Saturday, June 16, 2012

Good night and thank you...Prize awaits

I'm giving away and arc copy to one of my stories...the winner gets her pick...

Thanks you so much for having me and my fellow Rebels...YOU WILL WANT MORE

Thank You, all for a great day!!!!

Thank You all, for a wonderful day!
If you liked what you saw in my posts, please check out my books and stories at my website.
 I look forward to hearing what you think of them. Thanks to my fellow Rebels for all the great posts. I enjoyed reading them.
Have a nice night!
Heidi Lynn Anderson

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Video Vampre for her Birthday available now

My first effort at a video....and it's still one of my favorite stories enjoy

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Get Serious

Thanks Goddess Fish!

Wow, it's been fun being here with Rebel Ink!

Loved the comments and reading through the posts of fellow writers.

As always, I'd like to thank you for joining me today.

Again, I'm the snarky muse of the triad. Michael Mandrake, Rawiya, and BLMorticia.

All the creations of Sharita Lira!

Please check out the links if interested in all the muses and I hope to see you all soon!

Have a great night and happy Father's Day to all the pops!

Author Sharita Lira: The Triad, otherwise known as the characters in the head of Sharita Lira are three separate muses that are the driving force behind her small amount of success. Misses Lira sees her own life as one that is very ordinary, so instead of presenting herself out to the world, she created three personalities that continue to haunt her all hours of the night to get several WIP’s done at the speed of light, and push her to the brink of sheer exhaustion, but she loves it and that’s the reason she hasn’t told them to get the hell out her head.

Michael Mandrake, BLMorticia, and Rawiya collectively have written over 30 stories published in e-book and or print through 7 different publishers. Right now as it stands, Mrs. Lira and the muses have 6 sole author books with much more to come in 2012 and beyond.

She is a happily married mother of two that writes m/m, m/f, ménage, paranormals, contemporaries, and for fun some fan fiction. She is a proud member of the Erotica Readers & Writers Association, as well as an advocate for rights of LGBT citizens, and a big fan of 80′s and heavy metal music. She’s also a contributor to the heavy metal ezine

For more information, please visit as well as her Facebook fanpage, The Literary Triad.

The Literary Triad -!

Michael Mandrake –

Meet Me - I'm Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

I've told you about my books from Rebel Ink Press and shared some excerpts.  Now I thought I'd share a little about me.  I could just post my official bio but I won't because you can find it many places.

I'm from the old river city of St. Joseph, Missouri about fifty miles north of Kansas City in the northwest corner of the Show-Me State.  Some of my ancestors settled there as early as 1850 and others came from Europe much later.  I was born there at the old St. Joseph's Hospital nicknamed "Sisters" and grew up in the neighborhood just outside.  In those years a lot of my relatives - my two sets of grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins - lived within blocks of our house.   Here's a look at the local skyline there and a picture of Sisters - then and the lot where it once stood - now.

Now I live in the far southwest corner of the state, in a small town called Neosho.  I like to say I live in what passes for suburbs in a small town, in a subdivision built upon the bones of an old fruit farm.  That fruit farm just happens to figure promiently in one of my Rebel Ink Press titles (In Love's Own Time) as well.
Neosho - Spring Street downtown
Here's home sweet home and a couple of views - my kitchen with my cousin Tom Puett and me in the way, my dining area with a special heirloom table and my office...

Oh and here's my humble home:

And here's a picture of my family with some friends - can you tell who's who?

And here's a couple vintage pics - a blast from the past:

Unedited Excerpt, Assumed Calling, Book Five Identity Series, Lila Munro

“You know, young man, if you kept better tabs on your charge, you wouldn’t have to be told where she was or go looking for her.” Allen started to slam the door only to be stopped by one of Linn’s hands snaking around the edge of it, staying it.
Nicki could see Allen could have overpowered him and had his way. The cords of his neck bulged and his forearm rippled with power. So why didn’t he? Why didn’t he just slam the damn thing on Linn’s hand? The hand that had hurt her more than once and not in a good way.
“What I do with my charge is none of your damn business,” Linn argued, managing to peek around the door. “Nicki, let’s go.”
“The minute you brought her into my house, you made it my business.” Allen turned his head, a look Nicki couldn’t quite place swirling in his eyes. “You don’t want to go with him, do you, doll?”
All she managed was a rapid shaking of her head, her stomach now flipping over again and again at the thought of spending one more night with Linn.
“There’s your answer. She no longer wants to be with you. Now go before I have you tossed out.”
“She drove. How am I supposed to get back to the hotel?” Typical Linn. Self-absorbed and worried about himself only. It was clear Nicki’s absence in his life would hold no bearing whatsoever. She was, as she’d always known, just a toy for him.
“You walk to the end of the drive, turn left, and keep walking.” With that, Allen ended further discussion on the matter by forcing the door back on him. Just before it made contact with the frame, Linn jerked his hand away, saving it from being squashed.
A man, a real-life, flesh and blood man, had stood up for her.  A man that had known her all of a few hours respected her enough to stand up for her.
“Come here,” Allen said, retaking his place on the edge of the bed and patting his lap.
Without hesitation, Nicki moved like a lightning bolt and was nestled in his arms before she realized she was there.



