isn’t her ex but his adult son. Although she wants nothing to do with either of them, they won’t leave her head or her heart alone.

Reader Advisory: This story has been previously released as part of the Cougars and Cubs anthology by Total-E-Bound

Excerpt:


Chills struck Robyn Cattrall as she stepped onto the grounds of her alma mater. Memories good and bad blindsided her for several moments. She’d done a lot of soul-searching before accepting a post here as history professor.

But the burnished autumn leaves and chill in the air made her feel alive again. They brought the promise of soon-coming winter with its wonderland of glistening snow, something she’d missed living in south Florida for the past couple of decades.

She consoled herself that as a connoisseur of history, she had learned from past mistakes and knew better than to repeat them. Just because she was back at the scene of her first heartbreak didn’t mean she was doomed to repeat it. She’d make sure she didn’t. Forty-four now, she was a lot wiser than she’d been at twenty-two.

Funny, she felt young on a campus surrounded by twenty-year-olds, especially when a horde of students burst into the sunshine and several young studs eyed her appreciatively.

She did her best not to drool over what might be her future students, and tried hard to keep a pleasantly professional smile. But when she came face to face with the ghost of her first love, Phil Williams, her jaw dropped, her eyes widened and her heart stopped. Unabashedly, she stared.

Phil…

What was he doing here?

Phil’s glance slid over her without a hint of recognition, and he passed by without a falter in his step.

She hated herself, but she turned and stared at his retreating back as the sea of people parted around her, then swallowed him. How could he not turn to look at her? How could he forget? How could he look so damned good?

She gulped and licked her lips. When someone bumped her, she jolted awake. Embarrassed, she checked her campus map and hurried to her office.

Available at: Total-E-Bound



Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Getting Back To Normal

I am so happy Christmas is over and life is getting back to normal.


I love Christmas, but it’s a very stressful, tiring time. On top of my own Christmas preparations and celebrations, I work a lot of overtime. I am yelled at by many customers. Unfortunately, this year, in addition to that, I was ill and I injured myself. Also, my lap top was riddled with viruses so I was in severe Internet withdrawal.

I’m ready for life to return to normal, even if my ‘normal’ is still busy and fast paced.

Edits and stories to be written await me. I’m working on a late Christmas gift. Tax-season won’t be quite as crazy as the Christmas season but still busy.

My fingers itch to write. My computer’s fixed and ready to be used. My daughter’s ready to whip me into shape and make me work out at the gym at least 45 minutes every evening after work. She thinks and I hope, I can write using my Alpha Smart while I walk on the treadmill and bicycle. We’ll see.

I didn't go to the gym tonight, however. I had to post my blog for Hitting The Hot Spot - Total-E-Bound's blog. And I had to watch the season premiere of "V", my favorite show.

I walked forty minutes earlier today, however, on my breaks at work. Also, I drank 10 cups of water so I've been good today.

I have a lot of other resolutions this year, too, besides exercising several times a week, eating better, and drinking more water. I will blog at least three times a week and will shoot for Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. I will be a Twitter and Facebook machine. And I will write a lot more. I swear I will.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Abracadabra - First Chapter and Book Giveaway

Friday, December 17th, I'll be the guest on the Roses of Houston blog in their Yuletide of Christmas celebration.

I'll be blogging about gifts to give readers and writers this Christmas. One of the gifts, is one I'll be giving to a lucky reader. Leave a comment for me on the Roses of Houston blog Friday the 17th to enter my contest. Tell me that you'd like to win my book and also why you like or dislike genies. Also let me know what you'd like for Christmas this year.

Below is the entire first chapter of "Abracadabra".

Don't miss my other blog from today below this one.



Abracadabra


By Ashley Ladd

Available at Total-E-Bound.



Blurb:

When Savi finds a beautiful bottle, she wishes for the man she loves to be proven innocent and released from jail.

To Savi’s shock, a genie fulfils her wish. Then all hell breaks loose...



