Awww, lookeee the widdle baby. He looks so tiny, lying down like that. I want to pick him up and cradle him against my bosom. Aww, my little bow-legged man… you break my heart when you play dead like that. Here’s a pic of the yummy bite-sized blond looking studly.

[Images totally ganked from jensenacklesfans.com]

When I was younger, a friend and I spent hours developing romance stories and role-playing them. In fact, some of my earlier plot lines came from these. It was an all-encompassing pastime. We’d both started out as avid romance readers, going from 3-4 Harlequin titles per week to Victoria Holt, Kathleen Woodiwiss, Laura Kinsale, etc. We passed notes back and forth during class, developing our characters, suggesting ideas, figuring out what scene we’d act out that day after school. I got to play the hero role most of the time, and found I really liked exploring that alpha male personality and what would make him tick.

Since these storylines could go on for weeks, it wasn’t about the plot – it was about the adventure of falling in love in the midst of all sorts of ups and downs. Being adolescents, we came up with the usual life-and-death and melodramatic jealousy situations (along with some song-and-dance routines – thank God, Goddess and every deity in between, it pre-dated video cam). But the point is, we explored the characters in a hundred different ways. It was like getting the chance to live with them, which as avid romance readers ourselves, we would have loved to do with our favorite heroes and heroines.

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A friend of mine is convinced that John Legend’s song, Save Room For My Love, is about anal sex. I told him that’s totally redic. But I was looking at the lyrics this morning and thought, “Huh. Maybe.” What do you guys think? The suspect lyrics is in bold.

Say that you’ll stay a little
Don’t say bye bye tonight
Say you’ll be mine
just a little bit of love is worth a moment of your time

knocking on your door just a little
so cold outside tonight
let’s get a fire burning
oh I know, I keep it burning right

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My boyfriend is awesome. He’s gorgeous, considerate, understands my obsession with chocolate, and most of all, he’s funny. Here are a few examples of the conversations we have.

On my debilitating writer’s block

Hot French Canadian Boyfriend: Cherie, did you hear? The Writer’s Strike is over. You can go back to writing now.

[Palm to forehead]

On what to do at the beach

Me: We could totally have a picnic at the beach. We’ll have chicken, a nice bottle of wine, some cheese and bread, maybe strawberries…
Hot French Canadian Boyfriend: And some sex…
Me: Eww, I don’t want sand in my vagine. (pronounced “vah-geen”)
Hot French Canadian Boyfriend: You mean vagin. (pronounced “vah-gin”)
Me: That’s not as funny as vagine. You can just add an “e” at the end and it’d be funny.
Hot French Canadian Boyfriend: Totally. But that’s not how it is.
Me: The French suck.
Hot French Canadian Boyfriend: I’m Canadian.
Me: Whatever. I don’t want anyone seeing my vagine, anyway.
[beat]
Hot French Canadian Boyfriend: So are we still gonna go to the beach?

On cute nicknames

Me: You could totally call me a cute nickname in French, you know, like… I don’t know… mon petit ange.
HFCB: Wow, that’s totally gay. I call you “cherie” and “mon amour,” don’t I?
Me: Yeah, but… that’s so fromage.
HFCB: Well, you’re little. How about “ma petite”?
Me: Fuck off.
HFCB: (as I’m walking away) Wait, what did I say?

ETA: Did I mention that he doesn’t whine when I drag him to the cheap-o, smelly theaters where they play indy films and that he seems to actually like them?

“Hey, HFCB, tu veux observer ‘Le Scaphandre et le papillon’?”

“Mais oui, cherie.”

He’s so awesome.

(Yeah, see what I did there?)

Hey kids, hop on over to the Erotic Muses blog and check out Bonnie Dee’s serialization of a novella, Liberating Lucius, which I believe was previously published by the now defunct Venus Press. Here’s the information:

Today I’m going to begin serial installments of a novella.
Liberating Lucius was once available at a publisher, but I’m now giving it away as a free read. I’ll post a piece each Friday until the tale is complete, and then put a PDF up at my site for free download. This will give new readers an idea of my style and old readers a freebie to enjoy. Plus, let’s face it, a serial story gives me weeks and weeks where I don’t have to think of something to blog about! There may be an occasional interruption to the story if I have a new book to promote, but I’ll try to keep that to a minimum.

I swear I didn’t steal the serial story idea from Bam’s blog. I’ve planned to do this for a long time. Check out Eventide, Darragha Foster’s story at Bam’s The Serial, now.

If you’ve read Liberating Lucius in the past, you’ll find some changes in the story, more cosmetic than plot-based. I edited to bring it closer to my current style of writing.

“Helena, a Thracian noblewoman, has been stolen from her home and sold as a slave. She is determined to hate her new master and escape at the first opportunity. She certainly doesn’t expect to be physically attracted to the young Roman who possesses her or to connect with him on a deeper level.

Tribune Lucius Calpurnius is taken aback when he’s presented with a beautiful woman as a gift from a friend, yet he can hardly release her into a camp full of soldiers. He intends to keep her as a servant and return her to her home when he is able. But it gets more difficult every day to keep away from the woman he desires, first with his body and later with his heart.

As they become lovers and slowly forge a bond, the outside world threatens to tear them from one another. Can Helena rise above her slavery to save herself and the man she has come to love?”

Hey, I think I reviewed this book once.