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Eden Glenn Saying Thank you for a Wonderful Party

Thank you Goddess Fish for a wonderful fun day. I've enjoyed visiting with old friends, making new friends. It's been fun.

What is ahead and after the next for Eden Glenn you ask?  I'm working on edits for a full length novel that I've called "Dragon's Mark" as a working title.  I haven't found just the right title yet.  There is always a method to my madness. LOL.  There are other shorts knocking at my mind.

This has inspired some thought.  A beautiful art piece.
And this perhaps another story.

Kiernan and Isobeau will be in the novel, working title "Dragon's Soul" it is a Work in Progress

Oh and this picture. Doesn't she speak to you?

I hope I will always have a story to tell that is interesting, makes you laugh, think or feel that warm tingly feeling.  LOL.  

Good Night and Thank you!

The weather today turned out to be beautiful.  It wasn't as warm as they said it was going to be, so I enjoyed a nice breeze as I posted with you.  It was wonderful sharing my stories with you and talking with each of you.  I hope you will find my stories to be engaging and exciting to read.

My books are available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Bookstrand and All Romance ebooks. I look forward to your feedback on my stories.

You can always check out my webpage at for my blog and the latest information on my books as well as discussions with other authors and contests. 

I really appreciate all the comments and discussions about my stories.  I write for you.  :)

Good Night! 
Melissa Keir

My First Full Length Hetero Coming Soon!

Yes you saw that title right, a hetero story coming from a gal whole loves to write m/m pieces but hey I am a woman and I do love some hot and smexy m/f action. Who doesn't? Well, in this next one, my fun and fearless female Vanessa is a cop who has needs and looks to satisfy them by finding a man on the net.

Have you looked to the world wide web for love? Well Vanessa is and when she finds the potential man of her dreams, can she let go of her inhibitions?

Officer Vanessa Daniels is fast approaching her 35th birthday which also happens to be on Valentine's day. She seeks a specific kind of man to be her lover and likes being the one in the driver's seat.

Jayson Freed is a bartender by day and a writer by night. He's looking to find the right woman to help fulfill some of his inner most fantasies. The two meet on an internet dating site and immediately start talking. Will the connection work? Will Jayson turn out to be just what this hard nose girl needs?