Chapter One

Savannah ‘Savi’ Davis warmed up for her Tae Kwan Do session by doing forty jumping jacks, followed by forty push-ups, then forty squats and finally forty leg lifts. Then came the leg stretches. How she used to hate the way they seemed to tear her muscles, how they made her cringe in pain, but now that she was getting limber, she loved to stretch her legs far and wide, almost straight out like a karate master. Dreams of achieving her black belt aside, this exercise not only helped her to kick higher and harder, it helped her to stretch in incredibly hot sexual positions.

The stretching like this reminded Savi of the steamy sex she’d indulged in with her lover Mark right here in this studio. Mark who made her panties wet. Mark who made her tremble with wanton desire. Mark who made her erupt with the most dynamite orgasms of her twenty-nine years. Mark who was now incarcerated.

Although Mark wasn’t here, memories of him still made her wet. At least her panties would be wet…if she wore any. At times like this when she missed her lover with every molecule of her being, she didn’t choose to wear panties, just her white cotton slacks. If some hottie saw the shadow of her bush, the slit of her pussy, it only made her sizzle hotter. Sometimes just their hot, lustful looks made her come without Mark’s huge cock rocking in and out of her or even the aid of her own fingers.

The slightly scratchy material, in particular the inseam, rubbed against her clit and she threw back her head and moaned in delight. Her long hair caught back in a high ponytail tickled her back, especially the bare midriff where her T-shirt hiked up.

Mr. Lee, her Tae Kwon Do instructor, tossed her a warning frown and she caught several classmates sneaking furtive glances at her in the floor-to-ceiling mirror that displayed the entire studio. She didn’t care if the women’s glances held censure for the men’s held anything but. They reminded her of Mark’s sweltering stares, his burning eyes and his hot and ready response. God, she missed her Mark.

She loved the Tae Kwon Do studio, in particular because she’d met Mark here when she started her karate training. He’d been her first partner and as a second-degree black-belt, he’d given her private tutelage, sometimes even after hours at the studio as he assisted the master. This place was a storehouse of awesome memories.

A soft, dreamy smile curved her lips. Lost in her own world, she continued her stretching exercises as if on autopilot.

“The other right, Miss Davis,” Mr. Lee called out just like Mark used to, when she rolled into her neighbour’s space.

Mark… Everything reminded her of her Mark.

She shot an apologetic smile to the green belt scowling at her, then moved back into her own space. Still, she had trouble getting her mind off Mark.

Closing her eyes, she pretended Mark was beside her. The scent of musky sweat permeating the studio and infusing her uniform, and the steady, sexy beat of the workout music, all worked together to enhance her mesmerizing fantasy.

She forgot where she was as she slipped into another world, to one where she and Mark, who had been her first Tae Kwon Do master, had the studio all to themselves, where they gyrated in time to the beat of the sensual music belting through the studio. She recalled how they performed their own quasi-Tae Kwon Do routine, part karate, part animalistic dance.

She rifled back and swung her leg inside for a right crescent kick high above Mark’s head.

Mark rifled back and kicked high over her head. Of course his kick was much sharper, much higher, much more graceful.

She wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at him.

Mark pulled a mock frown and planted stern fists on his rock hard hips. “That’s not how you show respect to your master, Miss Davis.”

“No?” She tried to bite back a naughty smile, to hide her next surprise move, but the mischievous thing kept popping out around the corners of her lips. She cursed herself that she’d not yet adopted the strict discipline of a master.

“Hee yah!” She hopped on her right foot and kicked high and hard frontward with her left, perfectly aimed at her fantasy man’s broad chest, intending to throw him to the mat.

Deftly as if he’d performed karate since before he could toddle, Mark sidestepped her assault, caught her leg and held it even as she swayed precariously. “What do you call this manoeuvre?”

Savi tried to free her leg. “Getting one up on you.”

