Monday, April 28, 2014

13 tips for spicing up your relationship! #sex #romance #asmsg

No need to get into a love rut! 
Spice things up with these easy and fun ideas

13 tips for heating up your relationship
Have you been with your significant other for awhile now or do you simply want to keep the fun in your dating life?  Well, here are 13 tips to keep the sparks flying and the romance growing in your relationship.
  1. Amp up the adrenaline!  Yeah, you heard me.  Stimulating the body stimulates the mind and emotions.  Do something that snaps you out of the ordinary routine--go skiing, sledding, go-carting, horseback riding...whatever it is that YOU find exciting. 
  2. Send a sexy text.  Why not?  Sexting isn't just for celebrities and athletes, go ahead and match your thumb typing skills with your vivid imagination.  Sexting is an excellent way for couples to flirt with each other while apart, makes you smile and gets the juices flowing.  Hey, anticipation is mental foreplay and how could that be a bad thing?
  3. Make eye contact during sex.  Closing your eyes is fine, but it can give the impression that you're only their physically or are fantasizing about someone else.  Keeping your eyes focused on him, reinforces that it's HIM that's turning you on and enhances the emotional intensity of the moment.
  4. Take a risk in the bedroom.  Sometimes it's easy to fall into habits, especially after we figure out what works for us and what doesn't.  However, this can be bad when it comes to sex.  The brain is our biggest sex organ and when we experiment with new things, we stimulate the brain's desire for discovery.  Try out role-playing, break out the Kama Sutra or test out a sex toy...why not?  
  5. Compliment your man/partner! Who doesn't like hearing that they're smart, sexy, or amazing?  Let your partner know that the spark is still there, that you respect them and are attracted to them for many reasons.  Give compliments daily...it goes a long way to establishing that intimate connection.
  6. Kiss more often...just because.  C'mon, people!  Kissing is one of the best things we as human beings can do.  It's not just a prelude to sex...it's a way of connecting.  Kiss when you say hello or goodbye...kiss when you're passing the potatoes...kiss whenever you get a chance!  Make it a prolonged kiss, the kind we brag about when we're first dating.  
  7. Surprise him! In relationships, it's easy to fall into planning everything around a routine.  Snap out of that and make a plan without him knowing it.  It doesn't need to be elaborate--breakfast in bed or dinner reservations during the week when it's least expected or something as simple as DVRing his favorite television show when you know he's going to miss it.  Never underestimate a simple surprise and its power to spark up the night!
  8. Be childlike--and, NO, this has nothing to do with baby talk!  As adults, we can get bogged down with talk about careers, money, plans, household projects...BLAH.  Do something unexpected like playing basketball in the driveway, hitting the swings in the park during a walk, planning a date to the zoo or local amusement park.  Sometimes a sense of childhood wonder and play is exactly what you need...and, if you're lucky, that sense of play will extend to the bedroom.
  9. Nicknames.  This may sound silly, but by incorporating private nicknames for each other (outside of the standard "honey" or "baby") you're creating a private world/language for just the two of you.  Pretty soon he'll smile whenever he hears it...and the two of you will get a kick out of having a "thing" that's solely yours.  
  10. Reveal a sexual fantasy.  Most women feel shy about revealing their fantasies, but the truth is we all have them.  Revealing your sexual fantasy to your partner can bring the two of you together, increase intimacy and is practically guaranteed to enhance arousal.  
  11. Offer a massage.  Yes, I know...we as women are always up for a massage, but offering to be the giver puts us in a place of sexual power.  A massage lets your partner indulge--and to make it truly sexy, make it be all about him this time, ask for nothing in exchange.  He'll repay you another day...maybe even later that night if you're lucky.  
  12. Get competitive!  Game playing--the good kind, not the manipulative kind--gets those juices flowing (refer to step 1).  Scrabble, Boggle, Taboo (or see my fun post called "there's an app for that, which is listed below)...games are fun competition that excite feelings between you.  
  13. Have an impromptu dance party for two.  I admit this is one of my favorites. I love grabbing my guy for a quick dance in a parking lot or in the kitchen.  Long week?  Turn up the tunes and let loose in your living room.  He may look at you oddly for a minute, but he'll get in the spirit.  Dancing alleviates tension and the spontaneity of a private party for two can ignite a fun evening--especially if a few items of clothing get lost during the dance. (uh-hem)  Just get jiggy with it, baby!
Enjoy your play time! 
Dakota Skye

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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

#Romance advice from Bigfoot?! You've got to read this. #asmsg #PhantomBigfoot

Phantom Bigfoot & The Vampettes from Venus
By Simon Okill





Welcome to Big Beaver, home of Duane Dexter aka Phantom Bigfoot. Teen superhero, Duane, must get Sheriff Lou and Agent Virgil hitched on orders of the alien Elders. Simple enough! But not for Phantom Bigfoot and Guardian of the forest, who manages to screw things up just when he least expects it.