Shuddering at the thought, I opened one of the new messages from the site. Immediately, my eyes bulged looking at the picture on my screen. This man looked too gorgeous for words; his height around six feet as I wanted with brown eyes and gorgeous brown hair. I know how people put old pictures or photos that might not be them in their profiles but for some reason, even through my skepticism it intrigued me. I decided to find out more and peruse his page: single white male, looking for attractive woman with a wide variety of interests including sports, reading, traveling, etc. All things I’d be interested in as well. Just that made me want to talk with him but unfortunately he wasn’t online right now to connect. That didn’t stop me however from messaging “Booklover” to find out more. I sent him a quick note saying how interested I’d be in talking with him when he got a chance.
Lawgirl: Hello, Booklover. I’d really like to talk with you. Maybe next time we’re online you’d like to chat.
When I hit send, I wondered if I sounded too desperate or eager. Funny I’d think that. I believed people who joined these sites weren’t necessarily desperate but eager to find someone new. In my mind, we were searching for someone to cure loneliness. Could Booklover be the one?
Soon as I sent it, I started perusing through some of the other matches the computer felt suitable. None of these were of any interest to me like “Booklovers” profile so I deleted them all and surfed the net instead. Maybe, just maybe, he’d write back while I wasted time on here. I could call Sharon in the meantime but I wasn’t up for long conversation with her right now. Tomorrow maybe after I’d had some sleep.
A few clicks in and I heard the notification bell that I had a new message. When I noticed the response from Booklover, my lips curled into a smile. Anticipation high along with knots in my stomach, I opened the note which read:
Booklover: Hiya Lawgirl. I’d love to talk with you. If you have some time now we can. If not, message me and let me know of a good time for you.  
Now was a good time as ever especially since I really wanted to talk with him. I could barely hold in my excitement, knowing I’d be chatting with someone that peaked my interest.
I responded: How about now? Meet me in the room called Chatters Paradise.
I thought it best to do the initial niceties and saying hi first before we moved to a private room would be best. Thankfully I could spot a creep from a mile away so hopefully Booklover would be someone I really wanted to talk with.
I clicked in and saw his name in the list. While grinning from ear to ear, I typed my hello in response to his and gawked at his picture some more. Lordy, the man possessed such good looks.
Was it really him? Too bad I couldn’t ask him about it.
Booklover: I’m glad that you wanted to talk with me tonight. I just got home from running errands. I see you’re a big fan of music and sports?
Lawgirl: Yep, love the White Sox and Bears. Love all kinds of music though. I recently caught a few metal shows.
Booklover: Cool. I love going to concerts or places to hear live music. Do you attend Sox games a lot? By the way, I’m a Cubs fan. Twenty Five years and counting.
Lawgirl: LOL Its okay, since you’re cute I’ll let you slide with that. Yeah, I go to quite a bit of games. One of the guys at the station is a season ticket holder and I like to buy the tickets he doesn’t want.
Booklover: Ah, cool. Maybe we can catch a Cubs/Sox game at some point, hmm? They both suck ass this year so there won’t be any bragging rights.
Lawgirl: *giggles* Yep, that’s very true. Well, should I chide you now or later at how I can recall my teams championship. LOL
Booklover: *laughs* Very funny.
What a great sport. The more I talked with him about the topics, our neighborhoods, and what else we liked to do I wanted to know everything about him. Within about fifteen minutes I got such a good vibe from him I suggested we could go and chat in the private room. He joked how he never cybered on the first virtual date which made me laugh. Too bad he didn’t. My hunger for sex has caused me to go through a week’s worth of batteries for the vibrator.  
Might be time for a new toy.


I wanted to thank my friends who popped in to say hi. You are the best!
Heidi Lynn Anderson

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Sneak Peek of my latest WIP

I've been sharing with you my latest release today, Protecting His Wolfe.  However, I already have a series that is out and two books strong.  The Wilder Sisters is a series about five daughters who face challenges in their lives as they must come back to the small town that they all left when their father is ill.  The first book in the series appears in the Love, Again anthology.  The story is Forever Love and tells the tale of Syndie Wilder, the oldest of the five girls, who left Amherst, Ohio when her heart was broken but comes back to take care of her father. She reconnects with that boy who broke her heart.  Can they find a second chance at love?

The second book in the Wilder Sisters series is called Beach Desires. It tells the story of Stacey Wilder who has hidden her desires out of fear.  Small town, Amherst, wasn't ready for a girl who had feelings for other women so she left town, but now she too has to come back to Amherst and face her fears.  But not before she escapes to the beach for some thinking time and meets a woman who will make her rethink her life's plans.

Finally, I am working on the third book in the Wilder Sisters series. This tells the tale of another sister who is married and expecting her first child.  She and her husband come home for Christmas only to face a devistating problem.  Can their love survive or will it take a miracle?

Here is an excerpt from that work in progress.  It is unedited.

The evening sky was dark with snow clouds as the weather took a turn for the worse. My husband, Mark, was driving our Tracker in the worsening weather as we headed south on Interstate twenty-three towards the Ohio border.

Mark and I had been having the same discussion for weeks.  It was Christmas and we both were looking forward to celebrating the holiday together. Chirstmas always held a special meaning for us. It was our anniversary, our speical time together. 

Last year we celebrated at home with a delicious dinner followed quiet evening of watching old holiday movies.  We both loved the classics like “Miracle on 34th Street” and “It’s a Wonderful Life”. Now that we were joyously awaiting the birth of our little peanut, our movie choices might have to change.  Not to mention those quiet nights, just the two of us.  However with our impending parenthood, we longed to find ourselves among family rather than celbrating alone this holiday season.

Looking over at Mark, “How are the roads? Do you think we can stop so I can use the bathroom?  Your son is pushing on my bladder.”