Mark pursed his lips and nodded. “Down and dirty.” With an impassioned stare, his gaze zeroed in on her crotch. “Ah, I see you aren’t wearing panties again.”

She grunted. “No, Sir. You ordered me not to wear them.”

He continued to stare at her pussy, as if he could see straight through the thin cotton material. His thick moustache twitched. “Did I give the order to put your panties on?”

“No, Sir!” And she hoped he wouldn’t. Mark never did so she knew tonight wouldn’t be any different—except if he decided to tease her back.

He trailed his fingertips down the inside of her thigh, so slowly she wanted to scream. He paused a couple of of inches from her pussy and rubbed small circles on her tingling thigh.

About to go crazy with the raging inferno stoking inside, she twisted grotesquely and lost her footing. She fell backward to the mat. Crooking her knee around his arm, she tried to pull him down with her.

But Mark merely let loose her leg and let her flop. Then he spread his feet in parade rest position and towered over her laughing.

Laughing!

Just as he began to lift his foot to imprison her and declare victory, she bridged up and leapt to her feet. Whirling around, she yelled, “Ee-ya!” and pushed him back several feet on the mat with a wicked three punch. Then she did a small bow and tossed him a mischievous smile when surprise lit his eyes. “Why so shocked? I’m learning from the master.”

He squared his muscular shoulders. “I’m not a master, yet.”

“You’re my instructor and the master of my heart, body and soul. You’ll be an official master soon. I have complete confidence.”

“Such high praise from a cameo belt who shuns wearing underwear when in uniform.” He wrestled with a smile then bounced back and forth in front of her, his fists protecting his face. “Bring it.”

Oh, she’d bring it, all right and she’d love every naughty moment. “You’re asking for it.”

“Because I want it.”

She tried to bite back an eager grin. He perspired but he hadn’t had a strenuous enough work out to be perspiring so she knew he was hot and bothered. Still, she longed to hear him spell it out. “How badly do you want it?”

He crooked his hands and beckoned her to him. “I want it bad.”

“As bad as I want it?”

“Worse.”

No one could want it worse than she wanted it. Feeling like a warrior ballerina she pivoted and cart wheeled twice over. After that she somersaulted to the opposite side of the room. She turned back to Mark and performed two flying, twirling kicks. Then she did a round off and landed square in front of him perfectly on both feet.

Mark clapped and pride gleamed in his eyes. “I give that a nine-point-five.”

Scowling, she drew her brows together and tilted her chin so that she gazed fully into his darkening eyes. “Only a nine-point-five? But that was a perfect landing.”

“But your crotch is wet.”

She glanced down at her pants, lowered herself to the floor, spread her legs wide and lifted them. “So it is.” Licking her lips, she lifted a very sultry gaze to his and held it. “I should earn extra points for that, at least an eleven-point-five.”

Smirking, he bent down and peered between her legs. “Spread your legs further. This requires further inspection.”

Rolling her eyes, she rested on her shoulders and lifted her hips off the mat. She stretched further until her thighs burned. “Can you see better now?”

“Ah, much better. I’ll award you a fifteen. A perfect score plus five bonus points for such a ravishing pussy.”

“This ravishing pussy wants to be ravished.” She quivered wantonly and lay back down on the mat. She wiggled her fingers at him. “Bring it.”

He tented his brow even as he lowered himself to the mat. “Tsk-tsk. The student orders about the master?”

She nodded and winked. “It’s my turn to rate you.”

He froze above her, one hand holding his weight on the mat. “Rate me on what?”

“Your cock, of course.” She propped herself up on an elbow and reached for his groin. She slid her hand along his thigh and stopped short of the raging bulge in his slacks.

“My cock?” He glanced down at his crotch. “Shouldn’t you be able to see it to judge it?”

“You didn’t get a good look at my naked pussy before you rated it.”

He sat back on his haunches and crossed his arms over his chest. “Uhm. Point well taken. Lift your legs.”