And when he least expects it, Duane is rendered helpless as a new menace invades Big Beaver in the shape of a punk band - The Vampettes from Venus. It soon transpires these Vampettes are not your ordinary gals from outa town. Duane and his close friend, MB, know space vampires when they see them.

So Phantom Bigfoot with his trusty sidekick, MB, fight these insidious vampires head on in a free-for-all, no-holds-barred struggle. Will Duane save the day yet again or will these sexy Vampettes drink Big Beaver dry?

#Teen Humour #Urban Fantasy #Teen Romance #Action/Adventure







Paranormal author Simon Okill lives in a South Wales coastal town with his wife where he is currently writing about the crazy adventures of Phantom Bigfoot and his tribe of Bigfoot Babes. Phantom Bigfoot & The Vampettes from Venus is book #2 of his YA adventure series, Phantom Bigfoot Series, to be followed by Phantom Bigfoot & The Haunted House. Book #1 is already out there - Phantom Bigfoot Strikes Again. Simon has also written two other books, all available on Amazon - Luna Sanguis and Luna Aeturnus, dark Gothic romance set in France 1925 as well as several screenplays.









Moments later Duane and MB tried the front door of the Bruger house. Of course it was locked. They hammered at the door.
Duane turned around sensing trouble and wished he hadn’t. Hovering a few feet above MB like a giant red bat was that raven-haired Vampette with the freaky hairdo, mouth open wide, tongue licking large fangs.
“I am Vampirella. I care not for neither of you fellas,” the Vampette sang her words like that punk rocker Sid Vicious, screeching out the syllables with a high-pitched hiss.
What did she mean she cared not for neither of them? His sixth sense told him she didn’t want their blood because they weren’t virgins. Did that mean they were safe from the Vampette’s fangs? Yeah it would seem so, Duane hoped.
“From somewhere within the deep, you cannot resist the need to sleep,” Vampirella screeched her song.
Duane cautioned himself to be wary. Her singing had made him feel a little hazy. The Vampette was obviously using some kind of insidious mind control on them with her lyrics.
The Vampette drifted towards Duane on her red cape wings and stopped less than a few inches from him, her fangs just a millimeter from his bare neck. Duane’s stomach gurgled with fear but strangely enough he didn’t feel like barfing. He stood his ground.
“Chosen by The Elders you have been. The Guardian of the forest I have seen,” Vampirella sang harshly.
“Go to hell!” Duane said, glancing at MB cowering behind him for protection.
“What does she mean by The Guardian of the forest?” MB asked as if those might be his last words.
Vampirella didn’t reply. She cocked her head then sang, “Vermillia … Venusa … Vixenella … come join me.”
The other three punk Vampettes floated down from the roof under their red cape wings and landed silently before Duane and MB.
“Beau is pure, Beau is sweet, he is our lure, he is our treat,” Vampirella and the other three Vampettes sang like demented sirens.
Duane and MB backed up to the front door and hammered to be let in, both shouting, “Let us in for fuck’s sake. Let us in!”





Learn how to cook - and I mean cook - not French fries and steak - any dufus can do that. There’s nothing that says you love your mate than cooking a romantic meal. Say Spinach Souffle for instance. Ha-ha! There’s always one wisenheimer who says, “Spinach Souffle for instance.” The reason I mention this meal is it is too delicious for words to describe, and not only that, but when those pesky bits of spinach stick to your mate’s teeth you can lick them off which leads to you-know-what. Now we come to dessert. Yoghurt. Any flavour will do and don’t eat it all as it comes in handy for after dessert you-know-what. Great fun to lick off your mate’s you-know-whatsits.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

Author Ghost Stories: Chased by a ghostly nun as a kid? Yeah, that. #RomanticSuspense #Paranormal

As a twist to the usual author interviews that bloggers do, I'm asking all of my guest authors to share at least one paranormal experience with us, sort of like the price of admission. Have you ever seen Celebrity Ghost Stories on TV? Well, this is nothing like that...but it gave me the idea of asking visiting authors to share an experience. Of course, I ask the other need-to-know questions, too.
Whether you are a fan of fast-paced romantic suspense or prefer gripping tales of revenge and murder, today’s featured author has a real flair for writing on some very diverse subjects! I’d like to introduce you to multi-genre, multi-published author Amber Lea Easton. I’d like to begin by having you share a little information about yourself with our readers, Amber, before getting into your own paranormal experience.
What do you enjoy doing when you are not writing?