Mark looked over at me with a dreamy expression on his face.  His gaze settled on my stomach as it rolled and moved.  “Sure.  I could use some coffee.  How are you feeling?  Little Pea looks active tonight.”

“I’m okay except for the kicks to the bladder.  I swear he is practicing his temper tantrums so that he has them right when he comes out. Oh Ricky, we are so in trouble.” I replied with a silly high pitched whiney “Lucielle Ball-type” voice and smiled.

Mark and I eloped to Hawaii five years ago during our Christmas vacation. We kept our wedding private, only us and  have become closer than most married couples.  We enjoyed the same things, especially our cottage home on the Huron River, old movies and televison shows, and snuggling up with a blanket on those cold Michigan nights. 

While we both loved our families, neither one of us enjoyed traveling which was the basis for the fight. I’d  won the the argument after the announcement of my father’s recent diagnosis.  I’d spent hours on the phone with my sister and the internet gathering information on Altzheimers. 

Fear that my father would never meet or get to know my ‘little peanut’ was a constant in my mind. Mark and I distanced ourselves from our families over the years.  We always were so happy spending time together, that we never even considered what those choices did to others. Having a baby changes things.  And remembering my sister’s wedding invitation and my dad’s dignosis, we needed to get back to Ohio.  Christmas seemed like a perfect excuse.

Maxwell's Desire...Now serving anthology and now available

When writing about those men and women who serve our country I always think of big brawny  men, those who serve covertly.  There is something so sexy and dangerous about this kind of man. Yet inside of him there is always the "hero" it's what makes him tick. Here's a little piece of the pie:

Maxwell's Desire ADULT EXCERPT (warning oral sex....rather spicy and hot.....)

Max just looked at her, she agreed so quickly. And it unnerved him she was so unemotional. Her lack of emotion confirmed she'd been through hell living with Arthur Thompson. It wasn’t any of his concern; really. He'd get his fill of Jenny then part ways with her, a bit richer than before.
“I work for your husband. I'm head of security. My name is Maxwell Brogan. I guess you can say I worked for the scum bag. After this, I don’t think I’ll be working for anyone. You have a lot of explaining to do. Do you have any clothes with you? We need to move to a destination no one knows about. Not even Thompson will be able to find us. The clowns you hired are going to be with the state police and the FBI. It seems your husband wanted me to “take care of them.” as he put it and while I’m a lot of things, I’m not a killer,” he told her.
“Well at least it sounds like I’ll be in safe hands,” she said to Max. “One thing before we leave…”
Max didn’t give her any time to speak before he grabbed her into his arms. His lips came down on hers, his mouth open, demanding immediate entrance to hers. She offered Max no resistance at all as she opened her lips and let his tongue slide inside. His kiss was hard, carnal, its meaning obvious. Her lips were soft, amazingly so, Max thought as she molded her body to his and her slender arms came up around his neck. Without any guidance from him, he felt her deepened the kiss, her tongue rubbing against his. She let her hands feel his broad shoulders and let them come down around his broad chest. She let one hand slip between them to the belt of his army fatigues and then she slipped it beneath the low waistband. Her slender hand found his cock and she wound her fingers around his girth.  Max liked the way her hands felt on him. She wasn’t shy and she knew what she was doing. Her lips left his and she moved her mouth to his ear, taking his ear lobe between her teeth.
“Do you want to seal this now? Let me show you I mean business. Your cock seems to be in need of attention,” she said as she slipped down to her knees and opened the front of his fatigues, freeing his large, hard cock. She wasted no time as her mouth encompassed him, sucking him deep into her throat. Her warm mouth felt amazing on his hard cock and there was no way he was stopping her. Max would let her make her point. He'd make his when he got her into bed with him. He let her suck him, lick him and nibble at him with her teeth until he felt his orgasm nearing. In his forty-seven years, he'd lost count of the times he'd had his cock sucked, yet this woman was undoing his reserve. She had her hands around his hips and on his hard ass, pushing his cock deep inside her mouth. Damn if her mouth didn't feel amazing. His knees were weakening the woman was so good. She pumped him with her hands, using her tongue around the bulbous head of his cock to suck him deep into her mouth.
Then she removed him from her mouth and looked up at him, “I take it you’re healthy, Max?”
“As healthy as a fucking bull. It’s what pulled me through my injuries.”
“Good,” she said as she slipped his hard cock back into her mouth, sucking him as far back into her throat as she could as she made him come in record time. She sucked him dry, her hands slapping his hard ass as she rose before him. Damn if Max didn’t want more of the very enticing Jenny Thompson.
“I take it it’s a deal, Maxwell,” she said, wiping her mouth on his shirt.
“Since you put it that way, ma'am, it’s a deal,” Max said, tucking his spent cock back into his fatigues.
His large hulk stood before the rather petite brunette, her blue eyes staring up into his, when he felt the pang in his chest. He couldn't take his eyes from hers. She'd taken him by surprise, going down on him the way she did. He’d been curious and he did nothing to stop her. Damn if she wasn‘t good at giving head, but it annoyed Max to think that her sick bastard of a husband was responsible for her expertise. Damn, it had been a long while since he'd this kind of attraction to a woman. Yet there was part of him that wanted to protect her, make sure no one ever hurt her again. Max had to push thoughts like that aside. A woman like Jenny needed a different kind of man. A man who could stand by her and love her and only her. Max wasn’t that kind of a man. 
With Jenny wrapped warmly in a blanket, they left the barn on the outskirts of Philadelphia and headed deeper into the state. He left instructions for his men that he had Jenny and she was fine. Except now the offer had doubled.