Quivering, she lifted her legs high. She wasn’t surprised or disappointed when he tugged off her slacks and tossed them off the mat. Or when he spread her legs wide and leant in for close inspection.

“Well?” She arched her hips higher, thrusting her pussy closer to his face. “Don’t I rate higher than a fifteen?”

He bent lower, placing his nose against her slit. “Nice perfume. Jasmine?”

“Uhm, hm. Your favourite.”

His fingertip felt like the softest rose petal when it ran over her clit. She longed to feel his tongue sweep across her pussy lips, to massage, lick and lathe her.

“I’ll need to taste.”

She squirmed and wobbled. “If you must.”

He nodded seriously. “I must.”

Do it already! She arched closer to him, yearning for his caress. She spread her legs as wide as she could without tumbling back and kicking him in the head.

He held her legs, steadying her, then he buried his face in her mound. His fiery breath ravaged her pussy and a primitive growl ripped from his chest as his tongue delved deep into her canal.

Savage spasms ripped through her and she moaned loudly. Her clit throbbed and wildfire licked her veins.

He lapped ravenously and greedily of her flowing juices.

If he didn’t stop soon, she’d erupt without him. Knowing they could be caught any moment, her blood boiled. Her pulse ricocheted in her wrist.

She tapped her finger on his head and gently pushed him away. With a mock stern glance, she asked in her most business-like voice, “Well? What score will you assign?”

Dreamy rapture and acute horniness spread over his face. Gone was the stern karate master. “One million.”

She frowned and pouted. Her shoulders aching, she eased herself fully down to the mat. “Only one million?”

Eagerness lit his eyes, and something akin to pleading. “A billion? That is the finest, most glorious pussy in the world.”

“Only in the world?” She glanced down at the juicy curls between her legs.

“In the universe.”

She pretended to think about that, then peered steadily at him. “How would you know? Have you been that up close and personal to that many pussies?”

He blinked and his lips moved without eschewing sound. “That’s an unfair feminine trap.”

Yes it was. And she loved every moment of the teasing, fair and unfair. But she was ready to get down to the serious business of fucking and loving. “Did you forget I get to judge you?” She waggled her finger at his most annoying pants. “Take those off.”

He batted his lashes prettily, teasingly. Then he bent and started pushing his pants down his sinewy legs.

She shook her head. “Not that way. Do a sexy striptease for me.”

“Now I’m an exotic dancer?”

She batted her lashes at him and put her hands together, fingertip to fingertip. “Please! It makes me really hot.”

His pointed gaze sought out her wet pussy and he licked his lips. “You’re already really hot.”

“I’ll get even hotter.”

He looked around the room and nodded. “Good, there’s a fire extinguisher here.”

She gazed at the swelling lightning rod between his legs. “There’s only one fire extinguisher I want in my pussy.”

“It had better be the only one that ever gets near your pussy. Not that it’s supposed to extinguish your fire.”

She nodded. No other man turned her head like Mark. None ever had. She barely noticed other men, and only in a completely platonic light. “Only you.”

He blew a kiss to her and changed the music into something softer, sexier still. In rhythm with the music, he rolled one shoulder then the other as he shrugged out of his black t-shirt. He twirled the shirt over his head and flung it at her.

She clapped loudly. Sticking two fingers in her mouth, she whistled. When he held his hands high over his head and flexed his arms, she almost swooned. And when he gyrated his hips and made his abs dance, she nearly burst. “Ooh, baby. You’re boiling.”

“For you, darlin’,” he drawled.

Inch by excruciating inch, he lowered his slacks. His cock tented his underwear, and pointed straight at her.

His musky scent beckoned to her and made her lose the last of her reserve. With a primitive growl of her own, she crawled over to him and helped him pull off his slacks. She flung them against the far wall and they pooled onto a fold-up chair.