ALE: I love dancing, which started with learning belly dancing, but has transitioned to Zumba and salsa dancing. I also enjoy hiking, seeing movies, attending concerts (especially at outdoor amphitheaters in the summer), watching plays, socializing with friends and traveling whenever possible.  

Has writing stories always been a part of your life and becoming a published author a lifelong dream?

ALE:  Yes. I started scribbling stories in notebooks when I was 9 years old. I'd crawl out my bedroom window, sit on the roof of my parents' porch, stare at the horizon and let my mind go wild. For the longest time, it remained a hobby. I worked in journalism and marketing, always working on a manuscript in my off time. People who've known me for years aren't surprised that I've made this my profession.

I had a chance to read your romantic suspense novel, Reckless Endangerment, and I knew I had to feature you here to talk about this story. What was the inspiration behind this story and can you tell us a little bit about your protagonists, Michael Cedars and Hope Shane?

ALE: This story was inspired by real news headlines regarding soldiers returning home with PTSD and experiencing challenges adapting to civilian life. The human trafficking suspense plot was inspired by a documentary I saw entitled "Price of Sex" that left the entire theatre speechless.  Sounds real romantic, right?  Well, the love story fused with the suspense plot and Michael's struggles really is romantic because it's about love triumphing over the worst kinds of trouble. 

The story itself came to me thanks to the characters, Colonel Michael Cedars and Hope Shane. I thought to myself—why not explore an epic love story wrought with the challenges of wounded marine unsure how to deal with returning to the United States as a partially paralyzed civilian and his bigger-than-life wife Hope Shane who's caught up investigating a human trafficking ring? He wants to push her away from the very beginning because he's heard stories of former soldiers acting out in violence against their loved ones while caught up in a nightmare.  He's also not sure where he fits in this "new normal" and doesn't want to be an anchor to her.  She, on the other hand, is a determined woman who refuses to give up on him or the innocent victims of the human trafficking ring. As the danger of her story intensifies, their marriage is tested and lives are threatened.  Hope questions if she's gone too far, risked too much, messed up her priorities. Michael questions if he's still the hero she believes him to be.

Without giving away too much, can you reveal what’s in store for the readers when they crack open Reckless Endangerment?

ALE:  An emotional rollercoaster ride. It's an intense story, that's true.  The reader can expect to encounter characters who feel real, who they will bond with and cheer for (at least that's what reviewers are saying), and a storyline that will echo current world issues. Reckless Endangerment is truly a story about heroes—the ordinary kind who are flawed, who we take for granted, who are all too human at times. 

Some authors meditate, others need to fuel up on coffee or listen to music. Do you have any rituals, ones that can be shared with the readers, that you must do before you hunker down for a writing session?

ALE:  Music is definitely a constant for me. I light a candle or incense, put on my headphones, choose the playlist that suits my mood, and tune out the rest of the world. I must have my soundtrack to write. The flip side is that I need absolute silence to revise—not sure why, but that's how it is.

At one time or another, most writers hit the wall and their work stalls because of the dreaded writer’s block. What do you do to get around or over this mental wall to resume writing?

ALE:  Writing is how I break free—write something, anything, even if it's a journal entry or an idea for a freelance article. Write something. I have multiple projects going at once.  Obviously, there's a main one that takes center stage, but I use the others when or if I get stuck. I write every day. If it's crap, I delete it the next day. I write. Every. Day. 

Now down to the nitty gritty. Have you ever experienced anything paranormal and would you mind sharing it with us?

ALE:  I've had many ghostly experiences over the course of my lifetime, but I'll tell you about my first one. My parents bought an old home that had once been a nunnery. They relocated the house from the city to the country. It was quite a process and I remember being terribly excited about it as a child. There was an angry old nun who came with the house, though, and she really didn't like kids. The first time I saw her I was playing in the bushes in the backyard and she came out and told me to leave. Then I started seeing her in my bedroom, always a woman in black with her hair severely pulled back from her face, not very pleasant at all, and constantly telling me to leave. I was only five or six years old so leaving wasn't an option! There were times as a child when I would be so afraid that I'd curl up beneath the covers and not move a muscle because I felt certain she--or someone--watched me from the darkness. Eventually, a little girl named Ruby befriended me and we'd go into the basement where we'd play games so that the mean gray-haired woman left us alone. My parents thought it was so cute that I had an imaginary friend…but I still remember Ruby. She did stop appearing to me as I grew older, but that feeling of dread returned time and time again while I lived at my parents' home in that room. By the time I was a teenager, though, I'd grown quite sassy and would simply tell the dark shape in the corner to leave me the hell alone. 