Coming Soon From Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy

What's the fun of going to the movies if you don't catch the previews? Everyone likes to get a sneak peek at what's coming soon so I thought I'd share what I've got coming from Rebel Ink Press.

On August 3rd, I'll have another contemporary romance, Heart of the Ozarks.  First I'll share the blurb and then the lovely cover (another Carl J. Franklin special):

After St. Louis TV weathercaster Cole Celinksi loses his almost estranged wife and three children in a car crash, his boss orders him to take a leave of absence.  He heads to the quiet side of Lake Taneycomo in the Ozarks, to a resort he visited as a child.  On arrival Cole learns that his old summer friend Maggie runs the place and before long mutual attraction ignites.  Before he can heal, he must learn to deal with his loss and to see if he can create a new family with Maggie and her children.  It’s a task he’s not sure he can handle but if he wants to be with Maggie, he must.  A near tragedy brings them all together into a close knit unit and afterward, Cole may be able to make his dreams reality.

On September 17, I have another historical romance, this one set in the 1930's in western Oklahoma called Dust Bowl Dreams.  No cover yet but here's the blurb:

Life’s never easy for a good-hearted man who decides crime is the answer to his troubles.
No rain in the summer of 1933 is bad news for Oklahoma farmer Henry Mink. The local banker wants the mortgage on the farm paid and unless Henry comes up with the dough, his widowed mother and four young siblings won’t have a home.  Jobs are scarce so he decides to rob a bank.   His sweetheart, school teacher Mamie Logan, doesn’t like the idea and neither does Henry’s kid brother Eddie but Henry’s out of options.
He leaves home and robs a bank at nearby Ponca City. When he returns home, he pays off the mortgage but new troubles show up. Mamie is his greatest joy and they become engaged but by fall, Henry has no options left but to rob another bank.  If he can pull off one another big job, he figures he’ll be set until the hard times are over but few things in life go as planned.  His desperate efforts will either secure his future or destroy it forever.
If Henry’s family survives and Mamie’s love endures, he’ll need a miracle.
Then I have something different, a collection of interconnected stories, Kosovo Stories: Two Hearts, One's the blurb:
Against a backdrop ranging from the American heartland to the war shattered mountains of Kosovo, Kosovo Tales: Two Hearts, One Love is a collection of inner connected short fiction featuring  Albanian freedom fighter Nikolla Shqiponja, Nick, and his American love, Tina.
Together they must face separation, war, danger, and other crises.  Their powerful passion and eternal love spans two continents as they weather everything from illness to extreme weather.  Both are willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for love but fate intervenes.  In Kosovo Tales: Two Hearts, One Love, this man, that woman share a love to last through the ages and beyond.
And last - for now - but far from least, Devlin's Grace:
When he rides out of the fog on his motorcycle Gracie Alloway could almost mistake him for a demon rising from the smoke and steam of hell....except she's attracted to him from the first moment.
Devlin is everything she's not - wild and a little wicked but opposites attract because good girl, college student Gracie wants more of this bad boy.
He dreamed up a fantasy woman back in Iraq a lot like Gracie and she evokes a side he hasn't shown anyone in years. She also dares to enter his personal space and take liberties no other woman's dared.
Although he struggles with PTSD and other issues, Gracie won’t run and she refuses to abandon her Devlin.
If she can just tame him and help him battle his demons.....if he can teach her how to live a little bit more, they might just have a chance at a future - together

So What's Next?...Lila Munro

I've talked quite a bit about how the Identity series was never supposed to be a series at all and just seemed to take root. Well, I had my mind made up that after book three that was it. My characters of course had different ideas and book four was born to complete Dante, Blake and Julie's story...then along came Allen. Actually Allen was in books three and four and found a person of interest at the end of Assumed Master. Thus his book, number five in the series, was born and is coming this summer. Assumed Calling...