Going out of her mind, unable to stop herself, she got up on her knees and nipped the stretch band of his underwear with her teeth. Feeling naughtier than ever before, she pulled his bikini underwear down with her mouth. His cock exploded out and bounced against her face. Enticing drops of cum glistened on the large head.

In a hurry now to grade his cock, she tugged the underwear off with her hands. Then she rose back up and caught a drop of his juice on the tip of her tongue. “Um, Mark-flavour. So musky.”

“Your favourite.” He thrust his cock against her lips and pushed gently.

How could she refuse? She opened her mouth wide and took the head of his penis into her mouth. She sucked on it and swirled her tongue around its pronounced ridge.

He moaned and sifted his fingers through her hair, loosening it from its tight bonds until it cascaded around them. He massaged her scalp as he pulled her face closer.

Sucking harder, she took more of his hardened length inside her mouth. She quivered when he quivered. She moaned when he moaned. She watched them in the mirror, enjoying the play of his toned muscles as he flexed.

Then he pushed her away and flat onto the mat. Having been long-time monogamous partners and knowing she’d been on the pill for several years, he drove into her with a powerful force.

Breathless, overflowing with love and lust, she lifted her hips and met him thrust for rapturous thrust. They rolled as if wrestling, from one side of the mat to the other and up against the mirror. Gasping for breath, she wound her legs about his waist and clawed at his back. Then she took the whole of his impressive length.

Her world rocked and the universe exploded in brilliant primary colours. She bent forward and pressed her lips to his. “You’re a billion, too. I love you!”

Mark said, “I’m a billion? You love me?”

“Miss Davis, please come to my office. Now,” Mr. Lee said. He towered above her, his face inscrutable.

The stern voice yanked Savi out of her daydream. Her heart skipped several beats. Her flesh crawled. Drawing back hastily, she gasped and almost choked.

Oh no!

Had she said anything embarrassing aloud? Would her classmates think her nuts? She glanced to her right at her long-time friend, Jerry, who gave her a commiserating grin.

Fearful everyone ogled her, she peeked into the mirror. Everyone stared at her with some degree of either laughter or horror.

For the first time in her life, she saw a pale Master Lee. His Adam’s apple bobbed and he averted his gaze.

Oh, God. Just how much of her fantasy had she acted out during her reverie? What had she said? She’d have to ask Jerry later, in private. If she dared.

A couple of minutes later when she was behind the closed door with Mr. Lee, she gave him an apologetic look. “I miss my fiancé and worry about him. His trial‘s tomorrow. I didn’t mean to get lost in a day dream about him, to make a fool of myself and disrupt your class.”

The thought of Mark’s impending trial, of the possibility of his being convicted and imprisoned for several more years, made her eyes sting. She tried to blink them back but a couple of slipped down her cheek. She sniffed and backhanded them.

“Perhaps this is not the place for you to be tonight. Go home. Let me know how the trial goes. Let Mark know we’re thinking about him and wish him well.”

Choking now, she nodded. “Absolutely.”

Subdued, she clasped her hands in her lap. “I’m afraid he’ll be convicted.”

Master Lee sat stalwart and tall and stared at her with emotionless eyes. “Does this mean you think he’s guilty?”

She had trouble believing the brutal charges of sexual molestation being brought against Mark. He could never do anything so dishonourable, so horrible. He could never betray her like that. His accuser’s claims, however, were adamant.

As she stood to leave, visions of the woman’s tortured face ripped at her heart. Almost as much as Mark’s.

When she opened the glass door of Mr. Lee’s office, Jerry’s face steadfast and solid, waiting for her outside Mr. Lee’s office, made her feel only a smidgen better.

She dreaded Mark’s trial. Tomorrow…

To win a pdf copy of "Abracadabra" leave a comment for me on the Roses of Houston blog Friday December 17th on my guest post at:
 
http://rosesofhouston.blogspot.com/
 
I hope to see you there.
 
Don't forget my other blog from today, Wednesday December 15th, just below.