This experience as a young child, however, instilled an open and curious mind that led me to read everything I could on ghosts, souls, angels, UFOs, the Bermuda Triangle, and many more subjects I won't name for the sake of time. I guess I'm thankful for that grumpy old nun--or whoever she was--for teaching me to never say never and always be inquisitive rather than dismissive. 

Awesome experience! Thank you for sharing. I'm excited to share an excerpt of your novel, Reckless Endangerment. But before we go, do you have anything else coming up in your near future? 

Yes, Dancing Barefoot is releasing in late May. It's also a romantic suspense, but crosses genres to women's fiction. I've been working on this novel for years, even while others have published. It's fair to say that I simply didn't want to let it go…but now it's time. The prequel, In Between, is currently posting on my blog as a free read, one chapter a week. You can catch that every Sunday from now until release day. Links to all previous chapters are there. It's pretty easy to navigate. 

An excerpt of "Reckless Endangerment"

“None of us are who we were.  Do you think I’m the same person I was before seeing my best friend killed?  Before stepping over Marishka’s body and the bodies of her murdered children?  Before seeing you face down in the dirt?  Do you think I don’t see corpses in my sleep?  Do you think that hasn’t changed me?” she asked.
“You look the same.”  His gaze flicked over her before sliding toward the window. 
  “Maybe I’m still walking on both of my feet, but that doesn’t mean other parts of me aren’t paralyzed.” She scrubbed her fists against the tears and hated herself for being weak.  “I’m pissed at you for denying me access to you in Frankfurt.  You have no idea—none—how much I needed to be with you when you were hurt and you made me out to be a liar.  I’m your wife, for God’s sake.”
“Stop saying that word.” 
“You’re a selfish bastard.”  She shoved her hands through her hair and counted silently to twenty.  “Say what you want, I don’t care because I’d rather fight with you than mourn you. I’d rather you hate me than feel nothing.”
“I do hate you.”
Blowing a strand of hair from her face, she grabbed the ouzo bottle, opened it and slammed cabinet doors looking for a glass.
“I know you’re lying,” she said.
“Get the hell out of here,” he yelled.
“Where are your goddamn glasses?” she asked between clenched teeth.
“How would I know?  I’ve been here less than six hours.”  
“Who needs a glass, right?”  She took a long swig of the liquor. The alcohol burned her throat but felt damn good. She took another swig before meeting his gaze. 
“Is that how you’re dealing with your guilt?  Drinking it away?” he asked.
She held the bottle out toward him.  “Want a taste?”
He looked at her through narrowed eyes, muscle working overtime in his jaw.
“C’mon, babe, look at it this way…maybe a taste will kill you,” she said. 
For the first time since entering the room, a flicker of humor shot through his eyes.  With a shrug, he grabbed the bottle and drank without breaking eye contact. 
“I’m still alive,” he said.
“Sorry to disappoint you…again.”  Needing to touch him, she reached for the scar that zigzagged across his forehead.
He flinched away from her touch.
“You need to leave. You don’t owe me anything,” he said without looking at her face.
She caught her lower lip between her teeth and studied his bent head before answering.  “This isn’t about owing you anything.”
He met her gaze then, annoyance flashing in the brown depths.  But there was something else there, too...pain so intense she took a step back.
“What is wrong with you?” he asked. “Just because I’m in this chair doesn’t mean that you can bully me.”
“Am I bullying you?” She grinned at the idea of bullying him.  He’d always been the badass Marine with more arrogance than necessary.  Her independence clashed with his attitude more often than not, but that had been a good thing.  Maybe...just maybe...he’d missed it.  “I brought you fast food and alcohol.  We even had a fight.  I think you like that I’m here.  I’m livening things up.  You looked pretty bored when I walked in.”
He grabbed her hand before she could snag another fry.  He squeezed her fingers so hard she thought her bones would snap.  “Look at me.  I’m not the man you married.  I’m not even a Marine anymore.  Look at me.”
She only saw the man she loved who stared back with desperation in his eyes. She saw his hair thicker and longer than she’d ever seen it before and liked it. She saw his teeth sink into his lower lip and wanted them sinking into her skin.  She only saw Michael. 
“You’re still the sexiest man on the planet,” she said.
“You’re delusional.”  He dropped her hand as if the mere touch of her skin sickened him.
“Maybe I am.”
“What are you getting out of this?”
“A headache.”
“I can’t…I’m changed.  We’ll never be able to be like we were.”  He looked at his legs.  “Not like how you remember me anyway. I’m different now.”
“So am I.  We’re all different.”
“It’s more than that and you know it.  You and me...sex...there will be...expectations.”
“I see, so I should pretend you don’t exist because you feel awkward about sex? You must not think much of me, Colonel.”  She bit out his rank between clenched teeth. 
“When I see you that’s what I want, are you satisfied now?  Right now I would like to throw you up against that counter, rip those jeans from you and fuck you.  I remember how we were together.  That’s what I want.  I can’t do that.  Do you hear me?  I can’t have what I want and seeing you is torture for me.  I can’t have you.”
Silence quaked in the room.
She put both of her hands on his knees, conscious that he couldn’t feel her touch. “You keep talking about what you’ve lost, but you haven’t lost me.  Don’t you see that?  You may not be a Marine anymore and you may not be able to walk anymore, but you have me.  I love you.  I need you.  Can’t that be enough? And you have your son. What about him? He needs you, too.  You haven’t lost him.” 
“I wish you hadn’t come here.”
“Too bad, I’m here. Deal with it.”  She moved onto his lap and moved her hands over his shoulders. “What’s the problem?”
“Stop this,” he whispered.
“You want me to kiss you. You want to kiss me back.”  She could see it in his eyes, the need, the desire, the question.  “Is that what you want, Michael?”
“What would that prove?”
“Does it have to prove something?  Can’t a kiss be a kiss?”
“No.”
“Typical man.”  She leaned within a fraction of his lips.  “Don’t you remember high school?  Don’t you remember when a kiss meant everything?”
In a sudden move, he grabbed the back of her head and ground his mouth against hers.  She knew the intensity was meant to shock her so she matched it with her own.  She sat on his lap and plunged her tongue into the recesses of his mouth until he moaned.  His free hand squeezed her breast through the thin material of her blouse but, instead of hurting, it ignited her blood.
The Michael she knew still lived inside this man.  She felt him in the warmth of his mouth, the strength of his hands on her body, the restrained power of his touch.  
She couldn’t stop touching him, hands moved through his hair, over his face, along his shoulders.  Alive.  Here.  She fought back a Hallelujah.
What the Reviewers are saying: 
5 stars Extremely talented
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Although this book is marketed as romantic suspense it also covers some serious issues, such as people trafficking and post-traumatic stress disorder, adding further depth to a book that is rich in plot and personal conflict already. Nothing prepared me for the literary quality of this novel. Regular romance and suspense fans get more than enough here to be satisfied by the great chemistry between the main characters and the intriguing story lines. However, if you - like myself - want a little bit more out of a book than you will find it in the well-handled and insightful passages about trafficking and PSD, issues that are handled with care rather than in an exploitative or decorative manner.
Easton clearly cares about what she writes and it pays dividends, her book is surprisingly impressive and certainly recommended. (see full review: http://www.amazon.com/Reckless-Endangerment-Amber-Lea-Easton/product-reviews/0615801617/ref=dp_top_cm_cr_acr_txt?showViewpoints=1)