Like the beat of a primal drum whispering the rhythm of an ancient dance, the lifestyle calls…
At the seasoned age of fifty-six, Allen Bourke has resigned to the fact he’ll probably never find someone to top he can also love. When he met Julie after several years of toying in the darkest of playgrounds, he found that while he adored her, they shared no chemistry. Since then he’s had wives and lovers, none of whom endured. When Julie sequesters herself to Allen’s second home in Savannah, not only does Allen find himself caught between lovers, but he also finds himself bending to a young Nicki Cartwright.
But can one Master bring himself to answer the call even as it pulls at him like the moon pulls the tide?
Allen's noticed while he and his friends are getting older, the players emerging on the scene are forever getting younger. Nicki's no exception. She’s the spitting image of Julie, complete with attitude—and a thumb sucking complex. Nicki’s full of energy and a lot of fun to service, but Allen can’t help but wonder if they could be more to each other. If only they could drop the roles they’ve established and discover the people living beneath the slick veneer of Nicki’s school girl fantasies.

Gays in the Military, Get Used to it!

Good afternoon!

Times are finally changing in the armed forces here in the good ol’ US of A and it’s about time too. With the abolishment of DADT, finally a gay soldier, male or female can serve openly without fear of getting kicked out. Took ya’ long enough Washington, but hey who’s counting?

Anyway, when you look at the statistics about just how long it took the land of the free and home of the brave to finally get rid of one of the most stupidest laws known to man, you have to think what the fu*k were the powers that be thinking? Now, that’s not to say other countries were that much better.

According to the Wikipedia article on Gays in the Military countries like Albania and Argentina, just lifted their bans over the past two or three years while in Australia, they allowed gays and lesbians to serve openly in 1992. Since 2009 they have the same access to military pensions as opposite sex couples. A part of the article also notes “military officials haven’t seen any negative effects on lifting the ban” and actually saw it as a contribution to “improving productivity and work environments for service members.”  Well, duh, why wouldn’t it. Before I get all Michael Mandrake on you let me add this; wouldn’t you as a gay person feel a little better if your job supported you and didn’t try to kick you out because of your sexual orientation?

Good grief!

I mean, really? That seems like a no brainer to me but what do I know? I’m just a muse. *shrugs*

You can go in there and read the statistics yourself but when I just browsed through the countries, I can see our country is way behind when it came to this issue. Let me jump on my soapbox again. In my opinion, why would my orientation affect the job I’m doing any more than a heterosexual man or woman? They can have the hots for the officer and get in trouble for “fraternizing” just like I can so why threaten me just because I’m a gay or a lesbian? What the fu*k? Whose stupid idea was this anyway? I guess it just makes too much sense, right?

And don’t get me started on any other gay rights issues because then I’ll be here all night. Still, it’s about damn time that Obama and the rest saw the need to get rid of this crazy assed law. Will it stop the discrimination? Most likely not. Will it help the morale? I think it will.

Shar actually has a family member in the military and when she last spoke to him before the ban was lifted he said it’s a non issue to him. “As long as you do your job, I don’t care of your gay or straight.” What a smart young man. Why can’t more be like him?

Hope you enjoyed my little rant. Here is another excerpt from my latest, You Don't Ask We Don't Tell