Our Bosses READ Our Blogs

If you have ever wondered if publishers and editors read author blogs, stop. They most definitely do.

I'm not surprised. I read theirs. I read lots of blogs. Nowadays, blogs give you a lot of insight into what people think, into insider things.

Unless you want to get fired or blackballed, don't put down people on your blog (or Facebook or other social media) unless you don't care if they see it. (And yes, once I posted something a long time ago about something that's a scam and I still don't care that someone read it. They weren't my employer, publisher, friend, or anyone whom I care to associate with again.)

I spent several hours this week reading a train wreck on a blog about one of my publishers. Unfortuantely, it's not the first time I witnessed something this sad. The publisher, authors, and even readers attacked one another unmercifully. A lot of conjecture went on. A lot of hatred and cat-fighting bloodied the pages. In case you're wondering, this happened a long time ago and I just heard about it, so you won't find anything recent if you look.

I have to shake my head.

I'm not a publisher or an editor. I am a manager at my day job, however, and I manage a staff of 13. Sometimes, that's a pretty tough job. I can't imagine managing hundreds of authors, and trying to keep all happy. It's impossible to keep 13 people happy all the time.

Someone (usually at least two or three someones) feel they are ignored, downtrodden, overlooked, even abused. This is despite how far I bend over backward for each and every one of them. There's always a few that have to be on top and receive constant praise even when they aren't doing well. When they don't receive the praise, or worse, receive constructive criticism or reprimand, they become very unhappy.

My staff doesn't know all the behind the scenes things that go on with the company, with our department, and with each other. Often they don't see their own weaknesses. Too often they complain about a coworker when they're just as guilty, maybe more guilty, of an infraction. They think their shit doesn't stink.

I'm not perfect, either. Because I'm not perfect, I try to give my people slack. I try to give my boss and his bosses slack. And I extend this same courtesy to my publishers and editors.

I don't know everything that's going on behind the scenes in my day job anymore than I do with my publishers. Unless someone attacks me personally, undisputably, I'm going to stay out of firestorms. And I hope others will, too.

And if someone should wrong me? I'll speak privately to that person. At most, I might mention something quietly to my good friends, but never attack someone in a public forum.

Also, if someone had a problem years ago, please let it drop. Give them, give the company the benefit of the doubt that positive change has taken place. People change. Companies change. They grow. They learn from their mistakes.

During this season of love, of peace on Earth, goodwill to men, practice it. Slow down and enjoy what we have, and stop worrying about trivia we don't have.

The last paragraph is a note to myself as much as to anybody else.

I hope all of my friends and associates are enjoying a very Merry Christmas season or whichever other holiday you observe.

Much love and peace.

Monday, December 13, 2010

I'll Split The Proceeds 50-50...

If you haven't seen this video yet, watch, then read my comments on the subject below.



For all of you writers reading this post, please tell me how many times someone has told you they have a great idea for a book and if you write the book, they'll split the proceeds 50-50?

I wish I could say no one has ever said that to me. Unfortunately, at least three people have told me that. A variation are the people who asked me to write their biography and promised to split the royalties.

In the course of my day job, I've received several letters from donors who promise to make large donations once their first book sells. What literally scares me is when they talk about quitting their day job so they can write their bestseller and earn a million within the next year.

Honestly, it hardly ever works that way. Maybe never. I wouldn't count on that and would never bank on it unless I had enough money in the bank to cover all my bills for a very long time.

Honestly, I have more ideas for books than I have time to write. And honestly, it takes a lot of knowledge, talent, and very hard work to write a book. No one in their right mind would split royalties with someone in exchange for an idea and no other input.

Unfortunately, I've run into the would-be writer's arrogance, too. If the wanna be writer tells an agent, editor, publisher, or reader his poor oppinions about reading and other books, no one will want to work with him.

Even though this was annoying because I've met people who act so similarly, it was also hilarious. Enjoy!

Ashley

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