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Archive for the month “January, 2008”

Isn’t he a cutie?!

PerryMy ancient cocker spaniel Ana passed away in her sleep before New Year’s, but thankfully after Christmas. She was 15 years old and it was expected and peaceful. But looking around the house expecting to find her prompted the emotional decision to get a new puppy, so meet Perry (think of Perry Mason or Poodle+Terrier).

It’s been a LONG time since I’ve dealt with puppy antics, so that’s been a bit of a shock. The potty training (or outdoors training) is going fairly well. The biting has converted to nibbling, but he has a fascination with socks, particularly my son’s socks. Whenever he finds one tossed into the laundry pile in the hallway (or wherever my son chooses to leave it that day), Perry happily pounces on it and carries it proudly into the living room.

Then my hubby comes home and wonders why there’s a pile of laundry in the living room. Honestly, it’s not my fault. Nor is the shredded bits of paper towel tube or newspaper.

Perry’s new familyPerry was less than 5 pounds when we got him. He’s now 7.5 lbs. The person we got him from said 10 lbs. max, but the vet thinks more than that. More than that would be better, because then maybe we’d stop tripping over him. Right now he’s very cute to carry around though. My son is so happy that he likes to play fetch, because Ana had been too old to do that for a few years now. Perry’s energy almost matches my son’s…almost.

And now Perry’s glued to my thigh, waiting for me to stop typing and find a toy to tug on.

–Shara

An excerpt from BLAME IT ON THE MOON by Shara Lanel

Leaning his shoulder against the doorjamb, Haden tightened his grip on the sexy lush, almost dropping the keys in the process. Her lips tasted like wine and cream. With his tongue, he traced the seam of her mouth and gently prodded her lips open so he could delve inside the wet cave. Exploring lazily, he tasted teeth, tongue, and gums. She purred like a cat while her hands gripped his neck tighter and tighter.

She had to be awake now, but Haden’s eyes were closed and he didn’t want to end this probing kiss. It had been a long time since he’d tasted a woman like this, gently and thoroughly. His hands itched to touch the soft mounds pressed into his chest, but they were too busy holding his bundle aloft. She squirmed against him, and he adjusted his stance as her tongue joined the dance, diving into his mouth and titillating the nerve endings within.

One sensation came to the fore — hunger. He couldn’t get enough of her intoxicating taste, her smell, her feel. He growled deep in his throat, then opened his mouth wider and pushed his tongue deeper. He needed more.

It was actually only the frantic barking and scratching of a dog on the other side of the door that had Kit turning her face away. At first, Haden merely moved his kisses to her cheek, her jaw, her neck. Finally he realized he had to stop and lifted his head to look down into Kit’s open eyes.

She was frowning at the door. “Fergus! Poor boy! He’s probably peed all over the carpet by now.” A blush painted Kit’s cheeks and neck.

Haden laughed, handing her the cluster of keys and almost dropping her in the process. “If you could help me with this, I’d be happy to put the dog out of his misery.”

“You can put me down. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“No, I’ve come this far, might as well take you the rest of the way in.” 

Kit’s insides melted like butter as she soaked in Haden’s grin and fumbled with the keys. His broad chest warmed her shoulder, but her butt felt huge, hanging as it did between his arms. He wasn’t even grunting with the effort.

Oh, my God! He had kissed her like they could’ve had sex right on the porch. Had she ever been kissed so deeply before, like her partner was exploring every part of her mouth? She hadn’t wanted him to stop, despite the slight dizziness she was starting to feel, but Fergie’s barking had broken her concentration.

She jiggled the keys, taking longer than necessary to find the right one. She really ought to purge her keychain, but that was never high on her priority list.

“Ah, this one.” She handed the correct key to Haden. He was about to carry her over the threshold into her house. Wow. If only she had a gold band on her finger to go along with this fantasy come true. She closed her eyes for just a moment to picture Haden in a tux, bow tie undone about his neck, white satin hanging over his arm as he carried her inside.

She opened her eyes, feeling the familiar knot in her stomach, a dream unfulfilled.

Read the rest–AVAILABLE AT LOOSE ID!

BLAME IT ON THE MOON is available NOW!

BIOM coverBLAME IT ON THE MOON is available NOW at Loose Id. Read an excerpt from the 1st chapter here.

 Kitty can read your mind…

             but do you want her to?

 Haden has secrets to keep…

             like howling when the moon is full.

 And now a murderer is after them both!

–Shara

Get a little bluesy with Point of Rock!

Point of RockMy friend Jeff invited me out to see his band, Point of Rock, down in Chester, VA (a little south of Richmond). The venue was Chester Bistro, which I found very cool, with album covers papering the walls and melted vinyl forming bowls for some of the food. It was cozy yet cool. Jeff’s band opened. A bit of instrumental, blues, excellent guitar, and of course, Jeff’s forte: good drummin’.Jeff drummin’

Still no Rick Springfield cover, though. Hah! Pickin’ on John (singer/guitarist) about this. Been trying to get him to cover “Red Hot & Blue Love” from RS’s Working Class Dog album. It’s a bluesy, lesser known number that I think PofR could do justice to. (I know, I know…I’m a little obsessed *g*)

I had a rockin’ evening with these guys. Even met Jeff’s mother.The crowd Can’t wait for their next show!

Shara

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