Passing along this TED talk because I found it really solid advice. Give it a watch!
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“I wouldn’t consider it a point of strength.”
“Baldur the Beautiful,” Ares smirked.”Classic. And sad.”
“It’s Baldur the Fabulous now! And you can kiss my amazing, glowing ass.”
#2bitTues
Topic: “Classic”
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Lauren prides herself on being a professional woman with one hard and fast rule: don’t ever date anyone you work with. That all goes to hell the minute Ross strolls in the door, with a wicked accent, a rocking body and a face chiseled by angels. Add to that his single-minded determination to get to know Lauren on a more-than-professional basis, and all her carefully crafted rules begin to blur. From the company holiday party to a New Year’s Eve masquerade ball, Ross teases and torments until Lauren decides to send the old year out with a bang. A really, really good bang.
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He leaned across, kissing her long and thoroughly. . .
“I think,” he said, grazing her lips just once more with his, “That it’s been awfully nice being naughty with you.”
#LoveLines
Topic: Naughty or Nice
#OnceUponATime #Fanfic Friday: Killian And Emma Meet Again In “Mr. Jones”
In my latest Once Upon A Time fanfic, Mr. Jones, Killian has been thrown into an unfamiliar world – ours – but without the benefit of his memories. They’re simmering under the surface, but he’s having a devil of a time getting to any of them.
In this scene, he meets his new neighbor – someone who seems to be vaguely familiar. . .
He’d just settled down on the tattered couch with a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowl of tomato soup when he heard the crash. A neighbor’s voice carried through her open window.
“Keep it down out there!” she yelled.
Killian set his dinner on the coffee table and walked to the door, opening it. He stared down the row, first left, then right. A box full of odds and ends – an old lamp, a digital alarm clock, some clothes, a few dishes – was scattered across the balcony walkway, but there was no one in sight. He pulled his door shut behind him and scratched his head as he stared at the mess.
“What the devil?” he muttered, glancing up to see if someone had dropped it off the roof, when suddenly the door open in the neighboring apartment. A woman – a beautiful woman, he silently amended, with the most glorious cloud of blonde hair stepped through, then froze in her tracks, startled, when she saw him.
Santa Delivers All Sorts Of Good Things in ‘Naughty or Nice’
In my holiday novella, Naughty or Nice, Olivia has just finished her Christmas Eve shift in retail. She’s looking forward (not) to a quiet evening alone when she bumps into the mall Santa – who happens to be the guy she’s been crushing on from afar, filling in for some extra cash. Olivia decides to take a chance on an evening with Jason, and finds out that wishes really do come true – in spite of meddling best friends.
“Maybe we should move to the bed,” she said breathlessly.
Jason smiled down at her. “I have to stop kissing you first, and I don’t know if I can do that,” he said with a chuckle, kissing her once more.
He finally eased off of her, pulling her up to a sitting position. Olivia pushed her mussed-up hair out of her face self-consciously as she caught sight of his impish grin.
“What?” she asked, running her fingers under her eyes just in case her mascara had smudged or something.
“Is that – ” he looked past her shoulder. “Is that a Hitachi wand?” Continue reading
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Naughty or Nice
Olivia just finished working an eleven hour retail shift on Christmas Eve, and all she wants for Christmas is to get off her aching feet – and to get off. Being single at Christmas can lead a girl to desperate measures, and when Olivia makes her wish to the Santa at the Mall, she gets fulfilled like she’s never been before. Will Santa find her naughty? Or will her Christmas turn out oh-so-nice?
Auld Lang Sin
Lauren prides herself on her professionalism and has one hard rule: she won’t date someone she works with. Then Ross strolls in with a killer accent and killer abs and shoulders and wicked gleam in his eye, making her re-think all those parameters. From the office Christmas party to a steamy New Year’s Eve masquerade ball, he’s determined to wear down those defenses, and Lauren finds herself blurring lines and digging her fingers into a muscular back as the ball drops.
Olivia made a face. . .
“My cheating ex – according to God’s sick sense of humor – is not alone this Christmas.”
His eyes gleamed in the glow of the Christmas tree lights.
“Neither are you,” he said.
#2bitTues
Topic: “Glow”
What To Do When You Fall Out Of Love With Your Book
This is a hard post to write. Here’s the truth of it:
I fell out of love with my book.
I’ve had it happen before, but not to this degree. There’s always a certain waxing and waning process when it comes to books, and after x-number of revisions, you do get a little weary at times.
#OnceUponATime #FanFic Friday: Killian Faces A Former Flame
My Once Upon A Time Fanfic, Twice Upon A Dream is a sequel to the very popular, These Dreams, and once again we see our heroes stuck in the dreamscape, trying to navigate their way out. This time the whole gang is along, and as they run in and out of each other’s dreams, it can occasionally get a little. . . dicey.
“Does this look familiar to you?” Emma asked, staring down at herself in dismay.
“Vaguely.” He glanced around. “We seem to be in a manor house of some sort, and from the look of your corset, I’d say we’re in the Enchanted Forest. We just need to figure out exactly where…and when.”
He twined his fingers with her, pulling her along through a doorway, only to run smack into a woman who was coming through the doorway at the same time. She staggered back a few steps in surprise and Killian let go of Emma’s hand to reach out and steady her.
“Killian!” she exclaimed, and her face broke into a smile. “I didn’t realize you were in port! But what are you thinking, coming here? He’s sure to see you.”
Killian froze a moment, then he rubbed his ear uncomfortably. “Hello, Adelaide.
“Alannis,” she corrected, and her eyes narrowed, leveling on Emma.
“Who’s this?”
Britt DeLaney 