Cody got the call from Justin that he’d pick him up to bring him to MEPS to make the trip to Fort Jackson in South Carolina. There, he would join Captain Morris Dunst’s platoon company 9669, which unbeknownst to him would be his safe haven.
He said farewell to his parents, giving his mom the biggest hug and kiss. Dad only got a handshake and in actuality, he barely wanted to give him that. Young McCayne was still seething from their last argument and even though the man was happy about his decision he couldn’t really forget the anger.
He jumped in the car with Justin who at the moment was riding in an army vehicle. It looked real sleek but the army insignia on the side gave it away.
“Hey.” Cody strapped himself in and tried not to be so nervous. The moment his blue orbs met the azure blues of Justin Belvidere, he felt the tightness in his crotch and his mouth went dry like the Sahara desert. Cody grabbed onto his own legs and looked through the windshield.
Justin chuckled, “Hiya soldier. You ready to talk?”
“Yeah, but I told ya’ pretty much everything you wanted to know.”
“No you didn’t.” Justin placed his sunglasses on his nose and adjusted his mirror.
Fuck, you are so hot. Shit, focus Cody
“I did,” he giggled nervously. He could feel his palms sweating as well as his brow. “There really isn’t much more to tell.”
Justin turned the car out onto the main road. “Yeah there is and you’re hiding it but-” Justin stopped at the light. “I’m gon get it outta ya’ before we get to Fort Jackson, I promise you that. Oh yeah, and by the way, there’s been a change of plans.”
Change? What change?
“Oh yeah, and uh-” Cody squirmed in the passenger seat since he felt himself getting harder by the minute. “What would that be?”
“Oh, just that we’ll be drivin’ alone down there, soldier,” he laughed. “I told ya’, I’m gon get you to speak with me about whatever is goin’ on in that head of yours. You got me?”
Cody leaned back against the headrest. Just what he fucking needed; to be all alone in the car with the man who made his dick stand at attention.
“Uh huh, I got ya.” The new recruit placed his hand on his forehead. How on earth would he be able to get through this nearly four hour drive without touching him?
No question Cody had the hots for more men than just Dari. This was a deep seated feeling, not curiosities but a desire that couldn’t be extinguished.
There just has to be a way!
Justin glanced over at his passenger. “Hey!” He slapped his arm. “You okay?”
“Um, yeah, I-”
“You don’t get car sick do ya’ soldier? Because if you do, you gotta tell me now so we can go on and ride that bus. I can’t have ya’ pukin’ in the government car.”
“No, no,” Cody straightened in the seat. “It ain’t that.” He wiped the small amounts of perspiration from his skin. “I, okay, Justin, there is somethin’ I have to say but…” He bit his lip. Please just promise me you won’t say anything to anyone. You’re the only person other than my family and a couple of friends that know this. You might be the only one that can help me.”
“Alright.” Justin pushed one of the buttons on his wheel. “Soldier’s honor, my man. Shoot.”
Cody looked down at his own feet and exhaled. He closed his eyes. “Justin, I think I might like men, you know, sexually.”
Justin only nodded and smiled at him. “And? Is that all?”
Cody raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? That’s like ruinin’ my life, ain’t it? I’m like a fuckin’ leper in my town. No one likes me and my dad calls me a cocksucker.”
“So you gonna let what other people think about you shape you, man?”
“Naw but-”
“Sure sounds like it, soldier. They don’t have anything to do with your life, man. You’re grown. How you live it is your choice.”