5.0 out of 5 stars
Gritty At Times, Realistic, With An Immensely Satisfying Romance and MysteryBy 

By the end of Reckless Endangerment I can sum it up by saying it's Triple-H......heartbreaking, heartwarming, and heartpounding. It's full of likable and fully fleshed-out characters, realistically depicted issues related to the aftermath of war, and it presented a fast-paced mystery surrounding human trafficking that kept me on the edge of my seat. It shows that atrocities not only occur in faraway lands but outside our front door as well. As two people deal both mentally and physically with the hand war dealt them it's only through love and acceptance that true healing can begin and a HEA can be fully achieved. (Read full review: http://www.amazon.com/Reckless-Endangerment-Amber-Lea-Easton/product-reviews/0615801617/ref=dp_top_cm_cr_acr_txt?showViewpoints=1)

5.0 out of 5 stars
Great read
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I love this book! The author did a great job of writing a contempary novel with all the twists and turns that make it impossible for you to put the book down!! I am really impressed with the author's use of hard hitting problems facing today's society and intergrating them into the story line. This is not just another cookie cutter, predictable romance!! I highly recommend this book for all who looking for a novel with a little something extra! (Read full review at: http://www.amazon.com/Reckless-Endangerment-Amber-Lea-Easton/product-reviews/0615801617/ref=dp_top_cm_cr_acr_txt?showViewpoints=1)


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