Anatomy of the Orgasm
Awhile back, I was a Passion Party consultant which is sort of like selling Mary Kay or Tupper Ware but more fun. Though I didn’t make any real money to speak of, I had a great time slinging dildos. Truth be told the main reason I wasn’t financially successful was in large part because I gave away vibrators like they were candy.
 Women would approach me asking advice and invariably someone would come forward saying things like, “I have been married 20 years and I have five children. I don’t know what the big deal is about this orgasm thing you talk about.”
After a deep cleansing breath, I shook my head clear, handed them a vibrator bullet and sent them on their way. I did sell a lot of product this way but I gave away the bulk of my profit.
Because I found myself being a sounding board for so many Passion Party customers, I felt the need to do some research on the female orgasm so I could give accurate advice and information.
First and most important, NO TWO WOMEN ARE THE SAME. What brings one woman to orgasm, may not work for others. Some women love receiving oral sex while others don’t. Some women achieve an orgasm with intercourse alone and some don’t at all. Some women love anal sex while some simply do not.
This is not cut and dry. I started to feel bad for men. Every time they take a woman to bed, it’s a different way of playing the game. It’s no wonder they often get it wrong and leave the woman hanging. As my husband said to me not that long ago, “Every time we have sex, I have to learn a new playbook. You have it easy” he said. “What I like last week I still like this week, whereas you don’t necessarily.” (We have been married for 12 years.)
So let’s talk about what’s going on down there. According to several major surveys, only 25 percent of women always climax during sex with a partner. The rest of us are either hit or miss. A whopping 90 percent of men get their rocks off 100 percent of the time.
You are probably throwing your hands up in the air right about now. Don’t worry, I have good news. The clitoris’ sole purpose is for pleasure. GET TO KNOW YOUR CLITORIS!!!
 Here's what scientists know that can help the average girl hit her peak more often.
That warm, fuzzy, sexy rush you feel during foreplay is the result of blood heading straight to your vagina and clitoris. The walls of the vagina start to secrete beads of lubrication that eventually get bigger and flow together.
As you become more turned on, blood continues to flood the pelvic area, breathing speeds up, heart rate increases, nipples become erect, and the lower part of the vagina narrows in order to grip the penis while the upper part expands to give it someplace to go. If all goes well (i.e., your mother doesn’t call, your kids don’t walk in, and your partner knows what he's doing), an incredible amount of nerve and muscle tension builds up in the genitals, pelvis, buttocks, and thighs, and your body involuntarily releases it all at once in a series of intensely pleasurable waves, aka your orgasm.
The big bang is the moment when the uterus, vagina, and anus contract simultaneously at 0.8-second intervals. A small orgasm may consist of three to five contractions, a biggie about 10 to 15.
Many women report feeling different kinds of orgasms, clitoral, vaginal, and many combinations of the two. According to Beverly Whipple, Ph.D., coauthor of The G-Spot and Other Discoveries About Human Sexuality, the reason may simply be that different parts of the vagina were stimulated more than others and so have more tension to release.
Muscles in other parts of the body may contract involuntarily, hence the clenched toes and goofy faces. As for the brain, a recent small-scale study at the Netherlands' University of Groningen found that areas involving fear and emotion are deactivated during orgasm (not so if you fake it).
After the peak of pleasure, the body usually slides into a state of satisfied relaxation, but not always. Like men, we can experience pelvic heaviness and aching if we don’t reach orgasm. Many women complain that a single orgasm isn't enough to relieve the buildup of sexual tension.
So, what goes wrong on those nights when the bell doesn’t get rung? Most likely, we are not getting enough continuous clitoral stimulation. We’ll get close to the big one and your partner picks up on it but either he orgasms immediately or changes what he’s doing. (Sucks right?) If you get on top this might help because you control the angle and speed of the thrusts. Try a back-and-forth motion so that your clitoris rubs against your partner's abdomen. It allows for the most constant clitoral stimulation.
Another solution is to find a position that mimics how you masturbate. (Let your fingers do the walking, if you know what I mean.) By watching you, he'll get a better sense of the stimulation you need.
Body image is another problem that can trip women up. A woman can become too concerned with her appearance to actually enjoy herself. If you are concerned about what your butt looks like or what parts of your body are jiggling, you will not come! Remember you are not a porn star so  don’t hold that as a standard. Let the erotic sensations register in your mind. Focus, breathe, and let go. It may seem counterintuitive but you need to relax to get there.
The best preparation for a big orgasm is probably a long, steamy shower, full-body massages by and for your man and 10 minutes of steady oral sex if you can get it, or some combination.
It's not so much your body that needs the R&R, it’s your mind. You need a transition period between dealing with the stress of everyday life, and feeling frisky. A few minutes of foreplay usually isn't enough.
The most fascinating orgasmic side effect of all happens in the brain. During the big O, the hypothalamus releases extra oxytocin into your system. Called the "cuddle hormone”, oxytocin has been correlated with the urge to bond, be affectionate, and protect (new moms are drunk on the stuff).
Since an increase in oxytocin has been shown to strengthen the uterine contractions that transport sperm to the egg, there is some evidence that the big O can conceivably help with conception.
 It's even been hypothesized that having an orgasm and releasing that tide of oxytocin is a woman's subconscious way of approving of her partner as a potential dad.
The latest news is that this cuddle hormone might also be linked to our ability to trust. In a recent study at the University of Zurich, scientists asked 178 male college students to play an investment game with a partner they'd never met. Half of the students used an oxytocin nasal spray (not yet available in the United States) beforehand. The other half used a placebo. Those with the spray containing oxytocin were more than twice as likely to feel comfortable giving all of their money to their anonymous (but legitimate) partner. If oxytocin can help women feel more at ease about letting go and intensify orgasmic contractions, we might all want a bottle of the stuff stashed in our bedside drawers someday soon.
Take what you have read here and take what you need or want and leave the rest. If you have, any comments or questions please feel free to contact me.
Happy nights all ;0)
Heidi Lynn Anderson